He supposed she was a graceful, quiet beauty. Her ivory skin seemed to glow with an ever-present half blush that was complimented perfectly by the blue shirt that showed off her collar bones and gentle figure nicely. Her doe-like brown eyes were wide with an almost child-like wonderment. He was enthral led by the fairy-tale image Isabella Swan made.
The image had lasted up until the point she fell over her own feet, lading completely gracelessly into his arms.
Edward couldn't stop the smirk from finding its way to his face. "Are you falling for me?"
He heard her growl quietly, before pushing away from him rather stiffly and then standing up in as normal a manner she could manage. Her eyes steeled and she shot him an icy glance. Her hard glare complemented her furious blush.
"Of course not." She said in a painfully strained voice.
He smirked.
There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions.
- Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.
When she first met Edward Cullen, she thought he was an arrogant rich boy, more beauty than brains.
Her acceptance into the prestigious AC Academy of Law and Psychology had been hard earned on a scholarship. She had clawed her way through with hours of study and years of bitter determination.
He was the adopted son of Carlisle Cullen, owner and president of the college. Edward got in by family.
It was not uncommon for her to fall over her own feet, and very unlike her to consider violence, but when the mocking words (are you falling for me?) left his lips, Bella felt an almost irresitable urge to punch him for proving her right.
I added a "Bella POV" kind of thing and a fancier format. I'm going to continue this thanks to SunflowerFran, WOOH! Reviews appreciated. Please note I do have the attention span of a pea and so it may take a while for me to update.