Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream/vision.

Each chapter of this story will be around 500 words. If you don't want to review each chapter, I'm fine with that. =) But you may have to wait a bit to find out the answers to some of your questions.

Edward POV

I rolled over in bed and stared bleary-eyed at the clock. It's a good thing I received this one with the large-number display last Christmas, or I wouldn't be able to see the time without my glasses. Princess, Mom's white West Highland terrier, snuggled beside me and gave me a tentative lick on my chin. I shoved myself off the mattress and head into my bathroom to start getting ready for the day.

After my shower, I shaved, not that any girl would notice. I tried to avoid looking too critically at my towel-clad body in the mirror. I was tall – that was one good thing about me. I suppose my face was ok as well – at least that's what Mom told me. But my weight overshadowed that. I weighed about 250 pounds. I dressed in a shapeless hoodie and jeans – whatever covered up the serious meat I was packing.

Princess yawned from her perch on my bed and wagged her stubby tail as I gave a gentle right hook to my stand-up life-size Darth Vader cardboard cutout. "Let's go upstairs, girl, and see what Mom made us for breakfast." At that, she jumped off the bed and beat me up the stairs – again.

I wasn't good with real-life girls – I've never even been to second base – but online, I was a master of seduction. I pretended to be an even smoother version of my older brother, Emmett, who was an actor living in Hollywood. After a quick Photoshop of my face sans glasses on his well-muscled body in a low-level lighting situation, I looked like a Greek god. It probably influenced the MySpace screen name – Greeneyedgod.

My parents weren't aware I was sweet-talking the ladies while I was on my computer in my room. They thought I was playing one of my many sci-fi games. I did that as well. As a chunky guy, I didn't get invited to many social functions, so online chatting was harmless and girls seemed to like the fact I was a man of mystery.

I had a couple college business classes today before going to my shift at the Pizza Pit. I was going to be a doctor like Dad, but nearly fainting in biology lab nixed that career choice for me. I folded myself into my old Hyundai, took a hit from my asthma inhaler being a mild asthmatic, and headed out.

Bella Swan, the prettiest girl in the state of Washington, was in both today's classes. I situated myself near the back of the room. Jacob Black and his body-building brainless jocks buzzed around her like she was the prize winner at the flower show. All I knew was that I wanted to punch him in those incisors he kept flashing her. He must use those whitening strips religiously.

I hadn't "friended" Bella on MySpace. She knew me who I was and would call me out with my fake account. As if she knew I was thinking of her, she turned and gave me a shy smile. My mouth hung open in stunned silence.