November 2009:

The sunbeams bounced off of my life-sized replica of R2D2 and straight into my eye. Slightly pissed off, as you might imagine, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and fumbled around on my nightstand for my square, black-rimmed glasses.

I checked the time on my oxygen atom alarm clock. 7 AM. At this rate, I would be late getting to the place I lovingly refer to as the Deathstar aka school. Ah, fuck it.

By the time I was dressed, it was ten minutes before class. Great, Banner already hates me because I'm better at his job, I don't need to give him more incentive to try and fail me. I grabbed a bagel quickly in the kitchen and ate that thing like a zombie on flesh as my mother walked into the room.

"Morning, Edward darling," she called out. She was still in her fluffy pink bathrobe that I had bought her for Christmas three years ago with her reddish hair up in a chiffon. (Hey, I'm not gay, I swear, but when you're a loser like me, unfortunately you pick up fashion vocabulary from your mother.)

"Morning, Mom", I responded. She looked at my outfit as I was getting ready to walk out of the door.

"Edward," she lamented, "sweetie, please tell me you're not really wearing that shirt outside of this house." I glanced down at my olive green Shakespeare shirt that simply said "prose before hos".

I shrugged my shoulders at her. "I don't see what's so wrong with it. I like it, isn't that enough?"

She leapt gracefully off her perch at the granite island in the middle of the kitchen and walked to my side in the foyer with a lachrymose expression on her face. She put her hands on my shoulders, which admittedly was quite as an accomplishment since I'm six foot two and she's five foot three.

"Edward, you know I love you, but you're never going to get accepted by your peers if you wear shirts like this. Emmett was so popular in high school and he never wore shirts like that."

I huffed. Of course, Emmett would pop up. I knew my mother had the best of intentions. She just wanted me to be happy but I didn't care about what people thought of me. Emmett was an extremely handsome guy who got a football scholarship to the same college where I took some afternoon classes, University of Seattle.

"Mom, I'm happy enough the way I am. Kids don't like me anyways because I should be a sophomore and I'm graduating this year at sixteen."

She lowered her shoulders in defeat and kissed my cheek.

"Have a good Friday. You're going to that party with Emmett tonight after your class to watch out for him, right?"

I sighed. "Yes, mother. You know I won't let him drive here if he's drunk."

She smiled at me. "That's my good boy, have a good day."

I walked out the door, mumbling under my breath, "As good as purgatory could be." It only took me ten minutes to drive to school in my DeLorean but I was still going to be fifteen minutes late to Advanced Biology with that idiot Banner. I know my car was a dorky kind of car, but hey that's just who I am.

By the time I flew into Banner's class with my glasses askew and my textbooks half flying out of my arms, it was a quarter after eight, exactly fifteen minutes late. I slid into my back row seat without Banner noticing as he was lecturing that chlorophyll was green. Lauren Mallory gave him a dumbstruck look. Jeez, seriously, this is advanced biology, we should be learning the inner workings of the Golgi body in the cell, but no I was learning that chlorophyll was green of all things. How fascinating. I half expected Lauren to ask Banner to demonstrate what color green was again.

"Well, well, well, look students, it's the elusive Mr. Cullen. What a pleasant surprise to have you here today!," Banner spewed sardonically. I rolled my eyes, I knew no one was looking. No one sat in the last row with me, I had no lab partner and I still finished all my pathetic little labs before anyone else.

I ignored the man up front and started texting my brother. I knew I was acting pretentious and stuck up by ignoring him completely but I had learned everything in this class back when I was nine years old from my father. I was only taking this class to make up for the time I skipped so I could graduate early. One biology credit was required and I refused to take Biology 101. What the hell was I going to learn there? Humans are made of cells? Please. That's why I had started taking my pre-med classes at the University of Seattle every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons at four o'clock til seven. Sure, it was a three hour drive to Seattle but I didn't have a social life here in Forks to miss anyway, so it was time well wasted unlike this class.

Em, you up yet? E. I think by this point in the lecture Banner had explained that photosynthesis happened in the chloroplasts where the chlorophyll was. Now the class was saying photosynthesis in unison very slowly so they pronounced it right every time that they had to use it. How sad. By this point, it was eight-thirty and I wrongly assumed that Emmett would not be up yet.

Yeah, Eddie. 2night, you gotta meet this new chick of mine. She says she has a hot friend 4 u if ur interested.

I rolled my eyes. Of course, Emmett already had a new girlfriend. I bet this one was blonde, stupid, and bitchy too. That seemed to be Emmett's type. And the idea of having one of Emmett's ladies' friends interested in me was obviously a joke. The poor kid also couldn't just write things out like normal people, he insisted on using text-talk even though his IQ rivaled my own. Sometimes I wondered if my brother just intentionally dumbed himself down to be accepted and popular. It sounds like an Emmett thing to do.

Haha. Bio with fucking boring ass Banner is almost over. I doubt any college girl would be interested in me. And use normal English, you know you're smarter than that.

"MR. CULLEN!", Banner roared from the front of the class. I slowly lifted my head up from the green Vertu phone that was in plain sight on my lab table.

"Yes, Mr. Banner?"

"If you're not too busy with your phone, could you please answer the question?"

"The stomata take in the carbon dioxide and sunlight for photosynthesis", I recited blandly. Too easy.

"Did you even hear the question?", he spewed at me.

"No, not really sir. But it doesn't matter because this class is too easy." I knew that answer would get a rise out of him and it did as his face visibly went from a remarkable pale that rivaled my own mayonnaise flesh to a nice flaming red puce.

"Well, I'll just have to write you up yet again for subordination and using your cellphone during class. If you do it one time as you well know, you'll fail the class or get three days after school detention", he said smugly.

But I knew better than that, last year I would have been a little worried that one bad mark on my record would sully my chances of getting into a decent college. Now since my admission to the University of Seattle was already guaranteed, I didn't give a shit.

I pretended to pay attention in class but I zoned out, thinking about anatomy class this afternoon instead of this kindergarten stuff. The bell finally rang and I dashed to get out of this hellhole of a class when Mike Newton stuck his foot out in the aisle. I fell to the floor and my already fragile glasses snapped in half down the bridge.

Mike guffawed his pathetic jock laugh. "Did I do that?", he imitated Steve Urkle, pulling his pants up. That was obviously meant to be a jab at me since I'm such a nerd. I stormed off to my locker and pulled out my contacts and put them in. They were relatively uncomfortable, thus why I didn't wear them often but they would do until tomorrow when I could go to my optometrist and acquire a new pair.

I made it just in time to my last real class of the day, AP Literature with my favorite teacher. He was the only person who could appreciate my nerdy humor, as demonstrated by his chuckles at my Shakespeare shirt. The bell rang and we commenced our discussion on the play, Oedipus Rex by Sophocles. I stayed relatively uninvolved as I usually did until Victoria Robinson piped in with an insightful remark about Creon's role in the play.

"I don't think Creon had bad intentions at all. He said that he already had power and wealth at the hand of Oedipus without the pains of being regent, why would he try to sabotage him?"

"Victoria, you have to admit that in Oedipus at Colonus and in Antigone, he abuses the power he had gotten, he had every intention of wiping out the Oedipus line then. If he didn't want the power like he claimed, then why was he so hell-bent on destroying Oedipus and in Oedipus, after Oedipus takes out his eyes, he swears to care for Oedipus' four children, but in Antigone, he goes back upon his word and actively seeks out the end of Oedipus' children. Wouldn't you call that bad intentions?", I chimed in.

Victoria opened her mouth a couple of times and emitted a couple of feeble "Well" 's. I smiled victoriously. I skipped lunch that day to speed to Seattle to have lunch with Emmett. I waited patiently at the McDonald's Emmett wanted to eat at that was in between my lecture hall/laboratory and his flat. I checked my watch. 3:05. I had fifty-five minutes to be in class and of course, Emmett would find a way to be late. He finally strolled in, looking like a giant bear with his stupid dimples on his face and his enormous biceps.

"EDDIE!!", he exclaimed as he ran at me. People stared at him and my face flushed red as he lifted me up in the air and then crushed me into his body.

"Emmett, you saw me just last Friday, you can stop killing me now", I murmured which came out muffled against Emmett's chest. But like a dentist who can understand his patients even when their mouths are full of tools and such, Emmett released me.

"Yeah but Eddie, you're my favorite little brother!" I glared at him.

"First off, I'm not little and secondly, it's impossible for you to have another favorite brother because just like Tigger, I'm the only one." Emmett grinned impishly at me.

"Aww, does wittle baby Eddie still watch Winnie The Pooh? Do you have nappy time still snuggled into Mommy's side?", Emmett managed to get out before he collapsed in laughter.

"Shut up."

"Wow, for a genius, you are so fucking eloquent sometimes."

After that we stood in line for our food with the occasional college chick gawping at Emmett. I almost felt like laughing at the pathetic girls. Jeez, it's not everyday that you see an escaped gorilla in Mickey D's but please don't stare, it makes him angry. Emmett ordered two Big Macs, two large fries, a six-piece chicken nuggets meal, a large Pepsi, and a medium chocolate milkshake.

I raised my eyebrows at him. I knew he was only ordering enough food to feed an army just because I was paying.

"Hey bro, with all this monkey sex I'm having with my new chick, a guy's gotta eat when he has a chance." The cashier and myself both nearly gagged at his statement. I simply ordered a double hamburger with a large fry and a medium Sprite. We had gotten back to our table and had engaged in a light banter when a pretty attractive redhead started walking towards our table. I elbowed Emmett.

"Tied down in a relationship and you still have the ladies chasing after you. Lucky dog." But to my surprise the girl with the extremely low cut black shirt walked up to my side of the table and pressed herself into my side.

"I saw you and your friend ordering your food and I couldn't help but come over here. If you need anything, anything at all, you should come over to my table." She leaned into my ear and whispered an extremely lewd statement to me. I nearly had a heart attack and then she surprised me once again by pressing a piece of paper into my crotch and then walking away seductively. Well at least, that's what she thought it was.

Emmett started laughing like a hyena as soon as the girl was out of sight. "Wow, Eddie, what did she say to give you a coronary like that."

I blushed. "She said she swallowed and was into threesomes." At that, Emmett erupted into a new peal of laughter.

"Classic. What's on the piece of paper?" I picked up the offending little paper and saw "Heidi 555-5555. Call for a great time, sexy. XOXO."

I read that off to Emmett and he laughed at me this time. "Why don't you take her up on that?"

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. "She's not my type and anyway, I don't do too well chatting up girls if you haven't noticed."

Emmett lowered his face and whispered very seriously, "If that's not your type, then I don't think I can hang out with you anymore."

I cocked my head at him in confusion. "What are you going on about?"

"Dude, I love you but I can't be seen with a gay guy. Rose would kill me."

I huffed. "For the last time, Emmett, I'm not gay. She's just not my type of girl, OK?"

"Then what is your type? Some nerdy chick who will do Star Wars roleplay with you?"

I thought very seriously about it. "Yes, Emmett, why yes. I could imagine me playing Han Solo and saying, 'I'm not a nice guy'."

He smirked at that. "You're not Han Solo, you're more like Luke and I have to save your puny ass from the snow cause you got beat by a Wampa."

That effectively ended lunch. I said my goodbyes to Emmett and promised to be at his flat by 7:15 to go to this party where I would meet Rose and her "gorgeous friend who wanted to bone me in a bad way", as Emmett phrased it.

Class went by too quickly and we were dismissed half an hour early. I still had forty-five minutes until I had to meet Emmett so I decided to quickly grab a bite at Panera Bread. I showed up at Emmett's at exactly seven o'clock.

The first thing he said was, "You look like a douche." I appraised his own outfit.

"Pussy whipped."

"At least I've had pussy", he retorted and I flushed like the little virgin boy I was. I hung my head down, embarrassed that he would bring that up yet again. He noticed my embarrassment and tried cheering me up.

"Hey, you never know, you might not be after tonight."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Sarlaac, let's go."

He pushed my shoulder. "WOOOOO!!! Let's go, douche."

The party was loud and typical of Emmett's frat boy style. I knew nobody here but at least without my glasses, I didn't look like one of those guys off the Big Bang Theory. Emmett dragged me off to where he said Rose was waiting for him.

Once again, Emmett proved me right in his preferences in women because his new love, Rosalie Hale, was blonde, beautiful, and bitchy looking with that scowl on her face.

She surprised me by kissing Emmett with extraordinary passion as soon as she caught sight of him. Once she released him, she looked into his eyes with a sort of crazy adoration I, myself had only had towards my priceless Star Wars collectable set. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad after all.

"So Emmie Bear, this is Edward?", she inquired. Emmie Bear? Oh, he was never living this nickname down. I grinned at him with my "revenge grin" and he immediately shot it down by giving me one of those fatherly "if you do what I think you're planning, you're dead" looks. So I introduced myself to Rose.

"Yes, I'm Edward. Rosalie, it's so nice to meet you finally. He's been salivating over you ever since he told me about you." She giggled and then looked to her side where a beautiful brunette stood, half covered in the shadows.

Rose yanked on the brunette's arm and the brunette's curly locks flew all about as she was pulled into the dim dancefloor lighting. She actually was quite beautiful with her big, shiny brown eyes and full pink lips. I already had some sort of dirty fantasy of those curls between my legs as she went down on me.

Emmett nudged my shoulder hard and jerked me out of dirty fantasy land. "Don't be rude to Bella, you jackass. Say hello", he whispered harshly at me.

"I---I'm sorry, Bella. I'm Edward." I held my hand out to her, like a gentleman and when she shook it, tingles went up my spine. I blushed and turned away.

Rose cleared her throat. "Um, Bella, did you know that Emmie was telling me that Edward takes some pre-med classes here at the university. He wants to be a doctor."

Bella's eyes lit up. "Really? I'm here on an art scholarship. I could never be a doctor."

I squinted at her. "Why not? It's a really rewarding job, my father is the chief of medicine down in Forks."

"Wow, small world. My dad's the police chief. And I'm squeamish around blood."

"Oh." By the time that we had finished that small exchange, Emmett and Rose were long gone.

We stood there awkwardly until Bella cleared her throat and looked at me. "So I guess they just left us here to fend for ourselves."

I laughed nervously. "Yeah. I guess they did." The music was incredibly distracting and I just wanted to be alone with her. "Do you wanna grab a drink and head upstairs? Just to talk, I swear. I'm not really that kind of guy", I spilled out.

She looked at her shoes. "Um, sure. Why not?"

I, being a gentleman, grabbed us both a red Dixie cup of beer and headed upstairs to an empty bedroom. I sat down on the hunter green sheets and she stood over by the door, swirling her pointer finger around the rim of her cup.

"You can come sit over here, I won't bite you I swear." I even patted the mattress next to me. She blushed just like I normally would and then came to sit next to me.

"How do I know that you're not some vampire?", she said playfully.

I cocked my eyebrows back playfully and threw my arms up in the air. "You caught me, your blood just smells so good."

She laughed and scooted closer to me. I started off our conversation by asking her full name. By the end of our little interview, I knew her full name was Isabella Marie Swan. Her birthday was September 13th, she was nineteen, her mother died when she was seventeen in a car accident in Phoenix. I hugged her tightly after that statement. I just couldn't stand the sadness in those beautiful eyes. She didn't leave my embrace and I was in no hurry to get her to leave. Her favorite color was lavender, Rose was her best friend, and she loved all sorts of nerdy things. She also found me "very adorable in a manly way" which I guess kinda translated to "kinda sexy in a nerdy way".

She learned that my birthday would be the day I graduated this year, June 20th. My mother was an interior designer. I hated all things popular like Lady GaGa and Britney Spears. I didn't tell her I was just sixteen because then she would run away from me and reaffirmed my status as a first class loser. In a lull in the conversation sometime after we argued about literature, I gazed down at her, looking small and bird-like in my arms. She made me feel like a man for the first time and looking into her eyes, I didn't feel like a dork or someone who was strangely weird, but like a normal human who could look into the eyes of a beautiful girl that he loved and feel loved back.

I don't remember exactly how it started. Maybe I got the gall to kiss her or perhaps she kissed me fearlessly but in a couple of minutes she was laying down on her back, shirtless, as I made out with her.

"Edward, you're such a great kisser." I didn't know how to respond to that so I just kept kissing her. Eventually she was moving her hips up into me and I awkwardly mumbled out "I'm a virgin" into her shoulder.

I buried my head into her neck so she couldn't see me flush red at being such a little freak. She tucked her hand under my chin and lifted my head up so I could look into her eyes.

She brought her palm to the side of my face and I leaned into her warm touch. "You're not a loser, Edward. I really like you. Let me take care of this." So I did just what she wanted and laid back on the plush bed and let her do the work.

Needless to say, I didn't last long but instead of letting me be embarrassed, she let me try and try and try again until I made her satisfied too. She snuggled into my side and I wrapped my arms around her to help keep her warm.

"How was that?", she whispered into my ear. I struggled to find words.

"Um, how about ludicrous speed good?" She smiled against my chest. I felt moisture on my chest and looked down to see her crying a little bit.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She smiled at my concern. "No, I ---I", she took a deep breath. She gave me a very sweet kiss and I clutched the sides of her face to reciprocate. Bella was incredibly good at all of this for only having been with one other guy in high school. She finally pushed me away gently.

"Edward, I've never felt so happy and loved."

"Me too. Bella, I think I really love you." She sighed and pressed herself closer to me.

"I think I love you too, Edward." We laid there in the quiet darkness, just enjoying one another's company. Every once and a while, she'd lean up and explore the contours of my face.

Suddenly around midnight, someone came barging in and I scrambled to get Bella covered by the sheets.

"Can we have some privacy, please?", I shouted at the invaders. They flicked on the lights.

"Eddie?"

I gasped. "Emmett, what the hell?" Emmett just stood there with his mouth wide open with Rose curled lovingly into his side.

"Emmett, get out!"

He finally snapped back into it as Bella shifted herself to hide behind me on the bed.

"Whoa, Ed dude, you got laid." He paused to think about it. "Seriously, Edward, you got laid. How? What girl would sleep with you?"

I flushed red again and looked down, not feeling very manly again. Behind me, Bella placed reassuring kisses into the nape of my neck. I reached a hand behind my back to hold hers. Rose landed a resounding slap on Emmett's back.

"Ouch, woman, what was that for?" Rosalie's eyes gleamed.

"Why don't we let them get dressed and then we can interrogate them when we drive them back to their homes, hey babe?" Emmett kissed her.

"Sounds like a plan, babe."

They slunk out of the room giggling and we redressed rapidly. She grabbed the cellphone out of my pocket and programmed her number into my phone and I put mine into hers. We kissed quickly, the spark still lingering there and all I really wanted to do was leap back into that frat boy's bed and lengthen my staying power. By the lust in her eyes, she felt the same way.

"I guess I'll see you later, Bella. I'll text you." She smiled.

"Maybe, I'll text you first." She then winked at me.

The ride back to Forks was dreadful at best what with Emmett jabbering in my ears about Rose and inquiring about my "extracurricular activities". I climbed into bed late at four in the morning but not before I sent a text to Bella.

Night beautiful Bella. I love you.

I smiled when her response came in not a minute later.

Love you nerdy man. ; ) xx.

Needless to say, I went to bed a happy man and of course, I was thinking about my beautiful college girl, Bella.

AN: Soo……any of y'all on author alert will hate me for not updating on my other stories but maybe all will be forgiven if you like this and like the fact that I will update it every Sunday. : ) I don't know if I can find all the nerdy references I put in here. If you haven't noticed, I'm a huge Star Wars nerd and I know people who own all the nerdy things I put in here. Even the Shakespeare shirt. That one is mine. My Lit teacher thinks it's hilarious.

I appreciate all the nice reviews I got while I was feeling blue and I'm happy to report I'm better. I repainted my entire room where all the memories of the people I lost were and I've moved pretty well.

Well, here's the end to the long rant. Review por favor. Ciao, Amanda.