A/N: Summary: Bella and Edward meet at college and are brought together magnetically. Just as they begin getting close to each other a series of crimes leads Bella to Edward -- but not in a favorable way. Edward, Alice, and Jasper are vampires. BxE AxJ

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BPOV

I slouched down in my seat in the far corner of the coffee shop, sipping my chai as inconspicuously as possible. This was my spot, damnnit. How dare he intrude?

I was at my regular "hang out", the coffee shop around the corner from my apartment. I was here daily doing homework, writing, or just daydreaming. My general drink of choice was a large caramel latte with skim milk and an extra shot of espresso but as of late I was trying to seem more "mysterious" and in attempting so had decided to go with the Oregon Chai today. Not the perfect choice. Right as I was wincing down my chai -- I was just remembering why I never ordered this -- he glanced in my direction giving me a curious look. I quickly set my chai down and focused my attention on my laptop which was open in front of me.

I had totally lost my train of thought. What was I supposed to be writing? How long had I been here? What was the day of the week? I tightened my fists and forced myself to take deep breathes until I had settled myself down. This guy had been dazzling me on a daily basis ever since I had first seen him several weeks ago. I just couldn't seem to escape him. We had a couple of classes together at the university and as if that wasn't enough, he had decided to show up at my secret abode, my coffee shop.

From my peripheral vision I could see him approaching a set of chairs that was just several yards away from me. My heart sunk -- he was with a girl. She flitted behind him like a little fairy; it seemed as though she were walking on air. He gracefully sat down in one of the chairs, setting his mug down on the table beside him. I caught myself staring and had to force myself to pay attention to the task at hand -- but what was the task at hand? Ah, yes I was to be outlining a paper for one of my classes, a class that I shared with him, actually, with Edward. The paper was so cliché, something you would expect to be assigned your freshman year in high school, not your freshman year at college. I was to choose any two Shakespearean plays and compare and contrast the writing style. I typed Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth into the word processor on my laptop.

I allowed myself a quick peek at Edward and the girl he was with. They were speaking very quietly and quickly to each other. I couldn't actually hear anything they were saying but could see their lips moving. They stopped speaking abruptly and sat in silence for several seconds. I was biting my lip and staring at him intently from behind my hair. During their silence they began looking around the coffee shop and once again, his eyes met mine.

Damnit, he had caught me starting. My whole body froze and I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from him. I waved at him shyly, hoping that he recognized me from some of our classes. He nodded his head in my direction before leaning forward in his seat and speaking to the girl again. After a quick exchange they both stood, returned their mugs to the counter, and left.

I sighed. I obviously wasn't in the state of mind to get any work done. I closed my laptop, disappointed with myself that I had only written down the two titles that I would be focusing on in my upcoming paper. I gathered all of my things and shoved them into my messenger bag before leaving the warmth of the coffee shop.

I could smell the aroma of the food before I even stepped foot into my apartment.

"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted dramatically as I entered the studio apartment that I shared with my best friend Angela. I ended up stumbling through the doorway and right into my roommate as she was making dinner. "Whoops!" I said, as I ran into her, forcing her to spill the pasta in the bowl that she was carrying. "Aw Ang I'm sorry. I'll make more."

"Oh, Bella!" She said, startled. Then, gaining her composure she said, "No, no, don't worry about it" as she bent down to scoop up the spilled pasta. "The water's still hot so it should only take a few minutes to make some more. How's the paper going?"

"It's not." I said, taking off my jacket and setting my bag down. I took a seat on one of the two stools in the kitchen before continuing. "I saw that guy at Awakenings today. That guy I've been telling you about, Edward.

"And?" She asked, encouraging me to continue.

"I was so busying watching him out of the corner of my eye that I only ever wrote down a few words before packing up. He was with a girl."

"A girl, huh?" She asked, mixing the contents of a pot on the stove.

"She was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. Just like him, of course. I just can't pay attention when I'm around him. It's pathetic." I said, feeling defeated. I forced a smile upon my face. Angela was my best friend and I could tell her anything but I didn't want even her to know how caught up I was on this complete stranger. We were only two weeks into school at NYU. This guy was in two of my classes but we hadn't even spoken to each other. So why couldn't I stop thinking about him?

EPOV

"This is the place!" Alice chirped as we approached a coffee shop.

"Awakenings?" I asked.

She nodded her head and entered the café, me following behind her.

I resisted the urge to do a visual sweep around the café to see if we were in the right place and instead went up to the counter, ordering drinks for both Alice and I. As we were waiting for our drinks to be prepared I allowed myself to look around the room and immediately found the face that I had been looking for. She had a slight grimace on her face as she looked at me. How odd. That couldn't be directed towards me, could it? She quickly snapped her head away from me, directing her attention towards the laptop in front of her.

Our coffees were ready and I grabbed both of them, leading Alice towards a set of chairs that was in the general direction of where Bella was sitting. I sat down, setting our coffees on the table between our chairs.

I had overheard Bella on the phone after class today telling someone that she would be "at the regular spot" this afternoon. For the last few days I had been telling Alice about Bella -- this girl whom I found quite intriguing. We had several classes together at the University and though I knew next to nothing about her I felt some sort of a pull towards her. Alice had somehow managed to take the small tid-bit of information about this girl that I was able to give her and miraculously come up with the exact spot of where she would be this afternoon. Out of all of the cafes in New York City, she narrowed it down to this small and cozy coffee ship.

She leaned in, taking a few minutes to tell me how she had figured it all out. When she was done with her explanation she smiled smugly. Alice never ceased to amaze me. I rolled my eyes at her tactics and sat back in my chair attempting to appear natural.

I turned my head slightly, just enough so that I could see her face. Our eyes locked. She was looking back at me and this time she wasn't grimacing, no not at all. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrow was slightly creased as though she were in deep thought. We stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before she gave me a small wave. I repressed the urge to crack a smile and nodded in her direction instead. I averted my attention away from her, looking around the coffee shop, looking anywhere but at her. I suddenly felt foolish for coming here. I was basically stalking this girl who I had never even spoken to before!

"I don't know why I wanted to come here. This is ridiculous. I'm sorry for wasting your time. Let's go." I told Alice. She looked at me with a confused expression but didn't say anything as I stood up and began collecting my things. Before exiting the coffee shop I threw away our untouched coffees.

BPOV

I slumped down into my chair in my European Literature class as quietly as possible. I was late, earning a glare from my teacher. The class was in the middle of discussing our latest assignment -- the Shakespearean paper. I pulled my essay out of my messenger bag and attempted to smooth out all of the creases before placing it on my desk. I crossed and uncrossed my legs repeatedly, jiggling my feet all the while.

I suddenly felt someone brush my left shoulder.

"Excuse me" said the angel voice "but your shoelace is untied… I, um…." he finished awkwardly.

Surprised by the exchange I whipped my head backwards and in the direction of the voice. Edward's face was about six inches away from mine and he smiled at me, pointing towards my pair of converse. He was perfection personified. I wanted to reach my hand out and stroke his face but I stopped myself. I stared dumbly at him, unable to tie my shoe or even to turn back around.

His eyebrows raised slightly as he said, "Here, allow me." He gestured for my foot so I slowly moved it closer to him. He swiftly lifted my foot onto his knee and tied my shoe quickly.

"Oh. Thanks."

"I never introduced myself, how rude of me. My name is Edward Cullen."

"I'm Bella… Bella Swan." I mumbled, still unable to pull myself together.

"Excuse me." The professor said loudly, facing Edward and I. "Is there something that you two wanted to share with the class or would you prefer to carry on your own private conversation?"

"I apologize for the distraction, professor. Bella and I were just discussing the uncanny similarities between Shakespeare's plays Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth. Interestingly enough she focused her paper on these plays, two of his works that I had never seem many similarities between before."

"Is that so? Well Bella, please share some of your findings with the class."

How did he know? How could he possibly know what my paper had been on? Though he was sitting directly behind me the font that I wrote my paper with was very small, he would have had to held it up his face to read it. But before I was able to spend any more time thinking about it the professor cleared her throat, a sign that she wanted me to snap out of my fog and share my ideas with the class before I kept them waiting any longer.

The hand on the clock finally met the hour mark and class was over. The remainder of the class had been very tense. I sat as still as possible in my seat, self-conscious of my every mood, knowing that Edward was sitting behind me and that he very well could have been looking at me. Get over yourself my mind chastised. Why would he be looking at you? He tied your shoe, big deal.

I got out of my seat slowly, making sure that I didn't fall on my way out of the classroom. I continued to walk until I had reached the door leading to the outside.

Something told me to look behind me and as I glanced over my shoulder I saw him. He was leaning against a wall at the end of the hallway looking at me. Even when I caught him looking he didn't turn away. He wasn't ashamed, he wasn't trying to hide that fact that he had been watching me. I was brought back to reality when a layer of goosebumps covered my arms. I couldn't be sure if it was the weather or if it was him.

A/N: Thanks for reading, if people are reading then I will be updating fairly quickly. I enjoy writing and have taken many English/Writing classes. I had an idea and threw this together fairly quickly but if people are interested then I'll put more time into the chapters to make them better and longer. Let me know what you think. I accept constructive criticism.