EPOV / AH – When popular boy Edward meets Bella, he is thrown away by her beauty. He falls in love with her immediately. But Bella doesn't bite easily. What Edward doesn't know is Bella's past, a past filled with scars.

Touched by An Angel by Maya Bellaou

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT

EPOV

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. My little sister Rosalie came home with her one day. I was studying calculus when they both entered the study.

"Hey Edward," Rosalie said to me while entering the room, "I want you to meet Bella."

A young girl entered the room behind my sister. She had the most enchanting chocolate brown eyes. Her matching brown hair was hanging over her shoulders. She had an extremely pale skin and, as an opposite to that, thick pink lips. She was totally different than all the other teenage girls. In comparison to my sister she didn't wear make-up and wasn't dressed like a bimbo. A black shirt hung loose over her shoulders, showing her collarbones. She also wore very tight jeans and some boyish sneakers. My eyes met hers and she smiled, revealing a beautiful pink blush on her cheeks.

"She's new here," Rosalie continued, "She moved here with her parents from Seattle a few days ago. So I thought I could help her with her homework. She has about a month of catching up to do."

I stood up from the desk chair without looking away from her unbearingly beautiful eyes and shook her soft hand. A jolt of electricity went through my entire body.

"Nice to meet you Bella."

"Likewise," she whispered, letting go of my hand.

"Can we have the study Edward? We need the internet." I knew Rosalie was talking to me but I couldn't stop admiring Bella's beauty.

"Edward? What's wrong with you?" Rosalie was tugging at my shirt.

I turned around and looked into her blue eyes. My sister was certainly pretty as well. She had blue eyes and blond hair, a heritage from our mother. I always regretted the entire make-up department she smeared on her face everyday. If our mother had still been alive, she probably would have forbidden it.

I shook my head, trying to return to reality. "I'm sorry Rosalie, but I need the computer as well for my calculus exam tomorrow."

"Maybe I can help with your calculus. It's my best subject," Bella said barely audible.

Rosalie laughed out loud. "Bella, Edward is a senior. I don't think a sophomore like us would be of any help."

Bella smiled timidly and replied: "Probably not."

I suddenly realized Bella was only fiftheen, two years younger than me.

"I'll finish my calculus later. You can have the study."

"Thanks big bro." Rosalie smiled at me. My heart melted everytime my sister smiled at me. Since the death of our mother, we had become so close. I would surely miss her next year when I went to college.

I left the room, but not without a last look at Bella. She was settling herself into a brownleather desk chair and looking at Rosalie.

Not closing the door entirely, I tried to eavesdrop their conversation.

"Did you really think he was a sophomore as well?" Rosalie asked Bella.

"No, I had hoped for a junior. I followed an experienced program in Seattle for calculus. So I am one year ahead." Her voice was extremely attractive.

"That'll be handy for me." Rosalie said. "So what do you think of my brother?"

I stopped breathing and focused on Bella's reply.

"He's sweet, I guess."

"He is. Ok about this biology test tomorrow…"

Rosalie started explaining some theory about the reproduction system and I walked back to my room.

She thought I was sweet. I had hoped for cute, but no, just sweet.

I knew I wasn't the hunk of high school, but I still considered myself as a bit more than sweet. I was wondering why this girl attracted me so much when my phone rang.

"Hey honey," I heard Tanya saying at the other end of the line.

"Tanya, could you stop calling me honey? We broke up six months ago."

Tanya and I had been dating for two years. She was the most typical beauty: blond, tall, blue eyes, perfect body, wearing short skirts and small tank tops all the time, a cheerleader and very good in bed. But apart from that she was also the most stupid and shallow girl I had ever met.

A month after my mother died, my father was in a lot of pain because he had lost his big love. At that moment I realised Tanya was not the girl I wanted to spend my life with. I broke up with her shortly afterwards.

"Sorry honey," she purred, "What are you doing?"

"I'm studying."

"Oh. Well I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight. We could go and see a movie?"

"No thanks Tanya. I have to make dinner tonight for me and Rosalie. My father will be home late."

"You could order her a pizza," Tanya tried to convince me.

"I'm not leaving her alone Tanya. Bye."

I threw my cellphone on the bed and wondered why she kept insisting. She was even more stupid I had figured. I opened my calculus book and studied for about an hour.