A/N: My First Story.. If you totally hate it.. I'm sorry.
My fingers tapped a steady beat against the fake wood pattern of the desk. I was counting seconds, waiting for the bell to ring and release me from this torture. I glanced to my right, taking a peek at her.
How oblivious could she be?
It seemed like I was making myself obvious: pointed glances, smiles, I'd even go out of my way to take a different (and sometimes much longer) path to my class just to get a glimpse of her chocolate eyes and silky brown hair. I'd spend nearly every class daydreaming about running my fingers through it while I gazed into her eyes. And her lips.
Oh.
Her lips.
Soft and pink and just a tiny bit of a pout – just enough to make me want to press my lips against them and see if they tasted as good as they looked. She didn't cover them up with disgusting sticky gloss or hide them behind a smear of lipstick. No. Bella – my Isabella – had perfectly flawless features that had no need for makeup.
And everyone else was blind.
I'd seen her try to hide. Pressing her nose into books and hoping it would hide her just enough so that no one knew she was there. She'd wear baggy sweatshirts and loose fitting jeans, hiding her beautiful figure from us all.
Not that I minded.
When she first moved here, she was hounded by the "elite" boys of the school. Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley, self-proclaimed "Kings" of Forks High School, did everything short of rape to get into her pants. But Bella was smarter than that.
She bid her time until a new shiny toy was thrust to the wolves and they grew tired of her. As soon as she was free from their attention, she changed. She became quiet, secluded. Most people didn't even notice.
I did.
But noticing her didn't get me anywhere. While I studied her, I learned. Bella didn't like attention. She would never go for someone who threw themselves at her, so I wouldn't, couldn't do that to her. I would bide my time until she noticed me. Somehow, I'd let her know how much I wanted her, wanted to sit by her, be able to hold her.
But I couldn't.
Not yet.
Mr. Banner's voice yanked my out of my reverie.
"EHEM. I'm sorry Mr. Cullen, you really need to start paying attention, or I'll have to have a talk with your parents," he chided in an apologetic tone. Of course he wouldn't want to have to talk to my parents about my bad behavior. They signed his paycheck, and virtually every other employee at this fucked excuse for a school.
But his announcement was only processed in the background of my mind. At the precise moment he said my name, Bella, startled, looked up at me for the smallest fraction of a second, meeting my gaze.
But she blushed.
As soon as I became aware that she was looking at me, me, she had returned her gaze to her book, the barest hint of her blush remaining on her pale cheeks.
I didn't sleep that night.