Leaving the main office after getting my paperwork I head towards the I walk into the cafeteria, it felt weird but I felt eyes on me. I couldn't see anybody but I felt them watching me. I don't know, maybe because I'm the new kid I feel like people are already watching me. Meh, I need to find my classroom before someone finds me in the halls wondering what I'm doing. Going down the hall I find the room. As I open the door all noise stops and every head turns towards me. I look around the room at my new classmates. The girls are glaring at me sizing me up and down. And the guys have this blank stares. Then I seen him. Hes seated towards the back of the classroom. He was beautiful. He had golden skin, black hair and dark deep eyes. He shouldn't be in this hell hole, he looked like he should be in magazines.

I had the teacher my pass, after signing it he hands it back to me. The teacher who's name I could care less about tells me to have a seat in my assigned seat.

I sit down in the only seat left in the class. Which sucked because it was in the middle of the front row. I take my notebook out to start taking notes not looking at anyone and keeping my head down. I tried concentrating on the lesson but its kinda hard whenever he turns his back people throw crap at you. Paper balls, erasers, a few pens and some pencils.

Ya, I love being the new kid. I thought to myself while rolling my eyes. Every place is the same. New school, new kid to pick on.

Everytime some thing, that was thrown at me, hit the floor my face gets redder and redder. As soon as the bell rang I was the first one up unfortunately I was also the first one down.

I went down tripped on the leg of my desk. I could feel my face turn beet red. My lovely classmates just walked by me laughing. Hell the teacher didn't even help me. That should tell you what kind of example they set for the students here. I was about to just give up and walk out without my books when he leaned down to help me pick up my books and then the laughter stops. I hear a few gasps come from around me. I guess people were surprised that this beautiful god would help me. Well, they were not alone! As we reached for my last book our fingers touched. I had to jerked my hand back, I felt this electric shock go through my hand and up my arm. It was so strong that it felt painful. He handed me my book stood and walked out the door without a second glance.

The shock I felt stopped time in itself. I knew it was probably only one sided but I had hoped that he felt it to. I guess not. I walked back to the cafeteria and put my bag and books on an empty table thinking I'll just sit here and be back for it after I got my food.

When I got back to my table some guy was going through my bag, pulling stuff out. Okay, people can go and treat me like hell but no one goes through my personal stuff. I know it sounds stupid and I probably shouldn't put up with any crap. If I try people just look at me and start laughing. Why not? Look at me. My limp brown hair, normal brown eyes. Plus most people tower over me.

The guy that was going through my back showing his friends had to be at least 6 feet tall and only looked to be about 180 lbs. By the time I got to the table he had pulled out my Cosmo mag reading it and laughing about something he read. I put my food down to grab my shit from him.

He looked at me and in the most serious voice I've heard all day he asked me "Do you think any of this is going to help someone like you?"

I looked at him and I had nothing to say at all. So I picked up my stuff, leaving my food, and walked across the room to an empty table in the corner. I started crying because he was right. Who would want me? I thought. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I tensed knowing it was my personal god.

I looked over my shoulder and I groaned, yep it was him.

"I'm sorry." He said.

That's the last thing I needed, pity, exceptionally from him. "For what?" I ask him.

I looked at him and with sadness in his eyes he says "I heard what James said to you. And for al those people in class. I should have told them to stop."

"Would they have listened to you?" I asked confused.

"I don't know but I could have at least said something." He stated.

I whispered. "Thank you." Without looking at him.

I felt him sit down next to me. "I didn't do anything so please don't thank me."

"Your wrong. Your talking to me, and that's more than anybody else has done. So, yes, thank you." I confided in him.

"Whats your name?" He asked me.

"Isabella Swan."

"Hmm"

"What?" I asked confused again.

"You don't look like an Isabella."

"What's an Isabella suppose to look like?" I asked smiling.

"I don't know. I'm just saying. Wait, do you have a nickname?" He asked me.

"Um, not really. But my parents call me Bella sometimes."

"Ya that's better. Do you know what that means?" He asked.

"Ya I do." I say blushing.

Well, it suits you." He states. "And it's true,"

I look down towards my lap avoiding his gaze. He grabs my chin and pulls my face up asking me "You don't see yourself clearly, do you?"

I had no idea what he meant. He kept staring at me waiting for me to speak.

He asks me "So?"

"Um, so what?"

"So are you gonna ask me my name?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, well then, what is your name?" I ask now curious what my personal gods name is.

A/N

okay this is my first story and its from a dream I had a couple on nites ago I swear.

I'm not sure where this story is going but if you have any ideas or comments leave them in a review.

Thanks and be kind

love

kohli