AN. My first fanfic :) with the overused highschool plot. :) Hope you like it so far, R.R appreciated ;)

A Moment to Sigh On.

Ew.

That had to be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, I mean, as far as PDAs go.

There was Lauren the Whore grinding against Edward the God, in front of my homeroom door. I sighed and tried to maneuver around them, hopefully they wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, Lauren perked up and slipped her tongue back into her mouth, you could see Edward's disappointment coating his face as he did the same.

"Why hello Bella, and how are you doing on this fine morning?"

I sighed, Lauren had hated me since seventh grade, this whole "I'm the good guy" greeting, would soon be followed-up with one of her classic insults.

"I am doing very well today, and yourself?"

She glared at me and Edward looked away to face me from wherever he was staring over his shoulder, an almost smile appeared on his oh-so-kissable lips.

"More than well, you know how it is, waking up the day after--" She paused, but then picked up her sentence. "-- you feel so... rejuvenated."

Ew.

"Umm.. that's great.."

She intensified her glare, but luckily the bell rang.

Ah, saved by the bell. It's so cliche it hurts to think about.

Lauren sniffed and turned away, but not before she tried to trip me while I walked the remaining 3 steps to my Math class. I neatly dodged her high heel to my surprise and turned to see her familiar glare, that was really tiring me after all these years, but there was something new this time, Edward was blushing. That was strange, since when was Edward ever embarassed by Lauren? I mean, I know they've been going out for the last three years of highschool, and Lauren's slept with every male student above the age of 14 and even a few teacher's, but he's still worshipped her as if she were a goddess, or maybe the right word is Carmen Electra.

I shook the thoughts from my head. Who really cared anyways, even though Edward was my god, though I only worshipped him within the boundaries of my mind, I would never have an ounce of a chance with him. Not only was he attached to Lauren at the hip, most of the time, I was also 10,000 leagues beneath his. Here I was, a now small town girl, with long mahogany hair and chocolate eyes, how generic! Compare that to Lauren's and the rest of her skanks layered blonde locks and assortment of blue and green eyes. That was pretty generic too, but at least they could fill D cups. Not to mention their killer bods and fake tans. They already had they're reputation of experience, while here I sat a timid virgin, what guy wouldn't be drawn into that web of pleasure.

I chuckled to myself, and retired the thoughts. It wasn't usual for Lauren to actually get to me, it was probably because Edward was with her that I actually cared. I sighed, but then smiled as Angela walked into the class. Ah, Angela. My best friend and confident. We've been best friends ever since the whole Lauren incident, but even before that, we were still pretty close. She returned my smile and sat in her seat beside mine.

"Hey Ange, what's up?"

"Not too much, where were you this morning? I thought we were going to meet in the caf to talk about the project."

I flushed, I had totally forgotten about our English assignment together. "Shi-, Shoot! I'm so sorry Ange, I forgot! I was kind of distracted this morning, what with the party and everything."

"Ah, don't worry about it Bells, it's not due for another three weeks anyways, we're just nerds."

I giggled. "Oh Ange, what nerds throw a killer sweet sixteen party for themselves."

She smiled, "Well, there are some exceptions."

Our conversation had to stop though as Mr. Nebblen walked into the room, dragging his 40 year-old projector and slipping overheads onto the screen, citing us to take notes. I fumbled for a pen and began todays work. Polynomials, nice. I decided to go to my happy place, the party. Yes, Angela and I were co-hosting a Sweet Sixteen, since are birthdays were only a couple weeks apart. We were holding it at Angela's house, there was no way 60 kids could fit into my little two bedroom barely-a-duplex, though it wouldn't be a problem in Ange's Victorian Mansion. I was secretly jealous of that house, not the size really, but the grandeur of it. It was just so nice to admire, it hurt to look away. The rest of the class floated around rose and lily floral arrangements and five layer cakes. Dammit, Alice was rubbing off on me. Oh well, I was too pumped to care, the party was this Saturday and all my friends and their friends were coming. 60 was a pretty good turnout considering are school held about 350 students. The bell rang, interrupting my imagination, and I scurried out of class, but before I knew it, my face met the floor.

Fuck.

"You should really watch where you're going Bella, you don't want to hurt yourself" I could hear the witches' voice laughing above me.

I groaned and got up, gathering my books well Lauren fled the scene. When I got up, a few of her friends were stiffling giggles and most of the guys were rolling their eyes in my direction. Then I noticed a pair of emerald eyes glancing in my direction, feet turned toward me. I blushed and scampered away before I could oggle the rest of his face. That's just great, another one of her plots to embarass me. I turned in the opposite direction still blushing from the lapse in my cool exterior, and tripped over the back of my heel. Though this time, I didn't fall. I was caught by a pair of soft but muscular hands around my delicate waist.

"Are you alright."

I flipped around in shock, and saw those familiar smoldering eyes.

AN: You like? Reviews are pleasured. Next chap soon :)

marisa94