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Chapter 1

I'm not sure why he started showing an interest in me. I'm not what you would consider attractive even in the broadest sense of the term. I am smart, but not overly intelligent. I am most definitely overweight and the thought of climbing a flight of stairs makes my chest tighten in advance. The lack of money in my bank account is no incentive and that a majority of the time my clothing is covered in a thin coating of cat hair does not add to my charm.

When I first noticed him watching me, I was eating a hot dog in the school cafeteria. I am well aware that the food was of questionable quality, but some days you just really don't give a shit that mystery meat may not actually contain any actual meat. I had overslept that morning and in my mad dash to get to school on time, I left my lunch sitting on the breakfast table. So there I was, eating something that was most likely not good for me and too tired to care.

I had only looked up from my tray, because Tyler and Mike were having a game of spitball at their table and a stray one landed on the chair across from me. Despite my general apathy towards my surroundings, I couldn't ignore it and reached across the table with a napkin to swipe the nasty bugger away. As I sat back down, I looked across the room and noticed Edward looking at me with a strange expression on his face. It was a mix between fascination and disgust. I looked down quickly at my clothing and saw nothing amiss. I double-checked that he was still staring, found that he was, sighed a deep sigh, grabbed my bag and my half-eaten lunch and threw the remains in the garbage on my way out of the room.

I make no excuses for myself, but I'll be damned if I'll sit there like some sideshow act. If you like me, great. If you don't like me, oh well. Its not easy, but living with that attitude has helped me coast through high school's social feeding frenzy despite being unpopular. No one really picks on me which means my life is far easier than most students, but every now and then someone decides to push the boundaries and see if they can set me off. I assumed Edward was bored and saw me as something to help past the time.

Edward is attractive, but the way the girls at school act around him confuses me. The school population is on the low side which means the choice of boyfriends that don't have facial warts is limited. I understand that concept and recognize wanting to have something pretty to look at while sucking face. What I don't understand is the length some of the girls go to to snag these boys, especially Edward. The cat fights that break out over him are pathetic and quite honestly serve only as amusement to those of us watching.

I heard that Edward dates, but as far as I know he's never had a steady girlfriend. I wonder at times if he does this to encourage the insanity and secretly enjoys the cat fights more than the girls themselves. He could be a closet homo-sexual. He's certainly pretty enough and I read somewhere that the reason many men go gay is because they fall in love with their own form. For some reason that doesn't stick with me, but I have fun making up little stories in my head about how he and Coach Clapp have an illicit affair that can only be announced after he graduates. Pathetic, but it helps make gym class go by faster.

I enjoy one of my little Edward-is-gay fantasies as I walk early to Biology class. The new school term has begun and I want to get a good seat near the window. It may sound like I don't like science... and you're right. I really don't. The thing is, for some reason it comes easily to me and so without even trying I get good grades despite my attempts not to give a shit. So like the slacker I am, I find the best window seat in the back of the room and settle in for what will certainly be an hour of boredom.

I'm fifteen minutes early, so I pull out my homework from Italian and begin the assignment. My stomach growls a bit since I barely ate, but I tell myself I'll just eat when I get home and continue to focus on translating numeri on the page. I get lost in the work and ignore the shuffling of students settling into the room. They bang chairs, drop books and generally make far more noise than is necessary but we're kids, we're supposed to. I have gotten good at ignoring the excess noise around me over the years. It helps me blend into the background better. I wrap up my homework as the teacher calls attendance and its not until he calls Edward's name do I notice he's taken the seat next to me at my table. I look over at him for a moment, shake my head and take out my Bio book.

I don't know why he chose to sit next to me. He's pretty smart so I know he doesn't need to cheat off me. I can only hope he showed up late and got stuck there, otherwise it means he has an ulterior motive and I probably won't like it. Dr. Banner informs us that these will be our assigned seats for the term and that the person sitting next to us is our lab partner. I frown and look at Edward only to see him looking at me with that strange expression from earlier. I turn my head to look out the window and I sigh as it occurs to me that this class is really going to fucking suck.