NOTE: Edward is not a vampire, they are all human characters.
Chapter 1
EPOV
I had always loved her, I had known that for a long time, but something told me that she didn't love me as much as I loved her. Maybe it was the fact that she showed no signs of affection towards me unless we were alone, there was no hand holding, hugging or kissing in public. Not even my parents knew that I was in a serious relationship and that I would someday want to marry Bella. I didn't know what was wrong; maybe she was embarrassed of me.
People have always asked me if Bella and I are more than friends, I don't want to deny it, but I do, because it's what Bella wants, and I don't think I would be able to handle losing her. She was perfect for me; there was no one else in the world who understood me more than Bella.
I loved the way her long, chocolate-brown hair flowed down her back and the way her pretty green eyes sparkled in the sunlight. But her smile was absolutely irresistible, not big and cheesy or small and forced. It was just perfect; she only showed her brilliant white teeth when necessary. It was natural, she wasn't one for posing, instead she spent all of her time with a smile on her face, not showing it when she was upset or hurt, making everyone think that she was a genuinely happy person that had no problems in the world. She was perfect, in every single way.
I knew I loved her from the moment I first saw her. She was new to the school, didn't know anybody, obviously nervous. I was going to be the first person to introduce myself to her, give her a helping hand. I was too slow; Mike Newton, he was the jock, the guy with heaps of friends, all the girls wanted him but he was too blind to see it. Something strange must have been going through his head when he thought Bella was going to start dating him and be OK with having 50 friends and every boy in school chasing after her on her first day. She didn't need my help, she had Mike, so I continued to make my way to Biology.
I took my seat next to Angela Weber, third row back on the left had side. She was a quiet girl, very studious; she got on with her work and only spoke if she really needed too. I liked her much better than my previous lab partner, Jessica Stanley; she was very flirty and probably blind. She could not see that I was not interested in her and that I wanted to focus on my studies so I could get into a good college. She never kept trying.
Biology class had started, we were studying Planaria, a very boring lesson, Mr Molina was blabbing on about it, scribbling random things on the white board, I don't think anyone was really paying attention. Half way through the lesson, she walked in. "I'm extremely sorry I'm late, I'm new here, I couldn't find the class." She said this with complete sincerity and Mr Molina showed her to the empty seat in front of me and continued on with the lesson.
After the bell rang, Mr Molina called Bella and myself to the front of the class. "Mr Cullen, have you met Ms Swan?" he asked me. "No" I replied turning towards her to introduce myself, I offered her my hand saying "I'm Edward Cullen, I'm guessing you're Isabella?" I asked, assuming that how Mr Molina addressed her was by her name. "Actually, just Bella." She replied. We shared a moment, staring longingly into each other's eyes until Mr Molina interrupted "So Edward I thought it would be nice if you could help Bella catch up on the work she has missed this semester, I think I will also arrange you two to be seated next to one another so you can assist Bella with anything she is confused about during the lesson." Thanks to Mr Molina, I would now get to spend a lot of time with Bella.
I invited Bella to join me for lunch and she accepted, much to the disappointment of poor Mike Newton. Bella is not big on eating; she joined me in the cafeteria with a tiny chicken Caesar salad and a bottle of water, it was no wonder she was thin. We decided that we were going to meet after school every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, I knew we were going to develop a good friendship and become extremely close.
After discussion about our schedule, we sat in silence, it was rather awkward but I was happy subtly looking at her perfections. We were interrupted by Alice; I had to snap out of my mood. "Hi I'm Alice, Edward's sister, and I'm guessing you're Isabella?" She was overly cheerful and really friendly today, but that's what Bella needed, I guess. "Actually, it's just Bella. Nice to meet you." She seemed comfortable with Alice, but then again Alice was an easy person to adapt to, she was very different to anyone else I had ever met.
I shared some other classes with Bella; we were in the same English, Spanish and Gym class. I remember how she blew me out of the water with her knowledge of Shakespeare, her fluency in Spanish and her amazing skills in many areas of Gym. She was extremely graceful when she flew herself over the bar in high jump and she could through a javelin a really far way, it makes me wonder where she gets all her strength from in her little, petite body.
It came to the four-hundred metre hurdles and no one wanted to volunteer to race her, all scared of loosing, but it was just a race, it would be rather fun to try beat her. Then I saw it, her beautiful smile, it had been hiding behind all her shyness and nervousness all day, now she was in her element and she could be happy and confident without feeling like she was being judged. But how could she beat me? She was too pretty to be able to jump over hurdles faster than me.
BANG! The race had started and she was off, like a bullet out of a gun. After the first two hurdles I had caught up, we were tied with three hurdles left. One hurdle down, 2 hurdles down, three hurdles down and finish. We had tied! She gave me a high five and suggested that we race again so she could beat me. She wouldn't beat me this time, and she didn't. The race had started and we were up to the third hurdle when she fell. Her foot must have clipped the hurdle and she fell flat on her face. I stopped instantly and ran straight to her aid.
I rolled her onto her back, she was in pain I could tell. But she seemed more worried about the embarrassment of falling rather than the pain she was in; her words were "Oh my gosh, how embarrassing, I'm so unco." The use of her slang, teenage language amused me. I offered to take her to the nurse, but she begged me not to embarrass her even more, I soon made her realise that the rest of the class was surrounding her.
I picked her up and carried her to the nurse. She was stubborn, insisting the whole way to the nurse's office that she was fine, that she just needed to lie down and have a drink of water.
Whilst driving home, I could not get her off my mind, was she OK? Has she passed out? Had she been in a car accident? I should have driver her home, just to make sure she was safe. I turned around and sped down the highway to find her house.
She was OK; she had made it home safely, thankfully. But I needed to be with her and it seemed as if she wanted me there. We had a fantastic time together; playing guitar hero and laughing for hours.
That was the first day of our unconditional and irrevocable love.