Bella's POV
I unfolded the note which was slipped to me – "You've got more curves than a triple integral, hotstuff." I looked up as a the boy in the green shirt, Mike, winked at me as I shot him a look of disgust. Then, I remembered what I was wearing. It was a tight V-neck black shirt which hugged my curves perfectly. This was all Alice's fault – she forced me into this ridiculous outfit for my first math tuition class, saying that I would be a boy magnet. She wanted me to 'make use of the opportunity' that there were boys in the math tuition class as we were both in a single-sex school. I was definitely not interested in any of the boys in this class –they all seemed like jerks and playboys. I've never really fancied boys, anyway.
Just when I was swearing to myself that I would never get involved with any boy in this class, a boy with the most mesmerizing green eyes and a crooked smile sauntered into class, seeming somewhat flustered.
"Sorry, Mr Banner, I was…" his velvety voice trailed off as Mr Banner gestured for him to take a seat.
"Hey, I'm Edward. New student? Nice to meet you!" he whispered, sliding into the seat beside me.
"Bella. Nice to meet you too," I muttered. I was extremely socially awkward and preferred to stay in my shell and not speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. However, Edward made me feel strangely comfortable talking to him – as if he actually enjoyed my prescence.
He stared at me for a few seconds, a smirk forming on his face as he looked away. Did he not like what he saw? Was I really that unattractive?
After minutes of silence, I found a piece of paper on my desk.
So, tell me about yourself.
Of course. Even his handwriting was perfect.
I'm a pretty boring person. There's nothing much to say about myself.
I scrawled on the piece of paper, feeling slightly self conscious about my handwriting.
"Edward and Bella, the two of you can have your little 'get-to-know-each-other session after class. Now, please keep that slip of paper and draw the graphs." Mr Banner glared at the both of us.
Edward groaned as he picked up his pencil and started plotting the graph. Unsure of how to do it, I peeked at his paper. To my surprise and amazement, Edward completed the graph quickly and turned towards me to help me with mine.
"Why do you even come for math tuition when you're that good?" I muttered, somewhat annoyed that he seemed perfect in every aspect – smart, good looking and rich – he carried a Crumpler Seedybag backpack, which had what I assumed to be his initials, E.C., sewn perfectly on it in purple.
"It's fun," he shrugged, smirking. Now, he was starting to get on my nerves. No one goes for math tuition for fun – I could barely stand doing an hour of math and this absurdly good-looking guy actually enjoyed doing it? How is it fair that he has both the good looks and the brains while an average girl like me was stuck with average features and lousy grades?
I rolled my eyes at him, sighing at how unfair it was.