BPOV

I walked along the hall in my own little world until I feel a tiny vibration in my purse. Not right now!

I looked at the giant pile of textbooks, notebooks, and other school supplies precariously stacked on top of one another. I carefully extended my left arm, that was nestled under all of the supplies, and placed it farther to the right. I did this to be able to keep my load balanced and be able to use my other arm to reach into my purse and grab the phone.

I glanced at the tiny screen and groaned. Jessica Stanley. We somehow managed to get accepted into the same college and she just had to pick the one I was going to. Then, we somehow managed to be roommates. She bothers me.

"What?" I said wearily to the phone. I was watching the stack of books sway side to side.

"Omigod, Bella! You have to get down here!" she screamed through the phone. Shocked, I pulled the phone away from my ear. Now, she can scream and not pop my eardrums.

"Jess, I told you, I am going to be there, but you know I have to get all my stuff away," I replied.

"But come ON! These surfers are hot, and they'll soon all be gone! How long does it take to put your stuff away anyways?"

"About the time I've been taking, obviously. Plus, you had Mike help you." Mike was her boyfriend, who was also attending this college. He was such a nuisance in high school.

"Whatever. Miss out all of these extremely HOT guys." Just then, I heard someone scream really loud in the background. Tanya Denali, probably. A girl with strawberry blonde hair and extremely attractive.

"Jess, I'll be there. Just wait, you pushy little girl." I hung up and placed the cell phone in my purse.

I took my right hand and placed it under the books again. I started forward and the mound of books made it impossible to see, so I trusted that nothing was in my way. I was wrong.

I collided with what seemed to be a rock wall, except that the rock wall was the size of a man and fell the opposite way when I ran into it.

I lay on the floor in a daze. Then an angel came into my vision. An angel with bronze hair, vibrant green eyes, and a perfect face. The face had a worried expression on it.

Am I dead? I thought suddenly, but that thought faded away when the angel spoke. To me.

"I am so sorry! I wasn't paying attention! Are you okay?" the angel said with a velvet smooth voice.

I couldn't speak. This angel was too beautiful, too amazing.

"YesI'mfine," I choked out. My words slurred together.

The angel's forehead creased as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm Edward Cullen. Who might you be?" he inquired.

"I might be Bella Swan," I responded, not thinking. He laughed and I just realized what I said.

"I mean, I am Bella Swan. I was named Isabella by my parents, my dad's name is Charlie Swan, so I know I am Bella Swan," I said, rambling on.

Edward laughed again and I wanted to reach out and touch his wonderful face to see if he was real.

I realized I was still lying on the floor and I started to struggle to sit up. Edward held out his hand and I lightly held it. I guess he is real. My stomach fluttered at his touch, his warm hand seeming to burn my skin.

He clasped my hand tightly and yanked me up. I lost balance and nearly fell down again, but Edward secured his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I gasped as I realized I was extremely close to him and immediately pulled away. He didn't resist and I tripped again, because a notebook was lying on the ground. He grabbed my wrist and grinned at me as I blushed.

I leaned down and began picking up my stuff. Edward kneeled and helped me. While we were picking up the stuff. My phone vibrated again. I reached into my purse, already knowing who was calling.

"Hello Jessica," I said, annoyed.

"Whoa. You sound angry. I probably should leave you alone." I knew she wouldn't, being the nosy girl she was. "But…" I am good . "It's my duty as a friend to ask what happened."

Duty as a friend?! Ugh. I wonder where this girl got her material.

"I…ran into a guy," I said, peeking at Edward, who was staring at me.

"So you just decided not to come because you met a guy? You could have at least called and told us!" she shouted, enraged.

"Umm… Actually, Jess, I literally ran into a guy. You know, bump into him. Well, all my stuff fell and he just helped me pick it up."

It was silent on the other line for a while and I wondered if she hung up. Then she spoke, filled with chagrin.

"Oh… Well… Ahh… Hurry here!" then the line went dead.

I put the phone back and Edward was staring at me as if he heard the whole conversation, which he probably did, because Jessica was mostly screaming.

"Tell me," he said, thoughtful. "where are you going?"

"Beach," I said bluntly. I didn't trust myself to say more than one word sentences to him.

"Why?"

"Surfers," I looked at him to see his reaction. He was smirking. I frowned. "Why do you care?" I said, my suspicion overcoming my nervousness.

"May I come with you?"

That took me by surprise and I blurted out, "What?!"

"May I come with you?" he repeated. I looked at him. He was serious.

"Umm… Yeah, sure. I guess," I said, still confused.

"Excellent. I'll bring this to your room and then I'll change."

I just nodded.

EPOV

I followed Bella into one of the dorm rooms and plopped her things onto her bed. A purple luggage was already in the room.

"Who's your…" my voice faded as she saw what I was gesturing at.

"That's Jessica Stanley," she said it as if we were talking about the person herself, not just her stuff.

"Oh," I said. Then another question popped into my mind. "Was she the one who was screaming at you on the phone?"

Bella chuckled nervously. "Yeah. She doesn't always wait for an explanation before yelling at you." She blushed. Oh, she is adorable.

"Well, I'd best get going and let you change. I'll be right back," I said as I sprinted out the door, excited that I will be able to get to know this girl better.

I ran all across campus, not stopping for anything, and ignored all the girls who stared at me.

I practically knocked down the door to my dorm room, surprising my roommate, who was unpacking.

"Hey, Jed," I said hurriedly as I opened my luggage and found some trunks. Jed barely had time to reply before I flew out the door, towel in hand.

I ran back towards Bella's dorm and caught her just as she walked out the door.

Startled, she looked at me and smirked. What's so funny? I checked myself to see if anything was wrong. Nope. I was fine.

"What's the rush, Edward?" she joked as she walked down the hall.

Oh. She just finished changing and I already made my way to and from the guys' dorms.

"Bella, I didn't rush," I lied. "It's just that girls always take more time trying to look nice. Put on make-up, brush their hair, make sure that there isn't even a tiny wrinkle on their bathing suits, and then pack a ton of their stuff."

Bella scoffed and said, "Oh really, Edward? You really think that that's true?"

I nodded, confused at where this was going.

"Well, take a look at me, Edward. Does it look like I did any of that stuff?"

I took that open invitation to look at her. What she said was true. Her hair was still mussed because of the tripping and falling she just experienced, she didn't seem to have applied anymore make-up, her clothes were ruffled and wrinkled, and she didn't bring her bag.

"Aren't you worried that you would get a sunburn, Bella? You don't have sun block."

She scoffed again. "Edward, does it look like I've ever been touched by the sun?"

She was exceptionally pale. As was I, so I didn't bring sun block either.

"Okay, then." Then I stopped in front of my shiny, silver Volvo. Bella stopped and looked at me. She looked at the Volvo and rolled her eyes.

"What?" I asked. This girl was forever confusing me.

"I'm not a guy, Edward." I knew that. It was obvious, looking at her chest. "I don't care how impressive this car is, so let's just go."

I understood now. She thought that I was going to tell her that this car was amazing. I chuckled at her.

"No, Bella. This is my car. I'm stopping so we can use it. Not to tell you about it."

Bella frowned. "This is your car?" She made a sound of disgust. Did she have something against Volvos? "I always thought cars like this belonged to snobby rich people."

"Does that mean you don't think I'm snobby? 'Cause I am rich." I wiggled my eyebrows.

"No, I don't think you're snobby," she said quietly.

Somehow, those six words made me suddenly emotional.

We climbed into the car, me holding Bella's door, like the un-snobby person I am. When we finally got settled into the car, I asked the question that has been gnawing in the back of my mind.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I blurted out.