Right now, my muse consists of nacho cheese doritos, kiwi-strawberry Propel fit water, and a Sarah Dessen book. I'm armed and ready to go.

Try not to be too harsh, because this is my first time dabbling in the art of Stephenie Meyer, and I own none of it.

That said, constructive criticism is appreciated, along with any comments, questions, or concerns. No flames, please.

Transition

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Out of the corner of my eye, through the curtain of my hair, I peaked warily at the engima beside me. He was less tense than usual, but that didn't stop me from being cautious. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, even though he wasn't clutching the table in a death grip or glaring at me.

I just knew that this Edward guy - whoever he was - was not normal.

I didn't know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment, from this total stranger. I didn't expect anything wild or crazy to happen, especially in the tiny town of Forks. I would be completely and totally content with a normal class, with a normal teacher, normal classmates. I didn't need someone who sat beside me that obviously didn't want to...and then the next day acting (almost) normal.

And most of all, why me? From what I saw, no one else got the same treatment. The stares from him and his family across the cafeteria, the tenseness and strange behavior during class, the watchful eyes that I could never seem to escape...

I didn't know what he wanted. I didn't know why I was so special, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to know, either.

I wasn't scared of him. I was curious, intrigued, a little creeped out...but not scared.

Tentatively, I risked a bold move and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, looking at him from the corner of my eye. He was staring straight ahead. Was he even breathing?

I sighed, and he stiffened.

So did I.

Crap. Why did everything I do cause such a bad reaction from him? Am I that repulsive?

The bell rang, suddenly, and I was so relieved. I couldn't wait to leave and-

Getting up too quick, I dropped everything I had been holding - my textbook, pen, notebook - dropped to the ground as I stumbled over my own feet. Cursing my own clumsiness, I bent down and started to pick up my things.

I felt another presence near me and I glanced up, only to meet beautiful eyes that took my breath away. I gasped softly. It was him. He was holding my book, but I didn't care about that.

It was like time had stopped, and it was something I had never felt before. I couldn't look away for anything in the world, and the feeling even remained as he glanced down at his hands holding my book, breaking our staring contest. I slowly took the book from his hands, and he stood up, looking at me the whole time.

I stood up, realizing how short I was standing next to him. I could smell him - it was amazing - and I knew that we were too close.

Then, he did something completely unexpected.

He smiled at me.

A beautiful, wonderful crooked smile that made my heart beat faster, and I stopped breathing. Any current thought processes I had were gone...everything just went blank.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, still smiling.

I could still smell him, see his smile. My heart was still beating fast, and it was a huge struggle for me to regain any thoughts I had before the incident. I took a deep breath.

My point of view on Edward Cullen was completely different now, that was for sure.

Eh, I'm not sure what that was. I don't know if it was good or not. Uhm, please review?

by the way: this is supposed to be short. don't bitch at me because of the length, okay? IT'S A DRABBLE.