*I own none of the locations or are all the genius of Meyer but this is what severe insomnia does to me. Hope you guys enjoy it! :D

There were the perfect Phoenix girls- the unblemished beautiful ones who made lads stop and stare when they passed by and other girls look down at themselves and automatically reassess what they thought of themselves.

Then you had the girls like me, I was one of the ones who looked down and reassessed their view of themselves. There was hot and there was me- Ordinary, plain, pale and slightly awkward. I didn't wear clothes, clothes wore me. I wouldn't be missed if I fell into a hole. Knowing my luck, I would definitely fall into a hole.

That is why this whole thing made no sense to me. I didn't get why a guy who looked like Edward Cullen was staring at me like this. His eyes were boring into mine, like he was looking beyond their dirty, mudpie depths and straight into the big empty void that was my mind. He was piercing me with his gaze and I felt my heartbeat quicken. My palms grew sweaty so I rubbed them against my top forgetting that I had some ink from my inky black pain on my palm. I had gripped the pen so hard in astonishment at the fact that Edward was talking to me again, to me Bella Swan that I had rivers of black pen etched into my hand. As I rubbed it gently against the grey cotton, I looked down and swore loudly "Damn it" as I saw my grey t-shirt had a mark on it just under the natural line my breasts made in my top. Without my permission my eyes flicked onto Edward's face, that goddamn perfect face of his-those top notch cheekbones, hair that must take him hours but looked so naturally perfect and purposefully rugged and those eyes that baffled me, entranced me sure but made me question my usually perfect 20 20 vision, and saw that his eyes had flicked onto me, his eyebrows cocked in my direction as I uttered my profanity. My cheeks coloured as I saw his eyes flick downwards onto the mark on my t-shirt and my stomach did a huge somersault as his eyes seemed to rest upon the area for far too long and a bit too North of where the mark was. Oh my f**king god was Edward Cullen looking at my boobs? The thought was enough to send my heartbeat into overdrive. He seemed to jerk a little in his seat, he coughed a little and directed himself so he stared directly at our teacher and no one else. I looked at his side profile, still revelling at the hotness of his face before following his example and listening to our teacher drone on about the difference between whitefish blastula and onions for our lab.

My hand reached to grab the slide with the intent of pushing it onto the microscope shelf when I felt a hand stall mine. The touch was frigid but that is not what made me shiver. I shivered at the way his fingers moulded to mine perfectly and the way the weight made my hand feel complete. It fit like a glove. I felt myself bite my lip to suppress a gasp because I did not want him to know that his touch made me nervous. To tell the truth every single thing about him made me nervous, even the way he said my name, or maybe it was just the way his lips moved when he said it but I was so uneasy around him. Usually boys held no interest for me, but Edward, he was different. In every sense of the word.

I looked up at him, at the way he quickly met my eyes, shifting them away from where his hand still lay on mine and instead of dropping my eyes I met his stare hoping to steal some of the intensity his were boring into mine. It was his turn to suppress a gasp as he shifted his hand but I could still feel the weight of it on mine. For once he lost in our staring competiton as he dropped his eyes. I shook my head a little as I resumed my efforts to slide the slide onto the shelf. I heard Edward mutter something too quiet for my ears and once again, he stalled my hand, pushing it away from the microscope so the slide slid from my clammy fingers and clattered onto the desk. I looked over at him baffled. "What?" My voice contained an edge of derision I hadnt intended and for some reason this made him smirk.

"I didnt know you were so engrossed in this lab!" He smiled that crooked smile of his, the likes I had only seen on his face, so beautiful, that I momentarily had to shake my head like a dog shaking water from its coat. "What gave you that idea?" I uttered, feeling slightly winded though I hadnt been hit or anything, only hit with an urge so powerful to kiss him. It shocked me, I usually had self control of a lifetime pioneer!

His smile grew wider, somehow and he pointed at my binder. "You didnt take any notes!"

"So?"

"Usually when you're interested in something you take notes!" His face seemed to pale a little as he realised he had said too much, as he dropped his eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to meet my probing ones. Had Edward Cullen just admitted that he had been watching me? Bella Swan? It seemed so goddamn impossible.

"I've done this before, I was mostly doing it for your benefit!" This made him laugh as he scoffed gently. "In that case..." He pulled our answer sheet towards him and proceeded to fill it in rapidly, his elegant scrip appearing on the page with lightening speed. I watched him scrowl all the phases-metaphase, prophase until it was full and he looked back at me, a smile so exulted and devilish on his face. "Done!" He whispered, sliding the page over in front of me. "Don't say I never gave you anything!" He laughed then, a sound like a choir of angels.

"Not that I dont like a bit of science or anything but can I ask something instead?" I whispered, my voice shaking a little but coming out stronger than I would have thought.

His smile disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared as he stared at me cautiously. "Depends!" He pronounced cautiously.

"It's not bad I promise!" I reached over and touched his arm and registered how bulky it was underneath my fingertips. I quashed a grin internally as I felt the muscles. I had suspcted as much in fairness. How could one seventeen year old guy be so damn perfect?

His smile reappeared as he slid his arm from under mine but leaned in instead. "Bella" (the way he said my name was like a caress) "I know nothing bad could ever come from your mouth!" He stared at my mouth for a minute as I willed him to kiss it, damn I wanted him to kiss it! Then again when did I ever get what I wanted? I had wanted to be tanned and tall like the rest of the girls in Phoenix but apparently my father's Fork's roots had dominated through and through.

"Does that mean I can ask?" I asked, feeling liberated with his permission.

"I can't deny you Bella!" He said, his voice thick with something I couldnt pinpoint. My heartbeat quickened and I was amazed it wasnt straining out of my chest for Edward to see.

"Why are you so hot and cold around me?" I whispered, my voice shaking with nerves as I saw a shadow pass across his face before he turned his frown upside down. "If you mean temperature wise it is because this school can never decide if it is a solarium or a frigidarium!" He smirked, his eyes tight behind his humour.

"Edward?" I groaned, tilting my head at him.

"Bella!" He copied me, his voice thick with sarcasm and playful indignation.

"I didnt expect you to tell me. Why am I not surprised?" I couldnt help some of the hurt I felt sliding into my voice. I hadnt expected Edward to be honest with me. That would require him to care enough to share with me and I was just a lab partner to him. That was all and why had I expected any different. I shook my head sadly and looked down at the desk, at where some deviant student had carved "I l 3 M.N" into the wood and tippexed over it and I ran my fingers over the bumps. I guessed that this M.N. had been unrequited love or else it would be told to M.N.'s face and not carved into a block of Teak. It looked like I would only ever get to write "I 3 E.C" on a table as I would never get the chance to say it to his face, that would require him to give a shit about me!

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