A/N

Meyer owns all characters I am just barrowing them for a dance or two. Dance baby, dance.

Rated M lemons and language abound, totally freakin bad about both of these so forgive or move on.

This is my first fanfic so forgive please….

Broken Wing

Ch 1 Obsessed

*EPOV*

Okay, I was obsessed, but only for six hours a week at most; and only for the past three months. From the moment she tripped into the room that first day falling flat on her soft pale face with her brunette waves pillowing around her, I was captivated. As the sagely Professor Banner called roll that day I took note of her name. "Swan, Isabella?" she said staring straight at the girl, forcing her into a bright cherry red as she responded in a soft shy voice "Bella, please." I was instantly imagining that soft sweet whisper calling my name, my pants immediately became uncomfortable. I was intrigued as I watched her each class somehow manage to fall into her seat, flushing with embarrassment hoping no one would see then capturing a errant piece of her hair snagging it behind her bright left ear that would slowly, torturingly, change back to that alabaster white. It was an addiction a drug that I had to watch three times a week.

How was I to know that today would be so much worse? Oh that's right because I asked for it. Because for some reason I just can't stop from torturing myself. Because I like pain even the emotional type.

Today was Friday November 17th, the last day before a week long Thanksgiving break. I had planned to head home with my brothers, Emmitt and Jasper, and my twin sister, Alice, as soon as Emmitt and I got out of this retched class. I was a bit eager to leave so I suggested to Emmitt that we sit closer to the door to leave as soon as class was done….okay, I used that as an excuse to sit closer to my little O-chem girl. We normally sat five rows up and Bella being completely physically incapable of transversing five steps without falling sat right up front, but again today was different. Today we had to- upon my suggestion mind you- sit in the second row and some angel of destruction or mercy, I wasn't sure which, decided she had to sit right in front of me.

Her smell was intoxicating. It was a soft sweet smell like pears or plums and it rolled right off her in waves. Her shinny locks enticing, so much so I almost ran my hand through just to touch them. I had barely even noticed as my arm subconsciously stretched out until Emmitt leaned over and asked "What the hell's up with you, man?"

Shit, if Emmitt noticed then I was screwed. Emmitt, my eldest brother, well technically my only brother, was big, brawny, and not exactly very observant. I dropped my pencil and mumbled something about having a cramp. I sighed. He probably would talk about this the whole ride back to Forks. It was a good thing Alice and Jasper were more observant and knew about my "little O-chem girl." I was getting exasperated with myself and my pants were getting tight. The pain was nice even if this wasn't the best place to deal with it and I would have a couple of hours to sit through without being able to change the pressure and focus the pain.

Finally Professor Banner's English accent broke through my distraction releasing us with a "Merry Thanksgiving." I packed up scrambling to leave and without looking managed to run down my obsession that was causing me to leave in such a rush.

I saw it all in my mind before it all really happened. We were both going down due to my impatience. In an incredibly quick second I wrapped an arm about her waist and twisted so that I would be the one to hit the ground.

And hit the ground I did. I heard the smack as my head hit but all I could recognize were stars. It was glorious and beautiful pain. I said a four letter would in response as my hand rose automatically to my aching head. The softest movement against me snapped my eyes open to stare straight into the deepest brown eyes. Her hair had created this magical curtain around us that made it seem as if we were in our own little bubble and I just couldn't help myself, I smirked a soft shy half smile of the dorkiest kind.

Then of course my jeans gave me away. The hard on I had been suffering and hiding all class by watching and sitting so near her had doubled from the pain and flicked into her stomach. "Oh…" she just about whispered in such a soft sweet voice that we both flushed, me a hot pink and her that delicious cherry red. I was so mortifyingly embarrassed that the smirk changed to a tight lip grimace of pure embarrassment. And for some reason as I can only explain as my body hating me, the now painful pressure in my pants caused my hard on to flick against her again.

Then I heard the words that made it worse because it made me remember we weren't the only ones in the room. Professor Banner's voice spoke softly to Bella, "Bella, sweetie, do you need help up?" and then even softer, "You need to straighten your skirt." Her skirt? She was in a skirt? And apparently giving everyone the money shot. We both flushed even deeper.

I needed to think of something, anything other than her or the pain in my head at that moment. Baseball…Grandma….Fuck did she just grind me as she was getting up?...Jasper sitting naked on Jake's lap…that one helped. I heard Emmitt's booming laugh that helped too.

"Hey bro let me help you up."

"Yeah, whatever," I responded tersely. "Let me just get my stuff." I grabbed my book and the blue spiral of notes and rushed out that room without even saying goodbye or sorry. I felt like such an ass.