I wish he would stop staring at me

It wasn't just a frivolity issue-I wasn't uncomfortable because he was not good looking. It wasn't his lack of a personality. It wasn't even his social circle-the anime, chess playing immature teenagers who sit in a tight circle in the back of the class, eager to please the teacher, and trying too hard to be funny. Their hyena laughs ring in my ears, and make me sick-their jokes nothing but recounts of stories never to come true-them with someone else.

Any of those things would have been enough to turn away any average teenage girl-evident form his lack of a relationship. Of course, I've never really had any sort of a boyfriend either. My simple, mousy looks prevented any sort of attention, though my recent move to Forks seems to have changed that.

As far as I could tell, I didn't have Edward's problems. His face, flat, with thick lips and big, buggy eyes sat awkwardly smooshed against a mane of dirty, yellow, shoulder length hair. His physique was big-his hands, body, feet, and neck were all pudgy. The only things slightly remarkable about him were his eyes and skin.

Nature must have compensated for the body and face by giving him prefect, smooth pale skin-it was almost transparent. He looked like an awkward marble statue.

His eyes, if you got close enough to look, were beautiful-topaz, fringed with dark, long lashes.

But none of these flaws made me so uncomfortable.

It was the way he started at me.

Hungry.

Angry.

Lustful.

He made my skin crawl, as did the rest of his strange family-the Cullens. The Cullens weren't so much a family as they were a clan. They weren't related, except for the twins-Jasper and Rosaline. But they all had the same skin and eyes-Edward's few good qualities must have been environmental. His family, in contrast to himself, was beautiful. A feeling of unease was prominent when you were close to any of his family-a feeling that they could severely harm you, kill you, rape you. I have to hold down bile every time I get that mental image of Edward.

I looked up again, catching his eye. Why couldn't he just leave me along? Why me?

It wasn't because I was new-I had just moved to the dreary town of Forks two months ago-clearing the Cullens of the title of "new people." They had just moved in one year ago-off to keep thinking them as new in any other towns, but new people were rare in Forks.

I glared furiously at Edward, angry at being ogled at. He shrugged and grinned, his yellow teeth surprisingly straight.

Woah.

I've never seen him smile before.

It was a predator's smile. I shivered, and glared harder.

He held my eye, refusing to turn away. From his seat across the chemistry room, he had a clear view of me, and my actions. I sighed, and tried to turn away as best I can.

I couldn't keep doing this-hiding from him.

Something has to change.

He has to change.