When the Cullen's moved to town no one had really even known that a new family had moved here. The huge moving truck that drove through town piqued our interest, but it was the middle of the summer and no one had seen any signs of new life. So we all assumed that it was just another truck passing through this town. You drive through Forks, not to Forks. It wasn't until that dreary September Monday morning that the Cullen's had come out to play.

" Who's that?" Analise asks me, pointing me to the shiny cars that were slowly going through the parking lot trying to find a place to park.
" How would I know? Maybe a new teacher?" I exclaim to her. It wasn't till the Cullen kids got out of their car that the buzz of gossip had started to run around me.
" They are all just so beautiful" Jayne whispers out. I laugh at her but nod my head in agreeance. They were regal and held an air of confidence like they knew just how much everyone was admiring them.
" Yea, I guess. Let get to class before we're late" I say grabbing my bag off the ground and walking up to the doors of the school.

To be honest, having the Cullen's at our school was kind of odd, they'd changed everything and yet nothing. It was like they were always part of the picture. It's just that the picture was slightly off like something was missing or something was added that no one really noticed or cared for. Something minor like a tree being photoshopped out or the shadows not falling on the ground right. It was a picture where only a professional could find the changes. The Cullen's added something to our bland lives, like flare and drama. The fact that they were all adopted was one thing. The fact that they left to go camping with their parents every time the sun graced us with its rays was weird. Then again we were just jealous of their parents being "cool". The fact that they were all dating each other was a foreign concept we couldn't quite grasp. It was like learning a new language it just took some time. Even then we were all just jealous of that too.
So when some brave sophomore had walked up to Edward in home economics and asked him if he was single or not and he answered that yes he, in fact, was single. The race was on to capture the only single Cullen heart. Girls left right and center was lining up to try and see if the were his true love. All trying to fit into a glass slipper he wasn't looking for. It was funny, sad, and at times pathetically heartbreaking to watch. the girls climb up the hill to just tumble down. To console a friend, after a friend, after a friend that had tried to navigate that minefield was tiring, tedious and weighed down on my mind. Why was it that no girl had managed to pique his interest. Not even Jennifer Waston had conquered the almighty Edward Cullen. She was effortlessly the prettiest girl we had to offer and I found her crying her eyes out in the girl's washroom. Maybe, just maybe she wasn't pretty enough to be what he wanted.
I (like the rest of the school) find myself watching the Cullen's. I have classes with most of them, so it's easy to get away with it and still look disinterested. I have never been paired with the Cullen kids and I have never had the courage to say hello to any of them. Not even Alice who I have debate class with and greatly admire for her ability to argue whatever the teacher puts in front of her. Honestly, why would anyone say hello to them? They've made themselves into the most exclusive clique for miles. It just seems like it isn't worth it. Especially in light of Edwards recent trail of broken hearts. I mostly watch Edward, as we have the most classes together. Like right now we're sitting in math class and I'm watching him twirl his pencil instead of listening to Mr. Davenport teach us about the practical uses of algebra.
I sit in behind him in math most of the time. There is the rare occasion when I sit beside, in front, or completely on the other side of the room from him. However, it never lasts more than a day or two. I watch as his fingers expertly twirl the yellow number two through the air. His fingers are nimble, slim and agile. The yellow stick captures my attention effectively and easily. It was like I was watching a late night infomercial. It was nothing special but something spectacular at the same time. It was something I wanted to buy yet couldn't justify the reason for something that expensive. My complete concentration on the writing utensil was how I saw his pencil drop from his fingers and fall to the floor. His head that lay lazily on his hand snaps up to attention and looks down at his hand, which tries to grab at the spot where the pencil used to be. He grasps nothing but air. I watch as it hits the floor and rolls over to where my foot was outstretched. It stops as it hits the toe of my shoe. I stare disapprovingly at it before my foot reacts to the intruder. I roll the pencil towards my waiting hand and pick it up off the linoleum floor. I quickly examine the object. There's barely there bite marks on the top of the pencil, something you wouldn't notice if you weren't an avid pencil biter, but I was and I did. I made a note of it in my head and then look up to meet the owner's eyes already staring at me. I start to pass the pencil to him when the bell rings and the class comes back into focus. The buzz of talking and laughter fills my ears.

" Here you dropped your pencil," I say lamely
" Thank you. I'm Edward, its a pleasure to meet you" he introduces. Extending his hand out towards mine.
I hand him the pencil and out fingers ghost one another's. A shock goes up my arm and it ends in my toes.
" Wow you're hands are freezing" I cry out catching a couple peoples attention.
" It's poor circulation" he tries to laugh it off. Like I didn't notice the way his eyes darted to his hands and then mine. Like I didn't notice the way his body went rigid before it went back to being calm and relaxed.
" Oh! I'm sorry" I apologize, shaking my head I can feel my ponytail swish from side to side.
" It's fine" he grimaces.
" Well, I'm Marty. It was nice talking to you" I smile at him as to ease his mind from my curious eyes, and now curious fingers.
I watch as he nods his head up and down and then turns around packs up his things and leaves the room immediately. I'm a little disheartened about the way our conversation went. Was I rude? I didn't mean to be, I should try to apologize to him. I was hoping that maybe if I got the chance to talk to him that it would go a lot smoother than that. So smooth in fact that maybe he would want to have more conversation with me. That maybe it wouldn't go like the rest of his conversations go, but it did. I realize now that I unintentionally tried on the glass slipper, even if I hadn't signed up or joined the line up of girls camped out waiting to for the day they built up enough courage to ask him out. Waiting for the day, he says yes to one of the lucky lady's on his bandwagon. I was voted off an island I didn't even know I was fighting to be on. Above the disappointment in the way our conversation went, I was more disappointed in the way I wanted him to want me.