BPOV

Today is the day. After weeks of staring, fainting, and good old fashioned gawking. I'm finally ready to take the next step. Let's just hope I won't be disappointed.

As I pulled into the schools parking lot, I tried my best not to search out his shiny silver Volvo. I begged my eyes not to look up as I stepped out of my truck to meet his disinterested face.

I knew that if we were to repeat our normal morning routine I would never have the nerve to do what I needed to do today. So I stayed strong, I kept my eyes on my feet, and thought only about the first step of my plan as I made my way to homeroom.

My homeroom teacher also happened to my English teacher. In whose class I had the highest grade. This allotted me certain privileges in her class, like using her backroom to study since she was always late, and the other students in her morning class are a bunch of idiots.

I snuck into her backroom before most of the other students had arrived and got to work. First I pulled out the little piece of paper that started it all.

Bella,

Please do not be frightened or off put my contacting you in this manner. I am readily aware of how very rude my behavior towards you has been. I wanted to offer my sincerest of apologize as well as informally introduce myself. My name is Edward Cullen. It is unfortunate that we cannot formally meet. But it would be an auspicious endeavor for the both of us, if you would agree to my conditions.

First, please do not ever approach me. You would not be pleased with the end results.

Second, I would like to continue to write you. I want to be able to ask you questions, that you must agree to answer. In return I will answer one question you may have for me. I will let you know when you've earned these questions.

Third, if you agree, I will place each of your letters in your backpack between homeroom and first period. Please never doubt that I am capable of doing so, and never ask me how I am doing this.

Forth, you may leave your return letters for me in the small pocket in the front of your backpack. I will retrieve it when necessary.

If you agree to my terms, please write 'I do.' On a small piece of paper and leave it in your car on the seat before school tomorrow.

I look forward to getting to know you Bella. You have bewitched me…

Sincerely,

Edward Cullen

Every time I re read those words my body reacts in the strangest ways. I used to blame the goose bumps on the inevitably cold forks weather. But I've come to terms with my obsession.

After I gained the courage needed from reading his first ever letter to me, I moved forward with my plan to make the first move today.

We have been exchanging letters for over a week now, and he's asked me nothing but these simple questions. How do you like forks? Why did you move here? Do you miss your mother? Are you happy with your father? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite novel? Who is your favorite author?

Boring questions…and worse boring answers. I hadn't figured out why he wanted to know all these things, until yesterday's question.

Are you sleeping alright?

This question seemingly innocent proved the one thing that was keeping me from approaching him. He is drawn to me as strongly as I am to him.

Since the very first night I received his letter, I haven't had a single restful night's sleep. I would be kept awake by images, brief flashes of awareness. His eyes watching me from behind a locker, his hands disappearing around a corner. Haunting me, preventing my brain from shutting off.

The night before he asked me about my sleeping habits, I had finally fallen asleep after releasing some pressure by sketching his immaculate features. Only to be awoken by what I was certain to be a freezing cold hand cupping my face, but when I opened my eyes there was no one there. However, I noticed a breeze and realized my bedroom window was open. This was impossible because due to Forks' reliably disgusting weather, I had yet to open it even once.

Now that I've thoroughly convinced myself that my logic is sound. I made my way down the halls with my first question in hand.

Can I touch you?

These words may seem a bit provocative coming from a seventeen year old girl, but my intentions are purely scientific.

As I turned the corner by his homeroom the first bell rang. As I was expecting, Edward was the first to exit his class. As our eyes met in the empty hall, it was clear that he had not been expecting to see me. In partial accordance to his rule, I walked towards him, stopping approximately three feet away. I figured this wasn't approaching him. Technically. I held out my hand with my note enclosed. His eyes had yet to leave mine.

I was starting to think that I had upset him and he was going to walk without taking it, and perhaps never leave one for me again. I am breaking his rules after all.

After a few more seconds that felt like ages, other students started to exit his class room, and to seem inconspicuous, I'm assuming of course. He approached me, taking the last few steps until he was standing directly in front of me.

He finally broke eye contact to look down at my hand.

"So what do we have here?" He sounded sarcastic. But I could have sworn I saw a brief flash of fear behind his eyes.

It took me a moment longer to respond than I would have liked. His eye's seemed to dazzle me into incoherency.

"It's my turn." I finally managed to squeak out. At least I was able to keep eye contact.

He took another half a step towards me, I was confused. But then he raised his hand to my face, and lightly brushed the back of his hand across my cheek. Starting at the highest point under my eye, and slowly brushing inward towards my lips. He removed his hand just as his finger came into contact with the corner of my mouth. I inhaled sharply in shock at the loss of his touch.

And then he was gone…

I stared off down the hall trying to pick out his unruly bronze colored hair over the heads of our fellow classmates. I was unsuccessful.

The rest of the day dragged on incredibly slow. I was unable to focus in any of my classes, wondering when if at all I would be receiving a note from him today. Terrified that I ruined our little game, and that touch had been his way of saying good bye.

When the last bell rang, I couldn't decide if I wanted to rejoice or sob. I walked slowly and dejectedly to my truck. Not sure how I was to survive an entire weekend without knowing. Knowing, did I really know anything about Edward at this point.

I started to think about all the things I knew about Edward. I quickly realized that this boy, was more like a dream than a reality. I had no idea what any of the things I did know meant, but I knew what my next question was going to be. If I ever got another chance to ask one.

I hopped in my truck, and was about to start it up when I realized a white piece of paper resting on my passenger seat. I quickly unfolded it and prayed to the heavens that I would see his familiar script inside.

Can I touch you?

I nearly fainted when I read his words. Hadn't he been the one to touch me in the hall? I was more confused than ever now. I quickly scribbled down my response and placed the note in the small pocket in the front of my backpack.

There was nothing else to do now, but go home, and wait.


EPOV

I can't believe that she approached me. After everything I've done to prevent it. What could have changed?

Oh no...

She must know. She must have felt me touch her cheek. I knew I had awakened her, but I never thought she would have figured it out.

Now what do I do? Where do we go from here? I shouldn't have touched her in the hallway, but I had quickly read her note for me and couldn't contain myself. If there hadn't been so many children around I probably would have ravished her. Luckily I was able to brush her cheek and walk away.

I have to talk to her again. What if I've frightened her away. I was so afraid when she started to approach me in the hall that she wanted it to end. That she was done playing my game, being whatever we were.

Now I almost wish she had. What can I even begin to say to this beautiful creature? She wouldn't understand. I don't even understand. After years of being on my own, decades of knowing why. Being able to hear the thoughts of any creature vampire and human alike. Id once found solace in my inability to relate to there thoughts. Until Bella. Until her silence, I never thought I'd ever feel anything new ever again. I never thought I'd find anyone who could make me feel.

I need to see her again. I need to touch her again. To here her voice. I spend all day listening to her moments of vocalization through the immature thoughts of our fellow student body. It's never enough. The only time I feel even remotely content anymore is at night in her room. Listening to her talk. Talk about me. About us, about her hopes, desires.

She's literally sent me running from her explicit requests. I'm not strong enough to avoid her any longer.

Tonight is the night, Tonight I will formally introduce myself to Bella Swan.