Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters or anything like that. In fact, I don't even think I own the books; I borrowed them from my friends and the library.

CHAPTER 1- FIRST IMPRESSIONS

EDWARD POV

Sigh. You know that one crystal-clear moment in your life when you feel like everything in the world becomes right and whole? Well, that moment for me was when I first laid eyes on Isabella Swan.

She was the new girl on campus, rumored to be smart and attending on a full scholarship. If that didn't intimidate most of the boys around her, including me, the fact that she was the town's chief of police's daughter did. Because of that, she was left alone most of the time, but she never seemed outwardly bothered by it.

That left me, Edward Cullen, pining away after her from afar. I liked to think that my near-stalker like tendencies towards her were justified by the fact that I only admired Bella, and did not wish her any harm, but I think you and I both know that it didn't really matter in the long run.

I spent days and nights daydreaming about her and wondering about her. She was the first thing I thought of when I woke in the morning and the last thing I thought of before I went to bed at night. Every day I would conjure up scenarios of our first meeting in my head, ranging from us falling in love at first sight, to us slowly becoming friends and then something more.

None of that compared to how our real first meeting went though.

It was the start of a new semester, and one of my new classes was Advanced Biology. Of course, if I had known that Bella Swan would be in that same class, I would have prepped myself up a bit, made myself look good.

But I didn't.

I went to school late that day dressed like a bum, with a gigantic migraine from drinking the night before and a grouchy disposition. I walked in and there she was, waiting patiently on a stool that was conveniently next to the only seat left in class. Even in sweatpants and a comfortable hoodie, Bella was definitely a sight to behold.

I walked up to her in a daze, nearly knocking down all the other tables in the room as I was only focused on reaching the goddess before me.

"Is anybody sitting here?" I pointed dumbly down at the seat. Bella just stared up at me, nearly drowning me with her deep, gorgeous brown eyes. She probably thought I was crazy. One, of course nobody would be sitting next to her, I was the only student left who had yet to take a seat in our class. Two, I probably looked like a hobo to her, all unshaven face and gruff voice.

Not exactly the type of first impression I wanted to give to her.

"No, the seat is free," she replied. God, even her voice sounded like melted chocolate, perfect just like the rest of her. How could one girl possibly be so alluring and attractive?

"Th-thanks," I stuttered. Smooth move, Cullen, smooth. The rest of the class passed by without incident, and I was equally excited to get back home so I could blog about this and disappointed that I would be leaving Bella now.

Just when she was finished packing up her stuff and was getting ready to leave, I saw a golden opportunity. Somewhere in my muddled mind, I actually thought it would be a good idea to talk to her before she walked out the door, and simultaneously, out of my life.

I thrust my hand out to offer my hand to shake, but in doing so, I accidentally knocked down all of our biology equipment, and they crashed into Bella, who was on the floor picking up her pencil.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" she screamed. This was not good.

I had planned on crouching down on the floor next to her, apologizing, helping her pick up her stuff, and maybe even delivering a smooth line to her, but of course, Edward Cullen just couldn't do a single thing right that day.

I was bending down right when Bella was starting to stand up, and somehow her face just ended up right where…the sun don't shine, if you know what I mean. It didn't help that I constantly sported permanent wood just thinking about her. She probably thought I was raping her or something in the middle of the biology room.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" she screamed again. This was quickly turning out to be a disaster.

"I-I-I didn't…Y-you had…S-so-sorry…" I stumbled my way through an apology. She was probably thinking of ways to kill me now and make it look like a suicide in her mind. Her face was so red, it looked like it did in cartoons where steam was coming out of the person's ears, so I offered her my water bottle to cool down.

When she didn't take it from me−I don't know why I thought she would, considering what just happened− I extended my arm just a bit forward so she could take it as an invitation to go ahead and take the bottle, but I even managed to screw that simple task up.

I ended up tipping the bottle forward too much, and the water dripped down onto Bella's shirt, which I knew from my stalker episodes was her favorite blue vintage band tee. I also managed to graze the side of her boob with my hand. That was two sexual slip-ups in a mere ten minutes.

If I thought her face was red before, it was positively flaming right about now.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU ASSHOLE!" she cursed.

I didn't think twice about it. I ran away from the embarrassment, I ran away from her. I left her there, dripping wet and livid. I wouldn't see her again until a faithful night four years later…

AN: Hey guys, this is the first chapter to my first story in my first ever fanfic account. Lol, so many firsts. So anyway, I kinda intended for this chapter to be a little filler chapter as a background for the next chapters, because we'll be skipping right ahead to a few years to the "faithful night." I don't know whether I will be doing any other POVs, I probably will, but any reviews or PMs or whatever would be great. Let me know if you liked this and if I should continue or give me some constructive criticism! All appreciated

Till next time, bye :)