BPOV

I usually kept my head down when I walked, books tightly pressed to my chest, my long chestnut hair forming a shield of sorts as a defense agianst...what? I wasn't really sure. All I knew was that it was easier this way. It somehow felt less lonely when I was the one separating myself from the other students and not the other way around.

Lately, however, I had been sneaking glances from behind my own personal curtain in hopes of just getting a glimpse of him. The one man that made my heart flutter and did funny things to my stomach. It was comical, really, in a twisted sort of way. For the longest time, I didn't even know his name, and yet his image was enough to keep me hooked. That's how pathetic I felt.

I had seen him around since Freshman year, whenever I occasionally decided to peek out from my own little world, and here I was, three years later, still dwelling. I couldn't help it. The more I looked, the more I couldn't look away. I was starting to scare myself. It was like a born obsession eating its way through my defenses. He had no clue what he was doing to me. I bet he didn't even know my name.

Over the years I had picked up tidbits of information here and there. His name was Edward Cullen. He played the piano. He was captain of the basketball team. He had never had a girlfriend. He was a private person, but well liked by everyone. He was a straight A student. He was beautiful. (But then again, I didn't need to pick that up in the halls of Forks High. I had eyes.)

Still, I found myself wanting to know the little things. What was his favorite song? What is his favorite color? Favorite beverage? Does he have any siblings? Little things like that. But, at the end of the day, I knew it would never happen. I would never muster up the courage to strike up a conversation with him. That thought in itself was laughable. No, I would admire from afar and be glad for the four years in a row I got to look at him every day.

I carried the stack of books I got from the library towards my locker and didn't bother looking up this time. I had downed myself with thoughts of him enough for today. As luck would have it, a nameless being bumped my shoulder and sent the books flying. As I sighed and dejectedly started to gather them in my arms once more, I noted the lack of offered help from those around me. I was invisible, as were my books, but I didn't expect any less.

And that is why I was stunned to see a book, gently thrust infront of my scurrying hands. I was so surprised that I gasped. The book was connected to a strong, slender, semi pale hand. That hand was connected to a muscular forearm. My eyes trailed up the arm to the shoulder, up the neck, and finally to the face of my assistant.

I gasped again. It was none other than the same guy I had been sulking, desperately over.

"Thank you." I managed softly, as best I could, while I took the book out of his grasp and set it on top of the rest. My cheeks flooded with color, courtesy of the cursed blush I had been genetically set with. I bit my bottom lip out of nervous habit and balanced the rest of my belongings safely in my arms.

"No problem." He replied. His voice was indescribable and completely wonderful. I wanted to hear more of it. Completely aware that I was staring, I quickly turned my gaze away from his stunningly green eyes and righted myself, as did he.

"I'll see you around, Bella." He smiled kindly and I nodded and offered one of my own.

"See you around, Edward." I repeated to him. I had no idea where the new found confidence had come from, but I liked it.

Once we had separated, I spent the rest of the day and the better part of that night, too, reeling at the fact that he somehow knew my name.

Was I crazy? Addicted? Obsessed? Was it a crush? A connection? Did he feel anything at all?

Was it love?

A/N: I know it's short. I am really, really megga tired right now. I didn't go back over it to check for spelling or grammar and I'm sorry but I hope it was okay in any case. Review? Should I continue and make a story out of it? Keep it a oneshot? Make an EPOV? Tell me what you think!