I stumbled into yet another unfamiliar classroom, clutching my "new" textbooks. I expected just another biology room. I anticipated the familiar black, smudged tables that supported the scattered papers, books, and pens. I predicted the uncomfortable chairs and the standard microscopes. Those things were there, they must've been. I felt the curious eyes of my new schoolmates boring into my face. The teacher, aware of my apparent apprehension, extended his hand as to a frightened puppy.

But I saw none of that. I only saw him.

My heart stopped, only to regenerate with rapid, staccato beats. His immeasurable beauty radiated, distorting everything in the room with the exception of his exquisite features.

He was simply perfect. I forgot everything; my name, my home, simple math, how to walk, even breathing was beyond my capability for an instant.

Still in a stupor, I handed my new teacher the slip that the administrator had given to me for all of my teachers to sign. I heard the teacher introduce me, saying my name and where I had moved from. I blushed, feeling more embarrassed than I had yet. Moments later, but what seemed like perpetuity, I saw my new teacher gesturing toward the only empty seat.

I should not be allowed in the same room with him, his stunning beauty should only be seen by some one of identical splendor, but no one could possibly meet this criteria. He caused everything else to dull in contrast, causing me to feel repulsive. Why was the only empty seat next to his at the table? Why must I be the one to sit beside this glorious figure?

I knew by then that I would fail this class if I couldn't pull it together. What was it? Biology.

Focus, Bella, focus.

My face flushed as I staggered toward the middle of the room, tripping over every possible thing. Still dazed, I tried to look away, to no avail. His frequent fleeting looks made me self-conscious which only made walking more difficult. I tried to regain my thoughts as class began, but my efforts were in vain.

Edward.

As I took my seat, I draped my hair between us, trying to obstruct his gaze. He gave the impression he was in throbbing pain, his jaw tightened as he clenched his fists. His dark eyes stared unrelentingly at me. I thought that he might dart away at any instant. I almost wished he would. I desired to see him standing, the other half of his magnificent body, but I swiftly dismissed the thought. I wondered to myself why I had the abrupt urge to relieve him, to say something. What was it that was troubling him? Was it me? I was disorientated. What had I done?

The tutor had begun droning on. I took out my folder and tried taking notes, never fully focused.

"Hello," Edward said curtly.

I simply nodded, still unable to speak.

Abruptly, Edward looked away; he must have suddenly realized that he was still staring at me.

For the next hour I dared not look at Edward, trying to direct my attention to the lesson. I still felt his gaze and did not permit myself even a glance through my curtain of hair.

The clock seemed to be deliberately moving as slow as ever. As if it was taunting me with each tick-tock. I did not take notice of a single word said by the teacher. My single wish was to no longer feel the dark unfathomable eyes flickering towards me.

The bell rang after several eternities. Edward startled me as he nimbly rushed out of the room both swiftly and gracefully.

What is the matter with him? I must find out.