Chapter I

First Sight

Edward's POV

She never knew that I was watching her, she was oblivious of it. She was freshmen in my high school. But I didn't approach her, hell, I had never spoken to her face to face. It wasn't about my courage, it was about our situation. Our school, Royal Rieston High School was complicated. There was a fine line between seniors (the 12th graders), juniors (the 11th grader) and freshmen (the 10th grader). The freshmen should obey the upper class. The school was even divided by sections, for each grade. Cross the line and you're dead.

That time, I was on my senior year, when I first enrolled this school, it was very frustrating; the senior gave us the 'warning', the unwritten rules, and our status here. It was mentally gave us pressure, or physically when they had targeting one of the juniors. Welcome to the jungle.

Back to my-now-obsession, Isabella Marie Swan, or Bella, she liked to be called. She was very beautiful, brown eyed and brown haired girl. When I first met her, on student orientation, she had taken my breath away. As the student council president, it was my duty to guide the freshmen, getting them to know our school situation, in other word telling them their status. It couldn't be ignored, not all the seniors were nice. We had to tell them, even as the student council, in order to protect them.

Being the president of SC, had the pros and cons. I had a lot of friend, but enemy as well. I was afraid that if I actually get to know Bella better, she'd become the target of bully. And I meant it, the students here could be very cruel and mean. The girls included, they were even meaner than the boys. I couldn't let that happen.

So I settled to just watch her, on the spare time I had. I didn't go to cafeteria anymore, Instead I spent most of them leaning to the railing in front of my class and stare down at her.

The school didn't follow the moving class system; the students were organized to some classes and only need to sit down on the class they belong throughout the year. The school had two buildings the East and West building; both of them were three stories. The East was for class and the West for lab, library, gym, etc, you get the idea.

The East building was in the shape of square, with a garden in the middle of them. My class was on the second floor, while hers was on the first floor, directly a floor across my class. So I had perfectly good view of her class. And she sat near the window, I thank God that the curtain was always opened, and with my hellishly good eyes, I could see her clearly.

She was beautiful and smart. She got into the newest improvement program, Advanced Class, for tenth grader. In other word, instead of three years of High School, she got to learn in two years. I'm really happy for it, I didn't want her to be in this school for too long, it wasn't safe for her.

She wasn't like any other girl. I admire everything about her, the way she walked, the way she talked or laughed; I never actually hear it. But I knew she had musical voice, so I bet it was very nice to hear. The way she ate her lunch, the way she looked with those glasses when she studied. Everything about her was fascinating.

She was completely oblivious with my staring; I doubted she even knew me. With my status as student council president, my outstanding grade, my unusual bronze haired and all, you'd thought that she'd easily recognized me and somehow, found me interesting for the very least.

She didn't.

There I was, in the middle of the day on our lunch break, staring at the gorgeous sight of her. She was eating her lunch as usual in her class, and chatting with her friends who were also eating their lunch, making a small circle on her table.

I noticed that she was quite close with them, the girl with spiky black hair, a stunning blond girl and another girl with a shy smile. I knew their name, Alice Brandon, Rosalie Hale and Angela Weber. How did I know? I checked them. I was making sure that Bella had decent friends around her. And yes, I was well aware of the fact that my behavior was slightly stalkerish.

Bella and her friends were near perfect, they had the looks, the brain and the style. And it was dangerous in this school. The freshmen couldn't outshine the senior. The popular 'It' girls here were mean, I knew them, and their leader was Tanya Denali, a famous model with not so good behavior.

It was a common knowledge that she got bullied on her freshmen year and now she was the bully. And it was a common knowledge too that she had something for me. Numerous of times she tried to seduced me, but I politely refused her. This was another reason why I should stay away from Bella: Tanya.

I found myself smiling at Bella's figure, she was laughing on something with her friends. I wish I could be the one who make her laugh. She turned her head to her left and for that nanosecond, our eyes met. As of course, as usual, she turned back again like nothing happen. I sighed and leaned down to the railing, ignoring the heat.

Would she ever notice me?

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A/N

So, here's my second fanfic!

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