"So, Bella, do you want to go to the movies this weekend?" Mike asked me. I wasn't paying attention. I had my eyes fixed on someone else. Someone…beautiful, someone seated across the room from me.
"Bella?" He asked again, frustration in his voice, likely due to my ignorance of him all day.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Mike." I said, although I didn't really mean to apology.
"I said do you want to go to the movies this weekend?" He repeated.
Mike was my boyfriend of one year now. We celebrated our anniversary two weeks ago. When I first came to Forks, Mike had been the friendliest person I knew. He was always nice to me, carrying my books for me, inviting me to hang out with his group of friends. He made me feel like I wasn't new, like I had lived here all my life. About a year after my arrival to Forks, Mike and I went on our first date to a restaurant in Port Angeles. From then on, we just seemed to click. I mean, he always understood if I had a problem, and I always seemed to understand him, too.
"Oh, um…" I struggled to find the answer, but I couldn't focus. I was too busy concentrating on something else. I never had a problem with going out with Mike. I always had a blast whenever I was with him. But, for some reason, I didn't want to go to the movies with him. He scowled at me, frustrated at the lack of conversation I was making.
"Ok, sure." I agreed and smiled at him. Then my eyes flickered back across the room.
We had gotten a new kid at Forks High school today. Actually, a family of new kids I should say. They weren't all related, though. Mr. Cullen, the new doctor at Forks Hospital, had adopted them all. I found it odd how they acted around each other. It seemed as if all of them-except one-were "together". They held hands and the boys watched the girls so carefully, as if protecting them, as if a huge bear would stagger into the cafeteria at any moment. They were all, strangely, very beautiful. One in particular. But, they all had the same pale faces, with light dark circles under their eyes, like they hadn't slept in a week or so. In a way, I was jealous of them. They were known as Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice and Edward Cullen. Old fashioned names, I thought.
None of them were in any of my classes-except for the one, the most beautiful one, Edward. He was in my Calculus class. Although I did not know him well, he gave me an odd feeling, almost happy. And his beauty! It was irresistible. Every time I looked away, it was as if it drawed me back to his face. Suddenly the bell rang.
"Time to go, Bells," Mike took my bag that was draped over my chair and swung it over his shoulder. I took his hand and we walked silently to English.