I should begin by telling you about myself. About whom I think I really am and what I am essentially about. I should retell my whole childhood and how my parents treated me. I'm even supposed to inform you about every detail of my entire life up until this point, from birth to present. All that pathetic psychology and crap… but, in all honesty, my life didn't start until the day I met him.

School had always been monotonous for me. My parents and teachers always referred to me as a gifted child, which only made me feel like I was mentally impaired. Don't misunderstand me; I was gifted as in my father's "Princess Prodigy", the little girl who could do calculus by the end of junior high. I was top in every class, and there was even talk about moving me up a couple grades, but my mother felt I needed the same nurturing as other kids my age.

It's ironic, though, how my erratic, hair-brained mother, Renee, felt I needed help maturing. Ever since her divorce with my father when I was seven, I had been taking care of her. I always scolded her for returning home late after a date, or for not even coming home at all. I played the parent. Constantly cleaning, cooking, and for all intents and purposes, being her mom. That is until she finally remarried. His names Phil and I can tell that she's crazy about him. Even if he's ten years younger, their maturity levels are neck and neck.

Charlie, my father, on the other hand is as lonely as ever, but unlike my mom, he's seemed to finally find some peace with it. He's chief of police in some small town in Washington. Charlie constantly tries to act as though work keeps him busy at all times, but in the sleepy town of Forks, the biggest crimes committed are traffic violations. I know him better than he thinks. Instead of working, every Saturday he travels to the Quileute Reservation nearby to fish with his best bud, Billy Black.

Both of my parents had lives without me. Renee was ready to go on the road with Phil, who was a minor-league baseball player, and Charlie doesn't know a thing about being a parent. So when I was presented with a full scholarship to East Brickford Academy, my parents didn't hesitate to ship me off. I don't resent them for it. I won't understand the positions their in until I have children of my own. So, in a nutshell, that is why I am here today staring at the massive antique doors in front of me that open up to my new home for the rest of this miserable year.

I raised my hand to the abnormal iron doorknob and attempted to enter. The door didn't budge. Obviously thinking it was a lack of physical strengthon my part, I set my suitcase full of clothes down next to me and attempted to open the door. Nothing happened…again. I huffed to myself while closely observing the door in front of me, looking for some kind of hint as to why the door wouldn't open, "Jesus Christ! Can't a girl catch a break?!" I growled. I was quickly becoming irritated.

"Only if you promise to tell me your name," a cocky male voice chuckled behind me. I spun on my heels only to come face to face with the stranger.

"AH!" I screamed as I stumbled back and fell over my suitcase, not expecting such close proximity to whoever it was.

"Ever heard of a space bubble?" I sneered, taking the hand held in front of me while attempting to stand up and rub my sore bottom at the same time.

"I have, yes. But I never really saw the use in them. I rather like being close to pretty girls like you," the boy retorted. I could hear the smile in his voice.

I felt my mouth drop and my cheeks redden from his comment. I snapped my head up to look at the boy talking to me, which only caused my eyes to widen more than I thought possible. He was beautiful, and not in the womanly way. His soft bronze hair, piercing green eyes and flawlessly white skin overwhelmed my senses and made my knees give out.

"Whoa there!" the striking boy before me chuckled, while swiftly wrapping an arm around my waist and stopping my fall, "Are you okay?"

"Uh… yeah… I'm…" I stuttered, trying to gather an intelligible sentence, "I was a little overwhelmed… from my fall that is… not from you. Not saying that you aren't overwhelming, because you are… I mean… Oh god, I'm making a fool out of myself." I closed my eyes tightly wishing that I could just go hide in a corner. I've never experienced this kind of attention before.

"Don't worry about it. I understand what you're saying, I think…" the boy tried to reassure me, "Besides, it's my fault you fell. You're right I shouldn't have been so close." He then helped steady me on my feet and let his arms fall from my waist. I think I let out a small whimper at our loss of contact, how embarrassing…

I finally opened my eyes to see him still in front of me, as beautiful as I thought I had imagined. My eyes wandered down his body taking in his full appearance. He was dressed incredibly well, with dark denim jeans, converse, and a v-neck t-shirt covered by a sleek leather jacket. As soon as I comprehended my wandering eyes, I looked up to his face to see that he was staring intently at me, as if trying to decipher something, but quickly changed his expression when he noticed my puzzled look.

"I'm Edward," he finally said while lifting up his hand for me to shake, "And you are?"

"Bella." I replied while taking his hand, noticing how perfectly they seemed to fit together. He flashed me a bright smile before continuing.

"Well Bella, I'm assuming this is your first day here at EBA, correct?" Edward asked, raising his eyebrows at me. I nodded warily in return.

"Hm… Well, I guess I should inform you that all of the doors on the older buildings need to be pushed, not pulled."

Edward smirked at me while opening the door, gesturing for me to move forward. I made my way past him, noticing how he made it nearly impossible for me to walk by without brushing up against me. Once I was fully inside of hallway leading to the dorm's main living room, Edward followed me inside and shut the door behind him.

I quickly shot him a questioning glance, wondering why he was inside of the girl's dormitory. Didn't they have some sort of rule of conduct here?

As if he read my mind he quickly put my suspicions to rest, "This is a co-ed dorm. Well… it's supposed to be one. There are a couple other dorms on campus, all gender specified except for this one."

"Oh. Well, who else is lives in this dorm?" I asked, curious as to what other girls I had to live with.

"The thing is… Well… I really like my privacy, so I've had this whole dorm to myself for the past years here…" he stumbled, "But since there's an over crowding of the other dorms I had to let other people stay in here…"

Oh god… where is he going with this?!

"So… It's you and me… in here… so far… and the other kid who was supposed to live in here… he well… decided to stay at his old school… so it's... uh… just us…" he finally finished. He ran his right hand through his untamed hair, making it appear even wilder.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Well… yeah…" he looked at me sheepishly.

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. This cocky boy was nervous about us sharing a dorm together? I mean, I could understand his dilemma if we had to share a room or something, but sharing a dorm wasn't bad at all.

"This will be interesting." I concluded, "So, where is my room?"

Edward seemed to have been knocked out of his modesty as he quickly regained his goofy smile.

"It's over here" he said while gesturing for me to follow him.

We walked down the rest of the hallway and entered a large living room. Everything resembled what people normally call a bachelor pad. The flat screen TV, leather couches, and mini fridge in the corner screamed boy, but I didn't mind at all. I have never been the kind of person to care about material objects. There were four doors inside the living room. Two, where Edward was leading me to, which I presumed was my new bedroom, and two others on the opposite wall.

"So this is your room. Mine is over there," Edward said pointing to the room directly opposite of mine, "and the room next to it I use as storage, really, and the door next to here leads to the bathroom."

"Sounds nice." I replied. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that.

"I'm going to let you unpack and stuff," Edward said, quickly glancing at his wrist watch, "it's getting pretty late. I'm going to get into the shower then head off to bed. So g'night."

"Okay. Goodnight Edward. See you in the morning." I said. I gave him a warm, genuine smile before he closed the door and left.

I looked over at my room examining it much more closely. There was a small closet with a few hangers left on the rail, and an average sized window. The queen size bed was already made up, with clean sheets and a huge comforter.

I walked over to the bed, set my suitcase on top of it and began unpacking. After about a half hour I was done, leaving me with plenty of time for me to brush my teeth and then get a long night's rest. If only that was possible… I kept thinking of Edward. How his hand felt perfect and natural in mine… How he smiled that goofy, crooked grin… How he was naked in the shower just minutes ago…

I had brushed my teeth and washed my face, all the while consumed by my beautiful roommate. When I put the toothpaste on my toothbrush I wondered what his mouth would taste like, whether it was cool and minty, or fiery and hot. When I went to lie down in my soft new bed I was curious as to what it would be like to fall asleep in his arms. I was getting ahead of myself. I barely even knew Edward, but I was already obsessing about him. I'm pathetic.

I couldn't think of him like that. He wasn't just any boy, he was my roommate. I couldn't compromise my living situations because my hormones decided to kick in. He wasn't worth it… Right?

I snuggled deeper into my sheets, demanding sleep to overtake me. But it didn't, and I was stuck with a restless mind that kept revolving around him. Crap… This was going to be a long year…