Disclaimer : I do not own the twilight saga's rights, characters used in this fanfic are the property of the great Stephenie Meyer.

This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic ever, and I realize it's not very good. Any comments would be appreciated.

"Hey, you okay Mike?" Eric asked me, pulling me out of my daydreaming state

"Sure, I'm just –"

"-bored out of your mind?"

"Yeah, pretty much. We should have thought twice before taking French classes this year, what good is it gonna do us anyway?"

"Well, just take a look around man."

And I did look around, spotting about two dozen girls in the room when only one guy apart from us had registered for the French class. That's why Eric had insisted that we take this class in the first place. I knew most of these girls by sight and had even been friends with a few of them sometimes during my early schooling or in junior high, Forks was a small town where everyone knew each other eventually. The guy at the back of the class room didn't seem to pay much attention to the lesson either, he was reading some leather covered book as I tried to get a look at his face and find out who he was. Suddenly he looked up and a second later, his eyes got fixed on mine. I felt like an idiot for getting caught, but he just smiled smiled, bemused at the situation. I was positive I had never seen him before. I figured he must have been new in town and was expecting people to be curious. We didn't get many newcomers in Forks, so I made a mental note to ask mum about it, she knows all the fresh gossips in town.

"Mike?"

"Sorry ... Girls … right!" I sighed, "This is all a part of you master plan to get us girlfriends ... well, even if it works out, and that's a big if, it's not worth enduring this torture every week."

"You'll thank me later."

"One can dream", I teased. "Who is it you're going after anyway?"

Eric chuckled, taken aback by my sudden straightforwardness. "Angela Weber," he said, keeping his voice as low as he could, "third seat from the left, very first row."

Angela had been in most of my classes the year before; she was a top of the class kind of girl, quite shy but very friendly nonetheless. She was thin and quite tall with brown hair and eyes.

"Okay, so how do you get her to go out with you now?"

"Angela and I are going to be homework buddies. She was quite enthusiastic about the idea when I asked her earlier."

"So, she already agreed to this?" I asked, half incredulous and half impressed by my friend.

"Well, that's where you come in. She already had plans to study with Jessica, so you'll have to join us and keep her busy while I work my charms. I figured Jess would be your type, wouldn't she?"

"Giggling blonds are my type? I think I'm offended now. Well, I'm not doing th-"

"-Monsieur Newton, Monsieur Yorkie … silence, s'il vous plait," Miss Bouvier interrupted, "Vous êtes en classe, pas au zoo."

I didn't quite get what our French teacher was saying but it was clear enough that we were to stop talking right away and so we did. The teacher resumed her class preventing me from telling Eric I had no intension of taking part in his plan. I was quite angry at him for setting me up with Jessica at the time. She was okay though. She looked good enough and was quite popular as far as I could tell. Given the chance, who would I have asked anyway? While Eric would fall deeply in love with a new girl every other month and get quite obsessed about it, I never really had so much as a crush on any girl as far as I recall. At the age of fifteen, it seemed more than time that I start dating, so as untactful as my friend's plan was I figured I should try and make the best of it. As the teacher kept saying things I was unable to understand, I must have dozed off. The next thing I remember was me realizing the class was over and almost everyone had left already. Eric was nowhere to be seen. I figured he had walked out with Angela, leaving me there on account of a girl. So I packed up my bag and motioned myself toward the parking lot. Before I even reached the exit of the classroom someone put his hand on my shoulder as to stop me. I turned around and realized it was the very guy I had so discretely stared at some time before.

"Hi" he said.

"Hey ..."

"I noticed you were sort of watching me earlier an-"

"-Sorry about that," I interrupted, "I didn't mean to offense you or anything."

"So you stare at people on a daily basis?" he said teasingly.

"Of course not ... it's just… I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town or something? I'm Mike Newton by the way."

"Edward Cullen. And yes, we arrived in Forks just yesterday."

"All right then, if you need someone to show you around town or something, I'd be glad to. Not that there are a lot of places to go ..."

"Thank you, I'll ... remember that."

"I've really got to get going now, see you around. It was nice meeting you."

"The pleasure's mine."

And then I was off to home.