Ch. 2 Our Little Reunion

I was lying in bed, sleeping dreamlessly. I woke with the eerie feeling that someone was watching me. I slowly opened my eyes and turn over to face my rocking chair.

"Edward!" The angel sat there, completely unmoved.

"Hello Bella." He stood up with the grace of a dancer and crossed the room to my bed. I sat up, still unsure of what was going on. He sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me into his arms. At first it felt like heaven, but then it just felt like….like nothing.

"Oh, Bella." He lifted my chin up so I could look straight into his eyes. The angel leaned in and pulled my face closer until our lips brushed lightly together. Suddenly, the kiss became less controlled. Both of our mouths were open and our eyes closed. I felt the edge of his tongue run along the side of mine. When I finally came up for air, I jumped backward in surprise. The eyes weren't golden anymore. They were beautiful hazel. The hair was no longer bronze, but sandy blonde. And the face was soft and warm, no longer made from cold perfect marble.

"Hi Bella." His smile made my heart flutter and I jumped back.

"Garrett!"

I woke from the dream panting heavily, my eyes popping open and my heart dancing in my chest. I snuggled back into my pillow and bit my lip. But then I just smiled. Garrett. I could still feel his lips on mine and his warmth surrounding me. I wasn't thinking about anyone but the handsome human I had met the night before. Glancing at my alarm clock, I jumped out of bed with lightning speed. It was already seven a.m. School started in 20 minutes and I was still in bed. I took the fastest shower of my life and brushed my teeth. Then, I darted out the door to my truck. On the way to school, I suddenly thought about seeing Garrett again. It was impossible. I didn't know his last name, which high school he went to, or if he even liked me at all. How depressing. All I knew was that he was new to whatever high school he went to and he and Hannah lived half an hour from Port Angeles. Well, that could be Forks, but the chances of me having that kind of good luck were slim to none. I sadly pulled into the school's parking lot and headed to my first class.

"Hey Bella. How was your weekend?" Angela smiled and sat down next to me.

"Oh it was fine." I just stared ahead, eager for class to start so I wouldn't have to think about him or…the other him. Angela sighed and looked around. It looked like she was trying to find something interesting to say that would spark my interest.

"Oh!" She smiled and nearly fell out her seat. "Did you hear about the new kids?" I thought my heart would leap out of my chest .

"New kids?" I asked trying to sound as casual as possible. Angela seamed oblivious to my ecstatic interest.

"Yeah…I don't know anything about them, but isn't it crazy? We go without new kids for years and years and then suddenly there were the Cullens and then you and now two more! It's so weird!" She laughed, but my own thoughts drowned her out. I hadn't winced at the sound of the Cullens, but my heart had expanded and filled my whole chest as she said that there were two new students. Could it be Hannah and Garrett?

The teacher finally came in and I was in Calculus land for the next hour, but as soon as the bell rang I ran to my locker and straight to my next class, Senior English. I sat in my usual spot, and waited yet again, for the teacher. Finally, Mrs. Westin came in.

"Everybody listen up. We have a new kid in our class today, from Portland Oregon. Come on in, Mr. Powell." My heart squeezed and I sat on the edge of my seat. And then…he came in.

"Garrett!" I said out loud. He jerked his head in my direction and his jaw dropped to the floor. Then, he smiled and I felt like we were the only two people in the whole world. Well, at least he remembers me. I smiled back and he mouthed, "Hi." I mouthed "Hi." back and gave him a little finger wave.

Suddenly, Mrs. Westin coughed and interrupted our little reunion.

"Okay, Miss Swan, since you seem to be acquainted with Mr. Powell, you can help him find his classes and the cafeteria and such and…the only empty seat is the one next to Bella, so go ahead and sit there, Garrett." He walked to the back of the classroom and sat down next to me and I could smell the slightest hint of cologne. Throughout the class, we stayed silent, but every time we brushed shoulders or our knees bumped, I could feel the chemistry like an electric current, surging between us. When the bell rang, I stood up and gathered my things. I felt like I needed to move first, so I broke the silence.

"Wow. This is very odd." Smooth, Bella. I can't believe this." He smiled his drop-dead gorgeous smile again. And my stomach flipped.

"Yeah, its weird, but good weird."

"Definitely good weird." I agreed and we started down the hall. "So what's your next class?"

"AP World History with Mr. Baleson." I grinned at his answer.

"Me too." We left the English building and went into the history building. He followed me down the hall and into Mr. Baleson's classroom. "There's an empty desk next to me in this class too, if you want to sit there." He nodded and followed me to my desk.

"So why does no one sit next to you in any of your classes? Do you have some weird sort of social disease I should know about?" I started to laugh. Garrett seamed to make do that a lot. It felt good to laugh and e happy again.

"Nope, no diseases. Its just that…" I cringed. "Ed-The guy who sat next to me in most of my classes moved a couple moths ago."

"Oh." The teacher walked in and started talking about the French revolution, but Garrett passed me a note and I didn't pay attention to Mr. Baleson again for the rest of the class.

So, Bella…

So, Garrett…

Do you have a boyfriend?

Nope.

Oh. So…do you like someone?

Maybe.

Do I know him?

Maybe.

Is it…

Yeah

Oh…cool

Yeah

So…do you want to go out tonight?

Yes

Good

That night Garrett and I went to the same Italian restaurant Edward took me to on our first date. At first I was a little bit hesitant, but Garrett was so funny and out going, I opened up and he made me laugh all night.