I was barely awake as I walked through the halls of the high school the next morning – too early for my liking. I kept my eyes on the ground, navigating around people's feet. Not because I was that shy. I was a little shy, normally, but I actually went to the middle school for most of the day. No, I was not held back, thank you very much. I was normal, eighth-grade-age, but I went to the high school for first period geometry. And all those tall people scared me. They blocked out the light! You'd be scared, too!

It was also a little weird because I didn't actually have a locker here, so I had to bring my coat and bag –including my other books – into class with me. I was actually really proud of my bag. I'd found it at the mall, at a movie store, and it was the second-to-last one left. Can you believe that?!? Anyways, it had "TEAM EDWARD" in fancy letters on one side and Robert Pattinson's face on the other. Now do you see why I like it so much?

I sat in my usual seat next to Clara, the other eighth-grade-person-in-ninth-grade-math, giving her a smile that didn't match my sleepiness. She smiled back, and went back to reading her book. And I thought again how sad it was that her mom wouldn't let her read Twilight. Poor, deprived girl.

Anyways, I set my TEAM EDWARD bag on the floor and took out my math book. Usually, I start reading the next chapter, so I don't have to take notes while Mr. Yanke taught the lesson. But while I bent over to get my books, I saw something amazing.

I just about died.

No pun intended.

It was Edward Cullen. No kidding. Robert Pattinson hadn't done him justice. Which is saying something, because Robert Pattinson is HOT. But Edward Cullen is EXTREMELY TRIPLE DOUBLE QUADRUPLE HOT. And he had incredibly pale skin. And golden eyes. And big lines under his eyes. Hole. Eee. She. Uht.

I mean, he probably wasn't really Edward Cullen. He just looked like him. A lot. A lot, a lot. But he wasn't Edward Cullen. Because that would be impossible.

Except there was a girl sitting next to him. Who had equally pale skin and dark lines and golden eyes. And dark, wavy hair. Which, I imagine, would have red in it if shown in the sun. And I'd probably never see it in the sun for obvious reasons.

What am I saying? I sound like a crazy person!! Maybe there is such a thing as being too addicted to Twilight. Oh my gosh, did I just think that?!?!?!?!? I just have too big an imagination. That's it. And I shouldn't have stayed up until two rereading Eclipse. Again.

Because she wasn't Bella. That would be 100% completely impossible. COMPLETELY. Right? Right. Right. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Ok, Laney, now, you lean over and get your books out of you bag. Good girl. And now open you book. Nice. Now get you notebook…

I passed through the fifteen minutes before class doing that. I even got started on my assignment. But if you asked me what it was about, I couldn't tell you. I'd probably say it was about Edward Cullen. Because that was really all that I noticed. I kept stealing glances at him. I'm pretty sure I freaked him out.

But, eventually, as the other students started filing in, I got control of it. I was doodling little pictures of vampires on my notebook paper, sure, but at least I stopped looking at the poor guy. Who wasn't Edward Cullen. He probably has sensitive skin. And was born with natural good looks. And stayed up really late. Hey, maybe he reread Eclipse, too!

Yeah, the frick right! I only knew of two guys in my class who had read Twilight. Not even the whole series, just the first book(insanity!)! And they were accused of being gay because of it! (Much props to Joel and Wyatt, by the way.)

I had almost distracted myself from the stupendously Edward-like new student when Mr. Yanke said, "We have two new students in our class today, Edward Cullen and Isabella Hale."

Oh. I get it.


Edward's POV

We'd arrived at school relatively early, to finish any paperwork left over. Surprisingly, there wasn't any, and Bella and I proceeded to our first class - Geometry with Mr. Yanke. I had no idea how to pronounce his name.

When we reached the room, there was only a single student present - a dark-haired girl reading a book called Vampire Kisses, which she was completely absorbed in. But that's perfectly fine. People read vampire fiction all the time. I'm pretty sure.

I was hoping I wouldn't have any of those adopted kids in my class. Well, at least they're not too emo. Like Bret. That kid creeps me out. He warily told us that we could sit anywhere, and we chose two adjacent seats towards the back.

"I'm nervous," said Bella. This was her first move.

"You get used to it in time," I comforted in response.

She smiled, and again I wondered at how she had become mine.

I smiled back.

Too. Frickin'. Early. A thought from someone standing near the door.

The girl walked in wearing a coat and carrying a bag. I barely had enough time to think that was strange before I noticed that her bag read Team Edward.

I forced myself to calm down. It was probably a band - band names were getting crazier and crazier these days - or an actor. Or something else.

As she took her seat next to the dark-haired girl, I noticed that she was the same girl i had noticed yesterday on our grocery excursion. Which, by the way, was a fiasco. A long story for another day. She set her bag down, shrugged off her coat, and leaned over to pick her books up.

And then her mind went blank with shock. And she was looking at me. People usually aren't this excited to have me in their class.

Robert Pattinson hadn't done him justice. What?!? Who is this Robert person?!? Which is saying something, because Robert Pattinson is HOT. But Edward Cullen is EXTREMELY TRIPLE DOUBLE QUADRUPLE HOT

She took in all of my unusual characteristics. The ones that marked me as a vampire.

Hole. Eee. She. Uht.

Holy shit, indeed.

I mean, he probably wasn't really Edward Cullen. He just looked like him. A lot. A lot, a lot. But he wasn't Edward Cullen. Because that would be impossible. That was strange. How was it impossible for me to be me?

And then her next thought made my blood run cold. Yes, I know that that's a horrible metaphor, but it was either that or "all the color drained from my face." Moving on.

This human knew more than was good for her.