DISCLAIMER:Shockingly enough, and much to my disappointment, i am not Stephanie Meyers and do not own any of her characters.

BPOV

I checked my watch as I laughed with Alice at the luckless boy storming off towards the reception-and I thought I was clumsy!

'We'd better get going Alice, I think that showing up late on one of the few days I

actually turn up to school might just push Mr Johns over the edge'

She gave a tinkly laugh, and turned the engine off. 'You're right, he really seems to have it in for y-cripes, lets move, he's coming out here, I'll catch you later, kay?'

I hopped out of the car and waved at her as she vanished round the corner. As I walked, I checked my timetable. Bio. Fan'tiddly-tastic.

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EPOV

I could NOT believe it. Why, WHY? What had I DONE? Couldn't the universe give me at least TWO classes to recover for the embarrassment of the wing mirror incident? No, clearly the universe has a sense of humour.

I glanced round the stuffy science lab, taking in the distinct lack of seats. Great. The dark haired beauty was left with no choice but to sit next to me. It seemed that she too, was not ecstatic about the seating arrangements.

I fidgeted uncomfortably as she slammed her books down on the desk, glared at me, and yanked her seat as far away from me as humanly possible, making a scraping noise loud enough for the whole class to hear. 23 pairs of eyes stared in our direction, clearly taking in the hostility at our desk. I cringed away from them, burying my head into the bio textbook. Well, bio this year looks to be just dandy.

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BPOV

Great! The only seat left in the class, and it was next to Mr. Wing-Mirror-No-More. I flounced into the classroom, and collapsed into the chair, and in doing so, my super-sensitive nostrils caught a strange scent. I took another whiff-there it was again! A kind of mixture between…roses, chocolates, and….FUDGE! (an odd mix I know, but my smelling senses are much more refined than a normal persons)

I looked at the boy next to me in a new light, the delicious scent of the blood pumping through his veins and arteries made me take in more of his appearance. Things such as the way his tousled bronze hair fell over his face, dusted with light freckles, and the long eyelashes that hid eyes of the deepest blue.

I blinked, realising I must have been staring, and quickly looked away, pulling my chair to the desk.

This was not good. I had to have him. His blood. It was calling out to me, a call that was causing me to fight all my senses and instincts to resist.

ARGH! Couldn't this guy read anti-social body language? I guessed not, as he extended a hand shakily to introduce himself.

"H-hi there-my name's Edward-Edward Swan, I saw you in the car park- the Volvo, right?"

I looked at him carefully, evaluating him. He raised his eyebrows anxiously.

"Bella Cullen, yeah, you were the guy who managed to single-handedly take on the wing mirror of your old ute, I take it?" I added an attempt at a friendly smile (although I think it came out as more of a sneer), but did not take his hand.

Looking slightly relieved, he withdrew his hand, laughing nervously.

"Yeah, that was me"

And that was that, we both returned to our textbooks. Thankfully no-one had noticed the sawdust falling from the leg of the desk, where my hand had been gradually crushing the wood throughout the conversation.