A/N: I'd like to thank Sarahj259 for inspiring me, and the Lexicon for having so much amazingly helpful information. And HouseMDLove, my kinda-beta. This chapter is not my favorite, the next 2 are... there is things going on in Bella's life other than Biology, but this part will focus on that.

This is probably my most seriously invested project yet; I have every chapter planned out, all my info double-checked from the Lex (the PC's with Stephenie Meyer help so much!), and am even makeing posting calendars.

I'm probably going to post average once every two weeks, possibly more:-)

Chapter 1: Biology

BPOV

When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black topped lab table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I recognized Edward Cullen by his unusual hair, sitting next to that single open seat.

As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously. Just as I passed, he suddenly went rigid in his seat. I stared at him quickly, and he met me with an open expression. Then, as quickly as he had become stiff, he relaxed. I nearly tripped over a book in the aisle, but caught myself and went to get my slip signed. During my discussion with the teacher, I could sense him watching me out of the corner of my eye.

I walked steadily towards the table, determined not to fall again. I sat quietly, and could feel Edward's intense eyes burning in to me. I sat awkwardly for a couple of minutes as kids shuffled into the room.

"I'm sorry, do you know me or something?" I turned to him, not able to stand the silence any longer.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," he told me. I caught my breath. Did I know him? I'm sure I would have remembered such a godly creature.

"No, I don't remember meeting you," I said, and watched as his face fell. He noticed my staring and reverted back to his calm façade- if that was a façade.

"Oh," was all he said. There were thousands of words, hundreds of emotions, dozens of thoughts, all in that one word. It was the way he almost sighed it. The way his eyes flashed, almost dangerously, almost sadly. The way he unconsciously sunk downwards but quickly and unconciously corrected himself into an upright position.

The rest of the class he didn't say anything. Not a word. Maybe he's just shy, I told myself, and rested my head on the tabletop for the rest of the period.

"Goodbye, Bella," Edward said as he rose. I looked up and noticed the classroom was nearly empty; I must have nodded off. I gave him a nod. He looked back, as if he was going to say something else, but walked out. Then I realized I had never even told him my name.

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I walked into Biology expecting more questions.

"Hello, Edward," I told him as I walked in. He nodded curtly and turned his attention to the front. I stared at the back of his head for the rest of class, willing him to turn around and say something. I had the feeling that I had done something wrong, but I had never even met him before.

As I contemplated this, I started getting angry. How dare he ignore me! I didn't do anything to him. All I had done was sit down and answer his questions. Did that mean I deserved the silent treatment? The bell rang, shattering my raging thoughts. Class was over already?

I gathered my books up and rose out of my seat. I looked up, and there he was. Edward Cullen was standing inches away from me, staring at me as if I were some puzzle that was perplexing him. His expression beyond his puzzlement was carefully kept blank, as if displaying too much emotion would kill him or something. I automatically took a backwards step. His feelings began to show through his wall. He looked surprised at my reaction, and seemed hurt. He just looked so sad, and I felt the need to comfort him.

Edward's hand reached up towards my face, as if to touch it. He suddenly gained control of his emotions, and the hand jolted downward. I stared at the ground, waiting for his words. Maybe just a "sorry" or a "goodbye". Anything. I waited for signs of interest, of friendship, of anything.

None came. He turned and walked away, just as he had yesterday. I would have run after him, but something in his expression stopped me.

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The next day was even worse, if that was possible. This time when I walked in, there was no reaction whatsoever. He didn't even blink. He didn't even smile. He didn't even frown. I was starting to wonder if he was a robot or was blind, but occasionally I would see signs of life. The inconspicuous clench of his hands. The careful shifting in his seat. The stares I felt when he thought I wasn't watching. Although they were cold, I had to marvel at his eyes, which seemed to look into my soul, yet still seem carefully gaurded. There was not much talking in our relationship. If you could call it that.

After class, he swept out of the room, and I watched him go quietly. There was nothing more I could do.

He obviously had some kind of problem with me. Did I have a problem with him? I couldn't even answer that question myself.

Mike led me outside. As he jabbered on about trivialities, I thought I saw Edward Cullen giving him a jealous look. But I blinked, and it was gone.

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"I need to talk to you." His voice was heavenly, although I had only heard it once before. It was Friday afternoon, and everyone was anxious to get out of class. His voice was almost inaudible over the hum of teenage activity. I reminded myself not to overreact.

"Fire away," I muttered, my head still on the tabletop. I was in a foul mood.

"I meant in private." His voice was urgent. I didn't bother to look up.

"This as private as it's going to get," I told him lazily. I had no idea why I was even acting this way. Shouldn't you be nice to someone you like? Then again, he had been ignoring me. Not to sound melodramatic, but the worst thing you could do is ignore me. It just made me furious. He seemed to shrug off my apparent rudeness.

"Couldn't you just…come talk to me at school Tuesday or something? I meant early morning," he added.

I gave him a raised eyebrow. "Why not Monday?"

"Monday doesn't work for me." His words seemed simple enough, but I detected an unneeded edge of menace in his tone.

"Oh, really?" I slammed my head lightly against the tabletop again. "Let's see if I can get this right. You," I said, "want me," I pointed to myself, "to come in early to school," I shot him a look, "so I can talk to you," I paused again for emphasis, "who has been ignoring me for the past week?"

"Actually, it's only been four days," he muttered darkly, "but who's counting?" Edward asked me in a brighter tone, "I know it sounds ridiculous, but please, could you just do it? Let's say, six in the morning." I slightly bristled at his words. They sounded like something a friend would say, and Edward Cullen was not my friend. I wasn't sure where he stood with me.

"Oh, yeah, fine, sure, I'm going to get up at five in the morning, on a Tuesday, so I can go talk to someone who may or may not hate me." Maybe I was laying the sarcasm on a bit thick. "You're right, it does sound ridiculous. I can't think of anything more ridiculous than that."

"I can," he said quietly. Before I could process his mood, he changed gears. "It takes you that long to get ready in the morning?" I gave him a glare. "Please, just trust me on this." He put his face close to mine, and I could smell his sweet breath blowing in my face, but not in a bad way. His eyes were more intense then I could have imagined. I moved my head backward to snap out of my previous fog. Stupid gorgeous Edward.

"Whatever." I laid my head down to sleep.

"Whatever, no way, or whatever, you'll come?"

"The second one," I mumbled. Edward gave me a sudden cocky grin.

"It's a date, then."