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Something About You

Chapter 2

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Blondes or Nothing?

They had dated for a short while their junior year but he hadn't talked to her since he moved schools. Then again, finding out your boyfriend cheated on you tends to end a relationship pretty quickly.

So when they walked into the same hall for Psychology 101, Edward gave Rosalie a hesitant nod and hiked up to the back half of the lecture hall. Rosalie screwed up her face in the kind of way that said she still wasn't fond of him, but it was a better than a slap to the face or a knee to the groin, so it looked hopeful. Chances were she might even speak civilly to him by the time they graduated.

The class was boring, but Edward dutifully took notes and then left as soon as the professor had finished his lecture. If Rosalie wanted to find him, he doubted anything would stop her.

~oOo~

Edward had always thought he was genetically predisposed to blondes, even those of the bottle variety. It had something to do with the fair skin that matched and how it looked against his hands. Jessica had been a fluke, a terrible lapse of judgement on his part, and that was it for him — no more brunettes.

So he really didn't think anything of Bella Swan at first. She was cute and all and he liked her sharp wit, but it wasn't until she gave him that look from the car, right before she drove off that got him thinking.

Maybe brunettes wouldn't be so bad after all. It was college, time to experiment and all that jazz.

In an effort to carry out that sworn oath to gentility, Edward didn't visit her dorm. That would more than likely come off as creepy and that was wise to avoid. Instead he waited until he saw her across the student center on campus and bounded over, holding tight to the strap of his backpack with one hand and checking his breath with the other.

"Nice to see that your travels have been relatively uneventful, judging by the fact that you remain in one piece," he said when he drew close, slowing his step once she turned from a bulletin post. "Bella Swan, am I right?"

"You are," Bella replied. Smiling slightly, she asked, "And your name is…?"

"Oh, Edward. Edward Cullen." He held out his hand and shook hers firmly, a grin playing on his mouth now. "Potential stalker, extraordinaire."

"It's all coming back to me now." Her dimples glimpsed in and out of sight as she turned to staple a paper with a frilled end against the post. "How's the escort business?"

"Thriving. It's amazing how many women appreciate a hard, strong body to guide them," Edward replied. He drew up to her side and read the notice she'd put up. "Math tutor for hire?"

"It's amazing how many people are useless when it comes to calculus, especially when they aren't allowed to use a graphing calculator," Bella explained with an air of exasperation. She pursed her lips when Edward exaggeratedly ripped off a slip of paper from the bottom, read off the number and slipped it into his wallet. "That's a roundabout way of asking a girl for her number."

"I could ask, but I already have it," Edward answered with a wink.

Bella looked like she wanted to laugh, but was fighting hard to hold it in.

"See you later, Bella Swan." Edward brushed past her and turned back to catch her gaze. "Or maybe I'll call you, who knows?"

She shook her head with a mischievous grin and walked off in the opposite direction.

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