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First Fight

I scanned the lunch room. Everyone looked the same. No one stood out. And then I saw them.

They sat at a table by themselves. They sat with full uneaten trays of food. There were five of them. Their skin was so pale, paler than mine. They all wore dark clothes, with little hints of color. There were three boys and two girls.

One of the boys was big, muscular, he had brown curly hair. The other was boyish and skinny, he had blond wavy hair that made his face look young. Then the third…..he had golden, reddish, and brown hair that stuck up and was everywhere, he was so beautiful….almost like a painting.

One of the girls had blonde hair, she was tall and looked like a super model….the kind of girl that made you question your self-esteem. The other girl was small, her hair was short almost like mine with it spiked up in loops.

I nudged the girl next me.

"Who are they?" I asked and motioned with my head toward them.

"That's the Cullen's. The small girl's name is Alice, then Rosalie is the blonde one. The blonde boy is Jasper, the big one is Emmett, and the other one is Edward," she said with a wide smile. "They all live together with The Doctor Cullen and his wife."

Weird names, but colorful no doubt.

"Wow…" I said a little under my breath.

"I know! Their all together though. Emmett and Rosalie, and Alice and Jasper. They all live together! Its so weird," she said, shock in her voice.

That thing would be a shock in Phoenix too, but not really to me.

"Which ones are the Cullen's?" I asked. "They don't look alike."

"Oh, their not. Dr. Cullen is in his twenties or early thirties. They are all adopted. But the Hales, the blonde ones, are brother and sister…twins," she said.

"They look really old to be foster kids."

"Yeah. Jasper and Rosalie are both 18. But they have been with Mrs. Cullen since they were like eight. I think she cant have kids or something," she said, and I suddenly remembered her name was Jessica.

The boy with the reddish, golden and brown hair looked up at me and I couldn't help but look back. We just starred at each other. I noticed he didn't blink, not once. But then as soon as I thought that thought he blinked then turned away from me.

"Hey which one is Edward?" I asked. She looked toward the table again.

"The one with the golden hair. He is soooooo gorgeous! But don't waste your time……he doesn't date. Apparently no one here is good enough for him," she said, and made me wonder how many times he had turned her down.

The boy's lips moved into a small smile for about two seconds then it was gone.

We didn't talk about them after that.

I sat at the table longer than I wanted, but I lost track of the Cullen's as Angela asked me what class I had next. We both had Biology next so we walked. Angela was quiet and I was grateful for the quiet….Jessica and all the others had been talking all day.

As soon as we entered the class room Jessica went to one of the black topped lab tables. She already had a partner. I scanned the room and the only empty seat was by him. Edward Cullen.

We watched each other. He starred me down as I walked up to the teacher's desk to get my slip signed. Mr. Banner, by his name plate, signed my slip, handed me a text book, and told me where to sit. Of course I didn't need his help.

I felt like I was walking to meet my death. His gaze was so hostile, his eyes black as coal. He sat ridged in his seat. I sat down slowly, setting my bag next to me. I felt the urge to look away or look down….but I just couldn't. He didn't look down or away.

Mr. Banner began his lesson on Cellular Mitosis, I had already covered this topic in Phoenix but I took out one of my note books and a black pen….taking notes to distract my vision form Edward. I gave my hair a quick sniff….but it smelt like my shampoo….I never thought that was a bad odor. I pushed my short hair over so that it was a curtain between us, Edward Cullen moved even further away from me.

What the fuck is his problem? No one had ever been like this around me. They had always wanted to be close, near, to see my uniqueness.

I couldn't help peeking at him threw my hair. He was really nice looking. He had the sleeves of his long white shirt pushed up to his elbows. His arm was surprisingly muscular but not as much as his brother. His fist was clenched against his leg, tendons standing out against his skin.

This class seemed to drag on longer than the others. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Edward Cullen looking at me quickly then looking forward.

He rose suddenly, one second after that the bell rang. He was out the door before anyone else was up. I starred blankly at the door, then slowly gathered my things and threw them in my bag.

"Your Isabella Swan, right?" a male voice asked.

I looked up. A cute, baby-faced boy with pale blue eyes and blond hair was standing in front of me. I wanted to be nice to him but with the recent incident and how I was growing so tired of the phase "Your Isabella Swan right?" that I just nodded at him.

"I'm Mike."

"Hi."

"Do you need help finding your next class?" Gym……my favorite class….not.

"Um…no I have gym, I can find it."

"Hey that's my next class too!" he sounded thrilled, but I guessed that wasn't a big deal…it probably happens a lot in a small school like this.

So we walked to class. Mike was a chatter. He had lived in California when he was a kid and moved here when he turned ten, so he knew what it was like to live somewhere with a lot of sun.

Just as we were entering the gym he asked "So did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I have never seen him act like that."

So that wasn't his natural behavior.

"I don't know what the fuck was wrong with him," I said. Mike laughed.

"He's weird." Mike was right. I smiled at him as I left for the girls locker room.

The Gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but after looking at my appearance didn't make me dress down for today's class. So I sat and watched volleyball game after game. I thought about all the injuries I had -gained- and inflicted- playing volleyball.

After, I think, the sixth game the final bell rang. I walked slowly to the office to turn in my paper work. The rain had subsided a little but the wind had picked up.

When I walked into the warm office….I almost turned around and walked back out.

Edward Cullen was standing at the long desk, arguing in a low voice with the red-haired woman. He was asking if he could change Biology classes, changing to any Biology class available. I was instantly filled with a need to punch something.

He turned his head toward me a little then turned back to the woman.

"Never mind, then," he said hastily in a voice like velvet. "I can see that it's

impossible. Thank you so much for your help." And he turned on his heel

without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.

I went meekly to the desk and handed her the signed slip. Then rushed out of the office, I needed to have a word with this ass.

As soon as I got out in the hallway he was halfway down it.

"Hey!" I yelled after him. He slowed his step but didn't stop.

So I tried running as best I could in my shoes. Thank god the halls were empty.

"Hey!" I tried again. This time he stopped. I was pretty close to him.

I walked up to him, breathless.

"What?" he asked, his eyes still hostile.

"What the fuck is your problem? I haven't done anything to you," I said. He let out a breath.

"Look….I just need to get out of that class. It has nothing to do with you," he spat out.

Then he just turned on his heel and walked away. I just stood there dumbfounded. My bag fell from my shoulder and hit the ground with a thud. I just couldn't move.

Edward fucking Cullen. Liar, jack ass, beautiful, god like.

The wind picked up and started to blow rain in my direction and made me wake up from my daze. I picked up my bag and threw it angrily around my arm. I braced the rain and wind with my hood down and face down, starring at the wet pavement. I sat in my warm truck in put my head against the steering wheel. I finally pulled out of the place, my truck was the only car left. I fought tears prick at my eyes all the way home to Charlie's.