I Noticed

A/N: I've been having a bit of responses, so I am happy go announce that I will be continuing the story. *Applause* Just think of that beginning as a prologue of sorts. (A longer AN awaits at the end).

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine. *Sobs uncontrollably*

Bella

It's the first day of high school today. Yay! Did you hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice? If you didn't hear it, let me assure that it was there. I've known these people all my life. Literally. I mean, basically we all have known each other, here in Forks where everyone knows everyone. All of us used to get along in elementary school. I didn't know what I did to wrong them. Now, only a few people would be caught talking to me. If they dare talk to me they are risking social suicide.

Middle school is where it all started. At first, it was just the people who I barely talked to. Then it was from the people who I most associated myself with. Luckily, Angela, a sweet, shy girl I knew, kept on talking to me. She wasn't that popular so it barely affected her. The three years there were miserable. On the last year, they started actually full-on shunning me.

I have no doubt now that that wouldn't continue. I wish. If somehow, they would wake up and say, Oh, I think I'm gonna be nice to Bella today. Yeah, right. Ahh, there goes the sarcasm my mother just adores.

I throw on some black skinny jeans and a black and white striped T-shirt because I shower at night. I don't know how people sleep in their own dirt and shower until the morning. I don't bother to change my mix matched socks because my Converse will just cover them. My hair is wavy and untameable as always so I just run a brush through it and finally give up.

While I'm trudging down the stairs, my mother starts a conversation with me.

"Good Morning, Bella!" She practically sings out.

I grunt in response.

"Grunting is for cavemen. Not even cavewoman grunted."

Here we go again with the lady manners. I roll my eyes with my back to her, not risking a lecture on that again, I think.

"You excited?"

"Not if it's gonna be like the last three years of my life." I respond, duly.

"I'm sure your classmates have gotten over themselves. I mean, they're high schoolers for Pete's sake."

"I completely agree, Mother. Yes, they just all decided to go back to the good old days. Like middle school didn't exist. Oh, how I wish that would happen!"

"Always the drama queen, Isabella."

I'm glad when my mom doesn't resume our delightful conversation in the car. I really don't need to feel more depressed than I already am.

Renée drops me off at the office and blows me kisses. I'm over it by now, so I just chuckle and get out of her car.

The lady at the counter, asks for my name and gives me my schedule, map, and a slip that all my teachers have to sign. She seems like she is a nice, genuine woman. I thank her and make my way out of the small, cramped room.

It seems that the high schoolers are avoiding me now too. Word must've gone around faster than I thought, though I'm not surprised in a school as small as this. I look for my locker which is supposedly close.

"Excuse me."

I bump my head on an open locker as I look up and look around. I'm used to the casual clumsiness so I don't even react to the pain anymore. What my brown eyes spot are surprisingly beautiful, bright green eyes. Woah.

"Huh?" The person the eyes are attached to says. That brings my attention to the rest of his face. And might I say it again, Woah.

"What's 'Woah' ?" He says. And I realize that he's talking to me. The one they made a point to avoid. Of course I go ruin this mighty fine interaction too.

"Are you talking to me?" I know this sounds rude but, I was genuinely curious. Nobody but Angela, teachers, and my mom had talked to me these past three years. To my surprise, he chuckles. To my greater surprise, its beautiful.

"I am."

"Oh." I wasn't expecting that.

"Yeah, are you too popular is that why you're asking?"

"Huh? Oh. No. No no no, I am the complete opposite of popular. I am shunned by the student body."

His presence is making me word vomit and I can't stop it. He looks confused. My inner monologue is getting tired of referring the green eyed boy - or should I say man - as him.

"Sorry, but what's your name? I'm Bella."

"It's Edward." After a pause that seemed like a whole lifetime he speaks again," Wanna tell me why you are being shunned, Bella." The way he says my name makes me feel some type of way.

"I don't know why, Edward. They just do it."

He looks angered by this. I kind of zone out when he starts ranting about bullying and other nonsense. I start to wonder why he is talking to me. Why doesn't he follow the rest if the school? I am grateful for Edward Whose Last Name I Don't Know. I am about to ask exactly that, when I notice his fist in the air.

"Umm.. Edward."

"Yeah?" He growl-asks.

I interrogate him and find that he is very against bullying and says that he will "stand by me throughout this horrific journey."

We kind of missed half of first period so we decide to wait until second period to say goodbye.

I learn plenty of things about Edward in just a matter of 20 minutes. His name is Edward Anthony Cullen. His favorite color is brown (Although he hesitated to answer that question when I asked him that) and he is originally from Chicago. He moved here because his father was offered a job in the hospital. Edward is 14 years old. He has two brothers and two sisters - Emmett and Alice Cullen are his blood siblings while Jasper and Rosalie are his adopted siblings. They were all dating each other (Emmett and Rosalie & Alice and Jasper). Rosalie and Jasper were twins as were Alice and himself. His parents are Esme and Carlisle Cullen.

Edward learned similar facts about me. I am from Forks, born and raised. My mom is a talkative person who can be annoying at times. When I mentioned this, he said that my mother and Alice would get along just fine. I knew he wanted to ask about my father, but didn't want to pry. If he asked, I'm sure I would have told him that he died while working as a cop.

We continued on with the twenty questions until we heard the bell ring, signaling that second period was about to start. Time seemed to pass by quickly with Edward. He seemed suprised aswell and then gave me directions to my locker even though he was new here. Turns out it was only four down from his.

Edward and I parted very awkwardly. We didn't find it acceptable to hug so we just shook hands like we were drug dealers. After saying goodbye for about 5 minutes I decided I should actually head to class. I guess high school couldn't be that bad after all. I mean, I had a friend now, right?

I walk into second period which just so happens to be Mathematics. Oh, the joy the earth presents me with. Probably the only subject I am not good at. Did I really have to start my day of like this? First, skipping my favorite subject, English, and going straight to the torture.

A/N: Did you like? I have a few things to say. (1) Thanks to the person that favorited. Thanks to the person that reviewed. (2) My WiFi is down so I might not post until that's fixed. (3) When it does get fixed I'll post once or twice a week. Depending on the story's response. (4) Should I alternate POV's between E and B? (5) Review and tell me what you think. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask. Until next time.

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