Okay, because this has been more popular than my other fanfic, I've decided to update this one first, plus, it only has one chapter. This one is a bit short, but I just wrote it today, cut me some slack. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the last one. Oh, and just so you know... Bella is a ... Ha! You thought I was going to tell you! I'm sure you can figure it out (You're supposed to!) so I'll let things go where they please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did I wouldn't be writing this, now would I?

When I got to biology, low and behold, there was Edward. Sitting at the only desk with a seat open next to him. My heart leaped into my throat. I walked up to the teacher to get my pass signed. He then pointed to the seat next to Edward. I walked nervously toward my new seat, and then the one event that would change my life happened. My back felt a searing pain wash through it. I yelped and my books flew out of my hands, I fell towards the floor, but Edward caught me. When I looked into his eyes, they were pitch black. A fear, more animal than human, washed through my whole body and I quickly moved out of Edwards arms and picked up my books that had been strewn across the floor.

All eyes were on me as I took my seat. My cheeks blazing red. The teacher cleared his throat and the class started. Throughout the whole class I felt Edwards eyes burning into my skull. He was angry at me, but I had no idea why he was. At one point the phrase if looks could kill passed through my mind, if you had seen the way he was glaring daggers at me you would have thought the exact same thing. I promise.

As if my day couldn't get any worse, throughout the whole class spasms of intense pain washed over me, starting from my back, every ten minuets, I worked hard to conceal the face that I was about to fait from the effort it took to keep from screaming out loud. Between Edward glaring at me and being blown away by intense pain, I didn't hear a single thing the teacher said. I guess it wasn't meant to be.

A enormous feeling of gratitude washed through me when the bell rang, Edward must have been almost as glad as I was that class was over because he sped out of the class room at an inhuman speed. At that point in time I just thought that he hated my guts, for no particular reason – boy, was I wrong.

I had one more class to endure, and it was gym. I was seriously considering skipping, but then I remember that it was my first day at this particular school, so that probably wouldn't be a very good idea. So, I sucked it up and went to gym.

By the end of gym I had injured about five people, including myself. Unfortunately, that wasn't anywhere near my record. I hurried out of the gym and moved like a torpedo towards my truck. I loved my truck. As soon as I slid inside my truck I felt a wave of calm wash over me that I hadn't felt for over forty-eight hours. It was a welcome change.

Lucky for me, I managed to make it home. When I got inside I was gasping for breath, it had taken everything I had just to make it out of my truck and inside. I know that sounds unbelievable, but you didn't feel the kind of pain I did. It was like something was trying to break out of my skin. Not into, out of. I practically dragged myself over to the kitchen and got myself some pain killers.

I praised my lucky stars when they started working, they only managed to take the edge off of the pain, but that was enough to allow me to think strait. I carried my bag up the stairs, wincing every other second, and plopped down on my bed. I let out a huge sigh of relief. It was nice to be able to lie down…

The next thing I knew it was morning. I was thankful that I hadn't had any homework, otherwise I would have been in huge trouble. I went about my morning like a normal person, it took me awhile to notice that my back had stopped trying to kill me. I was eternally grateful for that. When I was brushing my teeth I noticed my skin had a strange tint to it… I shrugged it off and decided it didn't matter. I was planning on confronting Edward today about how he had acted towards me in Biology.

It baffled me to think someone could hate me so intensely without even knowing me. I wanted to at least know why he felt this way, even if it wasn't going to change the way he acted towards me. Driving to school my mind was whirling with thoughts about the last day.

When it was lunch time I scanned the lunch room for Edward, but he wasn't there. My heart sank, but I still kept hope alive about talking to him in Biology. When it was time for Biology, he wasn't there. Over the next few days the same thing happened, he was never there. Throughout the whole time my thoughts were plagued by this beautiful, mysterious, scary, wonderful, ect., boy. I couldn't get him out of my head. Then, a week later he was back with his family.

I walked into Biology with butterflies in my stomach. Edward was already sitting at our table, my heart was beating so loudly any human within a one foot radius could have heard it. It was truly terrifying for me. I set my stuff down on the desk and took my seat timidly. So much for confronting Edward…

"Hey, I'm Edward Cullen. I'm sorry I acted like such a jerk last class. Can you forgive me?" Edward was suddenly all I had eyes for. His eyes were a light golden color and he looked like he wasn't breathing, though I knew that was ridiculous.

"I forgive you, and I know. I'm Isabella Swan, but call me Bella," I responded to him.

Edward chuckled lightly, "I know. So, tell me a bit about yourself."

I was about to respond to him when the teacher decided to pick that time to start class. I was a little put out that I wasn't talking to Edward but that feeling soon disappeared when I heard what we were going to do. We were going to do a lab that I had already done at my old school. I was going to be able to impress Edward, and I was going to get to talk to him.

Edward and I finished our lab in no time and we started talking to each other. Edward wanted to know exactly why I had moved to forks. I was surprised that he was actually interested in finding out why I had moved. I told him all about why I was moving. That it had to do with my mom and Phil. He listened to me so intently it seemed like he was really truly interested in what I was talking to him about – I didn't know at the time, but he was trying to find out everything he could about me, he wouldn't tell me until a year later about what he war thinking when he was in Biology class.

I jumped about a foot in the air when the bell rang, I had lost track of so much time. Edward left the room just as fast as he had when I had first met him. I was glad that I had been able to talk to him, it made things make a little bit more sense, at least to me. Now, I was going to be able to get something out of him. I wanted to know what was up with Edward. Because he certainly wasn't normal.

An Entry from The Book Of Creatures:

Pixies:(Cont.)

Pixies tend to have a tint to their skin. Blue when they are younger, and green when they are older. There has never been a pixie alive long enough to know what color comes after green. Pixies tend to get aggressive when someone/thing they care about is put in danger. If you see an angry pixie, pray for a quick death - because you will be killed.

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