I walked slumping a bit hunched. I held on tight to my book bag strap fidgeting with it nervously. I dragged myself to my last period class still pouting about having detention with Edward. I knew I was just somehow going to make myself look like an idiot in front of him, even though trying hard not too. Then it would only hurt me afterwards, believing what he must think of me. It would only crush my tries to get over him. Why is it so hard to forget about him? His face and voice would linger in my head all day long. But I knew he would never like me, I felt so pathetic, still having that thought of him and me in my head.

Then I realized what my last period class would be and I moaned at the thought of me in dance class. I was already a klutz when I walked, imagine how bad things would get when I actually tried to dance. I shuddered at the thought and already regretted so many embarrassing moments that were sure to come soon.

I slowed my pace even more. Stalling time. I daydreamed my incoming regretful moments. Surely I would be the worst dancer in the class. I could hear them now laughing at me and imagined the dance teacher asking the school front office lady to change my 6th period class, ashamed of my falls, probably taking down other students with me. I was a danger to surrounding students.

I sighed as I turned down the pathway. At the end of the sidewalk would be room 223, the dance hall. I was about there. I stressed, I tried to think of some way of getting out of this. The thought of skipping came to my mind, but I knew I would never have the guts to do it. I would go to the front office to change my schedule first thing after school.

I suddenly felt a strange feeling go through me. My body tensed. I felt like someone was watching me. I looked around and sure enough Edward was starring at me from across the court yard. He leaned against the wall casually, arms crossed. I almost froze when I caught glimpse of his still figure looking at me. I quickly looked away and panicked. I rushed into the my class for safety of his intense stair.

And before I turned away, I swear from the corner of my eye I saw him smile.

As I entered the room I pulled out my transfer slip to give to the teacher. I held it with both hands and looked around the room cautiously and walked in slowly. It was a large room. Big in length, it reminded me of the ballet studio I went to for my ballet classes when I was little.

There were a small group of people at the far corner stretching and laughing near the stereo where the low music was playing from. There was a larger group of people sitting on the wooden floor across from me. They to were laughing and talking.

I was looking around the room for the teacher, my eyes lingered at the smaller group near the stereo, three girls there looked a bit older, one of them must be the teacher.

"Hey, you're the new girl, right?"

My head flashed towards the sound of the voice. I was so preoccupied trying to figure out which girl was the teacher I almost didn't realize someone was talking to me.

I laughed at his question. "Yeah, that's me." I said smiling at him. I had finally took a good look at the person. He was a boy, very young and handsome. A broad chest and a bit muscular. He was very attractive and his voice was very attractive. He stood up and leaned against the railing that went along the wall all around the room.

He starred at me bewildered by my response.

"What's so fumy?' He asked.

"Nothing." I replied.

"Then why did you laugh at my question?" He pushed on.

"Its just that all day everyone has been talking to me just because I'm the new girl. And they try to be nice and polite but I know there only curious about the new girl. Its just nice for someone to be straight up about it."

Yes in a way the way he asked was a bit rude but I preferred it better then them keep pushing at the conversation just to be polite because they had already introduced themselves just to hear about the new person in town who would also be the new gossip.

He starred at me for a moment and smiled, understanding what I meant. I noticed everyone in the group was watching me. It made me a bit uncomfortable. Before he could speak again the teacher interrupted.

"My new student, welcome!" She said. I turned to look at her. I handed her the slip. She was a bit short and very slender. She had special looking shoes on and her hair was tied back in a tight braded pony tail. She was very young and a was a light tan. She seemed nice, non strict. I hoped I was right. It wouldn't help to have a strict teacher scowling at you for being a klutz, especially since that was something I just couldn't help.

I smiled at her politely.

"So have you had any experience in dance before?" She asked.

"No, not really. I took ballet classes when I was little, but I sucked…so yeah. That's about it though."

She laughed and so did the students at my little comment on my dancing skills when I was younger.

"That's okay." she said. "You don't have to be a good dancer to be in dance class. Dance is just about having fun and expressing yourself through music. That's how I see it as." She reassured me.

Then she turned to the class and clapped her hands loudly twice. Everyone quickly silenced and paid attention to her.

"O'rite class!" She spoke loudly. "Start your stretches. Then we can begin dancing." Then she headed over to the stereo.

Everyone got up and the boy came up to me.

"Common twinkle toes." He said as he passed me by. I looked back at him. Then turned around and followed. Everyone sat down on the floor more in the middle of the room now and began to stretch. He sat down beside me where I stood and I followed as he did.

"So what's your name?" he asked as he stretched. I quickly started to do some stretching hopping to seem like I knew what I was doing.

"Bella, Bella Swan." I replied.

"Bella." he repeated as he stretched. He was awfully cute.

He said nothing more. I stretched and waited quietly for him to speak.

"So where you from, Bella?" He asked quietly.

"Forks." I said. "Its not that far from here."

"I've herd of it." He replied. "So what are you doing here?"

"My dads the new sheriff. I would have thought the whole town would know that."

"You expect a how town to know who you are? That's a bit conceded."

"I meant everyone would know because things seem to spread fast in small towns."

"True." he said. "I have herd you lived in Arizona." he said.

"Yeah that's right."

"So what did you do for fun there?"

"Um, not much. The heat was nice, enjoyable."

"Forks must have been a big change."

"Yeah." I simply replied.

He had no clue. Edward is the one who made it a big change.

After that the teacher had us start. Teaching us a new dance routine step by step. I wasn't that good, the dance had us moving around the room. I was spread far from him. That's when I realized I never asked him his name. As the small portion of the dance we had learned got closer to the end, we ended up beside each other again.

As we did a spin, I decided to ask him.

"So what's your name?" I said as my foot slipped as I spun and came crashing down. I almost fell many times through the dance but now my clumsiness had finally caught up to me. He grabbed my arm quickly as I fell, pausing from the dance routine to help me. But his attempt was poor. I fell down to the floor anyways letting out a small squeal.

I tried getting up, testing that I hadn't hurt myself. My leg had broke my fall and I had landed on it.

I saw a hand flash in front of my face. I looked up. He was smiling down at me, offering me a hand. I took it and blushed at my fall.

"Jayden." He said as I got up and he put his hand on my waist helping me up.

"Thanks." I said. I kept my eyes down, still embarrassed at my fall.

"Your welcome." He said. I finally looked up at him.

He was starring deep into my eyes smiling.

"Its nice to meet you Bella Swan." He said.

Then I realized he was still holding my hand and his hand was still on my waist. I was surprised I didn't blush at first. Then as I thought about the moment I began to blush and he giggled.

He was still holding on to me. Still smiling and studying my face,

If it wasn't for Edward, I'd probably have a crush on this guy. But after meeting Edward, there was no getting over him. It was to hard. It felt like there was a magnetic pull that drew me near him. And that scared me. Moving didn't seem to help, since he mystereyly ended up here.

I looked down, still blushing. Then he finally let go of me. We didn't get much more of a chance to talk after that, since the bell rang. Everyone around us scrambled and quickly began to disappear. I noticed a small group of girls glaring at me.

I quickly picked up my book bag, threw it over my shoulder and almost ran out the room, just like everyone else around me. My mind was cluttered with thoughts of Edward. And I wondered of how it was a coincidence he and his family ended up in my new school. How exactly did that happen? And then he past things he said rang in my ears.

You. that's all I want.

See you soon.

What did this all mean? I was in a trance I didn't even realize I was already at my truck un-locking my door then I remembered I was going to change my schedule.

I was changing my mind not to go, because what if I ran into Edward?

Crap!

Edward!

I forgot I had detention with him!

I couldn't just not go to detention. It would be mean to let him just stay there and suffer alone in detention. Even though it was partly his fault since he wouldn't shut up. And I would probably get in more trouble with the teacher if I didn't go.

So I stuffed my bag into my truck then ran back to my Spanish class. As I got closer I slowed down and began to walk, trying to catch my breath. I didn't want to be out of breath and tired in front of him. I was surprised I hadn't tripped over anything on my way here. Will…except my feet but I always tripped over them, so that didn't count.

As I entered the room, Edward turned around and faced me. He seemed surprised to see me. He was busy erasing the board. I walked towards him trying to get a grip on myself and be brave and hopefully successfully avoid being on the brink of panic because I was in his presence.

I looked around for the teacher, but we were the only ones here.

"I thought you weren't coming, so I covered for you." He finally spoke. The sweetness of his voice spun my head into a trance. I hardly comprehended what he said.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I almost forgot. But thanks for covering for me. But I can do my time like any other prisoner." I said as I grabbed an eraser and helped him clean the board.

"Where is she anyways?"

"Out doing an errand. I told her you couldn't make it and that it was really my fault, that you really didn't do anything. So you don't really have to be here." He said.

"Its okay. I'll stay here and help like I really should." I said. I guess I really was just looking for an excuse to spend time with him. Which wasn't a good thing but I couldn't resist the small chance of being close to him. Like always I felt an unexplainable pull towards him.

He starred at me for a moment then turned back to the black board to clean.

"So how was the rest of your first day?" He asked.

"Fine." I simply answered. I began to see this as a good opportunity to question him about his family moving here.

"So how was your family's first day?"

He stayed quiet a moment. I wondered why over that as he stayed silent.

"Fine, our first day was a week ago." he finally spoke.

"Oh." I already known they had moved here a week before me. I had only found out that much. My first week here I was all wound up in trying not to go out to town and be a spectacle because we were knew. I avoided hearing the gossip around town because I would be the gossip. But I guess it turned out I wasn't the only knew gossip. The Cullen's were knew here too. If I hadn't missed the first week here at school I would have known he was here.

And what was strange is people already reacted to them as they did in Forks. They were already used to them as strange outsiders. They acted no different here then they did in Forks.

Will Except for Edward, who seemed friendlier to me now. And his sister and brother. The others hadn't seemed to take a new preference to me. I think I rather keep it that way. Three out of the five being nice to me was strange and awkward enough, especially Edward.

It was silent for a moment. But I was deep in thought to hardly notice.

"So why didn't you start school the first week you moved here?" He interrupted my thoughts.

"Huh?" I said still hung up on the beautifulness of his voice.

"I thought we would have ended up sharing our first day of school here. I thought you would have started school sooner, but you didn't."

"Oh, yeah, I took the first week settling in."

And mourning over never being able to see you again. I spoke in my thoughts. I used settling in and getting use to the town and moving for the second time as and excuse to Charlie for staying home the first week from school.

It was silent again. I kept scrubbing the chalk board with the filthy eraser. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye and noticed he was starring at me.

I quickly turned my head the other way, hoping he didn't notice me starring at him.

I quickly looked for a change of conversation and noticed we were getting no where cleaning the chalk board with these filthy erasers.

I lowered the eraser in my hand and examined it.

"I think we should clean these erasers before we use them to erase the chalk board or else well be here all night."

I quickly pushed away the thought in my head of my preference of having to spend more time with him.

I faced him and took the eraser out of his hand. He was very still starring at my face intently. He didn't seem to notice I took the eraser from his hand, he never looked down or away from me.

It wasn't till I was about to clap the erasers together that forced a reaction out of him.

"No, wait! Bella, don't…" he said as he reached out to me with wide eyes.

But it was to late. We were already covered in white dust.

My eyes squinted and coughed a puff of white smoke.

I opened my eyes and realized I was pale white. Whiter then usual. I looked up to see Edward covered in the white like snow and it almost seemed to match his skin. I was now as white as him.

I let a giggle escape and tried to hold in the rest.

He smiled at me, his intense eyes still on me.

"Haven't you ever seen the old movies, where they have chalk boards in the classrooms, and when they clap the erasers together, it always ends badly?" He asked.

"Yes. That's where I got the idea from, but I didn't think the puff of smoke really happens. I thought that was just added for comical parts!"

I felt myself tense. These was bad. It hadn't even been five minutes yet and I had already found out how to embarrass myself in front of him.

I had managed to cover us both in white dust and make my self look like a complete idiot. That's what he probably thought of me.

But somehow I still found it funny and let out another giggle like an idiot. Although this shouldn't be funny, I had covered him in white. He was probably furious.

I was almost afraid to look up at him. I was afraid, I realized as I peeked up at him.

He was looking at me and a bright smile flashed on his face and he started to laugh.

I smiled, glad he wasn't mad at me. But I couldn't take the embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." I said then I quickly walked out the room.

I couldn't bare look back at him. He laughed at the situation but was probably laughing at how big an idiot I was.