NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE HUMANS.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT

BPOV (Bella's Point of View)
~~italized sentences are Bella's thoughts~~

"Hi. Do you have a lab partner?" The Greek God asked me, his voice rendered me silent.

I took me a few seconds to recover, "Nope. I don't have one."

"Then, may I seat with you?"

"Sure." I nodded, a little breathless.

I'm disappointed.

He didn't recognize me. Why did I even hope that he would know me?

I sighed, "I'm such a dork." I muttered, looking down.

I put my hands down my lap.

"What did you say?" He asked, sitting down beside me.

"Nothing" I lied and shook my head.

He seemed to think for a moment as no words utter out his mouth. Though after a few seconds, he blurted out a question, "Hmm, Are you the girl I saw at the gas station at Seattle?"

WHAT THE HELL?

I suddenly looked at his face with a skeptical eyes, "You remember me?"

He nodded. And then he smirked, "You still hate road trips?"

I snickered. "Yeah"

An abrupt euphoria engulfed me and I smiled a small grin.

Mr. Banner cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone..."

Mr. Banner's voice faded in the background since I can't focus on what our teacher was saying and I kept glancing at the stunning person beside me.

He putted down his books and ran his hands through his hair.

Oh, I wish I could touch his disheveled bronze hair. Or take his hands. Or maybe hug him. Or maybe kiss those lusciously looking lips of his.

I tore my eyes away from him to look at my fidgeting hands, embarrassed at my thoughts. Then, I felt my face flush red.

"Why are you blushing?" He asked.

I bit my lip and hid under my hair.

Would it be weird to tell him that I just fantasized about him?

Yes. Yes it would.

The battle in my mind went silent as he took my right hand.

I was shocked at what he did but I felt immediate relief when I felt his skin.

I looked up and he was staring intently at me.

I blushed again.

"Oh sorry" He took his hand back, sounding a bit ashamed.

I frowned.

I love the feel of his skin. It soothes me.

I stared back at my hands wondering if he would ever take it again.

I shook my head, self-loathing.

He would never take my hand. Or hug me let alone kiss me. I'm an outsider here. Who would like me or even love me?

I stared at my hands longer than I realized because I heard the bell rang, signaling the end of the class.

I sighed. I carried all my books and bag to my next class, never bothering to glance back at him. For all I know he'll look ashamed to be beside me.

The rest of my classes past like a blur because of me being distracted by thinking of him.

Why is this happening to me?

Now I'm at the parking lot, waiting for Angela. My last class was dismissed early so I'm one of the few people outside.

I took out my keys and put it in ignition while the bell rang.

I wonder what he's doing right now. Is he with his girlfriend? Or is he alright?

I wobbled my head and scolded myself mentally, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CARE ABOUT HIM. For goodness sake, he's got a girlfriend.

People started to fill the parking lot while I saw Angela coming out with her boyfriend Ben.

I waved at them reluctantly.

Ben saw me and tugged Angela towards my truck.

"Hi Bells." Angela greeted.

"Hello guys. Angela, are you going to take Ben's car?" I asked, hoping she will.

"Oh please. I know you're ignoring me. Just tell me what it is with this guy."

"Nothing" I lied casually.

Ben cleared his throat, acting all brotherly, "What guy?"

I shook my head, "I don't want to talk about this."

"What talk?" Ben interrupted, no one paid attention to answer his question.

"Ben. You need to go. Remember, you have an essay to do." Angela reminded.

He forgot about what he was asking after they kissed swiftly.

BOYS; so easily distracted.

Angela pulled away and went inside.

After that, Ben wave at me and went to his car.

I moaned, "Angela, I said I don't want to talk about this."

She sighed, "Fine with me."

I pulled out of the parking lot, knowing Angela, she won't force me to tell her what it is.

We were one block away from her house when she broke the awkward taciturnity, "Sorry Bells. I don't mean to force you like that. Though, if your weirdness goes to a new level I might think to force you again."

I laughed, "I forgive you and I know you'll do it, if needed."

She smiled and paused for a minute. "I have a class with that guy and his sister, the spiky haired girl." She whispered.

"Her sister? What sister?" I stomped on the brakes and looked at her, previous laughter and amusement easily forgotten.

She stared at me, wide-eyed, "Yes. Apparently, I just know the name of his sister since the guy's shy and didn't talk much. But back to her, her name is Alice Mary Brandon Cullen. And she has a unique kind of hairstyle, spiky but elegant."

The spiky black haired girl is his sister?

"Is she really his sister?" I asked quietly, making sure of what I heard.

"Yeah"

I shook my head, "I can't believe I thought " I whispered to myself.

"Bella, I know you don't really want to talk about this but you're freaking me out. I want to know but if you really don't want to tell me then it's okay. Call me if you want to talk about it though" Angela said, surprising me because that was an action of the new level of weirdness she's waiting for.

"You're a great friend Angela. If you have time, I'll tell you." I told her cautiously.

"I have time now. I don't have homework or essays that are due tomorrow."

"Fine, let's go inside your house."

"No, let's go to yours"

I raised my eyebrow to her while she shrugged.

Maybe she just doesn't want anyone to listen in our conversation.

I continued down the road towards my house.

After I parked at our driveway and pulled out my keys, we jumped out of my car and locked it.

Angela chuckled, "I thought you said that you would plant flowers at your front yard." She motioned to our dull flowerbed.

I grinned, "When I told Charlie I'd put flowers there. He said, 'Isabella Marie Swan, You will not touch that flowerbed. I worked hard to make it fertile. And your bad choice of flowers might make it unproductive. So DO NOT TOUCH MY FLOWERBED!' "

Remembering the incident with the expensive flower pot inside my room that Charlie bought, my dad did refused to me planting because the said flower pot didn't last a week alive since I accidentally poured the bathroom cleaner acid that has negative effects on plants and thought it was the water that should be sprinkled to it.

We laughed for an entire minute. I smiled at her and headed to the door.

I went straight to the kitchen, pulling out the leftover pasta last night while Angela leaned against the counter and watched me.

I reluctantly removed the lid and put in the microwave.

I turned around to look at her, "So..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"You know, Alice and that guy are not biologically related. They were adopted, all of them are. Well expect for the blond girl and boy." She stated.

I bit my lip.

I'm really an idiot. I thought that Alice was his brother's girlfriend.

"Bells..?" Angela said worriedly.

"I thought Alice was his girlfriend" I blurted out. I took my face in my hands.

Angela tore away my hands from my face, "Bella do you like this guy?"

I looked down, "I'm afraid so."

She nodded and smiled, "That's what I thought"

The rest of the evening was okay. Angela left after Charlie arrived. After she left, he said that he was starving. Luckily, I already heated our dinner. And then I washed the dishes. After a minute, the phone rang. Charlie answered it, telling me it was Jacob, my best friend. We talked about random things and about the party at the reservation tomorrow, which is Friday (Author's Note: This day is Thursday). As usual I was forced to come. When it was 10:33 pm at our clock I hanged up. And went to change and sleep.

Currently, it is 12:04 am. I can't sleep. I keep tossing around. I can't stop thinking of him. When I shut my eyes I see his face, his smile and his lips.

What is happening to me?

I went downstairs to take a medicine that makes a person sleep in minutes.

I lied in my bed and closed my eyes. In just a matter of minutes I fell asleep and dreamt.

My dream was about him. I saw him sitting beside me smiling. I reached for him but he gaped from me and the scene changed. He was now laughing at me. He yelled at me, 'Oh please. Don't get your hopes up. You're not my type.' Then Lauren and Jessica appeared beside him. They laughed with him.

I awoke with a start. I sobbed while I kept chanting in my head that,

He would always think of me as an outcast.

~END OF CHAPTER 2~