Disclaimer: All of this belongs to the amazing SM,I just own this plot,and some crazy dreams with geek Edward!

A/N: Honey,I am back!

Sorry I took so long,but my life was a mess!I really hope you all can forgive me,and didn´t given up this story!

Enjoy,I promiss to update every week from now on!

xx

C.

ps) Coco,this is for you bb!

Chapter 2 - The Other Cullen

EPOV

You know those guys who walk around the hall but you never notice them? Those guys who are deep in their own world? Those guys whose faces you forget? Those guys no one cares about? The loners.

I am one of them.

My life may sound like a cheesy teen movie. But that's how it is.

All my life I've been known as an outcast.

The only thing that made a difference was that I was Emmett Cullen's little brother.

But all of that was about to end. You'll see why.

"Edward, hun. Get up or you're going to be late," I heard my mom calling me against my bedroom door.

"I am up, I am up," I said, into my pillow with a muffled and dry voice.

I slowly got up, looking at the spread papers, my music sheets covering my bedroom floor, my clothes thrown everywhere.

"Mom's gonna kill me when she sees this," I said, running my hand over my bed hair.

"Edward Cullen. You get out here this instant!" my mom screamed.

"I'm coming!" I shouted back, looking at my fallen alarm clock.

"Oh shit," I said, grabbing some clothes that were thrown against my leather sofa and running to the shower. "Shit, shit, shit," I said, as the cold water fell over my body.

I dressed fast, with my wet hair, my wrinkled white t-shirt, dirty jeans, and my old chucks.

"Fuck!" I shouted, as I fell thanks to my undone chuck laces.

"Honey, is everything all right?" my mom asked me when I ran down the stairs.

"I am freaking late," I said to her while trying to drink my orange juice.

"Maybe you shouldn't spend the entire night on that computer then," my mom said with a reproachful look.

"Mother," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Did you at least talk to your brother yesterday?" she asked me, drinking her coffee.

"Just a little. He was busy with college stuff," I said, trying really hard to eat my breakfast without choking myself.

"My boys are growing up so fast," my moms said while touching my hair.

"Yada yada," I said, getting up from the table.

"Edward, you barely ate," she said to me, looking at my almost full plate of pancakes.

"Got to go, Mom," I said, grabbing my pack and my keys.

Before she could say anything else I was out the door.

I got inside my Volvo, the only thing that seemed to make me happier these days, and took off.

The halls were full as always.

A gigantic mass of bodies. One running against the other. Empty faces, empty people, living empty lives.

Since my brother went away to California to go to college, this place has started to look worse every time. For me this was another day in hell.

But as each day passed, it was one less day I would have to endure it, one less day to be with these people. To them I was nothing but a ghost. Invisible.

At least that was what I was hoping for.

Being as fucking late as I was, my need to run seemed necessary, but unfortunately, my lack of motor coordination was stronger. Before I could stop myself, my body collided with the last person I needed to face right now.

Michael Fucking Newton.

"What the fuck?" he shouted as I crashed against this back, falling on the floor.

"Ouch! Look where you're walking!" Mike shouted, looking at me on the floor, surrounded by a mass of papers.

I couldn't look up. I knew what this would result in. And the only thing I wanted right now was to disappear.

I could hear the mass forming around us. I knew what they wanted. They wanted a fucking show. But I wasn't going to put up with that shit. Not today.

All I could do was try to get my things and try to run away from it. As I always did. As I always would do.

"Mike, cut it out!" I could hear my cousin Alice screaming. She seemed to be trying to take the position of my fairy god mother these days.

"So Weirdward, let's see how you will be now that your big brother isn't here to protect you anymore," Michael said, pushing me against a locker.

My music sheets were all over the floor, Michael's dirty sneakers over them. And all I could hear was the laughter and screams around us.

Maybe he was right. Emmett wasn't here anymore. I suppose being invisible did have some advantages.

I stood there, frozen against the locker, trying to think of a way to get out of here, but I couldn't find one.

"Newton, let him go," I heard Jasper's rough voice before even seeing him.

"Are you sure you wanna pick on that Whitlock?" Mike said, still pressing me against the locker with so much force that my shoulders were starting to hurt.

"Hell yeah," Jasper said, pushing Newton away from me.

"Pussy," Michael said, letting go of me and going back to his friends.

I knew that Jasper had a short temper, and that if he exploded things would get ugly.

"Jasper, let's go," I said, pushing him away from there and grabbing my things from the floor.

"I don't know why you put up with his shit, Edward," Jasper said, running a hand through his hair.

"Because I don't want a show," I said, putting my glasses back in place.

"You know that you can take that shit head down, man," he said, frustrated.

"I know that, but a fight would ruin my chances of Julliard," I said.

"What are you talking about? You are so already in that school," Jasper said.

"You don't know that," I said with a low voice.

"Dude," Jasper started saying.

"Later, man," I said, walking in direction of my Biology class.

That class was one of my best subjects. And the best part: I worked alone. I didn't need a lab partner, I knew that. Mr. Thomas knew that. The entire fucking class knew that. So they kept their distance and everything went fine.

I walked fast to my table at the end of the room, put my things on the table, grabbed my Ipod, plugged it in, caught my dirty half-written music sheets and waited for the class to start.

I was in the middle of Chopin 'Nocturne in C-sharp Minor' when I heard the door that was already closed opening one more time.

"Ms. Swan, I am glad you could join us, take your seat please," I heard Mr. Thomas saying to a girl.

And for some reason, I decided to look up, and for the very first time I thanked God I went to this place.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on. Pale skin, full lips, dark, wavy long hair. Perfection.

It lasted only one second, but it was enough to make every cell in my body vibrate.

I could feel her sweet perfume as she approached me.

I knew what that meant. This was the only empty spot. She would be my lab partner.

Oh. Fucking. Shit.

That was so not good.

How was I going to endure sitting next to this goddess who probably wouldn't even notice my meaningless existence?

I froze. I didn't know what to do. Did I introduce myself? Did I try to make small talk with her? Would she even try to know the old and plain Edward Cullen?

Why would she?

I was nothing but a mess. Just a geek. With my crazy weird hair. With big scary green eyes. Too tall and too skinny. Too unperfected.

She didn't belong with people like me.

She didn't belong in my world.

And just like that I decided it: for her it would be like I never existed.

I kept all my attention on the music sheet in front of me. I took my earplugs out, grabbed a pen, and started to write against the paper. It didn't mean anything, but she didn't need to know that. I made the action seem like the most interesting thing in the world.

I could feel her eyes burning my skin. But like I knew it would, her interest soon dissipated. And she turned her attention back to the class.

I could hear everything, every little breath she took, the sound of her legs crossing, the sound of the fabric of her skirt against her thighs. I kept my head down, staring at the empty paper. My dirty hands, full of paint, were now trembling and sweating.

For the very first time I didn't know what was happening to me.

I didn't plan this. I didn't want this.

My hands were against my worn out jeans, trying to contain myself from this need. Of her. I started biting my lip so hard it hurt. But pain was good. It kept me focused on what I should really be doing: trying to get this woman out of my head.

Anxiety was getting the best of me. I could hear the ticks of the clock against the wall. Counting the seconds until I could get the hell out of here.

I almost didn't hear it, but thank God for multi-tasking.

"The Krebs Cycle," I answered Mr. Thomas's question without looking at the paper.

"Well done," he said, going back to what he was saying before.

I could feel her eyes again on me. Before I could stop myself I was staring right back at her.

It could have been hours or just one second.

When green got lost in chocolate brown.

I could feel that pull.

Like my body needed her like it needs oxygen.

And that was all it took.

I knew in that moment that Ms. Swan would be the death of me if I let her.

I needed to get away from here, and fast.

Before she could say anything I was out the room.

I'd never run so fast away from this Hell.

That was the day I decided that I would do everything to stay away from her.

She didn't belong in my world.

And I am sure as hell didn´t belong to her.

After all,I was just the other Cullen.

A/N:And after too long I am back!

I am so sorry,but those past few months were terrible,and I had a major writers block!

But I am glad to say that now I am back!

Hope you all stay with me during this new jurney,I am sure will enjoy the ride!

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xoxo

C.