BPOV:
Forks freaking High School, or hell on earth, if you wanted to call it by its real name. I chose to move here to give my Mom her space with her new boytoy, Phil. I wouldn't really call it a choice, since I couldn't stand to be around them and all their mushy crap. Regardless of why I'm here, I'm here, and I hate it. All that changed the day I walked into Biology and found Alice Cullen sitting where Mike Newton usually sat. I stopped and stared for a moment before I found the words to ask her why she moved seats. I mean, why in the hell would Alice Cullen want to sit by ME?
"Oh, hi, Bella! I couldn't quite see the board from where I was sitting, and so I asked Mike to switch seats with me."
I understood now. She simply couldn't see the board, and it had nothing to do with wanting to sit by me. My heart dropped, and I felt stupid for even daring to hope.
As I was wallowing in my own (undeserved) self-pity, I realized I couldn't find yesterday's notes on genetics. After mentally berating myself, I gathered all my courage up and turned to Alice.
"Alice, I'm really sorry but I seem to have lost the notes from yesterday. Do you mind if I borrow them?"
Alice reached into her binder and pulled out the notes. As she went to hand them to me, our fingers brushed. God, her fingers were so cold! So why in the hell did she make the rest of my body warm up? Alice smiled, and I'm sure she must've noticed that I was blushing. I felt like my face was as red as a tomato. When Alice turned back to the lecture, I threw myself into copying her notes to keep from embarrassing myself even further. As the bell rang I handed her notes back to her and smiled, when she just kind of stared blankly, I hurried out of there.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. What makes YOU think that ALICE CULLEN wants anything to do with you? Look at you, and now look at her! She could have any girl she wanted. If she even likes girls! Since when do you even like girls? What the hell!" I kept beating myself up mentally all the way to the lunch room.
I walked over to the table I'd been sitting at lately with Eric, Angela, Jessica, and yes, Mike Newton, creepy though he is. As I sat down Jessica started gushing all over me about how she couldn't believe that a CULLEN sat by me in Bio. I mean, didn't I know anything about them? They never sat by ANYONE, or talked to ANYONE. Frankly, all her yammering was starting to give me a headache. I tried to help it, but I kept sneaking glances over towards Alice's table. Something about her just drew me in. Her brother, the one with the bronze hair, kept looking at me and smiling, and then looking at her. I knew they had to be talking about me. She's probably telling them how awful it is to sit by me. Fuck. What is it with me and this girl! Oh shit. She saw me looking at her. If there is a God, please, please let him strike me dead now. I turned back around just in time to see the whole table's eyes get bigger.
"Guys? What's the issue? Seen a ghost?" I tried to laugh it off, but as I turned around to see what they were staring at, I came face-to-face with Alice Cullen.