It turned out that Rosalie Hale is a popular girl. I should have known it since we first met. She looked like a lingerie model because her body is amazingly beautiful with honey-colored skin and blonde hair. Rose likes to hang out with her popular friends. I've met a number of them, but I think only Alice might be a little suited to me.

I tried to visit the campus library. The place I love most in the world is the library. I fell in love with the sound of a book blown in the wind, falling in love with the smell of a new book.

I looked enthusiastically at every shelf in the library. History, chemistry, literature. I found everything here. I took one of the literary books and sat a little away from the other library visitors. 'DON'T MAKE NOISE' posters are stuck as far as the eye can see.

My hand grabbed the smartphone that my mother gave me when I'm officially a college girl, turned on some slow tempo songs and listened to them through handsfree while reading.

It seemed like only thirty minutes I sat in the library chair while reading a very interesting book, but when I lifted my face, and looked at the watch wrapped in the wrist, it turned out I had spent almost two hours. I swore softly. The seat next to me was pulled and it attracted my attention. I glanced at the man wearing a plain white shirt next to me. His shirt sleeve was slightly rolled up. He brought a book titled To Kill a Mockingbird.

Without realizing both of my lips opened, uttering the title of the book in the man's grasp, made him turn around. With a red face I covered my mouth with my palm and gave him an apologetic look.

I didn't expect him to laugh.

"Do you know this book too?" With a doubt and my face still flushed I nodded, removing the palm of my hand from my mouth. "Have you read it?"

I nodded again. He mumbled "wow ..." and turned his chair so that we both sat face to face at this time. "What do you think of the book?" Did this stranger just ask my opinion about the book he was holding?

I doubtfully answered the question, giving my opinion about the book. "So, well... I agree that Harper Lee is said to be an extraordinary writer. And I also agree that this book ranks first in the list of books to read."

The stranger next to me looked amazed. He smiled then put his book on the table and clapped his hands slowly then, "what's your name, Miss?"

Name? He just asked my name? Oh, beaver tail! Without hesitation I mentioned the name though in a low voice. He repeated my name, said his own name afterwards. "Edward Cullen," and the sentence he said afterwards made me feel that there's a very big hole that was swallowing me alive right now. "See you in my class, then..." And he leaves. Go. With a soft laugh escaped his lips and the book in his grasp. Leaving me back to cover my face with my palm.

I didn't ask about Edward Cullen to Rosalie or Alice. They followed me to the library, and because they were too noisy, I took them out of the library and we're siting in the backyard of the campus. Rosalie brought some snacks that she got free of charge from the seniors who chased her. With a little guilt for that senior, I eat the snacks offered by Rosalie.

"Look at Riley Biers..." Alice pointing forward with her chin made Rosalie and I look away at the dark brown-haired guy who was warming up by stretching his arms wide. He wore a navy sport suit and on his arm was a tattoo with the words 'agape.'

"What's with his arm?" I asked while taking the grapes offered by Rose.

Alice and Rose laughed softly, both of them glancing at me. "He is famous for breaking the heart of any girl." Alice drink the disgusting vegetable juice from the bottle, then tasted her tongue. "Riley is an architectural student, three levels above us."

"Is making a tattoo in an easily visible place not prohibited here?" I should have known what the answer was, but I was still desperate to ask. My class starts at one o'clock in the afternoon and only lasts three hours. I sat in the back seat, sketching in a drawing book while waiting for the others to come.

At five past one, when all the chairs were filled with students, our classroom door opened from the outside and I lifted my face, looking away reluctantly from the drawing book. The first thing I saw when the classroom door was opened and closed again was brownish hair and a plain shirt... I dropped my pencil and sketchbook. Eric, who was sitting next to me, raised his face, looking curiously at me.

Edward Cullen stood in front of the class after placing several stack of books on the table. His hands folded, his shirt sleeves rolled like when we first met in the library. He looked at his class as a whole, from the bottom up, and I swear, he lingered a little at me. In fact, it seems, the corners of his lips twitch. My face must be flushed like Renee's favorite boiled lobster at this time!

Edrwad took the student attendance list and began calling one by one, starting with the name Angela. Every now and then he stopped to look a little long at the owner of the name he just mentioned, occasionally giving jokes, and when he called my name, I saw him smile and then looked back at me. My hands were a little trembling as they stretched out in the air, sadly bowed down not daring to look at him for too long.

I can hear him laughing.

Edward started his first class to give a brief introduction. He explained some trivial things, mentioning whoever his favorite world writer, answered a number of questions that were asked for him.

Without notice three hours passed. This is the shortest yet longest class for me. The sound of the chairs being shifted and the objects put back into the bag made me blink.

I followed Eric, put the dictate in my bag and let the others walk out of the classroom first. I became the last to reach the door of the class. My legs just stepped past the doorway when Edward called my name, making me stop at the door.

"What about today's class?" He tried to be friendly. Edward had cleared only a few things and carried them in one hand. He is standing right in front of me right now.

"Good," I tried to answer the question as normally as possible with a polite smile. "You brought the class very well," I added.

Edward frowned. What is wrong? Is there something wrong? I frowned, trying to ask where the error was from my sentence. And he replied, "I don't like using formal language when the class is over. You can just called me by my name..." If this is a scene in a comic or romance drama that I often read in literary novels, I can be sure, I will drop my jaw right now.