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Chapter three- Zack Cullen

IPOV

I decided to go to school. After arguing with Jack, who pulled the 'Your sick' card again, I was enrolled at Forks High School. I started today. Honestly I was glad that Jack didn't know why I was sick. He might run away from me, he was now my second friend in the whole world. I just wanted to spend my last two months living a normal life if I didn't find Edward.

I still had dark circles under my eyes so I decided to use cover-up to make them less noticeable. I also put on some black eyeliner to add a little spice. I was still skinner than I should be so I wore a baggy black hoodie and baggy jeans, and for shoes I wore red chucks. When I was done you could barely tell that I was sick.

Jack dropped me off at school. I can't drive myself because we only had one car and he needed it, besides, I didn't have a license.

I walked to the front office and a lady with reddish colored hair and thick glasses smiled at me.

"May I help you?" She asked.

"Yeah. I'm Elizabeth Mason. I'm new." I said.

"Yes. Here is your schedule, and here is a map of the school. Have you teachers sign your schedule and turn it in back here at the end of the day." She handed me two pieces of paper and smiled at me. "Have a nice day."

"Thank you." I didn't even try to smile. I knew it wouldn't be real so why even try.

I waked to my first class. The school was made up of building so I wasn't walking threw hall and it was raining. My first class was in building 1, History.

I walked in to the building as other students were. I gave the teacher my schedule. He signed it and pointed me to a desk three rows back next to a girl with black hair, glasses, and really bad acne, and on the other side was a very good looking boy with black messy hair and the most perfect blue eyes. The boy just stared off into space like he didn't need to know what the teacher was talking about. He also had the palest skin I have ever seen, it was even paler then mine.

I walked to my seat and like I had called his name, which I didn't know, he snapped his head around to look at me. His eyes seemed to flash a different color, like a goldish color or something. Then he turned his head to look into space again.

What was that about? I asked my self.

I didn't dwell on it too long because the teacher began the lesson. It was on the French revolution. I had learned all about this when I was in Italy so I just ignored the teacher and thought about how I was going to find Edward.

When class was over a boy came up to me. He had long brown hair like a skater and dark chocolate brown eyes.

"I'm Max Parker." He said.

"Hi. I'm Elizabeth Mason." He seemed nice enough so I decided to give him a small fake smile. It was more then I had given anyone in along time. He should be happy.

"What class do you have next?" Max asked.

"Italian 101." I was walking out of the room and he followed.

"Me too. You want to walk together?" he asked.

"Yeah." I mean what do I say? No? We were going the same way so I just made since to walk together. He didn't even have to ask.

We got to second class and I didn't even listen to Max half the time. I was mostly thinking of the boy I sat next to in History. I swear that his eyes changed to gold even for a split second.

I gave the teacher my schedule. She looked at it and smiled at me.

"Welcome to Forks high. I'm Mrs. Nelson." She stood up and I already had the feeling that I was going to hate this teacher. "Class this is Elizabeth Mason. Please help her adjust to this class." She smiled at me and when I didn't smile back she looked around the class. "You can sit next to Mr. Zack Cullen." Who was Mr. Zack Cullen? You guessed it. The black hair, blue/gold eyed wonder.

He looked at me for like a second. And in that second it looked like he was worried. I walked over to my desk and sat down next to him. I wanted to know what was wrong. For some odd reason I didn't want him to hate me.

"Hey." I said. He just looked at me and nodded. "Can you talk?" I asked. He nodded again. "Ok. Do you not like me or something? If I did something wrong tell me. Which I seriously dot I did something wrong because this was my first day at school." And again he nodded.

I was about to say something else but the teacher called my name. She wanted me to answer a question.

"Can you repeat the question please?" I asked. I wasn't embarrassed. I was clumsy at times, but I didn't blush often.

"Yes. What dose Bella mean in Italian?" she asked.

"Bella means beautiful." I know, I know it's not fair to the others that I actually am Italian but still they should know that.

"Very good." Then she started to talk to the class again and I zoned out into my own little world again.

Third class Biology was boring. Max had that class with me and he decided to walk with me again. I knew everything in that class as well so again I just zoned out. Fourth class Calculus was the same.

Now it was lunch and I was in line to get some pizza when I noticed something. Zack was eating alone. I thought he would be sitting with a group of friends or something. But he was alone.

I paid for my lunch and walked over to sit in front of him. As soon as I sat down he stiffened.

"Hey." I said

No answer.

"Quest'uomo ragazzo an idiota" I said in Italian. (Don't be mad if I'm wrong. I don't know Italian and when I searched on the Internet this is hat I got. I said 'This boys an idiot')

He looked at me and started to laugh. I gasped.

"You didn't?" I was worried he understood.

"Yes I did." He said nodding and laughing at the same time.

I was speechless. I mean I didn't say anything bad but I didn't want him to know I was calling him an idiot.

"Sorry." I said blushing. I was blushing. That was like the most emotion I have shown since forever.

"It's ok. Your face was quite funny." He said smiling. His voice was like bells. I loved it. "So you name is Elizabeth?" I nodded. "Where are you from?"

"Italy." I said still blushing a little.

"Elizabeth is not Italian." He said.

"Yeah I know. It's Greek. My mom really liked the way Elizabeth Anne Mason sounded I guess. I reminds me of my great uncle's name." I don't know why I'm telling him all this. I mean we just met. But I felt like I could tell him anything.

"And what name would that be?"

"Edward Anthony Mason." As soon as I said the name Zack went stiff. His eyes did that little flashing thing when they went from blue to gold. "What?"

He just shook his head.

"And I thought we had made progress from the head nodding and shaking." I sighed.

He smiled and I smiled back. Wait… I smiled? Wow. It felt good to smile.

"Sorry. I just know someone with the same name. But I don't think your talking about him."

"Well if he's not a vampire probably not." I said so low so that he couldn't hear. Well I thought that he couldn't hear.

"What did you say?" Zack asked.

"Nothing." I looked down and was about to take a bite of my pizza when a cold hand grabbed my chin. One second I was looking at cheese pizza, the next I was looking at Zack's gold eyes.

"What did you say?" He half growled at me. He looked really scary.

"I said 'Well if he's not a vampire probably not.'" I said. I didn't want him to be even madder at me. He might get even scarier. So I decided to answer any question he asked me.

"How do you know about vampires?" He was still mad.

"My mom was half vampire/ half human. I'm Quarter vampire." I looked around the room and every one was looking at us. They couldn't hear us, but they could see us. "Everyone is looking at us."

"That's not good." Then he looked deep in thought for a second. Then he kissed me. It wasn't a peak on the lips. It was a full on tong action kiss. It was the best kiss of my life. Well it was the only kiss of my life, and possibly the last, but so the best.

It was over to soon.

"Get up from the table and throw your lunch away. Then walk back over to my side of the table. I did as he told me to. When I got back to his side of the table he got up and put his arm around my shoulders. "Follow me."

He lead me outside over to a Silver Volvo.

"Nice car." I noted. I wasn't scared anymore. But I did feel like I needed to be.

"It's my brothers."

"It's still nice." He opened the passenger door for me. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"To talk to my family." Was all he said as he pushed me into the car.

Why did we need to see his family? Why did it matter? What did I say to make him want me to go see his family? Last question. What the HELL is going on?