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AN: Sorry for the delayed update! I've been so busy writing the story that I haven't had time to post it! (BTW There's a competition for you in this chappie! :P The reviewer who can guess the title and artist of the song I use in this chapter, gets a one-shot with a vampire, or storyline of their choice! :D

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2. Surprises

I ALMOST FELL DOWN THE BENCH BECAUSE OF THE SHOCK I GOT. I LOOKED THROUGH THE WINDOW AGAIN AND I WAS STILL BEING STARED AT, ONLY THIS TIME THE PERSON LOOKED LIKE HE WAS TRYING NOT TO SMILE.

Me, almost falling down must have looked funny.

The person who starred at me was the most gorgeous I had ever seen. He had untidy bronze-colored hair and he had perfectly angular features with high cheekbones, a strong jaw line, a straight nose and full lips. He was also extremely tall, at least 6 feet or more, since he was taller than most of the others in the gym. Plus, his skin was extremely pale.

And, because he was still looking at me, I blushed and looked down.

"Is he looking at you?" Nicole asked me.

I couldn't help myself from looking through the window again. He was still starring at me but he now had some kind of curiosity in his eyes. I looked down again, blushing even more. "Um... I... Err..." I just answered. His stare made me extremely nervous. I took a deep breath, but lost my balance and fell down the bench. Luckily I landed on my feet before my knees trembled and I landed on my butt.

Nicole started to laugh very loudly. My little "stunt" had probably looked funny. I groaned. "I – think – he – did!" she said, with intervals – she didn't have enough air to say it all at once.

My eyes moved to the ground, and I felt how my cheeks were still warm from blushing. I didn't make any effort of getting up again.

"Don't worry. That's how everyone reacts around him," Nicole soothingly said. "But no one's been as funny as you!" she was laughing again.

"Nicole, don't! I was caught off guard, okay?"

"Sure you were." She had a certain glimpse in her eyes.

Groan. Sometimes Nicole was a little too positive and enthusiastic. Even more than I could be. "Can't we just head for lunch now? Or can I at least go..." I wasn't sure about the word, "...home?" I decided to use.

"Cafeteria. Now!" she said and pulled me with her.

I walked with her, thinking about what had just happened. How in the world could he make me react that way? Well, he had certainly taken me by surprise when he stared back, but what bugged me was that I never reacted that way when anybody ever stared at me. Especially not boys.

Who was this guy?

I was so consumed by my thoughts that Nicole had to wave her hand in front of my head to get me back to reality.

"Earth to Michelle! You there?" she asked me.

"Yeah. I was just wondering..."

"He makes everyone act like that you know."

I thought about it again. Who was he to make me trip like that? I wasn't usually clumsy.

"His name is Edward Cullen if you have to know," Nicole said. "Every girl here would die to get to be with him," she sighed. "But he doesn't date."

I noticed that she looked sad, which somehow made me smile. This Edward had an admirer in Nicole too.

"What are you laughing at? You like him too now!" Nicole answered back.

I blushed and mumbled, "I... um... I... don't date either..." My eyes moved to the ground. I hated talking about my deepest feelings and thoughts – it was embarrassing for me.

"What? Why would you do that?" Nicole's voice rose an octave but then she added, "My God! How could I forget? You're dating Chr––"

"We broke up," I interrupted her, before she could mention his name. I was avoiding the painful mental pictures I would remember. All I wanted was to forget the past and move on with my life. And that meant I had to get along without love. I had decided this after the breakup with my last boyfriend – my first boyfriend. I would never fall in love again.

I had been in love before him, but it had almost torn me apart and almost let me into depression. My first boyfriend was actually the first one; I had ever had a relationship with. One where I had been loved back. But after our breakup, I had decided never to let my heart feel any kind of pain again. I knew it couldn't take any more of it. One more time, and I would surely die of a broken heart.

"What? And you didn't tell me!" she looked as if she was hurt. Exactly that was why I hated keeping my thoughts to myself. But I couldn't help feeling embarrassed to talk about them either.

I sighed. "Have you ever experienced your heart breaking – time after time – until it couldn't take it anymore and screamed 'stop'?" Even to myself I sounded depressed.

This was one of the rare times my soul would come to the surface. And it hurt to talk about my feelings. Anyone in my place would say the same, if their heart had been broken at least a hundred times.

Actually only about twenty times or so, a sarcastic voice in my head corrected me. Okay, I knew I had exaggerated a bit, but it still hurt to think about how broken my heart really was. It almost felt like it had been broken a hundred times...

Nicole looked soothingly at me. "You know that's what friends are for. They listen," she gave me a hug and stroked my arm.

We stood like that a minute, until I felt how the rain began to drizzle.

"Wasn't I supposed to see the cafeteria?" I wanted her to forget about this. I hated looking vulnerable and weak. But that was exactly how my mind was. Pathetically vulnerable and weak.

"Sure thing. I was just thinking about what you said about your broken heart."

I wanted to groan. Why couldn't we just have a normal conversation about school or homework? Feelings weren't my favorite subject – especially my own feelings.

Nicole continued, since I didn't answer her, "You know I've broken my heart a few times too. I just want to help since I don't know what you've been through," she looked at me seriously. "And if you've decided to make love a taboo, I'm going to do everything I can to help you."

I couldn't help but to look surprised. This was exactly what I hadn't expected to come from her, but from my friend Larah back in Denmark. But Nicole was one of my closest friends – even though we had only "really" known each other for about six months. She accepted me as I was, only complaining when she needed to. That's what made her a real friend.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loudly ringing bell. I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Nicole looked at me. She looked confused by my sudden cheerful mood.

"I had almost forgotten how a school bell sounded," I told her.

She laughed. "Your school didn't have a bell at all, you know."

"It had before I went to High School," I smiled.

"Okay," she answered. "But we really should be heading for lunch."

When we got inside the cafeteria, I saw that it was not much different from my cafeteria in Denmark. It was just a room full of hungry teenagers.

Nicole started waving at somebody and then she dragged me towards a big table, where a lot more students were sitting than on other tables. "Hey everybody! This is Michelle. She's actually supposed to start next week, but I thought that I just wanted to introduce her." Nicole was much more extroverted than me – or at least I thought so – and introduced me with a smile.

Everyone at the table turned their heads toward me and said hi. I just waved at them. My voice had suddenly gone missing.

As we sat down, Nicole started introducing some of the closest sitting persons. She pointed towards a blonde guy, with a baby like face and said, "This is Mike. I have English with him, but that's not really important." Mike waved at me and I shyly managed to say, "Hi."

"And this is Jessica. We have Spanish together." Nicole pointed at a girl with wild dark curls. She didn't seem very tall. Jessica just smiled at me, before she returned to a conversation Nicole had interrupted.

Nicole then pointed at a shy-looking girl, whose hair was dark too. "This is Angela. We have Algebra together."

I smiled at Angela. "That's actually my name too," I told her.

"Really?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. I'm the female version of Michael Angelo." I felt how I began feeling more and more confident – but only a little bit.

Angela laughed and I did too. I was could feel that I was definitely going to like her.

Nicole continued to introduce. "And this is Eric. I have English with him too," she said and pointed at a boy with oil-black hair and skin problems.

"Hi," I just said.

Nicole introduced several other people, but I forgot their names as soon as she said them. After her introducing, conversation started forming around the table. I didn't want to interrupt anything, so I looked around in the cafeteria instead.

Luckily no one has bothered to ask me a million questions, I thought. Yet, another voice told me. I was still glancing around in the cafeteria when Nicole suddenly interrupted me.

"That wasn't that bad, was it?" she smiled.

"Surprisingly not," I teased and suddenly caught a glimpse of someone's bronze-colored hair. Nicole noticed this.

"So, I see you've noticed them," she playfully said.

"T–them?" There wasn't just Edward? I couldn't help but to be shocked. How could there be more than one perfect looking person?

And as I saw them all, I had to secretly pinch myself in the arm a couple of times to prove that I was not sleeping. At a table in the other end of the cafeteria, five absolutely perfect figures were sitting. One of them was Edward Cullen from the gym.

They were all extremely pale – even paler than me who couldn't get suntanned – and almost looked the same. But still they looked so different. The girls were total opposites. The blonde one was tall and mostly looked like a model from some kind of magazine. The other had short black hair which stood out to all sides. She was very small – probably a bit smaller than my 5.3 feet – and she was almost pixie-like. The boys didn't look like each other either. One was big and muscular with dark curly hair. He looked old enough to go to College. Another was tall and muscular too, but not as much as the one with curly hair. He had honey blonde hair and too looked like he didn't belong in High School either. The third boy, Edward, didn't look as old as the other two. He was more boyish and less muscular – and absolutely gorgeous.

None of them looked at anything; they just starred off into space.

"They're the Cullen and Hale family," Nicole said, bringing me back to reality.

"Which ones are the Cullens?" I asked curiously. I knew Edward was a Cullen, but I wanted to know the names of his siblings.

Suddenly Edward glanced at me. At first it had seemed like he just had heard his name spoken – and I wondered how he could have heard his name from such a distance – but when he saw me starring at him, he looked curious. I couldn't stop myself from blushing and immediately looked down.

"The big muscular one is Emmet Cullen and the blonde girl next to him is Rosalie Hale," Nicole started to explain. "The blonde boy is Jasper Hale – Rosalie's twin brother – and the little girl with black hair is Alice Cullen," she said. "And I guess you already know who the last one is," she smugly smiled. "Edward Cullen." her voice sounded like a cats purr.

"Nicole!" I blushed because of the way she said his name.

Jessica suddenly interrupted, "Nicole's right. He's a hunk," she smiled and her eyes suddenly looked as if she was deep in thought. "But they're all together. As in together together. Emmet and Rosalie and Jasper and Alice. And they live together." Her voice revealed some kind of dislike. But it was a little strange that they all lived together and were together at the same time. This would have been the cause of gossip too at my old school.

I looked over at their table again. Edward still looked towards me with interest. I looked away, blushing again. You promised, a voice in my head said. No more boys! But I couldn't stop myself from glancing at least onceat him again.

"They don't really look alike," I suddenly said, moving my gaze towards my own table. I felt some kind of urge to know more about them, it was a little creepy. But they were mysterious – which was enough itself to interest me – and it was enough to get me curious. Especially because Edward was still starring at me.

You're an idiot, I told myself. I really didn't need to be so curious about him.

"No. They're not even related. They're all foster children of Dr. Cullen and his wife," Nicole answered.

"It's probably because she can't even have children herself," Jessica said, her voice full of contempt. She probably didn't like the idea of them dating and living in the same house. I didn't see the problem in that. As long as they weren't related, it didn't bother me.

"They look a little too old to be foster children," I noted, ignoring Jessica's harsh comment.

"Well, they are now," Nicole answered. "But they've been with Doctor Cullen since they were kids." she suddenly looked eager bout something. "And maybe Dr. Cullen will adopt me one day. Then I might get a boyfriend," her voice was teasing. She probably hoped to get with Edward. I laughed.

"But they live together!" Jessica protested.

Nicole started arguing with her and I didn't want to interrupt them, so I looked towards the Cullen's and Hale's again. I suddenly noticed that their names weren't actually really popular anymore. The last time I'd heard the name Edward, was when I read "Sense and Sensibility" a week ago. Edward still looked towards my table, but his stare was more intense. As if he was concentrating hard on something.

"What about Edward? Isn't he with somebody?" I already knew that he didn't date, but I somehow wanted to know the details. In that moment I hated myself for being extremely curious – and that I sometimes didn't think before I said something.

Nicole and Jessica stopped arguing and both looked at me. Suddenly Jessica laughed. "No. But every girl in school who's not dating would wish they were with him," she said, interest clear in her voice. "But he's gorgeous right?"

I saw Edward turning his head away. It was as if he was laughing about something. His siblings were still staring into nowhere.

"Yes, you're right," I said with an indifferent voice, but my gaze was again resting on the Cullen's and Hale's. Edward looked in my direction again, but this time with a very strange look in his eyes.

And then Jessica said something that brought my gaze back to my own table. "Yes! He's an absolute hunk!" she started. "But don't waste your time on him. He doesn't even date." even though her words were kindly meant I could see in her eyes that she wanted him all to herself.

He's all yours. I had already said my goodbyes to boys and love, but that was none of her business. And I already know that he doesn't date, thank you very much. I wanted to sigh. "I wasn't planning to anyway," I friendly told her. She looked pleased by the thought and I decided to look one last time at a certain table.

Edward was still glancing in this direction, but this time I let his eyes meet mine. It was as if he tried to find out about something. He looked so concentrated! If only one could read minds! I thought, and saw a smile forming on Edward's lips. But as fast as his smile had come it vanished, and I focused on my own table again.

Nicole looked at her wrist watch and exclaimed, "God! The hour's almost over! Michelle we should get going if we're ever going to get time to unpack your trunk." She deliberately didn't say trunks, which I appreciated. I said my goodbyes and got out of my seat. But Nicole clearly had other plans. "I didn't say that we were ready to leave," her voice was sly. My eyes widened.

"Nicole I'm begging you. No!" I started to blush tomato red at the thought of what she wanted me to do. And I was not going to let her push me to do it.

"Come on please! Just one little number?" she pleaded and made her doggy-eyes.

"Nicole!" I felt how my face turned even hotter and I started shaking. A conflict was building up inside of me. Every time someone asked me to sing I always objected, but secretly I really wanted to. That was why I started shaking.

"Come on! Just one little song?" the rest of the table started joining in pleading.

Oh God! When will this nightmare end?

I took a deep breath and started singing the song I knew I could sing the best:

"Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she precious?

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love

"Isn't she pretty?

Truly the angel's best

Boy I'm so happy

We have been heaven blessed

I can't believe what God has done

Through us he's given life to one

But isn't she lovely made from love

"Isn't she lovely?

Life and love are the same

Life is Aïcha

The meaning of her name

Londie, it could have not been done

Without you who conceived the one

That's so very lovely made from love."

When I finished, the table brook into applause, and I blushed even more. I could feel how I was still shaking and my mouth was dry. A really bad combination. I suddenly noticed that more and more people in the cafeteria started looking at me and the table I had been sitting at. They probably wanted to know what had happened. I blushed even more, and my gaze couldn't stop following my thoughts. What were the five extraordinary beautiful people thinking?

I saw that they all looked at me – more or less amazed – before they looked away again. Everyone except two of them. The black haired girl looked friendly and amazed at me, but it was nothing against how her brother Edward Cullen was starring. He looked like one who had just heard an angel sing.

I looked away, smiling.

Angel's my middle name was my last thought before Nicole started dragging me out of the cafeteria and out into her car.


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Minnie :D