Twenty- four, I'd counted the pearly, white stars on my ceiling that night at least twenty times, sleep was evading me tonight. The stars on my ceiling made me feel closer to the world somehow, most people were so busy with everyday life they never stopped to take the time to just glare at the stars. To just witness the beauty of nature, so having some, artificial even, displayed on my bedroom ceiling to see every night before bed made up for the busyness of life I felt. Maybe it was because of Edward..Wait what, why would it be because of him? Why would that thought even cross my mind? Could it have been the way his eyes seared me to the core everytime he'd set them on me today? Or perhaps it was the shiver that ran through my entire body when his icy hands grazed my cheek, moving a lock of my hair behind my ear for me at the end of the day? Were those the reasons I was awake in bed counting stars over and over? Was he?

My mind went to the rather awkward conversation we had at the end of the day when he surprised me by being in my seventh period class. He had been persistant on talking to me so I gave in and engaged in the conversation with him. He'd seemed extremely interested in my life before I came here and surprisingly had not heard of me or my family, I was surprised by how much I liked that particular detail, his lack of knowledge or preconceived assumption about who I was. That was one thing that always irritated me, especially when coming down here to spend a few weeks here and there. My family was loaded yes, sure they owned half of everything surrounding Sporks, but did that define me? To most it did apparantly. First impressions were not the easiest thing to overcome, and yet my first impressions of Edward were completely opposite of the person who chatted with me today. I couldn't figure him out, even as we talked this afternoon, his face would drop briefly as though he were struggling with something and then as qiuck as it would drop his dazzeling smile would return. His smile seemed to be a concentrated effort now that I thought about. I hadn't really thought anything of his posture towards me the entire time, leaning away being careful not to touch me accidentlly. And then, as if a compulsion, his hand had shot out to brush the hair from my face stinging my cheek with the coldness of it. I was suddenly enthralled with the evolving mystery that was Edward Cullen. What would it be like to be loved by Edward, to be wanted by Edward? His face was the last imagine I'd seen before I drifted off into sleep.

I was awaken again by the curtain that I specifically closed before I laid in bed for this very reason! Damn it, the sun had shone right in my eyes waking me before my alarm again! "Ughhh, why is that damn curtain open again!" I was not in a good mood this morning. I'd been up most of the night and then was deprived of at least another four-five minutes of sleep. I rolled out bed not ready to start the day, I would need a strong cup of coffee this morning, at least it was friday though I had the weekend to look forward to at least. I strolled into the kitchen about twenty minutes later surprised to find my mother there, I hadn't seen much of her since we moved here, running an empire and all tended to keep one busy I suppose. She had a spread laid out on the counter, eggs, sausage, pancakes the works. Was she attempting to be a mother now of all times?

"What are you doing up cooking so early Rene?"

I saw the frown on her face without even looking at her she always hated when I called her Rene.

"Good morning to you to Isabella. I just thought you might want to have breakfast together. Listen honey I know I've been busy lately, but with the divorce I've..."

"Let me stop you right there, I don't eat breakfast Rene, if you were around more often you'd know all I have in the mornings is coffee."

With that I grabbed my to go cup, poured the hot coffee the steam emitting that wonderous aroma of coffee beans that I so loved. I was out the door before any other words were spoken. I wasn't in the mood to rehash our family issues, they would be there waiting. There was a chill in the air this morning, it stung my nostrils as i stepped out, waking me up fully. I loved the crisp morning air it was different, I didn't like mornings but the morning air I loved.

The parking lot was only halfway full when I'd arrived, I'd been in such a rush to get out the door this morning I didn't even realize I'd left earlier than usual. I parked and stepped out and was immediately greeted by the sight of Mike walking towards me a smile splayed largely across his mascualine face. I hadn't expected someone to catch my eye so soon upon arriving here, two people at that. The straight forward boy next door, and the mysterious Edward. I just loved the way the sun seemed to dance in his spiked hair, I couldn't help the smile that found me at the sight of him.

"Good morning beautiful." His smile was genuine as he stared at me.

"Your persistant aren't you."

"What can I say, when I see something I want I'm gonna get."

"Ah is that so, persistant and arrogant. I guess it's safe to assume I'm the target in your cross hairs this time."

His face turned serious then as he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch my face. I was sure I knew what was coming next the only question was whether or not I wanted to let it happen now. I didn't have to decide right now luckily. A silver challenger with a black stripe running along it had come roaring up the spot next to us distracting Mike, he stepped back sighing, something told me he knew who was driving the car. I stepped back to admire the custom rims on it for a second, I had almost gotten a challenger before I'd gone with my convertible, so it was safe to say I liked the car.

The door opened and Edward stepped out, he was stunning in all black his black shades gracing his wonderous face. I was practically drooling over him, if I'd been taken aback by Mike for a second early it was nothing compared to my awestruck demeanor now as Edward stood before us. How was it possible someone that looked like him existed? I could see his carefully chiesled abs beneath the tight black shirt that seemed to hug his every muscle, his broad shoulders sprouted nicely toned arms not too big but just the right size. I didn't care much for overly muscled guys, I prefered tone, and above all

"Good morning Bells." It took me a second to realize he was talking to me, the rage I'd felt towards him only a few short days ago no longer existed, he'd successfully managed to charm his way into my good graces, for the moment. I couldn't let him know that though.

"Edward." The indifference in my voice didn't seem to phase him.

"Your looking exceptionally well this morning." He took a step closer making it clear he wasn't going anywhere yet. "Mike, how ya doing, mind if I have a word with Bells here?"

Mike rolled his eyes, something told me Mike and Edward weren't too fond of one another. "I'll see you in a few Izzy." He made sure to enuciate Izzy, guess he didn't like that Edward had come up with his own nickname for me, I actually didn't mind it though.

"You've been here a couple of weeks and Newton's your new puppy already?"

"One of many if you must know."

"Hahah is that so, I wouldn't doubt it, am I about to be lumped in with that group?"

"You should be so lucky." I couldn't believe I was able to be my usual scandalous self around the god that was Edward, I was grateful I was only melting for him internally. We'd begun our walk into the school as the bell rang, I could feel all the eyes in the parking lot on us. I guess it would be a surprise to see the one guy in school who had a reputation for being snobby and stuck up actually giving someone the time of day. I saw Mike on our way in talking with Jessica who was also staring shamelessly, he did not look too happy. I gave him a wink and kept walking, I kinda liked Mike too there was no denying that. Edward and Mike seemed to be polar opposites in every way. Things were starting to get interesting in Sporks.