Hi guys!

How many months has it been?

I don't know, but way too many!

I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in the past few months but Unfortunately I was just too busy with school... mainly with life.

I can't promise you that I will update weekly but I promise to finish this story before 2016 ( or it may be my New year's resolution ;) ).

Thank you for your support. Those who did review or follow me know who I am addressing.

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Love,

Exceptionaldork xxx

P.S: I have this story planned out but if you would like to make any suggestions,please do so!

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight.

I just borrowed the whole story, stole the characters and changed the plot.

The rest belongs to Stephenie Meyer. :)

Preamble

By the time it was lunch time, the discussions and rumours about the new boy had still not died down.

Almost all of the girls were speculating on the reason for his move to tedious Forks. Some supposed that he had moved here after he had been expelled from his former school. On the other hand, Jessica Stanley and her group of friends believed that he had come to see a dying relative. Usually most people would not have believed her but she claimed that her mother, who worked as a nurse at the only hospital in Forks, had seen a "handsome young man" occasionally entering the hospital last week.

Of course, I did not believe any of these speculations.

The boy, who I failed to keep out of my mind, did not seem to match any of the descriptions.

I could not imagine him as a rebel or a 'bad boy'. Even though he had shied away from me, I had seen the kindness and vulnerability in his eyes. All these insightful emotions had quickly been concealed by his oversized baseball cap.

I wish he could have at least spared me a look, so that he could see that I was different. That I didn't want to find out his deepest secrets, but to get to know him.

Couldn't he see that?

Stupid Bella, I chided myself. Had I forgotten so quickly that he hadn't spared a single glance at me?!

Stupid, stupid, stupid...

"Bella?" Rosalie asked with a concerned look on her face.

I looked up from the untouched food on my tray and noticed that everyone at the table had stopped talking and was looking at me.

Blushing, I realized that they must have heard me murmuring to myself.

"I... I'm fine, Rosalie," I hastily uttered, trying to avoid her gaze

Nevertheless, she caught my eye and threw me a look mixed with both concern and mockery.

I mimicked her and she silently laughed as she saw my grimace.

"Anyways," Tanya said aloud, interrupting our silent conversation.

Rosalie and I had been too engaged in the exchange between us to notice Tanya's arrival.

"I would like to introduce somebody."

Only then did I look up.

Tanya was smiling mysteriously. Her body was angled in a way that made it impossible for the people at our table to see what was behind her. I was about to stand up so that I could see what it was but Tanya warned me with an irritated look in my direction.

I was surprised to find myself sitting back down. I laughed at myself and scolded myself for being scared of a girl that was so petite yet managed to control me.

At last, she pulled somebody from behind her.

Cream-coloured pullover.

Emerald eyes.

Bronze, unruly hair.

Hint of red.

Gasping, I realized that it was him.

"This is Edward."

He held his baseball cap in his hand, allowing his uncontrollable hair to run wild.

It was more of an auburn colour and was, just like the first time I saw him, in a casual disarray.

His eyes were travelling around the room and tried to take in as many faces as possible. They lasted on mine for a second longer before moving to the others.

My heart sped up as his shining, emerald eyes gazed into mine.

They were searching, yet I did not know for what.

"Welcome, Edward," Rosalie cheerfully announced.

His eyes skimmed over her before he nodded with a small, polite smile.

"How do you know each other?" She questioned.

I was glad Rosalie was sitting at this table; she was the only one that was brave enough to ask the question that no one else dared to raise.

Edward hastily looked away and played with his fingers, ignoring the question.

I tried to gaze into his eyes but he did not dare to look up, preventing me from seeing what he felt.

Instead, Tanya was the one to answer.

"He's ..."

Don't you love cliffhangers?