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On Monday morning, something was very different at Forks High school. First of all, it was raining harder than usual, and puddles populated the parking lot. Second, a silver Volvo claimed a spot next to a red convertible and large jeep. My heart was beating rapidly as I walked in the school.

At lunch, there he was, sitting with his family. I constantly looked back at him. His face and eyes seemed much brighter than last week. He was smiling and talking with the others at the table. My next class was what I longed to go to. Although nervous about sitting next to him again, I knew that I had to ask about his absence. After lunch, I walked slowly into the classroom and saw him. I took an unnecessary breath and took my seat next to him.

"Hello." His angelic voice sounded cautious but polite. "I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to introduce myself, I'm Trent Cullen. You're Gwen Swan?" I looked at him, absolutely stunned that he was talking to me. He was speaking to me with such kindness, that I was starting to think that the horrid behavior that he first shown me was made up.

"How do you know my name?" I asked like an idiot. He smiled sweetly, and I almost fell out of my chair.

"I think everyone knows your name. The whole town has been waiting for you to arrive." Well that's splendid. I thought. I shook my head.

"I mean, how did you know to call me Gwen?" He frowned worriedly.

"Do you prefer Gwendolyn?" He asked.

"No," I started. "I like Gwen; it's just that my dad introduces me as Gwendolyn, so I thought that's what everyone knew me as." I finished.

"Oh." He said, looking back at his textbook. I bit my lip. My mind snapped and I remember what I had wanted to confront him about.

"You were gone." I said. "All of last week." His eyes widened and he looked taken aback.

"Yeah… I was out of town. Personal reasons. I just got back yesterday." That didn't make me feel too much better. I still had my suspicions, but it was enough.

During all of the class, he would ask questions, and I would answer them. It was the longest conversation I have had with anybody since I arrived in Forks. Many were general, many were personal. He asked why I had come to Forks if I didn't like it here. Why I didn't like the rain. About my mom and Ryan and Chris. Why I liked to be alone. It seemed as if he wanted to know every little thing about me. We eventually found ourselves walking down the hall to our next class. Throughout the entire conversation, I could not take my gaze away from his eyes. They seemed so different from when I last saw him. I had to ask.

"Did you get contacts?" I blurted out. He seemed confused.

"No."

"Your eyes are so much lighter than last week; I swear that that they were black." He put his hands in his pockets and tried to say something, but ended up walking away. I stared after him, feeling terribly confused.

As the day came to an end, I thought about my conversation with Trent Cullen. I was walking out to my truck; puddles infested my feet. I placed my bag on my truck and glanced behind me. Trent was leaning against his Volvo. His hard and memorable eyes stared at me. I shared his stare, when a sickening sound brought me back to the world. The screeching of tires on the black top reached my ears, and I turned quickly to see Tyler and his van spinning uncontrollably towards me. I couldn't order my legs to move. It was too late now. As the van cornered towards me, I felt a strong arm grab me and pull me down. The other hand stopped the van and it came to a rough halt. I was breathing hard and shakily. My eyes followed the hand up to the face. I took another shaky breath when I saw who it was. Trent stared back at me. He looked shocked. His eyes lingered in mine for a short period. People began to gather around the car. Trent let go of my waist, and left the scene quickly. Cody ran to my side.

"Gwen!" He said frantically. "Gwen are you okay?" Tyler stumbled out of his van.

"Gwen, I-I'm so sorry, I tried to stop." I looked over across the lot at the Cullens. Courtney was closing her eyes and shaking her head angrily. She got into her car and turned on the engine. Duncan jumped in the back seat of her car and put his hands on her shoulders. She noisily drove away. Izzy and Noah looked warily at each other as they got into the jeep. As I watched them drive away, people continued to crowd around me. I heard their voices, but not what they were saying. I was only aware of one thing. Trent had stopped the van; with his bare hand.

Sitting in the emergency room was giving me a headache. I had Chris on one side of me, nagging about how I could have been killed, and Tyler on the other side apologizing nonstop. My head was about to explode from frustration, when a very handsome man strode into the room. He had light colored hair and an amazing bright face. His other features matched those of the Cullens. (A/N In this story, you can imagine that he looks like Duncan's parole officer XD)

"Hello Gwendolyn," The doctor spoke. "I'm Dr. Cullen; it's a pleasure to meet you. Though I wish it were not in these circumstances." He smiled. "How are you feeling?" I decided to challenge him.

"Great," I started. "But I would have been crushed if Trent hadn't been there. He came so fast; he was nowhere near me." Dr. Cullen looked up from his clipboard.

"I suppose you were very lucky then." He said. Chris grabbed my coat and told me to wait outside in the hallway.

"Are you sure she's al-"I shut the door loudly. I was frustrated that I couldn't get anything out of Dr. Good Looking . As I walked quietly down the hallway, I saw Trent and Courtney talking at the end of the hall. I hid behind the corner wall, trying to catch their muffled voices.

"I couldn't just let her get hit by a van." I heard Trent say harshly. Courtney's voice was so much harsher that it made me wince.

"This isn't only about you Trent, this is about all of us." I listened more closely to catch what she was saying. She continued.

"Do you realize how many people were there? Don't you think that you may have shown them a little too much?" Trent was about to argue when he saw me. So much for eavesdropping. Courtney turned around also. Her face was still beautiful, even when she sneered. Trent glanced back at her and began to come to me. Courtney huffed and walked away. Trent stopped in front of me.

"What?" He asked a little too rushed. His expression was hard. I returned the same glare.

"You know exactly 'what'." I half whispered. He sighed.

"Gwen, I was right next to you." He seemed insistent. But I wasn't buying any of it. My eyes narrowed.

"You stopped the van. With your hand." I said. Trent set his mouth in a hard line.

"Well nobody is going to believe you."

"I wasn't going to tell anybody." I said sincerely. "I just want to know."

"Then I hope you enjoy disappointment." He walked away quickly, and I set my jaw. I knew Trent was hiding something from me. I knew what I saw. And I was not crazy.

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