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I had no idea where that burst of confidence had come from the day Bella almost got hit by a car. I should be terrified of Edward, and the way he moved so quickly, the way the metal of the car seemed like paper beneath his fingers as he crumpled it. He saved her life, but did so with inhuman abilities. I should be so afraid, I should run the other direction whenever I see him, but I couldn't help but feel comfort knowing he was in at least some ways like me. Maybe I had imagined it, maybe I wanted to believe that I had gotten into his mind and he spoke to me through it. Maybe I have been hallucinating everything that has happened in this dreary town so far. I wanted to hold on to a shred of hope that I was sane, that everything was happening and that I was special, but why now? Why did all of this begin to happen so suddenly? In the past sixteen years of my existence, why wasn't I able to read minds before? What was so special about Forks, Washington?

I shut down my gift when I got home. It was too exhausting listening to thoughts all the time, and honestly I didn't feel like listening to what my parents thought about. Especially if I encountered something of them thinking about one another. I shuddered at the thought.

"How was your first day?" My dad asked me, and I laughed. Oh dad, if only you knew. "It was wonderful, made some great friends, but they didn't hold out on the homework, I'll be in my room," I said and rushed up the stairs to my bedroom. Truth be told, I did all my homework in my final class, which was luckily for me study hall. I needed to research during this alone time, and figure out what the hell was going on with me. And Edward. He obviously knew how his gifts worked, he quickly tapped into them, or however he used them, and saved Bella.

At first I made generic searches on google, telepathy, mind reading, etc. Some people swore up and down that they could read minds, others said they were insane. It was so divided I decided to focus on Edward. Super strength, super speed, extraordinary mind skills". Clark Kent showed up several times, other super heroes and villains graced the page, and I clicked through several pages of google, until something caught my eye. I clicked the article, and skimmed the page.

He was ice cold when I touched him and his eyes were bright red. Just like my dream. I pressed on. He moved at an insane speed and his strength was uncanny. He looked completely normal in the cloud covered area, but when the sunlight touched his skin it turned a irresistible shimmering color. I thought he was going to kill me, but instead he raced past me and grabbed an unsuspecting deer. I swear the deer looked like it went pale- he was drinking it's blood. When he looked back at me his eyes were a deep blackish gold color and then he was gone. I never believed in supernatural things, but this guy... He was a vampire.

I laughed out loud. A vampire? I clicked the x on the screen and pushed the thought out of my mind. There was no way. He didn't look anything like Dracula or any other vampire character I had seen in the movies. I probably just needed a good nights sleep and think of the logical and rational explanations for what happened with Bella and Edward. Or maybe, I could even talk to her about it.

The next morning proved to be interesting. I was regretting math class being my first class now, it meant I had to face Edward a lot sooner than I had wished. The bell rang as I walked in, and saw the only empty desk in front of Edward. Shit. I lifted my head and walked to the desk, dropping my backpack down next to me. Everyone's thoughts were so loud in my brain, I had to lay my head down on my desk to slowly shut down each one by one. This gift was powerful, and I still didn't know how to completely control it. I felt nauseous. I refused to faint again, once was a fluke, twice was just downright humiliating. I lifted my head until only one voice was creeping into my head. "Can you hear me?" His voice was filled with silk, but was said in such a husky tone I could've sworn it was being whispered in my ear. I rested my hand on my chin and propped myself up on my elbow. Turning sideways in my chair, I stole a glance at him. I expected him to be staring at the board, learning whatever lesson the teacher was instructing, but no. He was staring directly at me. "Hi," I said softly, bending down to grab a notebook and pencil. I twisted back around and wrote the date, trying to focus on the teacher, but I couldn't. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and felt a cold chill wash over my entire body. My heart was racing, palms were sweating, something was happening. "Can you hear me?" I asked, "Tap my shoulder if you can hear me," I thought, looking down at the notepad in front of me. There was a tap on my shoulder. Oh my God. I slowly turned, not even trying to hide the fear on my face.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" he asked, a crooked smile plastered on his face. I could see the amusement in his eyes, his eyes crinkled together like he was trying not to laugh. And he licked his lips-oh God, he licked his lips- and I thought I had died a million times. I felt like putty in his hands, I would give him anything he wanted from me, I would let down every single guard I had for this guy, but what if, oh GOD. My thoughts. My thoughts my thoughts my thoughts. He knew exactly what I was thinking and I thought I was going to hurl. The butterflies in my stomach turned into bats, my heart felt like it sank into my stomach and I'm pretty sure I flatlined for a second. I built wall after wall after wall, trying to shut down everything that I was thinking, but how do you stop thinking? It wasn't possible. All I could think about was one word "Vampire".

I practically threw the pencil at him. He caught it with ease, but his own eyes were filled with horror. He swallowed hard, "Thanks" he breathed, but he wasn't there. He was somewhere lost in his own thoughts, thoughts he wasn't allowing me to retrieve, and I honestly didn't want to. Could things get more awkward? I just professed my undying love for this guy I met yesterday, I just spoke to him through my mind, and now I had a whole other reason for being absolutely humiliated other than fainting on my first day. Way to go, Cheyenne. You're rocking this school year.

He was up the millisecond the bell rang, and so was I. We slammed into each other, him catching me by the back of my head and around my waist. "It isn't a race, class," the teacher at the front was sighing, obviously disappointed at the effort everyone seemed to have to get out of this droll class. I could barely hear him though, all I could do was look at Edward, his cat like reflexes; how he caught me like it was nothing, his strength.. strong enough to put a body builder to shame. "We should talk," I breathed, still terrified out of my mind.

"I think you're right," he said, his eyes softening, yet his body still holding me halfway up.

"You gotta let me up, first," I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Right," he shook his head and released me as soon as I was on my feet, and threw his hand forward ushering me ahead of him. He ran his other through his hair, and it was obvious he knew exactly what he was getting into. I walked past him, feeling exhausted even though it was only 9am.

People were staring. Edward and I were walking side by side, glancing at each other occasionally as we headed for the exit to speak privately. Not like we couldn't do that in our brains, but I didn't really want to think about that until I had to. "You must be popular," I said to him, watching as many student's didn't try to hide their confusion and complete disbelief. "Or you don't talk to people, either way you have a lot of attention on us," I continued, waiting for him to reply, but he said nothing.

"So you know what I am," he finally said, once we were safely in the parking lot. Already breaking rules, aren't you, Chey? If my dad found out I was skipping class I would lose my car. I sighed, hoping this was going to be worth it. I had a good mind to believe it would.

"I have an idea," I said, trying to look away from him, but his eyes made it impossible to look away. "Well then, say it, tell me what you're thinking since you won't let me in," he said, pressing a cold finger to my forehead. Chills went up and down my body. Something about him touching me. Something about his skin and his long fingers made me unable to move. The hair on my arms stood up straight and I was beginning to get dizzy again.

"You're like me," I said softly, finally able to look away from him. It felt weird saying. I had never breathed a word to anyone about the gift I had obtained only a week or so ago. "You can read people's minds, and for some reason, since we both can, we can read each others- when we want to let the other in," I said, taking a deep breath, steadying myself on the car behind me. Hopefully the alarm wouldn't go off.

"That's not all you know," he replied, his eyes burning a hole into my sole. His features were so intense, so frightening I wanted to run. I wanted to run as fast as I could away from this man, I had no idea what he could do to me- no, I knew exactly what he could do to me, and I needed to get out of here. I couldn't profess my love for this guy I barely knew, and I certainly couldn't tell him I wasn't afraid of him. That would be foolish. That would be careless and ignorant. I was very afraid of him, and I knew he knew that. "I am a monster," he told me, and my gaze met his again. His eyes didn't say monster, they said he was soft. "I could snap your neck with my pinky finger and-" "-And you could drain my blood?" I interjected. "So that's what you are, isn't it? You're a vampire." Saying the words made me want to laugh, but I couldn't. It was all becoming so real. Vampires, mind readers, what was next? Werewolves? Fairies? Witches? I was losing my mind.

"Yes. And if you were smart, you would stay away from me." He looked away and bit his lip- GOD, why did he have to do that to me? "You know I couldn't do that," I said, conflicting with myself. I should stay away from him, he was right. But how could I pretend that he didn't exist and lose the only person that could possibly understand what was going on with me? "You can't just tell me you're a vampire, get inside my brain and talk to me, bring me out here into the parking lot and make me miss class just to tell me I needed to stay away from you. Do you really think that's fair?" "Life isn't fair," he said, but it seemed like his words had another meaning. He didn't seem like he was present anymore, lost in his own millions of thoughts. I wanted to be in there. One wall down. Two walls. "Stop," he said, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. "You really don't want to do that," he held up a hand, as if his hand would block me from unravelling his thoughts.

"Then talk to me," I said softly now, looking at him with hope in my eyes. "You're the first person I've ever met, granted it hasn't really been long that I knew myself, anyway, You're the first person I've met that can read minds. I need your help," I was getting really desperate now. Just looking at his face made me want to melt into the snow. "I would like to get to know you," I said, wow, could I get any more desperate?

He smiled lightly, that crooked smile that already captured my heart. "Fine," he said, and turned on his heel, beginning for the entrance. "Would you wanna like, go out to dinner or something?" I asked, my palms sweating. Wasn't it the guy that usually did stuff like this? Jesus, first I faint, then I almost fall getting out of my desk, now I'm asking the guy out? Once again, way to go, Chey.

"How about this," he said, turning to face me again, that same smile back on his face. "I have to be somewhere right after school, but later tonight, I'll pick you up and we can go do something, alright?"

Like a date? I thought, the gears in my head spinning. Girl-Cheyenne was coming out, already trying to plan on the outfit I would wear, what I would tell my parents, oh GOD they'd want to meet him.

Like a date, he replied.