A/N Still no sign of Vlad, but we're getting there. Chapter 4 is here, and I would just like to thank a few people. Firstly, school, for giving me more work than I need. Secondly, my job for giving me both a social life and a reason to leave my house. Thirdly, myself for always starting new stories when I should really be working on the ones I'm already writing. Sorry guys!

Edward didn't come to school for the rest of the week. It was fair to say I was relatively happy at first. I mean, given previous events, I doubt you can really blame me. I didn't want some pathetic, arrogant little boy ruining my first few weeks of school. Luckily, by the end of the first week, I'd actually forgotten he came here. I was too busy with Beth, Eva and Marty. They were amazing.

Marty is so lovely, and he understands everything. Eva is possibly the most optimistic person I've ever met. Beth is that brilliant combination of sarcastic, sassy and kind. I couldn't ask for better friends to settle in with. All I need now, is a better set of subjects to do. And come actual sun. Thanks weather, love you too!

Marty's trying his best to organise a trip to La Push beach when the weather gets better, and I said I would go. If the weather ever gets better, I'll probably spend all day every day at the beach. So far it's Beth, me and Marty because Eva's parents are weary of the La Push boys. They sound to me a bit like a thug gang the way Eva described them. They're all 6 foot something and fairly buff with matching tattoo's on their arms. Apparently the oldest, Sam, is the leader and the scariest one, followed by half a dozen or so sheep. If I remember correctly, one of them is a girl called Leanne… Lena… Leigh… something like that. The rest are boys. Seb, he's a little boy, Quince or something, possibly a guy called Jake, E… E something, like ember but not ember, Paul… or Pete, someone who sounds like Jay Rod, Bradley and Colin. I remember Colin because I made the joke "Is his surname Craven?" but nobody is fan enough of The Secret Garden to get it.

I'd love to just change the course of this story and write about them, but then the story would never end. And guys, I need my happily ever after here. So unfortunately, I'm going to have to skip to the part when I next see our main antagonist, and further confirm my hatred for him. Also, while we're on a bit of a break from the story, I'd better introduce you to his adoring siblings before it's too late.

Alice. Possibly the friendliest of the lot, is the only one who I have seen smile so far. And at me too! I am so honoured. She's the one who looks like a fairy crossed with Snow White. She's dating Jasper, who is probably always high. His eyes seem permanently locked in that position. If I was going to compare him to anyone, I think it would be a really blonde weedy Jack Sparrow. I can see him talking a bit like that, if he'd ever open his mouth anyway.

Then, pale Barbie, or Rosalie to some, floats in. She's like Fleur Delacour. Pure, delicate, but you can so tell she's got a "touch me and I'll drop kick you" side. She fascinates me, in a really odd way. She's dating Emmet, or in other words, the physical definition of a Brummie chav and future thug. The hairless cut, the tracksuit, and the big bone muscles that make normal people think you're a bit obsessed, and possibly on steroids.

I still think they are or were models. Why waste a face like that? Sorry, it's just, they fit every category, and don't seem to be too modest either. I still wouldn't date a model. They all look like they're saying "hey, I'm dark moody and sexy and don't know how to smile" rather than "hey, I'm possibly the kindest, happiest, funniest person on the planet, and I'm not arrogant or vain. I also come complete with the best smile." Unfortunately for me, Michael Palin's getting on a bit.

Moving on.

I was walking into biology one day, blissfully unaware of Edward's existence, when I saw him sitting in the spot beside my seat. Oh joy. I was not going to let him off that lightly, but you've got to be nice to people. But, just to show him that what he said was wrong, I'm only going to be half nice to him. Listen to me, I sound like I'm about 6 years old. I promise you, if I were 6, I'd be much more mature.

I smiled at him as I sat down, but it was one of those "I'll acknowledge you" smiles, and got my books out. He was staring at me. Had I not known he hated me, I'd have thought he was being creepy, but as it is…

"Hello." The sound baffled me a bit. Did I hear what I thought I heard? Did he say "hello" to me? What do you know, miracles to happen! I looked at him and was about to say "did you just say hello to me?" when I was reminded of a scene in a film I love. Labyrinth, when the worm says "'allo", then Sarah says "did you just say hello?" and it replies "no I said 'allo, but that's close enough", and inwardly snorted. Oh dear, the day hasn't even really started and I'm already giggling.

"Hi." I replied, with a look of disbelief on my face. I didn't realise I looked like this at first, and when I did I quickly smiled to cover it up, but I'd already probably scared him for life.

"I'm sorry about before, we didn't get off to a very good start." What is he on about? Oh I remember! He looked like he wanted to kill me. "I'm Edward Cullen. You're Izzy right? Am I remembering right?" I nodded but said nothing. "Is that short for Isabella?" Another nod, accompanied by an "mm hmm" sound. "Bella's a nice name. How come you didn't shorten it to Bella instead?" Ew! Bella, really?

"Because I just don't like it. I don't know why, but that name just brings up all these bad feelings, like I'd be horrible if I was called Bella." I replied, and he just nodded. I think nodding is kind of a nice way of saying "I heard you but I don't really know how to respond based on past experience with you."

"Ok right, onions!" The less than enthusiastic teacher said sarcastically. I turned to face him and Edward watched me. I reckon he's still just annoyed that he couldn't get away from me. "Let's see who can tell me what kind of mitosis it is." Oh dear…

"Ladies first" Edward said. How about no. I looked at the microscope for a second. I am so glad Edward wasn't here last week, otherwise I wouldn't have an excuse for what I am about to do.

"You do it. You weren't here all of last week, you could probably benefit more if you do it. Why weren't you here anyway?" I added onto the end in a moment of sudden burst of sound. Edward pulled the microscope closer to himself like protection. He was probably going to need it before I strike a nerve.

"I went away for personal reasons." He replied.

"But the others were here? Why just you?" I inched closer to him, interrogation mode on. "I'd have thought they would have wanted to go with you."

"I wanted to go alone. I went to British Columbia." Oh, so he's the Lumberjack of the family! Maybe he's not so "rugged" after all. Get it? You know, the song, where the Lumberjack sings about flower pressing and wearing a… um…

Anyway.

"Why?"

"Well, I went hunting." I started to cough. "It really helps with stress." I hope for his sake he's joking.

"What do you mean by hunting exactly?" Perhaps it's a club or something that plays video games and calls it hunting.

"The kind where you kill animals." He replied. I was just about ready to have one of my infamous debates with him, and I always win. I'm mean, it's ok if you're killing for food, but not for fun! Calm down Izzy! Don't think about controversial topics in the middle of a lesson, it will only end in tears. I just looked down at my paper and said nothing. "How are you liking the rain?" Edward asked me, as though murder for fun is absolutely fine. I could be sitting next to a budding young terrorist here.

"I've seen worse. I mean at home we literally had cats and dogs falling from the sky." Is what I would have said, were I not a coward. I would be so sarcastic if I wasn't so scared, but I'd be so unfunny.

"Why are you asking me about the weather?" I looked outside and then back at Edward and was finding it hard to see the difference. He's miserable enough for the both of us. When he didn't respond I sighed. "I'm used to it so it only mildly P's me off now. And anyway, it'll probably snow before too long."

"Why did you come here if you don't like the rain?" He looked at me like I should know better. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was so capable of supporting myself alone in England without my parents.

"Because I can't live alone?" I looked at him like he was mad.

"Oh." He turned away and we carried on with the lesson, not speaking to one another, and by the end, it was my turn to run from the room. I don't like the feeling I get when I'm around him, like something bad is going to happen.

A/N Hope you enjoyed the thing I made. The chapter title took me ages to come up with, and I eventually settled with "Curiosity Leads to Trouble" because it both fits and foreshadows! O.o This time, it isn't a song, instead it's a piece of music from the 1951 film Alice in Wonderland. As a soundtrack geek, I own this soundtrack, and I don't mean I downloaded it, as in I have a CD. I actually have 20+ soundtracks, and my collection is still growing. I personally don't feel like I own something unless I have bought the hard copy. Downloaded stuff doesn't feel like it's really mine.