Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all its characters. I just came up with the situation they are in.

A/N: Hey guys. I wanted to get this out earlier today, but had some stuff I had to get done. I am sorry it is so late, again. I am starting this chapter with 20 minutes until Michael Phelps' 8th Gold Medal Swim…let's see if I finish before he starts…

I made it through my morning without much complaint. I had made some new "friends", one of whom, Mike I think his name was, was starting to remind me more of a golden retriever than a human being. I ate lunch with some of them, sitting next to a girl named Jessica who I had had a couple classes with that morning.

Not really paying attention to what was being discussed at the table (some trip to the beach at the local Reservation of La Push that I would probably get invited to, but would have no interest in actually going on – I would much rather wallow in my own self pity, which was becoming a regular habit of mine), I casually glanced around the cafeteria at the other tables.

That's the first time I saw them. They stood out from the other students, pale and beautiful. Hauntingly beautiful. I blinked and shook my head, a flash of a face behind my closed lids that looked so familiar and yet that of a stranger.

I looked back at them, almost unable to look away. Their beauty was mesmerizing, hypnotizing in a way. There were five of them, 3 boys and two girls. Two blondes, two dark haired, and one with hair a shade of bronze that you rarely saw anymore. It was a color you really only saw on characters in movies set at the turn of the 20th century.

The blonde girl was beautiful, like a supermodel. The dark haired boy who sat next to her was built like a bouncer and could have easily been her bodyguard if I went to high school in Los Angeles and not Forks. The blonde boy sat next to the short, spiky, dark haired girl who looked pixie-like. The bronze hair boy sat alone at the table. While the couples, as it was plain that they are, sat together, he sat away from them, not meeting the gaze of anyone in the cafeteria.

Jessica noticed the direction of my stare and chuckled to herself before answering the question I didn't dare to ask.

"Those are the Cullens. They moved here about two years ago. Their dad is some bigwig doctor at the hospital. He and his wife adopted all the kids, because apparently she can't have any. The doctor isn't much older than they are."

"They're related?"

"The blondes are. That's Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The dark haired ones are Emmett and Alice Cullen."

"And the other?"

I looked over just in time to see her blush a little as she giggled before looking up from under her lashes at the boy left unnamed at the table of impossibly beautiful strangers.

"That's Edward. While the others are together," she sneered the word, her small town disdain for the fact that they all lived together unmarried obvious in her tone and expression, "he apparently doesn't date. Apparently none of us are good enough to tempt him. Rumours are spreading that he is…well…you know."

Jessica was quiet for a while. As she realized I wasn't go to reply to her, she turned her attentions back to the rest of the table. Almost in the same instant she looked away from him, his head snapped up and our eyes met across the room.

He looked puzzled, troubled, and it wasn't just the dark circles under his eyes that made him look this way. The look of confusion on his face matched that of someone who knew that they should know something, but just couldn't seem to figure it out. I had seen the look on my classmates faces in math classes. I never knew enough to think I should be able to do it.

Our eyes remained locked for a few more seconds before he looked away from me to his dark haired sister Alice as she rose from her seat and glided to the trash can, throwing a full tray of uneaten food into it. She glided out the back doors of the cafeteria instead of returning to the table.

Just then the bell signaling the end of lunch rang and the four remaining got up and glided with as much grace as their sister to the cans, each of them throwing away a full tray of uneaten food. I caught Edward trying to catch another glimpse at me, but as soon as he found me looking at him, he cast his eyes away.

I thought nothing of it. People had been gawking at me all day and I had stopped noticing. And I wouldn't have noticed him if it wasn't for the strange shade of his eyes. They were dark butterscotch…ochre…amber paint mixed with too much black. They puzzled and mesmerized me and if Mike hadn't nudged my arm and offered to escort me to my next class, which he had also, I probably would have stayed at the table, lost in his eyes, a strange color between gold and black.

I walked without thinking to Biology and when I walked in, I saw him sitting next to the only open seat in the class. I would have to sit next to him.

Something magnetic was pulling me to him, but the red eyes in the back of my mind seemed to warning me something was wrong.

YAY MICHAEL PHELPS!!

So, she has finally seen Edward. Thoughts on her reactions? What is going to happen?? REVIEW TO FIND OUT!!