I could tell that it was Emmett Cullen by his unusual muscle mass, sitting next to that single open seat. Unusual because hey, he's in a senior class with muscles of a professional weight lifter. It made me slightly curious with the want to ask if he was ever held back.

'What you really want to ask is why does he look like he has been working out and taking steroids his entire life,' interjected Maria.

As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously. Just as I passed, a sudden realization passed his face. He smiled hard at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on his face — it was excitement, and his eyes held a knowledge that I had never seen before. One look at Emmett and I realized he was wise beyond his times. I looked away quickly, shocked, going red. Ms. Sampson signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense about introductions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, she had no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room. On the way to my set I stumbled over a book in the walkway and had to catch myself on the edge of a table. Looking down, red with shame, I felt the floor slightly rumble. Slowly I came face to face with what I feared.

I noticed that his eyes were gold early but it was different this time , his eyes shined a bright golden color that shined as he shook with laughter. His lips were and red tint and he had nice and white teeth.

'He must have a good dental plan,' Muttered Maria.

I didn't look up as I set my book on the table and took my seat, but I saw his posture change from the corner of my eye. He was leaning towards me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair as if he wanted to say something. His leg bounced with some type of impatience as I twiddled my thumbs. I tried to seem as if I did not notice his stare. I let my hair fall over my right shoulder, hoping that with the dark curtain between us he would lose interest.

Unfortunately the lecture was on how anabolic steroids cause testicles to shrink and I could not stop myself from glancing at him. He flexed his muscles when he realized he had my attention then made a fake horror face as if he just put two and two together, hands on his balls. I could not honestly stop myself. I started to laugh and so did he. Not just any laugh, like a stomaching laugh that had the entire class looking at us like we were crazy.

"Cullen! Swan! Hush!" yelled .

"Sorry Ms. Sampson." Emmett and I replied innocently.

I could feel that was not too mad but as a precaution I took notes carefully. I would hate for her to have me labeled on the first day of school.

I couldn't stop myself from peeking occasionally through the screen of my hair at the strange boy next to me. During the rest of the class, he never looked towards me again. I guess in fear of getting in trouble. He had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows, it looked like if he flexed it would rip. He had a body kind of like a wrestler.

'And his name is John Cenaaaa!' yelled Maria inside my head.

The class seemed to drag on longer than the others. Was it because the day was finally coming to a close.

Ms. Sampson was finishing up the slide when the bell rang loudly, making me jump and a lot fall of my stool.

Fluidly Emmett rose — he was much taller than I'd thought — his eyes stabbing holes into mines. It was not like I was afraid of his but part of me felt a little nervous as I stared up at him. He was big, like a bear.

I sat frozen in my seat, staring back at him.

"Sorry."he said somberly.

"What for?" I asked shocked.

"Sorry for getting you in trouble your first day here." he said slowly as if I should have already knew.

For some reason, I could not help myself once again and I laughed. Poor Emmett looked so confused.

"No Emmett, I am happy to laugh. It has been a while." He looked shocked.

"Well Ok, I can promise you a laugh a day then."

"And how do you plan on doing that? We only have classes together during the week."

"Give me your number then."

This is how I became friends with my first Cullen.

After we exchanged numbers he went his way and I went mines. To gym.

I did not even get all the way to gym before I received a text from him.

'Hey. This is em dog. I just wanted to let you know I'm taken but I can be a friend. Everyone needs a friend.'

'Lol,' I replied. 'I know that. Not exactly a secret at this school. But anyway I would like friendship.'

Walking and breathing is not my forte but texting and walking is my death note. I manage to run into a slightly familiar face. Maybe I saw him in passing.


Sorry guys. This is my shortest chapter and there is no excuse. Other than college work is pulling me down. Wish me luck. I wish all of my readers luck in whatever you want to do. Except murder, murder is bad... 'unless you do not get caught', whispers Maria.