Taken me a while to get this up, but I've had a bit of writer's block. And then I was Christmas shopping. And then I was playing in the SNOW! It's SNOWING here! YAY!

Anyway, I would like to present you with this chapter. Please leave any feedback, thoughts and criticism in a review.

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So the whole conversation in the car park had left me ever so slightly confused, not a feeling I particularly enjoy. So I had been in a bit of a bad mood that morning. Luckily though, Mike and Eric had been on hand to cheer me up. They gave me a muffin.

So I wandered into the canteen with a muffin in my hand and a little smile on my face, got my lunch and then sat down at the usual table. I noticed Jessica grinning at Mike when he sat down and it gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach. The half hearted smile that Mike returned...not so much. But the fuzzy feeling returned when I bit into the muffin. Then I heard Jessica giggling beside me.

"Izzy,"she hissed, elbowing me in the ribs. "Edward Cullen's looking at you." I glanced up to see what she was talking about. The usual Cullen family table was taken up by only for people, Edward himself was missing. After a quick scan of the room, I saw him sitting at his own table and as Jessica said he was staring straight at me. When I looked over, a smile spread over his face and he beckoned to me with one hand. I saw that he wanted me to go over and I couldn't help but raise one eyebrow.

"What does he want?"Jessica asked in a low whisper, getting incredibly excited for some reason.

"I've absolutely no idea,"I sighed. "I'll go find out." At that, I got to my feet and started moving off. I was halfway across the room when I realised I was still holding my muffin. It was too late to put it down though, so I was gripping it tightly when I reached Edward's table.

"Yes?"I asked, not trying to be civil. "What is it?"

His smile seemed to get slightly wider. "I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me today."

I was silent for a moment, wondering what he was getting at. "Edward, I was just having lunch with my friends,"I told him, gesturing over my shoulder at the table I'd just left. "If you want, you can come over and sit there, but I'm afraid I'm not just going to sit down just because you tell me to. Besides, I thought we weren't meant to be friends."

Edward folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. "You're right, we're not meant to be friends. Does that mean we can't eat lunch together?"

"Well, think of it this way. I'd rather spend my lunch hour with my friends than with some weird guy in my biology class. No offence."

Edward narrowed his eyes slightly and looked like he was about to say something, but I hadn't finished talking yet.

"However, if you're really desperate to talk to me, then how about this? I'll go back over to that table, finish my lunch, then go outside for a moment. If you wanted to, you could follow me and we could talk then. And the next time you want to eat lunch with me, you'll arrange it beforehand, okay?"

Edward blinked a few times, frowning. "Um, okay."

"Great." At this, I turned and strode back across the canteen. I sat back down at the table and continued eating my lunch. It was a ham sandwich and an apple, not the most glamourous lunch, but tasty. And just as I was about to bite into it...

"So, what did he want?" Jessica leaned over the table eagerly. It seemed that everything Edward Cullen did fascinated her and nothing pleased her more than hearing what Edward was saying.

"Oh, he just wanted to ask me something about Biology. Not much."

"Oh." She sounded disappointed, as if she'd been expecting something truly shocking. I'm not sure what. She shut up long enough for me to finish my sandwich and apple and I somehow managed to get away before she started speaking again. And I managed to get out of the canteen without anyone stopping me. And I managed to get across the playground without anyone calling out to me. It was when I crossed the road and sat down on the wall facing the school that Edward caught up with me.

"That was quick,"I said, raising one eyebrow. Then, with a sigh, I nodded at the wall beside me.

"Hello,"he said, sitting down on the wall.

"Hey,"I murmured. Then I started rootling around in my schoolbag for a cigarette, suddenly realising that I was still holding my muffin.

"So, anyway,"Edward said as I was hunched over my bag. "I've decided that I'm tired of staying away from you, so we can be friends now and hang out. But I warn you, I'm not going to be a good friend."

I sat up, cigarette box and new lighter in hand, and frowned at him. "Okay, first of all, you can't just say we're friends and make it so. And second of all, who says what makes a good friend in my books?" I looked at him coldly and lit a cigarette.

"Oh yeah... You smoke?" He eyeballed the cigarette I was holding with distaste. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Edward, if you try to make me stop talking then I will put this cigarette out in your eye." I glanced round at him and released a stream of smoke from my lips. "I've done it before. And if you keep saying stuff like that then you won't be a good friend." I paused. "So, was there anything else?"

"Just that you'll stay away from me if you're smart,"he shrugged, not looking at me.

"For God's sake, Edward,"I groaned, closing my eyes in annoyance. "You're the one who followed me out here, keeps talking to me and offered to drive me to Seattle. If you think we shouldn't be near each other, then you should be the one trying harder. And by the way, I do not appreciate slights against my intelligence."

I turned and looked across the car park. There was Edward's shiny Volvo with the cigarette stubbed out on it. I couldn't see it from where I was sitting, but I knew it was there.

"What are you thinking?"he asked suddenly, making me jump.

"Uh... I'm trying to figure out what you are,"I told him, saying the first thing that came into his head. In reality, I wasn't thinking anything of the sort.

"Any theories?"he asked, going along with it. I thought a moment and all I could come with were these: he was either bipolar or had split personalities. What other explanation was there for him going from 'let's not talk to each other' to 'I think we should be friends'?

"Are you manic depressive?"I asked, looking round at him.

"Um... No." He blinked a couple of times. "I wasn't expecting that."

"What were you expecting?"I asked curiously.

"Well, I've been called Spiderman in the past,"he suggested hopefully.

"And how would you reply if I called you Spiderman?"

"I'd say something like, 'what if I'm not a superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?'"

"And then I'd say 'what if I'm not a damsel waiting for a superhero? What if I'm another bad guy?'" I took a suck on my cigarette, then added,"And then I'd just say it was a cheesy line. And besides, you're nowhere near Spiderman. Or Batman. If you were a hero you'd be Superman, because I find you both annoying."

I finished off the cigarette and stubbed it out on the wall beside me, then glanced at my watch. It was time to get to class.

"Well, I'm off,"I sighed, getting to my feet. "You can do whatever you want."

"I'm not going to Biology today,"he told me with a grin. "I think it's healthy to ditch class every now and then."

"You and me both,"I nodded. "See ya." Then, without waiting for a reply, I crossed the road and moseyed off to class.

As I wandered across the playground to the school building, I looked down and realised that I was still holding onto the muffin. "Goddamn, why can't I eat you?"I muttered. "Is this a sign that I should leave you alone? Will I be struck down by lightening if I take more than one bite?" I'd eaten it by the time I got to class.