Bella's POV

I didn't even need to look up to know when Edward came in. I could tell by the collective sigh that escaped every female in the room. Well, that and the electrical sparks thatshot throughout my skin.

I felt more than saw Edward make his way over to me. When he was close enough that it would seem as if I was trying to ignore him if I didn't look up, I turned to focus my gaze on him. He looked a little put out and maybe a little nervous.

Not that I blame him.

He's probably come to tell me that the rumours about him liking me aren't true and that I need to back off so he could find someone who was truly deserving of him. Still, that didn't explain the nervousness I saw in him. Well maybe he was finding it hard to put into polite words. Edward was hardly the type of guy to scream 'Get lost you stupid ugly stalker, I don't like you. You're not good enough for me, bitch'. Wow, just thinking about him saying that makes my heart hurt.

Oh my God, is he going to embarrass me in front of the whole class? Due to the rash thoughts in my mind, I could feel my face turning red.

Knowing that there was no point trying to turn away and hide my blush, as you could probably see it from miles out, I turned and made eye contact with him.

I was frozen. His eyes were so beautiful it was almost disturbing. They were the definition of perfection, a deep green that surpass any other. They where rimmed with a royal blue with flecks of it surrounding the iris. It was like he caught me in a trance. I was stuck in time, nothing else mattered at this point; all I could see was him and it's all I wanted to see. I couldn't tell you how long I sat there staring into his amazing eyes.

Unfortunately, I was quickly brought out of my own little word when the teacher screamed my name.

I was confused. First of all, when did the teacher get here? Second, when did it get so quiet and third, why is everyone staring and glaring?

Edward seemed to realize at the same time as me as he quickly ducked his head and sat down next to me. I didn't have enough time to be surprised as the teacher started the lecture at that moment. I wasn't even paying attention that much was obvious because I had not heard a word the teacher said.

All throughout class I had to force myself not to stare. Everyone knew that it was basic manners not to gawk, but still I found it increasingly difficult every time I noticed him looking back. I couldn't help but wonder; was he mad at me? Did he think I was the one who insinuated the rumour that we were in a relationship? I couldn't tell but I was going to apologize, for what I'm not completely sure. I'm sure it was the direct flow of adoration that I knew flickered through my eyes when I looked at him that gave me away and thus made people think he may return those feelings.

The teacher gave us no time to talk during class. He just sat there explaining the step by step plan of the course work to be set this term.

When the bell finally decided to give me some mercy, I noticed Edward was about to speak. The only words I could picture coming from his mouth were what I was dreading; a polite way to let me know that he did not reciprocate any such feelings towards me.

Deciding it would be less embarrassing for him and considerably less painful for me, I thought I'd save him the hassle and beat him to the punch.

"Look Edward, I'm really sorry for this whole situation and if you want I understand if you'd like for me to completely leave you alone from now on."

Edward just stood there staring at me like I was the most confusing puzzle in the world.

"I'm sorry I don't understand. What are you apologizing for?" He seemed really confused, like he really had no idea why I would be sorry.

"It's just I'm sure you've heard the rumours and I hope you're not too mad at me. I didn't make them up honestly; it wasn't my intention to . . ." I really did not know what to say, but I couldn't stop rambling. "I mean I had no idea that because of our one little conversation that people would automatically think we were dating."

He looked shocked for a minute there and I could only hope he would forgive me.

"People think were dating? Since when?" He didn't look mad, but to say he was a little surprised was an understatement. Not that I blamed him. I mean, come on, in what world would Edward Cullen ever even hold a flicker of interest for me, plain old Bella Swan?

"I know its ridiculous, like I could ever be good enough for you. Hell, like anyone is really good enough for you and I know that my apology probably isn't going to vanquish your embarrassment from the situation, but I want you to know I'll do whatever I can to make this right."

He looked really confused now so I decided to just stop talking. He was silent for a few seconds and I could only think he was trying to get his head straight.

"Bella . . ." he started softly. "Are you trying to apologize because you think I've heard some stupid rumour and you think I'm angry at you?"

He looked like I'd grown a third head and I could only think to start apologizing again.

"Like I said, I'm really sorry Edward. I never meant to put shame on you."

His expression changed in that moment, before he looked confused and a little angry, but now his face turned into a soft expression; he almost looked pained at my assumption. "Bella, why would I be ashamed that people think you're my girlfriend?"

Now it was my turn to look at him like he was crazy. Could he really not see the differences between us. If he wanted, I could put it into simple terms for him: he's perfect, I'm not.

"Well, because you're you and I'm me, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm sorry and I understand if you don't want to talk with me anymore." That last part was the most difficult thing I have ever had to say, but I knew that that's what he would want and I would never deny him anything.

I was suddenly finding it very hard to breathe as realization hit me that this could be the last time I ever talked to him. Although I was used to admiring him from afar, it now felt like an excruciating pain shooting through me when I thought of never getting to examine his eyes up close or hear his voice directed at me.

Edward looked shell shocked.

"Are you telling me you think you're not good enough for me?" he asked uncertainly, but I couldn't decode the expression on his face. He looked like I was crazy and the mere thought was killing him.

"Yes." It was no more than a whisper.

Tears welled up in my eyes as he asked this because I knew it was true and better yet, so did everyone else. I felt like my world was about to start crashing down on me. I was never dense enough to believe that I was or ever could be good enough for him, but finally admitting it to him was becoming too much. I needed to get out of here.

Muttering another small sorry, I fled the room. Taking one last look back at Edward, he seemed to be too confused to move but more than that he looked taken aback. It was as if what I just confirmed was news to his ears and while a part of me - a big part - wanted to stay and find out what he found so complex, I also couldn't bear to stay in this room any longer.

It hurt, I mean it really hurt physically to leave him, but I knew that if I didn't I would break down and the last thing I wanted was to start blubbering like a baby. I needed to leave with whatever small piece of dignity I had left. So I did.

Edward's POV

After being publicly embarrassed at being caught staring at Bella, I noticed that we were on the receiving ends of some weird looks. I couldn't help it though, she's just so perfect.

Have you ever been in complete awe of someone before? That's how I felt whenever I thought of Bella. It was quite an unsettling that she had such an impact on my entire existence without even trying.

I quickly sat down besides her, more than a little ashamed at my careless gawking, I had to basically physically restrain myself from turning to her and going back to my shameless ogling.

The hold Bella had on me was amazingly strong and I found that now I had had the chance to gaze deep into her shining bright eyes, I was finding it more difficult to distance myself from her. Not that I wanted to, but I figured she might find it a bit odd if she found me following her every move; shadowing her as Jessica shadows Lauren.

This was already proving to be difficult. Without my permission I seemed to wander towards her in biology. It was as if my body had a natural instinct to go to her. I felt this strong pull dragging me forward towards her.

To be honest, I didn't know what really happened until involuntary, I began being pulled towards Bella. All I know is that one minute I'm relieved to have been out of the presence of my family then my eyes landed on hers and I was lost.

I didn't stand a chance. Her sparkling eyes were such a soft yet comforting brown. She was stunning. I took note that her eyes seemed to stay fixated on mine as well.

If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was having the same problem as me but as I thought about it she was probably just confused.

I mean here she was sitting, minding her own business, when all of a sudden some random guy decides to just freeze and stare.

To be fair it was partly her fault, she shouldn't be so excruciatingly beautiful. Bella was the epitome of beauty and while she had an interesting and just as gorgeous mind to go with her looks. I couldn't help but compare her beauty to that of a fair maiden in one the history books. Helen of Troy, watch out because no one and I mean no one can compare to the bewitching looks of that of Bella Swan.

All throughout class, I would take small glances at Bella. I was quick to turn away in an effort to seem like I was paying attention; I couldn't be too sure that it worked. After class had finally finished, I stole another glance at Bella and decided to say a quick good bye to her.

As I opened my mouth to speak, she seemed to notice I had something to say but cut me off before I even uttered a word.

"Look Edward, I'm really sorry for this whole situation and if you want I understand if you'd like for me to completely leave you alone from now on."

I was confused. What situation and what is she sorry for? As time progressed, it became increasingly clear that Bella, through no fault of her own, had ended up with the label as my girlfriend.

Now if it was anyone else wearing this tag, I would be horrified then, politely try to let as many people as I could, know of this wrongful information but as it was Bella I found it hard to be mad. Maybe people finally noticed me silently yearning after her.

That was a little mortifying, but I didn't have enough time to process it. At first I was just trying to wrap my head around her apologizing for nothing when one of her comments startled me.

"Like I said, I'm really sorry Edward. I never meant to put shame on you."

This thought angered me. What did she mean shame? Like if I ever did get the gift of calling her my girlfriend, I should be embarrassed? What in the world gave her that idea?

I know I'd never actually get the opportunity to have Bella as mine, but I had come to terms with that. Bella was too good for me and she had to have known it, besides if I ever was blessed enough to be luckiest guy in the world and call her mine, I would be nothing but elated. I don't think anything or anyone could stop me from shouting it from the roof tops.

I tried to ask her why she felt that way when her next comment threw me off.

"Well because you're you and I'm me, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm sorry and I understand if you don't want to talk with me anymore." She made it sound like I was better than her in some way when I'm sure a blind man could see that she was God's gift to his green earth.

My heart was shredding to pieces. She had this look upon her face that made her seem like she was in the utmost pain. I wanted to console her. Ask her if I could do anything to ease her pain, maybe even hold her but I was too shocked to do any of these things. Instead I had to see if my thoughts were right. Did she really think she wasn't good enough for me? Was she crazy?

It seemed to me that this was her thoughts but I just wanted to confirm it so I could rectify it. "Are you telling me you think you're not good enough for me?"

She was quiet for a few seconds as if the next words were hard for her to admit. How hard could it be to say no? I was hoping she would say no. She had to know that she was the most exquisite most intelligent and definitely most intriguing person I had ever met.

But I could tell by the look on her face that she had no intention of granting my true heart's desire. She would not see herself clearly. The emotion that pooled in her eyes in that moment made me want to cringe back in pain. I couldn't stand to see her doubt herself like this; putting her self down. It wasn't right. Still, with the most utterly heart breaking voice I ever herd, she whispered the one word that made my heart stop. I had to force myself not to gape open mouthed at her.

"Yes." He voice was thick with emotion while my ears had to strain to hear anything as it came out as no more than a whisper.

That one word made my heart ache and the insides of my inner body collapse on its self.

Her un-ushered tears flooded her eyes. She looked as if she was in pain and in that moment I could feel my heart crack a little. She really thought she wasn't good enough.

It was right there in that class room that I vowed to myself that no matter what, I was going to make Bella Swan see herself clearly; see herself the way I see her.

A timeless beauty, smart, kind and worth a million times better than the likes of me.

AN- ok just wanted to say thank you for all the reviews so far they really give me a god idea of what some of you like and dislike. I looked forward to more.

Just wanted to thank my awesome Beta because she go back to me within 12 hours of my me sending her my first draft. I think we can all tell she's amazing and with out her my work would not be readable. So Mimi-Love-4ever I thank you because you deserve most of the credit.

Until next time...

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Sabrina