Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer – the rest are mine!

I don't own Twilight- but I wish I did.

Chapter 10.

It was Saturday.

Kill me!

I told invisible kid –the one who I saved in PE- who I now know as, Edward, that I'd meet him at the local library at 10am.

It's now 10:45am.

I feel really bad about being late but this is really early- for a Saturday- so I drag myself out of bed- Clive and Winston fall to the floor as I push my duvet off of my body.

I go to the bathroom and get in the shower- still in my vest top and shorts- and turn the cold water on…

. . . . . . . . .. . . .

So I'm walking up to the library steps sniffling as snot runs over my mouth –that's what you get when you take a cold shower- it's 11:10am, but I can't really care less.

I didn't have time to dry my hair -so that is still dripping wet- or have time to stick in my red contacts- I'm feeling angry today and sympathetic for myself.

I walk into the library and the first thing I notice is that it is even quieter in here then I have ever known a library possible to be.

The second thing I notice is that there is a poster advertising Michelle Paver's new book- 'Outcast' from the Chronicles of Ancient Darkness book collection.

I smile and do a fist pump because I have pre-ordered it and it will arrive in the next couple of days.

The last thing I notice is a boy with bronze tinted, brown hair sitting at the far end of the library with his head bowed. I know straight away who it is and I feel slightly guilty.

I walk up to him and announce my presence.

"Right, you ready for hard-core or shall I go slow and smooth with you?"

His head shoots straight up and his eyes are as huge as soccer balls with the shock of what I just said- ready to bulge out.

"Err….."

"Edward chill! I was only asking if you wanted your first lesson to go smooth or if you wanted me to go rough?"

"I…I thought..? I think you misunderstood…"

"No, I understood perfectly fine, you on-the-other-hand didn't."

He looked confused, so I elaborated.

"You want to be like me, right? So this is lesson one," I held up my first finger to signify this so that he could have a visual and it showing a number one.

Well what else would I be referring to?

"Oh." He breathed and flushed bright red in his cheeks.

"That was a test… and you failed miserably by-the-way."

He nodded in acceptance.

"So how did you want to start? Rough or smooth?" I asked once again.

"Errr…. Smooth?"

"Ok let's do this!" I closed the gap between us, yanked on his chair to turn it towards me as I got another chair and stuck it right in front of him before I lowered myself onto it and got a head-band out of my pocket.

He looked shocked and scared at the same time and I stifled my laugh.

I put the head-band on his head and instantly I could see what other girls had seen those few weeks when his hair was cut.

He was stunningly handsome with flawless skin and amazingly bright eyes.

This boy was going to be a heart-breaker when I was threw with him. I just hope it wasn't my heart that he would break…

"Now, we are going to have a starring contest-"

"I really don't think this-"

"This will work! You have a phobia of some sort keeping eye contact with people and it's going to stop now!"

I got his attention and he kept his mouth shut.

"We will do this until you have no problem keeping my eye contact. By the end, I will have you crying but then you will be able to look at anyone in the eye with -not so much as a hissy-fit. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." He avoided my eyes.

"Ok…"

He was uncomfortable I could tell, so I grabbed his face between my hands and held him still.

I looked him straight in the eyes and, as if there was a huge explosion, he jumped away from me and fell off his chair.

"What the Gordon-Bloody-Bennett do you think you are doing?" I screeched.

"If you're going to act like that I won't help you!"

He leapt up to his feet and plopped down onto his seat- "Please help! I promise I'll do as you say!"

I didn't reply as I grabbed his head once again and unleashed my eyes on him for a second time. This time he stayed put...

It took about, twenty-seven tries until he was comfortable enough to last for 30 seconds of it.

By the time I announced it was break he lasted for 60 seconds.

He took the band out of his hair and his brownie-bronze locks swung shut like curtains over his eyes.

I decided my second task would be to get his posture improved so that he held his head up and didn't slouch. Then maybe once we get that out the way and he can look at people I will definitely get him a haircut.

We walked out of the library and got some fresh air, strolling down the street until we got to a coffee shop. We stopped there and both ordered a hot-chocolate, also

purchasing some snacks for our lunch break so that we didn't have to come out again, and headed back to the library.

When we returned and I stuck the band back in his hair we were ready to carry on where we left off.

I was annoyed that he didn't keep my gaze when we first started, but was slightly happier when I saw the strain on his fore-head when he did finally push himself to last longer.

He looked constipated. It was hilarious!

I thought this was smooth but it was torture for both of us!

When the librarian came over to us to announce that it was closing time and that we needed to go, we shook hands and I told him to meet me briefly tomorrow at 12- noon so that I was more able to get there on time.

He agreed and we parted only to be jolted to a stop when he returned my band to me, his cheeks flushing as he realised that he was about to walk home with it still on.

I was walking back home in the setting sun listening to the insects and birds and different wild-life around me, taking everything in.

It wasn't very interesting so I stuck my iPod on…much better…

As I passed parked cars on the street, I didn't even notice the two men sitting in a navy blue van. A black mask on the dash-bored.

On second thoughts I did see them, or I wouldn't have been able to say that- silly me!

I turned down my street, greeted by Clive and Winston, who walked me back home.

A/N: You're probably wondering where this is going… It's OK- there IS a plot here beneath this silliness! Don't Panic! I know what I'm doing- sort of…? ;)