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The room was cluttered with desks that were too small and shelves filled with math books. A stout, bespeckled teacher stood at the front of the class. She wore a floral printed dress and wore her slightly grey hair in a tight bun. I scanned the class looking for the sandy, disheveled hair that I knew as Edwards before spotting him in the back of the class. He winked slyly my way before looking back to his book.

"You must be the new kid!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Please, tell the class your name and one fact about you."

I shuffled my feet nervously as I looked down at my Nike's.

"My name is Jacob Black and…" I'm at this school because my father hates me for imprinting against my will and I was kicked out of my house… "my favorite color is blue." I finish bitterly before promptly taking a seat in the back of the class, conveniently beside Edward. The teacher gaped at my random bitterness before stumbling into a lesson about cosines.

Edward shot me a look of sympathy. His bright honey eyes shone at me with a knowing look. Damn him for being able to read my thoughts. I shrugged and focused all my attention on the lesson.

For about five minutes.

I fucking hated math, man. Damn Forks for not having a mechanics class. Though I was good at biology, mechanics was my passion. If it could run on gas, I could fix it. I was always working on some abandoned car or ATV.

A piece of notebook paper slipped onto my desk folded up into a little note. I looked over at Edward who motioned for me to open it. Inside it read: Got any plans after school?

I smiled. Passing notes in class was so immature for someone who was probably was here when Rome was build. He coughed violently and I chuckled. Okay, maybe he wasn't that old. His writing was immaculately neat, of course, and the font resembled something from the early 1900's.

Not really. Why? I responded and passed the note back to him. My handwriting looked like shit compared to his. Honestly, it looked that way compared to anyone. I just didn't have good handwriting. A few seconds later he passed it back.

How would you like to come over and meet the rest of my family tonight?

I looked at the note for a minute. Sure, I had met his dad already, but that was as a patient. Now, he wanted me to meet his family as his…I STILL don't know what we are! I was nervous.

I shrugged and put the note away as the teacher walked by. I guess I didn't have too much to worry about, right? Just going to a house full of vampires; nothing to worry about. I sighed as the bell rang overhead. I felt a cold hand on the small of my back as that Edward's smell hit me. It was no longer bitter/sweet anymore. Now, it was just sweet.

"You have nothing to worry about, babe." he whispered in my ear as the class began to disperse. "My family is going to love you. You've already met my dad and Emmett."

I hummed thoughtfully as we exited the class.

"Since we both have study block next period how about I take you and give you a tour of the house?" Edward queried. "Both Esme and Carlisle are out hunting."

"Already trying to take advantage of me, Cullen?" I joked as we walked out to the parking lot. "I don't put out so easily."

Edward stopped in his tracks, despite the light drizzle outside. He grabbed my hand and looked at me, his honey eyes blazing.

"I hope that isn't what you think. Is it Jacob?"

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. For a mind reader he should know I was kidding.

"Edward, I was joking," I scoffed.

Water dripped down his dark blonde hair and fell onto his face. His white shirt was plastered to his chiseled body showing off his abs and pecs. Damn, I was kidding but I don't think I would mind him taking advantage of me. His hands running down my…

"Jacob!" he exclaimed, smiling widely. I felt the heat run to my face, blushing wildly. His fingers locked between mine as he led me to the car. His hand felt like ice in mine, yet somehow it felt so right.

We walked up to the silver Volvo, and Edward opened the passenger door for me and motioned for me to get in.

"I'm NOT a girl Edward. I'm pretty sure I can open a door by myself," I mumbled

He smiled a crooked smile that melted away my temporary anger and entered the car. I pulled my seatbelt over my torso and buckled up as he pulled out of the parking lot. As Edward began to pull off, I looked down and noticed he didn't have a seat belt on.

"Aren't you going to put on your seat belt?" I asked.

He just laughed. He looked over at me, humor evident in his honey eyes.

"Really? Babe, I'm sure I can handle it. A seat belt is not something I need to worry about."

Flashbacks of my wreck flooded my mind. I knew it was silly, but I still worried. The wreck had really shaken me up. Apparently, he noticed because he reached around and buckled his seat belt.

"Just for you," he said winking at me.

He floored the gas and sped out of the school parking lot.

His hand slipped back into mine as he began driving away from the school. I felt a smile creep across my face. This really was where I was meant to be.

We chatted idly on the way to his house. I found out he played an instrument called the... I can't remember what he called it. I had never heard of it but it seemed interesting to me. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about it, the way he explained every detail of it, and the fact that he had named the instrument could tell me he was really into it.

He went down a long driveway before coming to a stop underneath a canopy of pine and spruce trees. I gaped at the huge fucking house in front of me. Compared to my house at the reservation, or well what was my home, this was a mansion. There were huge glass windows everywhere; it looked so modern. Honestly, I expected a castle with a moat or at least a Victorian home.

I followed him into his home as a bitter smell hit my nose, making my eyes water. The smell of vampires was extremely dense. I wonder why Edward smelled so sweet to me but others didn't. Effects of the imprint? He shrugged lightly, before grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs. He showed me all the rooms, each exquisite and unique in its own way. Every room seemed to have a history and a personality.

"And this is my room," he said, opening up a huge oak door. I walked in to see a small cot in the corner of a huge room. A large stereo was on the side of the room, with tons of CD's and a bookcase lined with books. In the back were two huge glass walls that held an amazing view of a meadow.

"Your room is so freaking awesome," I sighed.

He laughed, before coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"And now with you in my room it's even better," he whispered, bending down and kissing the crook of my neck.

A soft moan emitted from me. He had found my hot spot. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued to kiss and nibble the side of mine. His hands traveled down my chest and stomach as I fisted his hair. I whimpered helplessly as he kissed the crook of my neck. Goosebumps rose all over my body, and my breath shortened into shallow gasps. He turned me around and pressed himself against me so that I was against the wall. I could feel his stiff dick pressed against my leg, which only made more blood rush to mine. He stared at me intently with those bright honey eyes before cautiously leaning forward. I met him halfway, my lips grazed his, just for a split second.

It was like magic.

I wanted more.

I pressed my lips to his forcefully, one hand fisting his hair as the other traveled down his chest. I felt his tongue prod against my lips before I opened my mouth, granting him access. His tongue darted into my mouth and began to explore every crevice. He even tasted sweet. Our tongues battled for dominance as I wrapped my leg around his waist pulling him closer, his dick rubbing against mine. The friction caused him to moan into my mouth.

I could get used to that sound.

He pulled back and smiled his cute crooked smile at me.

"Ew! Why does it smell like wet dog in here?" a voice from downstairs shrieked.

Edward groaned. "That would be Rosalie," he explained. "She can be a bitch but she's normally nice."

He placed a kiss on my lips before interlocking his hand in mine.

"Well, ready to go meet my family?" he asked.

I nodded silently. I thought I would be extremely nervous but I couldn't get off Cloud nine.

I had my first kiss.

AN: I meant to ask this in Chapter 6 but forgot. Does anyone know the instrument Edward plays? It's NOT the piano. First person to answer correctly gets a shout out! Go back and READ chapter six for the details :]