I clutched my book tightly to my chest, as I stood at the front of the classroom. It was the last class of the day. I had finally made it to the end. But my heart was racing as I scanned over the room. The only open seat was in the back, next to a very unhappy looking Edward. He must have realized this as well. His shoulders slumped as I walked towards him. His eyes stayed down, watching his clenched hands under the table. A few others I passed by, threw me looks of pity. Even the teacher made it clear that he was apologetic for the lack of options I had, for seating. The entire class was silent as I placed my books down on the long lab table. I sat at the edge of the seat, nervous of how he might react.

But he didn't make a sound, he just continued to glare down at his hands. There was some light shaking in his arms. His body looked tense. I took this moment to really look him over in detail. He was impossibly beautiful. Skin like marble, perfect sun-kissed tan. As if he was always out in the sunlight. I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. The pull I felt was magnetic. I found myself wanting to get closer. To feel just the slightest touch of his warmth. He was like the sun itself. Vibrant, full of life and breath-takingly gorgeous.

My face flushed hot as my eyes trailed down his muscular arms, all the way down to his fingertips. But his hand was so tightly wrapped around his pencil, I thought it was about to break into pieces under the pressure.

What have I done to offend this Greek god? Why was he so angry?

I tried to steady my breathing as the lecture began, I wanted to at least look like I was paying attention. But that was impossible. Not with Edward being here so close. He didn't speak to me, he didn't look at me. My heart ached and I didn't know why.

The teacher spoke on and on regarding a topic I had already studied at my school in Arizona. Apparently the school curriculum was a bit slower than the one I'd been in. That was fine by me. It made things a bit easier, I could relax and not focus so intently. I wanted to remain on guard. I had a feeling that Edward was about to lose his cool. He appeared to be barely holding it together. I saw him begin to tip over the edge, as the boy in front of our table turned around to offer me a warm smile. He handed me some papers, the teacher had just passed out.

His hand brushed over my finger as I took the papers.

Edward finally lifted his head, glaring murderously towards the boy. "If you want to keep those hands, I'd keep them to yourself." He threatened quietly.

The boy's face seemed to pale as he quickly turned back to face the front.

I frowned, locking my eyes on Edward. "What is your problem?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly at me, but a shudder rolled over him. "Nothing,"

"You've been nothing but rude since I sat down."

He snorted, leaning back in his chair to fold his arms across his chest. "I don't know what you mean. I haven't said a word to you."

"Yeah, that's what I mean, not a very welcoming feeling. And then you snapped at that boy." I turned away from him, unsure where I was getting the nerve to even speak to him. The words just came out naturally. It didn't feel like this was the first time I'd ever spoken to him. Even though it was. It felt so familiar.

"That boy should keep his hands off things that don't belong to him." Edward muttered, glancing away from me. His sights went out towards the window. The rain was still pouring. But the longer he watched it, the more calm he became. The trembling in his arms seemed to stop. His expression softened just slightly, before he looked back in my direction.

"This is your first day here," It was a statement. "Are you… enjoying yourself?"

I was a bit taken off guard at his attempt at polite conversation. He had been so cold earlier. His emotions were all over the place. It was hard to determine what was on his mind. I turned my eyes to the paper with questions on the lectures, scribbling my name at the top.

"As much as I can," I muttered, not meeting his gaze.

"And what does that mean?"

I sighed, reluctantly turning to look at him. But I soon lost my train of thoughts as he watched me intently. He raised a brow, a hint of amusement touching his expression. He didn't respond, he patiently waited for my response.

"The rain keeps me up at night." It was the first thought that came to my mind.

"I'd imagine this would be a difficult change for you, Arizona doesn't get much rain, does it."

I shook my head, attempting to focus my thoughts. "You're right, but I'll get used to it."

"If you aren't a big fan of the rain, what brought you here? I can't imagine a place in the world that rains more than La Push." He frowned slightly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm here now." I didn't want to talk about Rene and Phil. It still left a bit of a sour taste in my mouth. It wasn't exactly my idea to move here, but when Rene found out she was pregnant, it became pretty clear that I would only be in their way if I stayed. Phil didn't say it out loud, but I sensed it, every time we were in the same room. He never gave me the impression that he didn't like me, or anything like that. But as soon as he found out he was going to become a father, his acceptance of me being around seemed to disappear. Rene of course begged me to stay. But I could see it in her eyes as well. She would be so happy to raise her new little baby, with her new husband. I would just be a reminder that she had failed the first time around.

"And do you plan on staying?" He continued, his body appearing to become tense.

I nodded glumly. "La Push is my new home now. There is no going back." The words sounded more depressing than I wanted them to. A few people turned around to glance at me. Apparently listening in on our conversation.

Edward instantly turned to glare in their direction, causing everyone to avert their gaze. It seems that the students of this school were a bit afraid of him. I couldn't blame them. His cold demeanor was enough to put anyone on edge.

"Then I'll give you some good advice," His eyes slid back to mine.

"And what would that be?"

"It would be smart, if you avoided me."

I rolled my eyes, not impressed by his threat. I didn't know if I could even call it a threat. When he said it, I could see nothing but sorrow.

"Why?"

"I have a habit of hurting everything I touch," He looked away now, turning his full attention to the paper. I watched as he neatly wrote down his answers. Not struggling in the slightest. He was smart. Mysterious. Good Looking. There weren't enough words in the world that could describe him.

I let our conversation drop, turning to my own work. I didn't know how to respond to him. My thoughts were all jumbled and confused. His words said something, but his eyes said something else. I don't think I will ever understand this guy. But there was a fire burning deep in my stomach. I wanted to know him. Every inch of his being. I wanted to be swallowed up in his dark eyes.

He finished his work before I did, I could feel his eyes on me. He didn't speak, just watched me. Eventually I finished as well. Although I wasn't brave enough to jump right back into a conversation. He had warned me to avoid him. So why did I desperately hope he would talk to me? I peeked at him quietly, through a curtain of my hair. His eyes flickered over to me. His fists balling into fists once again.

Was I annoying him?

The last bell of the day rang loudly overhead, causing me to jump in my seat. Everyone was getting up, shuffling around their seats. No one paused for a second to race out the doors. But Edward and I remained still. He waited, keeping his eyes on me as he watched me slowly rise. My soul was screaming. Say something. Talk to him one more time. This may be the last chance you have. Make it good.

"You say, that you hurt everything you touch," I found some courage as I turned to face him.

"That's right," He clicked his tongue, a dark look on his face. "I at least owe you truthfulness."

"Things will never change if you stop trying all together. If you give up on opening up to people. You will always be the guy that hurts people." I said, tucking my book under my arm.

He stood up now, easily towering over me. He was much taller than I had realized. My head tilted up to stay within his line of sight. Edward's lips pulled together in a hard line. Gently his hand went out to catch a stray piece of my hair that had fallen over my face. He tucked it behind my ear, the briefest contact with him, sent electricity through my body. Blush crawled across my cheeks.

"Just remember, I warned you." He spoke quietly, a hint of a smile touching his face.

I watched, lost in a daze as Edward picked up his things and walked past me. Leaving me alone. I stood there for a moment, as I had realized that I was holding my breath. Chills rolled down my spine for a second, before I forced my legs to move. It was finally time to get home. I just wish I could turn my thoughts off. I couldn't get that jerk out of my head. Why did he have to act like such a prick? Why did I like it?

I left the school, feeling a mixture of apprehension and acceptance. It was an overall successful day. I made it through without any injuries, embarrassing mistakes, or awkward introductions. Plus, I would have a great conversation starter, for when Charlie got home. I'd like to know a little bit more about his heritage in La Push. Maybe it would help me understand Edward and his group a little better.

The drive back to Charlie's was quiet and uneventful. The radio unfortunately didn't work, it would be something on my list to get fixed. There was a lot of clunking and rattling as I drove. But I ignored it, the best I could. It was an old truck. All of them probably make noises like this. That's what I had assumed, until I found myself broken down along the road.

Of course my bad luck had to rear its ugly face. Things like this have always happened to me. I haven't even had this truck for a full day and it was already causing issues. I looked around the area, hoping for a sign of someone to help me. I didn't know a thing about cars. It wasn't really something that interested me. And like an idiot, I left my cell phone at home today. Which I don't usually do, I had just been so anxious and distracted by this being my first day, it slipped my mind to grab my phone.

Nothing but trees around here. La Push had a very dense rainforest. It surrounded this oceanside community, it felt like this place was always being strangled by something. Clouds, plants, rain and now, all these damn trees. There were so many, it blocked out what little sun did manage to pass through the clouds.

I couldn't help but glare up at the sky, letting the rain pour down over my face. As irrational as it was. I just wanted to scream and throw a fit. I was stranded here. The weather was crap. With a swift kick of my boot, I hit the tire of the truck. As if that would have helped the situation. But I didn't know what else to do. I could try to flag someone down to help me. Or just crawl back into my truck and wait for Charlie to notice that I didn't make it back home. But who knows when he would make it back home. I could end up sitting here forever.

Looks like I would be trying to flag down someone. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long for the next car to make an appearance. I lifted my hands over my head, waving a truck down. Relief washed over me as a black chevy parked directly behind my truck. I moved quickly to the driver's side door.

But the wind was nearly knocked out of me as my eyes landed on Edward. He looked livid. "Get in," He rolled his eyes, jumping out of his truck to gesture for me to get moving.

I stood stubbornly still, meeting his gaze. "No, I don't need a ride home. I need my truck fixed before my father sees. This truck was a very generous gift to me from Charlie."

Edward narrowed his eyes slightly. "Bella. Get. In."

"Make. Me." I challenged - with a glare coming to my face.

Wordlessly, Edward gently lifted me up off the ground, as if I was as light as a feather. He placed me in his truck before I could complain and followed me in. His hair was dripping wet as he began driving away. I couldn't believe it. Did Edward just kidnap me off the side of the road?

"Take me back," I grumbled at him. "I can't just leave my truck sitting there."

"I'll have Emmett swing by and tow it to your house, it's not a big deal." He sighed, his shoulders were tense.

"Fine, but you didn't have to do that, I mean… toss me into your truck like that."

"I didn't see any way around it." He muttered, glancing over at me with some concern. My body was soaked to the bone. I was freezing. I knew that I was trembling, but I couldn't help it. Edward quickly turned the heaters on in his truck and pointed them in my direction.

I almost moaned at the heat that blasted into my face. It took a couple minutes, but I began to warm up a bit. He continued to watch me, but all signs of annoyance were gone. He only seemed relieved.

"How did you find me? Are you stalking me or something?"

"No, nothing like that,"

I waited for him to fill in some further detail, but he stopped talking. He just kept his eyes on the road. He was just as stubborn as I was. It was a bit frustrating. I figured it would probably be a waste of time to push for more information. I was wet, uncomfortable and I just wanted to go home. My lip trembled as I wrapped my arms around myself. The heater was helping, but I couldn't seem to warm up fast enough.

"Come closer," He sighed, glancing at me.

I snorted. "You told me, not even an hour ago, to avoid you. Now you want me to climb into your lap?"

Edward rolled his eyes. "That isn't what I meant. Believe it or not, I'd rather not see you freeze. So, just come over here close, I'll warm you up." A smirk crossed his face.

I shrugged my shoulders slightly. I might have given up more of a fight, if it wasn't for the fact that the idea of being that close to him, made butterflies hit against the walls of my stomach. Besides, if I refused, he would just reach over and pull me over. I was sure of that. Edward didn't seem like the kind of man that you can refuse.

Shyly I slid across the seat, until I felt myself pressed against his side. The heat falling off his body was amazing. "So warm," I breathed.

His arm swept down around my shoulder, bringing me a little closer. A feeling of bliss bounced between us for a moment. I hesitantly let my head rest on his shoulder as my eyes began to feel heavy. This was the most comfortable I've felt since I stepped foot in La Push. I felt so protected and safe with his arm around me. It only took seconds for me to warm up. But I didn't dare move, not even an inch away.

"You know, I knew you were going to be troublesome," He commented lightly.

I raised a brow at him. "What does that mean?"

"It means, you are a handful, I should have known this wasn't going to be easy."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but it sounds like you are insulting me." I narrowed my eyes up at him.

He surprised me, but chuckling deeply, a crooked smile coming to his face. "I'd never insult you. Just do me a favor and try to go at least a few hours before needing to be saved. I can't be everywhere at once."

We now pulled into Charlie's driveway. His cruiser wasn't here. So he must still be at work. Thank goodness. Hopefully he really would send for Emmett to pick up my truck. I didn't want Charlie thinking that his wonderful gift had left me stranded in the middle of the road. It wasn't his fault.

Edward's words got under my skin a little. I huffed in response, reluctantly pulling myself away from him. It was almost painful to be apart from him. He watched me, his smile fading, getting replaced with a frown.

"Thanks for the ride," I muttered as I flung open the door.

But his hand reached out to grab my wrist. I froze as sparks danced across my skin. I looked into his dark eyes. Instantly feeling light headed.

"I mean it, be safe," He breathed.

I opened my mouth, but the lump in my throat stopped me from speaking. Instead I just nodded. Swallowed hard for a moment.

He released my wrist, giving me a sharp nod, before letting me get out of his truck. I stood in the driveway, watching him drive away. It felt like he ripped my heart from my chest, the further he went. Until his truck was out of sight, I turned to go inside. The rain had tapered off a bit. But I couldn't even enjoy it, all I could think about was Edward. When would I see him again? I'm sure I'd be seeing him around school. But that felt like such a long time from now.

Maybe I was being a bit dramatic. I needed to calm myself down. He was just a guy. I shouldn't act like he was some kind of god that could walk on water.I need to get Edward out of my mind.

A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read this! Let me know what you all think so far.