Chapter 2: First Day of School

My hand slams down on my phone and I struggle for a moment to turn off the loud alarm.

I throw the covers off and make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth. Watching my reflection, I mess with my hair for a minute before shrugging. It was messy and it actually looked pretty good. I guess I won't brush it today.

Once I dressed myself up in the only hoodie I owned and some black jeans, I make my way into the kitchen to grab a banana for breakfast.

Throwing the peel away, I munch on my fruit. My eyes sweep around the kitchen and I notice a dark navy blue side bag with a note on it.

Picking up the note, I couldn't help but chuckle at my dads messy handwriting.

-Beau,
Everything you need for today is in the bag. School schedule included. Meet me at the diner around 4:30pm. I get off at 4pm. I wrote the address down below.

Charlie

Below his note was in dead a address. Folding the note up, I gather my bag, slip on my Converse, and grab my keys and wallet from the table by the front door.

I open it and test the air outside. Chilly, but I won't need a coat. Good. Don't have one that's really suited for the cold. I really needed to go shopping.

Yeah, school still sucked. I did manage to meet a nice girl in English class. She and I clicked nearly instantly. Angela, I could see becoming one of my best friends.

"Beau! Look out!" I heard someone from my team shout out to me. I squeak and wack the volley ball that was headed straight for my face. Which would have been fine if it didn't sail to my right and nail a pretty brunette playing on the court next to ours.

She blinked in confusion and looked around.

I gasp and quickly jog over to her. "I am so sorry! I told them not to let me play. Sports hate me."

She looks over at me and waves her hands. "Oh, no. No harm, no fowl. I'm Jessica by the way. Oh! Your Beau right? The new boy from Arizona? Aren't people from Arizona supposed to be, like, really tan?" She asks as she twirls some of her hair around her fingers.

Oh dear. Not another girl trying to flirt with me. "Oh, ah, yeah. I guess so. I've, always been pretty light with my skin tone."

I awkwardly scratch behind my head, looking off to the side.

An arm slings over my shoulder and I tense up. Oh god, not this guy again. Mike was just so determined to be my friend. It was kind of annoying. But I promised my dad I would try.

"Beau's a natural at attracting the balls. Well, they always seem to keep hitting him." He slaps me on the back and I flinch.

"Ah, yeah. Ha. Guess you could say I have bad luck with these type of things. Um, anyways, we should get back to our games." I wave to Jessica and spin Mike around, leading him by the shoulders towards our spots.

"By the way Beau, I call dibs on Jess." Mike throws a grin my way and I roll my eyes. God I hate gym class.

"So these were all taken from your parents green house?" Looking at the pictures on the camera were interesting to me. Angela was a pro. Every picture was of something else and looked like it belonged on a magazine or a billboard.

"Mhm. I've been trying to come up for a new headline for the front page of the school paper. Eric suggested to feature you, Beau, but I told him you wouldn't like that." She smiled gently at me and glanced over at the other end of the table where the rest of our peers were. You could say we were the two odd balls in the group. We like to stick to ourselves and not get wrapped up in what ever new drama around the school that they kept talking about.

Off to my right I notice some students walking in the cafeteria door, shaking off some snow from their hair. Oh great. When did it start snowing?

Curiosity got the best of me. I gently nudge Angela and gesture towards the inhumanly beautiful students, trying not to gain the attention of the others at our table.

"Oh! Those are the Cullen's." She whispers into my ear and I nod. "The two in the front, are Rosalie and Emmett. Their a couple along with the two behind them. The pixy like girl is Alice and the blonde guy is Jasper. They moved down here from Alaska a few years ago. Dr. Cullen and his wife adopted them."

"Awe! That was so kind of them. Four kids? Oop, make that five. Holy hell. He's smoking!" I barely catch my mouth from dropping open in shock. I really need to stop thinking out loud. Luckily no one seemed to have heard me.

I catch a smirk on the corner of his lips and my body freezes. It was as if time had stood still. All I could see was him and his liquid gold eyes as they met mine. His eyes widened a bit as we locked eyes. The smirk fell from his lips and his mouth parted.

We were both pulled from our stupor as the beautiful pixey clung herself to his arm and led him towards the table the rest of the Cullen's were at. It was like we couldn't look away from one another. He tears his eyes away with reluctance to look down at his sister.

Angela must have caught me staring and something seemed to click in her mind. "Oh. Oh!"

I quickly turn towards her and cover her mouth with my hand. "Please don't tell a soul that you saw me oggling that piece of man candy! I'm not ready for the whole school to start bullying me!" I whispered to her, holding a finger up to my lips, eyes pleading. My god, I was behaving and thinking like a boy crazy teen-age girl. I was not normally like that. Sure, I've had an interest in boys, but I haven't experienced anything like this before.

Her eyes soften and she nods. She gently takes my hand from her mouth and squeezes it. "I won't. Your secret's safe with me." She smiles and then gasps and whispers. "Does that mean I can talk to you about boys?"

Gasping dramatically, I grip her firmly but gently by her shoulders, turning her to face me. "Angela. I think you just became my best friend. You should come to dinner with my dad and I tonight." Her eyes lit up and she bounced in place happily.

She glances behind me and giggles. "Edward Cullen is staring at you."

I am just about to spin around to look when Jessica's head pops up in front of us. "Edward Cullen? You telling Beau about the hotties of the school? Yeah, better stay away from Alice and Rosalie. They're already taken." She giggles.

Yeah, no. No one has to worry about them. Unless they have a flat chest and a penis, I won't even be remotely interested.

"And Edward Cullen. Gosh he's gorgeous. But apparently, nobody here is good enough for him." She expresses. Wow. I'm guessing she tried and got rejected. Oh I would have loved to see that.

Mike then joins in as I look over my shoulder. Edward was indeed looking at me. His face held a smirk, as if he knew something. Um. "What dude? Can't I look? If I can't touch, let me at least look." I whisper so only Angela can hear me.

Edward nearly jerks out in laughter as he tries to cover up the grin on his face. I quickly look away. Oh god, it was as if he could see what I was thinking from my face. Did I accidentally lick my lips or drool? I wipe at my lips, completely ignoring the conversation at the table. Nope, no drool. And there is no way he could have heard me from here.

The words, "It must suck for Mrs. Cullen, being so barren, she has to resort to adoption to have kids.

"Shut up! Just shut up! How do you know that!" I nearly shout at a startled Jessica. "For all we know, she and her husband wanted to take kids in who need a loving family. Did you ever think about that? Huh? Didn't think so. Those kids hers even if they didn't come from her body!" You see. This was a touchy subject for me. My mom found out a few years ago that she couldn't have any more kids naturally, something that kept her from dating for years. No one deserved to be talked about like Jessica was talking about Mrs. Cullen. "So just shut your mouth and keep your nasty comments to yourself.

Angela tugs at my sleeve and tries to drags me away as the lunch bell rang. I looked down at my barely touched lunch. I had only eaten a few carrots. Their salad here sucked ass.

Alright Beau. Clam yourself. Only three more classes. You can do this. Ignore Jessica's nasty ass. You totally did not just freak out in front of the whole school. No biggy.

"I'll meet you at my truck after school. I'll drive you home after dinner." I grin as Angela nods. We were standing outside of our last class of the day. Biology. Too bad for me, Angela was already paired up with someone at a desk.

Walking in, Angela goes to sit down while I head to the teacher.

Mr. Molina smiles at me. "Ah! You must be Beau." He glances around the class. "You can sit next to Edward." Turning around, my breath catches in my chest. Okay Angela. I forgive you for not being able to sit with me.

He was smiling down at his notebook. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. Alright. You got this. Don't trip.

Once again, I notice him cover up a grin. Huh. Weird. Wonder what was so funny in his note book. I won't judge. I always break into smiles and laughs when I read. I even talk to myself sometimes.

Now that I think about that, I don't think that's all that normal.

Sitting down, I ruffle my hair and let out a sigh. Great. I'm sitting next to the hottest guy in school. Dear Lord. How has my heart not gone into cardiac arrest yet?

The rest of the class goes by too fast. I barely get to soak up the feeling of being by Edward before the bell rings.

I stand up and start to put my notes away. God damn it. I couldn't freaking pay attention. It was so hard. What exactly did Mr. Molina even talk about today? Did I really zone out for a whole hour?

"Your name is Beaufort right?" The most tantalizing voice I had ever heard spoke up from my left.

Slowly, my head turns and I am met with Edward Cullen's beautiful, dark gold eyes. Huh. They were darker than earlier. Weird. I shrug it off and give him a small smile.

Holy smokes. He actually talked to me.

"Uh, Beau, actually." I barely squeak out, anxiety shooting through the roof. I carefully shake his offered hand gently, trying not to let my nerves show, and tingles shoot through my skin at the contact. Wow his hand was cold.

He shifts his bag over his shoulder and nods. I see his eyes sweep around the room before settling back on my face.

"Well, Beau, thank you for standing up for my mother. I'll, see you later." He gently grips my hand before releasing it, passing both a stunned Angela and a stunned me, leaving only the two of us in the room.

She walks over to me in shock.

Gasping out of my stupor, I turn and grip her shoulders as she grips my arms.

"Did-did that just happen?" I stutter in absolute wonder. "Did Edward Cullen just talk to me?" She nods at me and I drop my head onto her shoulder.

"He never speaks to anyone outside of his family unless he has to." She whispers out, gently running her hands up and down my back.

"Looks like you have an admirer, Beau." I could hear the grin in her voice.

Chuckling, I lean back and release her. "Alright. Come on. Lets head out. Wouldn't wanna keep my dad waiting. Oh and don't worry about the dinner. I'll pay for my best friend." I wink as I grab her hand and lead her outside towards my vehicle.

Glancing over the parking lot, I see Edward by a silver Volvo. His siblings were with him as well, and Rosalie did not look happy.

For the first time today, Edward wore a frown as he listened to whatever she was saying.