Diclaimer: Meyer has it all, I can play with Melody, though.

MPOV

Once we were in, we went our separate ways. He quickly kissed my lips. I wanted to melt right there on the spot, but I kept myself together. Edward had caught my inner struggle, oh my thoughts, so I heard another chuckle from him. Was he really that bright and chirpy or was it an act?

"I love you." he whispered before turning around and going to his class. He had Trigonometry first and I had American history.

I entered the classroom just a few seconds before the bell rang and students started to fill up the place. I took my seat right next to a window; I had no one to sit with me, as most of them were intimidated by my looks. The beauty seemed so unreal to them. Although, they had realized soon enough; I wasn't a toy to juggle around.

"Good morning, class." A cheery voice sounded. I looked up to meet a pair of grayish eyes that belonged to the teacher named Mrs. Chasellate.

She was a woman in her late forties, the work in school didn't seem to have affected her, she still handled herself well. Always dressed up as if she was actually happy to go to her work, in my vampire years of travelling and changing locations, it was a rare thing.

"Today we have an new student joining us," only then I noticed a girl shuffling nervously next to her, "may I know your name, honey?" I heard the girl mumble Swan.

Her eyes were chocolate brown, her hair was some mix bettween auburn and dark brown. Girls skin was fair, of course, not as white as was mine. Her height was the average and she definitely needed to eat more. Or maybe her metabolism was high. I wouldn't have been ashamed to call her 'the usual' or the girl that prefers to fade into the background. Her surname, Swan, reminded me of chief Swan. Could she be his daughter? Oh, yes, I now remember Carlisle talking to Esme about her moving to our school, something about chief's daughter and such... boring, for me.

She would make an brilliant vampire, though.

"Her name is Isabella Swan." She let us now, well, wasn't this entertaining? I quickly looked around the classroom; the place next to me was the only one left. I truly loved Mondays.

"Please, go and sit next to Melody, so we can start our lesson."

The girl followed the order. On her way to my table, which was in forth row, she had already managed to be close to falling more than once. Luckily, Mike Newton, the most obnoxious hormonal teenager I have ever encountered, caught her. He seemed to be pretty attached. Isabella, on the other hand, didn't like the attention she was getting. I smirked.

Not that brilliant, scratch that.

"Hi." she actually greeted me, I nodded just showing that I knew about her existence.

When she sat down, I ascertained that Isabella smelled as human as she could, her scent was powerful and I could hear her heart beating nervously. Was she nervous? If I had had a heart, I wouldn't make it work out like that. It was not healthy.

Maybe it would be better if Jasper didn't run in her today, he would just get upset and that would get Alice upset and Alice would get Edward upset and then I wouldn't get the chance to be loved… and then I would rip Emmett's head off for his comments towards me and my sex life… Hmm.

The hour went by in a blur; I knew where we were and what we were learning now. Sometimes I caught Bella stealing looks at me, was the lesson boring her, too? I didn't really care about her state of mind, now, as I was trying to find ways how to get away from the P.E. I was athletic, but I was angry if I had to limit my strength.

I should fake cold or go to the nurse and tell that I feel anxious. It would be weird if she wanted to take my temperature… maybe I should just skip, Carlisle would be ok with it.

I planned. Then the bell rang and I, as humanly fast as I could, left Isabella and the others still collecting their things. I didn't want to hover around.

Since the teacher loved giving us work in pairs, I was sure that I would have to talk to her in future; I couldn't wait to see what the human had to offer.

BPOV

Charlie had gotten me a car, it wasn't a fancy one, but honestly, even I wouldn't trust myself a good car. It was red, more like faded red. If I had a car, that meant I wouldn't have to go to school with Charlie and that mean that I wouldn't pop out of the crowd. I didn't really enjoy people trying to socialize with me, the feelings was just plain awkward.

Now, armed with my new vehicle, I drove up to the school's parking lot and turned the engine off. That was when I looked around to see what was waiting for me. Charlie had told me everything about the school, people here were close as the town of Forks was tiny and the population was, what, three thousand two hundred forty six?

When I got out of the car, the rain was pouring, so they weren't joking about the weather then. The sun was a rare thing to see, Renee had worried about my coping with it. She didn't really wanted me to go, but she knew I had to. I wouldn't be able to be a tag-along, I didn't want her to worry about if I was happy.

I already had the school map and schedule in my hands, as Charlie had offered to pick them up before my arrival. He really wanted me to fit in, to like this place not move away as my mother did. Judging by the interior of the house, I thought that he had never actually gotten over Renee.

I finally started to move, feeling the rain becoming heavier. With my nose in the map, I coordinated myself on how to get to the American History. It wasn't hard to find the building number 3. With almost no stumbling on the stairs, I finally opened the door and got myself in. just to feel myself bump in with someone.

"I'm so s-sorry." I stumbled with my words, not really looking up as I had to get my paper's from the ground.

"It's okay." I straightened up, finally, to see an Asian boy looking at me, "you're Isabella, right? I'm Eric." He introduced himself. His voice was velvety and from the first impression, he was laid-back.

"I'd prefer Bella." I answered, trying to get a smile out. Isabella was never my favorite way of pronouncement.

At least try to act outgoing, Bella.

I reminded myself, Eric did not move, as if he wanted to say something more.

"What's your first lesson? I could – "

Sadly, his attempt to break the silence was interrupted by another boy with a baby like face and blonde hair. He flashed a mischievous grin.

"SO, Eric! I see you enjoying the new meat. What's your name?"

"Bella." I answered once more thinking about reasons why I was so noticeable.

I didn't have anything on that would cause some major cleavage happening, yet they both seemed to be quite into talking. I just hoped that not everyone was so open to conversations with me.

"Nice to meet you, is your first lesson American History?"

I nodded.

"Mine too. I'll be glad to escort you, if you don't mind."

His hand was already around my shoulders, pushing me in the way where I thought the classroom was. Eric was left behind with a bewildered expression on his face. I apologetically smiled back at him, not that I could help.

"Um, no, Mike... I have to go to the ladies room?" it was more of a question, I just wanted to vanish for a tiny, little while until the bell rang and I would have the opportunity to slip into the class unnoticed.

"I can escort you to the ladies room, too!" he winked; I freed myself from his hands.

"I'll be fine, I assure you." I said and just speed walked away. Let's say, it took concentration not to trip on my way to the toilet as the hallways were full of people.

When I entered, I did not really need to go-go. I looked into the mirror to fix my hair here and there, then I heard voices coming from the stalls.

"I swear, Lauren, if Mike doesn't take as me out for the ball, I'll be so frustrated."

I wasn't alone in there. In addition, I didn't want to be caught eavesdropping, so with the last "Jessica, I'm sure he will…" I hurried so I could find the class.

Bell rung, as I expected. I opened the door to the classroom, which read American History on them and took a step in. Mike was there already. There weren't many students in the class, but it was enough to make me feel uncomfortable when the teacher had me say my name and introduced me to them, signing my slip afterwards.

I was directed to sit with a girl named Melody. I stumbled on my way through the isle, Mike's hands didn't leave my back until I was seated. It felt weird, awkward even and unexpected, I didn't enjoy people invading my personal bubble.

Melody was beautiful, her skin was pale white, her hair long, golden and curled all the way to her back. That is why I didn't understand Mike and Eric earlier, if they could have this, why did they almost eat me alive with their questions and sentences? I looked like plain nothing when sitting by her and I was not sure about whether I should say anything to her.

"Hi." Out of politeness, I muttered. She returned it with a nod, obviously, thinking of me as a speck to brush off. I didn't know how mean girls could get in Forks, if they were all known to each other, it shouldn't be that bad, would it?

The lesson was far from exciting; as I had already taken this subject back in Phoenix. Home, mom… I did miss her; I did miss Phil because he was funny and did not really push himself as a 'dad', but more like a friend. I then remembered my promise to write Renee an email and describe today, I shuddered. What would I say? Remembering home was too hard for me, as I was nowhere near. I didn't know if I would ever call Forks home, I stopped visiting in summers years ago and this was all new for me.

I started to study the looks of my other classmates, trying not to look at Mike as he was breaking his neck from turning every few minutes. Not returning the favor, definitely. My eyes stopped at Melody's features, she was different from others in the classroom. I knew that Forks lacked sun, but I didn't know that anyone could be that white. I turned away, now glancing out the window. It had been raining earlier, but now it was peaceful. Would I really grow to like this kind of weather?

The bell rang and I set myself up for the next hours. If the first one had started that way, I didn't want to know what there was to expect.

Surprisingly, nothing much happened until lunch. I had already learned to say my name, ignore to curiosity filled looks and not to trip on my way to the seat. In Spanish, I had been seated next to a girl which name I didn't know, but she quickly introduced herself as Jessica. I wryly smiled, was she the one from the toilet? That would be believable, as she was flashing looks at Mike, who was flashing looks at me. Had I become a part of some love triangle? If so, I was ready to sign off of it now.

After Trigonometry, where I sat with her too, it was time for lunch. I never ate a lot, but today had worn me off – I didn't want to eat at all. I took pizza and an apple, trying to listen to Jessica's babble the whole time while we were in the line. Soon, after we had paid, she led me to a table where Eric, Mike and some other kids sat. I might have had seen some of them in other lessons, but my mind was so full of new information, it couldn't absorb more.

"Hey, guys. This is Bella." She introduced me, and then she told me what the names of others were.

The only one I properly remembered was Angela, as she was the one I talked to the most. She seemed to be as shy as I was, so it was no surprise that we got along.

Our conversation abruptly stopped when I saw them entering. Six pale white, graceful figures. No one else seemed to direct any sort of attention towards them, but I wasn't able to stop staring. I knew it was rude, yet curiosity took control. They all were paired together, like couples.

They took a seat in the farthest corner of the room, barely talking to each other. The largest of them, who seemed to spend a lot of time exercising, had dark hair and when I said 'large' it wasn't even enough to describe him. Huge, bulky. Next to him sat a blonde-haired girl, her looks could make any girls self-esteem jump out of the window and commit suicide. To her right was another boy, his hair was almost curly and his face read pain. It seemed as if he was under some unknown pressure. Comforting him was a petite framed girl with black, spiky hair. She seemed to be excited about something, she quickly mumbled and then it hit me. A pair of eyes that were staring back. They were almost coal-black, that didn't disturb me. His jaw line was sharp and he seemed to be a little different from the previous both, he seemed to actually be the youngest. Next to him sat a figure I recognized, Melody. Her eyes were full of worry, put on me. I didn't understand it, but the worry wasn't about me, I could tell.

"Who are they?" I managed to get out, still being under the spell of their beauty.

"The Cullens." Jessica took her part, "The biggest one is Emmett, and the blonde next to him is Rosalie. Be aware of her, she doesn't really like girls showing any attention towards her 'man'. A senior named Mia tried it out, it wasn't pretty. Next to her sits Jasper. Do you see that look on his face? He is always like that, in constant pain or something. That is Alice; she acts so weird sometimes, as if she knows what is going to happen and then is acting nonchalant about it."

Jessica then took a deep breath.

"Edward Cullen."

There was something different about her voice, the boy shifted in his seat uncomfortably, yet there was a certain curiosity in his face. There was no way he could hear us.

"He is absolutely beautiful, right? But good luck with that, Melody, the other blonde, doesn't enjoy girls communicating with her Edward. It's like he's her personal property and no one can ever touch him. Ever." It started to sound like a personal grudge; I looked at Angela with a puzzled face.

"Yes, Jessica made a move and then Melody made hers." She explained, smiling with sympathy.

"Angela, it wasn't like that. Bella, just… don't even risk your luck." She finished, watching the six figures stand up and leave the cafeteria.

"So, that means that they are together?" I continued.

"Yes, Dr. Cullen is like a match maker – dad. He and his wife, Esme, adopted all of them. I heard that she can't have children on her own, so they decided to just grab a bunch."

Jessica didn't seem to be observant with her words, she didn't analyze her thoughts and just let it all roll down her tongue.

After the bell had rung, it turned out that I and Angela had to go to the same lesson. I felt relieved as almost every class had Mike hiding in it. I told about it to Angela, she laughed and comforted me with saying,

"Don't be afraid, he's just oblivious on how to be friendly, he'll get around soon."

A/N: A short and slow one, changed some things about the first time seeing Cullens, because I didn't want to just copy+paste it. In future, there will be only EPov, Bpov and Mpov, as I don't want to keep on such jumping forward and back on events.

Sorry for the grammar mistakes, english is not my mother language.

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R&R, e-cookies with Jasper smiling.