Hi everyone! Eight reviews in one night! Well, I'm glad! So anyway, for those of you who've read my stories before, thanks for coming back to read more! For those of you who haven't, thank you for stopping by to read. I hope I'll meet your expectations. If you haven't already checked it out, Guardian is already posted. If you haven't read my other stories and are wondering what I'm babbling about, the latest chapter in pretty much all my stories is an announcement about it. If you're curious, go ahead and read it. I'd also like volunteers to help me decide on a cover for it, if you'd like to help me out. This may not get posted until later today or tomorrow because I'm fixing pictures on my photobucket account for cover ideas. I apologize if the story is or gets dry, I usually don't deal with human Bella fan fics. I may spice it up, but I'm not sure. Before I start babbling uselessly as I'm known for doing, onward readers! Heads up, it may be short.

Chapter two: A beautiful face, a cold exterior

E Pov

Coming to Forks was like coming to every other city or school I'd ever gone to since the time I was nine years old. And every time I'd arrive as if I were the king of England or something. I step out of the limo with the usual "dazzling" smile and wave at the flashing cameras and journalists come to get the latest scoop on Edward Cullen.

"Mr. Cullen, how do you feel about transferring to Forks?"

"Why'd you decide to come here?"

"Simple, I wanted to return to my childhood home. I'd like to catch up with everyone and see what's been going on," it was sort of a lie. I'd only lived here for a year and half almost seven years ago. No one would have remembered me ever being here because my family and I always kept to ourselves. Since we weren't all as practiced back then.

"You grew up in Forks? Channel 16 viewers would like to know what your childhood was like!"

"Well it was pretty good. I was just an average kid who happened to play a few instruments back then."

"What were your hobbies?"

"The same as now, I guess. I like to play baseball, I write and compose music, that sort of thing."

I started toward the front doors of Forks High, feeling pretty good to finally be rid of the reporters that were waiting outside to ask questions and take pictures. No doubt at least one would be splashing a ridiculous headline with a picture of me from sometime I wasn't looking. Something like, "Edward Cullen, Bad boy or soft hearted sweetie?" Yes, that had actually happened once. All I did was pick up a bouquet of roses that fell out of a girl's hand as I walked by.

And now it was the moment of truth. I took a deep breath and glued a wide smile onto my face, opened the door and stepped inside. Instantly I heard muted gasps of surprise from all around the room, the stares were so intense I thought I could feel them burning holes into my back already. Everyone was gaping at me with open mouthed shock, and I felt the smile on my face grow wider in amusement. And then I saw her.

She had the most intense gaze, and without even looking, I could tell she was different. I turned around slowly and I would've sworn that I'd died right there, or well, you know what I mean.

There she sat, Isabella Swan, though I didn't know it at the time. Her expression was more than a little cold, her body stiff and her eyes fixed on me in almost a glare. I'd never have someone glare at me since, well a really long time. Something about her just caught and held my attention, and before I really knew what I was doing, I was walking over confidently and sitting in the only available seat next to her. But here's the weird thing, when I tried to read her mind, I got nothing! Like she wasn't even thinking a single thought, though with the look she was giving me it was obvious she was.

"I'm Edward Cullen," I introduced. She stared at my hand but didn't move to shake it.

"Bella," she said stiffly.

"It's nice to meet you." But then Mr. Banner began the lesson and I was forced to listen to him babble on and on about stuff I already knew. The entire hour, my mind was focused on her. The strange girl who acted so coldly. When I looked at her a few times, it seemed as if she were pretty occupied in her thoughts as well. I wonder who she was exactly.

Maybe I can get someone to tell me about her, I'm sure I can get that one girl over there (who happens to be glaring daggers at Bella) to tell me about her. She seems as if she'd only be happy to help.

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Sorry, got to end it here! I'll try and post another one soon but I'm being forced into family game night. Later!

-V