AN: So here's one that's a bit longer, and I'll have the second part of the chapter up later tonight, but I wanted to give you a taste. Thanks so much for all of the awesome reviews! It means a lot!

Disclaimer: Don't own twilight or new moon. Sadly.

Following the others, I was reminded of a previous school I had attended about fifteen years ago. I had been in Emmett's Phys Ed class then. We were participating in a wrestling unit, and we were paired together. It started off fine, at a human pace, and then we both began to get aggressive, holding harder, moving faster. I should have stopped, told him we would attract too much attention, but I was too caught up. It ended when I threw him against a wall with a loud crack and left a dent. We never returned to the city. I could only hope I'd fare better here. But without any of my siblings in my class, the same misjudgement would result in a broken neck. I grimaced.

The gym building wasn't large, perhaps even smaller than the others. The group of students were filing into change rooms, chatting amiably and carrying gym clothes. Great. I wondered if Alice could do anything with the limp grey shirts and shiny elasticized shorts. Then again, the less I stood out, the better. So I stood there like an idiot, thinking about how to obtain a uniform when I was approached by a tall, greasy-haired boy with the beginnings of some serious acne.

"Hello, I'm Eric. You must be Edward." Maybe if I'm nice to him he'll introduce me to his sisters…

"Yes," I replied shortly. Definitely over-helpful.

"Umm…looks like you don't have the shirt and shorts yet; I can ask Mr. Kennedy if you want, he's just in the equipment room over there…"

I was already walking briskly, "No, I'll do it,"

He nodded furiously and disappeared through a door marked Boys.

I reached the end of the hallway to find a short, middle-aged man wheeling out a cart of soccer balls. He wore an orange shirt with the words "Let's get 'em!" that clashed horribly with his red sweats.

"Mr. Kennedy?"

He jumped a little and turned around, "Oh, hey kiddo! What can I get for ye?"

I suppressed rolling my eyes. "My name is Edward. I don't believe I have a uniform."

"That's right! The new boy. I put it down somewhere…Let me see…" He rifled through a cardboard box, "Ahh, here we go. This should fit you. Now, hurry up son!" I bet he's all excited for this class!

I took it from him and walked back down to the change rooms, where a few late students still tricked in. Opening the door, I saw that the room was comprised of benches that ran along the wall, with small metal lockers above them. There were about twenty or so boys inside, all in various states of undress. I took a seat, sighing. What would they think of my abnormally pale skin? For perhaps the first time in my life, I felt self-conscious.

"Hey, Edward," Eric was standing in front of me, wearing his uniform. "Get changed and let's go!"

I nodded despairingly, and tugged off my turtle neck, replacing it with the t-shirt as soon as possible, but not before the eyes of the boys had flitted to my bare chest.

Look at that new guy! His muscles…

It's a good thing we don't have swimming this year, I don't want Amy seeing him like this!

I wonder if he'd give me some tips…

And I thought he was all metrosexual.

I tried to ignore the voices long enough to slide off my pants and put on my shorts. Not even glancing at Eric, I proceeded into the gym.