Ok, this is my first multi-chapter fic. So be nice.
And yes, I don't own Edward, Bella, Mike, or any of the other characters from Twilight. But I do own Bethany, Madeline, Chandler, and whoever else pops up in this little story. Enoy!

Bitten

Chapter one: His Jacket

Math and I have never quite gotten along, but recently I have found myself running to room 207 instead of away from it. I'm almost sure of the reason behind my recent shift in behavior: Edward Cullen. Now, I know what your thinking, "Edward Cullen? Isn't he with that Bella girl?" And believe me; I would know this better than anyone else in this school. No, I'm not stalking Edward Cullen, and no, I do not have any elaborate plots for breaking them up. I just seem to have the worst possible timing in the history of the world.

I constantly walk in on romantic conversations and heated make-out secessions in between almost every class. It's getting to be more than my heart can stand. So I have decided that the best thing for me to do would be to ignore him. But here I am, wasting my energy, sprinting through the pouring rain to room 207.

I walk into the class panting like a fat dog in summer. My sodden curls stick to my forehead as I slowly make my way to my desk. He isn't here yet. I bet he's sucking face with Bella behind the building. And he's probably holding her in his strong arms… intertwining his long white fingers with her hair...Shut up brain. I ring the rain water out of my hair and take my seat, distracting myself by sketching on the back of some useless worksheet.

"Do you even own an umbrella" My friend Madeline asks, sitting in Edward's chair.

"Yeah, somewhere…" I reply, attempting to blow my dripping bangs out of my face.

Madeline laughs when the strand continues to float above my forehead then falls back down right in the same place it was before. I give up and flick the strand away with my hand.

"Oops!" she mumbles glancing over my shoulder, "Lover-boy is here I'd better go"

I grab her hand as she stands to leave and give her a pleading look "No stay!" I whine, but she just blows me a kiss and walks off.

Edward takes his seat next to me, glancing sideways at me when I fail to greet him with my usual smile and wave.

"Hello, Bethany" he says in his romantic and undeniably sexy voice; the one he uses to make Bella swoon. Not me.

I occupy myself by adding to the sketch I had started not to long ago. I bow my head in a mute salutation. He gives me a once over, eyeing my damp state with an air of amusement.

As Mr. K starts teaching, I begin to dry off. I can feel the heat being sucked out of my skin as the rain water evaporates into the dry classroom air. It doesn't help much that the place is air-conditioned. Why the school keeps it on in the middle of November is beyond me. I hug my body and try to keep some warmth in. Goosebumps crawl up my arms and down the back of my neck.

"You're going to get hypothermia" Edward whispers, pulling his jacket off the back of his chair and holding it out to me.

"I'm fine" I reply suppressing chills that threaten to ripple over my entire body. This boy is making it quitedifficult for me to ignore him!

"Your lips are turning blue" he sighs, continuing to push the jacket on me.

The chills brake loose and run up my spine. My muscles tremble uncontrollably and I'm sure I've lost my irritated expression. I take the jacket from him and mumble some kind of recognition for his action.

The corners of his lips turn up in some sort of strange smile/smirk hybrid, as I drape the jacked over my quivering shoulders. If he wasn't so damn attractive, I would honestly hate Edward Cullen.

I hear him chuckle and look at him, puzzled. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing" He replies quickly.

I think about him and Bella, and how I can never have something like that. I will never be as wonderful as Bella. Bella is perfect.

I think I hear him mumble "hardly," but then again, I can't be so sure.

I try to concentrate on what Mr. K has to say, but the smell of Edward's jacket is just so amazing that it soon becomes impossible to concentrate on anything else. Like, if someone offered me a free ticket to go see Justin Timberlake, I probably wouldn't notice. Class ends sooner than I had hoped. (Which is odd, because usually I just sit and beg the clock to move faster.) I reluctantly strip off Edward's jacket and hand it back to him.

"Oh, you can keep it" He says, making his way towards the door.

"But then you're going to get hypothermia" I mumble

"Don't worry, I wont. I promise."

I make my way slowly out of the classroom and toward 115, English. I sit down just as Mrs. Vester begins. The first word doesn't pass her lips before my mind has wandered to somewhere far away. I slip into a dull dreamy version of some tropical island were everything is prefect and grades and money don't matter. A place where natives dance with strangers and no one cares who you are or where you're going. I imagine myself dancing with Edward, his hands around my waist, our faces so close I can almost taste him. My flowing beach dress dances two steps behind us, leading the wind in a strange fluid tango. I smile and laugh as he twirls me and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

Something slams against my head and I remember where I am. The other kids laugh as I lazily rub my eyes and look, glass-eyed at Mrs. Vester's sagging wrinkled face.

"What's out there," She points to the window across the room with a red tipped sausage-finger, "that has you so interested?"

I know she doesn't really want me to answer, but she asked.

"Freedom." I answer, not cocky or anything, just honest.

Mrs. Vester turns her short stubby finger to the door. "Out!" she wails, glaring at me as I collect my things and glide out of the room.

I pull out a pencil and a piece of blank paper and begin drawing. Long sweeping arcs across the paper that make me forget who I am again. I just concentrate on the drawing in front of me, but I don't get far before my mind returns again.

Another hour of sitting out in the hall and drawing, it's amazing I maintain a passing grade in her class.

"Hey Bethany!" A familiar voice chimes. I look up to see baggy jeans, a dark hoddie with some logo on the front, and the eyes that have recently taken Edwards place along the margins of my paper.

"Mike!" I jump up, and hug him around the neck. Then stand back and look at him.

"You're not still sick, Right?" I have to stand on my toes to place my hand on his forehead. He feels warm against my cool skin. I'm glad hes back; I miss him a lot when ever he's sick. Being without a boyfriend as a distraction for two weeks is extremely difficult for someone as obsessive as me.

"No, but are you?" He takes my hand from his forehead and holds it in his. The warmth is amazing, my fingers become less stiff and my palms return to their usual pink.

He slides his warm hands up my frozen arms. Even Edward's jacket can't warm me like this. My heart flutters when he finally wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. All thoughts of dancing with Edward on warm sunny beaches are erased from my mind and all I can think about is how wonderful it feels to be held by Mike again.

"I've never met anyone whose body temperature is as cold as yours." He mumbles, leaning in to kiss me. I flush and turn my head, his lips brush my ear before he finally notices. I have a thing against PDAs, being on the receiving end of heartbreak a few to many times can make one afraid of a little publicity.

"Mm, whose is this?" He asks, tugging on the collar of Edward's jacket. Shit! I forgot to take it off! I look away and flick my hair in between my face and his.

"No one's" I reply. I probe my brain for some way to avoid the subject.

"Well, it's definitely not yours. You don't own a winter jacket."

Damn him for being so observant! I make a face then look at him, smiling innocently.

"I found it?" Well, I tried…

Mike lets go of me. I look up at him, blushing a bit brighter than before.

"Come on, I wont be mad. Who gave it to you?"

I look away again. How can I do this to Mike? To myself? I sniff, the guilt building up and overflowing in the form of tears.

"Its Edward Cullen's" I tell my shoes. Almost hoping he doesn't hear me.

He's silent; which means he heard me.

"Oh." He says calmly. His face relaxes into a blank stare. It scares me. I don't think I have ever longed for his smile more than right now.

I rip off the jacket and throw it across the hall. Then clasp my arms around him wiping my tears on his sweatshirt. He thinks I'm cheating on him with Edward! Just the thought makes me hate myself even more. He stands stiff for the longest second I have ever felt. Then reluctantly wraps his arms around me

"Are you crying?" he laughs, lifting my chin and smiling at me. I smile back. Mike is ok! He's not going to hate me forever!

"It's all right, it's all right! I mean, he gave it to you, right? It would be different if you asked for it."

I sniffed. It was true, Edward had pushed it onto me, and therefore I wasn't doing anything wrong, unless keeping yourself warm is suddenly against the laws of dating.

"I should be heading back…" Mike mumbles. Something is still bugging him, but I let him leave.

I feel horrible. I can't help that my crush on Edward Cullen involves more emotion than I have used in my entire life. Mike will never come close to how I feel about Edward. At least, not until I admit that he is just a conceded asshole who isn't worth a second of my time. And when that day arrives, I will passionately kiss Mike on the roof of the school for everyone to see.

"Wait!" I yell. He stops and turns to face me, confusion etched on every feature. Discomfort builds in my chest as I run after him. I stop right in front of him staring into his icy blue eyes.

"Yes?" Mike asks impatiently.

"I... um... I-I love you"