A/N: And so begins chapter two :)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I do not own Edward. I also don't happen to own anything else Twilight-related, but I am mostly saddened by the Edward bit.

The house was completely empty when I returned home. Charlie wasn't expected back for a few hours. I put my schoolbooks on the table and took a moment to enjoy the silence. The day had been stressful and confusing. I did not even want to look at the small pile of homework I had, however elementary it might be. Instead, I went up to my room and got a magazine about cars.

I tried to concentrate on the words but my mind was consumed with thoughts of Bella Cullen. She was unlike anyone I've even seen. I could somewhat understand the rest of the Cullens and Hales and I had never even talked to any of them before. Bella, though, was something extra special. Not just because she was beautiful, either. She was a mystery and that made me want to know her even more.

I closed my eyes as thoughts of Bella drifted from my head and were replaced with less exciting events of my day: Mike Newton befriending me, Jessica Stanley's shameless flirting, and my simple classes.

There was the rustling of a key at the front door and a moment later I heard it swing open.

"Edward?" I heard Charlie call.

"I'm in my room!" I called and my voice floated down the stairs to my father. I smelt take-out and at the moment, realized how hungry I was.

I arrived in the kitchen and Charlie was taking Chinese food from brown paper bags. I silently began to help him and in a matter of minutes, we were sitting on the couches in the living room, watching a football game.

"So," Charlie began awkwardly after a few minutes. "How was your first day?"

"Fine," I replied, my mouth full of fried rice. After swallowing, I told Charlie a few minor details of my day, excluding the Bella Cullen. The conversation did not continue for long as Charlie soon got distracted by the game. I quickly finished eating and fled from the living room.

"I can do dishes tonight," Charlie called from the couch.

I complied, grabbed my books from the table and headed to my room. My homework was every bit easy as expected.

I arrived at school early the next morning. Charlie had woken me up before leaving for work. He wasn't yet accustomed to living with another person, but I didn't hold that against him.

I actually pitied Charlie in a way. My mother had left him unexpectedly when I was less than a year old, claiming that small town life wasn't for her. Charlie never remarried and his life mainly revolved around work and fishing.

The weather was typically Forks, slightly raining and overcast, as I walked between the buildings at school. I felt fewer eyes on me than the day before, and I was a bit more comfortable with my surroundings. When I walked past one of the east buildings, the pleasant sound of classical music soared through the air and the scent of paint filled my lungs. Curious, I opened the door to the building and discovered a large square room, with a small group of students playing a variety of instruments.

Everything looked a little ancient and unkempt; I noticed the other side was paint-stained and littered with canvas and paintbrushes. Forks obviously did not have a very strong arts program and only a few students seemed dedicated enough to enter the messy room.

While I was studying the area, the band of students began collecting their instruments and they soon filed out of the room. Class was supposed to start shortly, however a piano in the back of the room caught my attention. It was a simple upright model and looked as if it had been through a lot. I sat on the bench to study the instrument further. The keys weren't dusty and when I played a simple melody, it didn't sound too bad. It was slightly out of tune but nothing unbearable. I laid my fingers on the keys, closed my eyes and began to really play. My hands swiftly moved over the keys and I played a smooth, pleasant song. My heart raced as the music filled my ears and my devoted mind listened to each note I played.

I had always loved music. Renée had entered me in piano lessons when I was six years old. I always looked forward to the day each week that my instructor would teach me something new. We didn't own an actual piano at home, however, so I rarely had a chance to play in Phoenix after I stopped lessons at age fourteen. I had been quite advanced in my skills but after my teacher moved away, I felt it was too late to find another mentor.

Thankfully, for me, playing the piano was like riding a bike for some. I could never forget how to do it.

I was so calm and utterly consumed by the sounds of the piano that I had almost missed the warning bell for class. I heard it, though, and quickly rushed to Calculus.

The morning was uneventful. Government, English and Gym followed. It felt like I had been there much longer than just one and a half days.

I walked into the lunchroom with Mike and unfortunately, Jessica. We bought our food and sat a table with many faces that were now familiar to me. I hadn't looked at the Cullens table yet. I was waiting to see her. Delayed gratification. I sat next to a girl named Angela Weber, who I recognized more clearly as one of the faithful musicians in the art room this morning. Angela wasn't at all like Jessica. Though she was very quiet, she seemed very kind and honest. Angela played the flute and we discussed music. Our conversation flowed and I was completely able to avoid my quasi-stalker.

Even though Angela was nice, I was distracted as it was unbelievably difficult to avoid looking at her. Finally, thirty minutes into lunch, I allowed myself a glance and the second I did, I wish I hadn't. Thorough disappointment was all I felt.

Four people sat at the Cullens' table. None of them the one I wanted.

A/N: I had intended for this chapter to be longer but math homework is calling me! More like screaming, but anyway.

To clarify: Edward's last name is Masen because that was his name pre-vampireness. I meant for Renee's husband to be Phil, not Ben, but I'm just a little fanfiction newbie who doesn't know how to edit the story after it's submitted!

I won't stop posting this story if it doesn't get a certain number of reviews but they make me very happy and motivate me to write faster! Tell me what you thought:D