Okay, Edward is more social in this story. he's not as uptight.

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Edward Cullen? What? How? I stared at him stupidly, trying to take it all in.

Wait, I'm hallucinating, right? I must be so tired that my subconscious mind conjured up a perfect Edward Cullen right in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and blinked again.

He was still there, although the smirk was off his face now. Instead his green eyes were filled with suspicion and a tiny hint of panic… Wait, green eyes? Weren't they yellow a few seconds ago?

I stared at his face, trying to figure out how Edward Cullen happened to be standing right in front of me, and how his eyes happened to change color so fast.

His face grew even more worried as he seemed to be focusing on something. He's sparkling emerald eyes bore a hole through my face.

What is he doing? I wondered. He was still staring at me with that same expression of panic. Then it hit me.

Oh crap! He could read minds! I blushed red as I realized that he was reading my every stupid thought. I thought I saw his mouth twitch slightly into a smile, but when I blinked it was gone.

I quickly composed my figure and stood up.

"Hi, you must be one of the new transfers. I'm Ella Rice." I stuck my hand out awkwardly to shake his hands. Do vampires shake hands?

His face relaxed a bit and a faint smile played on his lips. He cautiously stuck out his hand to shake mine. His grasp was a bit firm and his skin felt extremely cold. I couldn't believe it… I was shaking hands with Edward Cullen!

"Hello Ella Rice, my name is-"

I didn't hear what he said his name was, but I expected him to say, "My name is Edward Cullen."

"Nice to meet you Edward Cullen." My heart was going into palpitations. This is Edward Cullen! He is real and he is shaking my hand!

He looked at me strangely.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, nervous at his expression. Did he think I was some stalker?

"No, it's just I said that my name was Edgar Cuyler, not Edward Cullen." He had an amused smile playing on his flawless lips.

I stared at him stupidly, trying to grasp what he just said.

"Your name is Edgar Cuyler?" I whispered. I was wrong? This wasn't Edward Cullen in front of me but some other person? I studied him closely. He looked exactly like how I imagined Edward Cullen to be except for those green eyes, but weren't they yellow when I first saw him?

He nodded slowly as if I was mental. He was labeling me already. It was so clear on his face. It was like a caption for a T.V. show- Incompetent Human. I felt that same flush of anger. Edward Cullen or not, this guy was a jerk.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Edgar Cuyler. I suggest you go to the main office to register." I said in a flat voice with a twinge of anger. The smirk on his face grew more pronounced.

"I already went there Ella." He said. "What should I do now?" he feigned innocence like a helpless child.

I gritted my teeth as his smile grew so large it looked unnatural anyone can look like their smiling when all of their teeth were showing. He was mocking me!

"Then go to the gym teacher and tell him that you're new!" My voice was getting dangerous.

He saluted me in a military gesture and ran off; his ran was too graceful to be human. I thought I saw him shake with silent laughter.

I was still fuming when Mr. Grosso cleared his throat to speak in a normal voice.

"Everyone, this is Edgar Cuyler. He just transferred here Washington. He will be one of our new students today. Please give him a warm welcome to our school!"

"Welcome Edgar Cuyler…" The words faded as each of the students slowly turned away from the new student. It was obvious all of them were uninterested. Only the girls in the group paid close attention.

"Good morning everyone." His voice was silky and irresistible. I was sure the other girls in the room were about to faint from the excitement. Their eyes were full of lust as they stared transfixed at Edward- I mean Edgar.

Mr. Grosso turned to Edgar. "Now Edgar, I will be your Physical Education teacher, Mr. Grosso. Please take the spot next to Miss. Rice."

I groaned. Great, the jerk is going to sit next to me? I saw that same flash of amusement cross his face as he lithely talked over to the empty space next to me.

"Hello again Ella Rice." He whispered out of the corner of his mouth to me. I stifled as he brushed my shoulder slightly as he passed me.

"Hello…Edgar." I said rather stiffly. I was still stunned at the amount of electricity passed through me at the slightest touch of his body.

He smiled at me, the evidence of a smirk still on his face. I felt myself melting at his smile. I struggled against the feeling; this guy is a total jerk! I reminded myself, but it was no use. I was a puddle of Ella now.

Mr. Grosso cleared his throat and started to yell at us again.

"Okay! Now we are going to run miles today! Your time for the one mile will be recorded for the presidential challenge, so do your best! This isn't girl scout camp!"

I cringed at volume. A whole year of this and I would need a hearing aid. I peeked at Edgar out of the corner of my eye to see that he was staring at me with that same smile. I quickly turned away; my face feeling hot all of the sudden.

We walked out of the gym. The contrast between the humid sweaty air and the cool windy current was so noticeable. I breathed in deeply and smiled. We were going to run, which was what I did best.

"You look happy, were you thinking of a good memory?"

I jumped and snapped out of my little reverie. I quickly turned my head and ran right into Edgar.

The impact was hard, like walking into a wall. I immediately felt my head throb with pain.

I staggered backward and fell on the grass clutching my arms.

"Ow…" I gasped. I knew that vampires were hard, but I never thought they would be that hard!

Edgar was laughing; the laugh was enchanting. It was delicate and musical, like wind chimes. It made my heart beat erratically.

It was exactly the laugh I pictured Edward Cullen to have.

He stopped laughing and held out a hand to help me up, but I was still immersed in the sound.

"Well, aren't you going to get up? We're supposed to be running."

I blinked and looked at his outstretched hand. Suddenly everything clicked and I remembered that we were in Physical Education and we were running.

I gripped his hand and lifted myself off the ground while using my other hand to dust myself off. I grimaced. Great, now I was caked with dirt and grass stains in front of Edward- I mean Edgar Culyer.

" Miss. Rice, may I remind you that we are running, not standing around!" Mr. Grosso bellowed at me. I flushed and turned to run. I was already behind.

I immediately settled into my rhythm; my breathing was even and smooth. The endless green swirled around me as I ran around and around the football field.

The air was cold and the wind bit into my senses making me cool. I smiled. It felt wonderful to run. The rush, the exhilaration!

I looked around and realized that I was in the front even though I started so late. Then I realized that Edgar was next to me. The sun glinted off his skin making him even more noticeable, but…

He didn't sparkle; he didn't glitter like vampires were supposed to.

"Why aren't you glittering?" The words slipped out of my mind before I could stop them. My embarrassment was evident on my face.

He looked back at me a bit startled at my question.

"Am I supposed to?" He grinned a crooked grin, the first genuine grin all day. My heart melted at the sight.

Great, first I hate him and now it seems like I like him. How confusing is this? And I wasn't even sure if he was Edward Cullen!

The line was near. Only a few more feet and…

My feet picked up speed as I sprinted toward the white line that ended the whole run. In a flash I crossed it. Slowly I stopped to a walk as I huffed and puffed.

"Yes… you are actually." I murmured too low for a human to hear, but loud enough for a vampire to hear.

Edgar was silent. I wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to blow his cover or because he couldn't hear me. Man! Sometimes I wish I would read minds!

"Good work everyone! Now, I expect you to run like this every time, OKAY?! If ya want an A, ya gotta earn it!"

"Yes, Mr. Grosso…" We mumbled like humble little kids.

"Right! Well, everyone go and change!"

We dispersed to our separate locker rooms. I was still thinking about this mysterious Edgar Cuyler and the similarities between him and Edward Cullen.

"Excuse me, Miss. Rice?"

I slowly turned toward Edgar's voice, this time I was careful s I wouldn't run right into him again.

"Yes, Edgar?" I said, breathless. This could be Edward Cullen talking to me here!

"I'm not who you think I am."

My expression froze.

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged.

"You seem to think I'm someone else, well, I'm not."

"Oh course you aren't." I couldn't help it, some sarcasm leaked into my voice.

"Just saying." He flashed another bright smile; however this one didn't have much effect on me than the other one. I was thinking about what he said.

Then we walked our separate ways.