Chapter 2 New Student

The next morning was difficult. Not for the reason that I had totally lost my toothbrush, and finally found it two minutes before I was going to leave. Or for the fact that I couldn't find the keys, or my already prepared book bag that Jeanette had given me the night before. It wasn't for that. It was because I had to go to a new school. It was a whole new year, in the little town of Forks. Everyone played with everyone else when they were toddlers, and probably there grandparents before that had the same story. I was new. A brand new face, in the already familiar crowd. I arrived to school early, just to make sure that I could get my schedule and the papers I may need.

I parked in the front of the school doors, and then thought that wouldn't be wise. I may need to hurry home or something, and I couldn't spend that much time just walking to the car. So, I parked near the middle, and walked to the front office. A forty something year old woman looked up from her black rimmed glasses. Her blonde, short hair curling slightly at the middle of her neck.

"You must be Jamie Philomena! Hello dear, what can I do for you?" She asked.

I stood there, awkwardly short next to the man that was going behind the desk, and into the hallway, probably leading to the offices.
"Yeah, I go by Liza...I need my schedule." I said, smiling abit. I didn't know how to ask for things from complete strangers.

She gave me the schedule, and the complete list of electives, and classes that I could take, or am taking. The times of every class for my grade, and a peice of paper that kept on saying "teacher signiture" almost eight times in a row. I guessed what it was for.

"Just go to your teachers, and ask them to sign it at the beggining of class. When the day is over, please come back, and give it to someone here in the office, or me. They'll know what to do with it." She said in a sweet voice. I could tell she was faking her sweetness, or maybe overdoing it by accident.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I had english in the morning, followed by Spanish, history,and a whole bunch of other classes. All I noticed is that, while I was walking down the hall way, most of the students stared at me. I was the only tanned body in this whole school. I must have looked so different to everyone. Like an alien or something supernatural. Abnormal. I did make a few friends. I couldn't remember any of their names. I also found out that I was put in a grade ahead of where I was supposed to be. I was probably the youngest in my whole grade. That was thanks to coming in a whole year early for kindergarden.

When I walked into trig. the teacher, Mr.Rosen, made me introduce myself to the whole class. I blushed, said my name and sat down. I was going to hate that teacher anyway, just from the subject he was teaching. Like probably fifty percent of the kids in the world, I hated math. Despised it, even though I was average in it. I usually didn't fail. But, because I had shown my dislike for him early, he picked on me numerous times, when my hand wasn't even raised, to answer questions I would give a confused look to, and then totally ignore me when I raised my hand. Even if I was the only one with the hand up in the air.

A girl I had met in Spanish and again in trig., Jessica, I think her name was, walked with me to lunch. Everyone kept on saying hi to me, but they were using the wrong name. I had to keep telling them my name was Liza, not Jamie. I went by my middle name, and shortened that too. Everyone waved at me and gave me friendly smiles in the cafeteria. Except for only five kids. Thats when I saw them. I couldn't ask right away who they were, because my mind completely stopped running when I saw one of them. He was beautiful. Bronze hair, pale skin, and he had a boyish, yet manly charm to him. But next to his friend, he looked small. This was only because his friend was like a grizzly bear. Huge, almost towering over the others at the table. And next to him, sat a small, blonde, and beautiful girl. Her body's shape would make every girl in a room alot less confident about themselves. She looked like she belonged on a cover of Sports Illistrated-swim suit edition. Next to her, was another boy, with dirty blonde hair, and charming high cheek bones. And next to him, was another girl. She was taller than the blonde, and had a pixie kind of look to her. Her eyes were big, cheekbones set abit higher than normal, and a sort of wide forehead. Her hair was a dark brown, maybe black and cut short and shot out spikey. But it was the first male, that I had looked at that had caught my attention, more than the others. He was absolutely beautiful. He had a rugged kind of look, at the same time a boyish look aswell, like I was thinking before. His hair was set in a messed up way, and his lips were absolutely perfect. They weren't completely full, but they weren't thin lips either.

His nose was perfect as well, and his hair...the bronze was better than perfect. I looked away as he looked up at me. His eyes were curious. I was sure mine were the same.

"Oh...thats Edward Cullen. He doesn't go out with anyone here. At least thats what I'm aware of. Appearently, no one here is good enough. To bad though. He really is just gorgeous, don't you think?" Jessica looked at me. "Liza?"
My green eyes were planted on my food. I could feel Edward's gaze on me, burning a whole into my head. I made my dark hair fall around my face, trying to hide it as much as possible without being noticed.

"You see that girl over there? The blonde one? Her names Brittania. She's with the grizzly looking guy next to her...His names Emmett. And the girl next to the blonde guy, her names Alice. She, Jasper and Emmett are all seniors. And they're all together!" She gasped like it was a huge scandal. "As in live together..." She said, when my delayed reaction came to late for her. It wasn't as big as a scandal to me, as she thought it was, but it was kind of strange. I noticed all they're names were old...Those names should belong in a nursing home kind of setting. Not a high school. But of course, What would I known about naming people?

"They're all adopted...If you were wondering. It would be extremely weird if they were together and were actually related. Let me tell you who's with who. Jasper, the blonde guy, and Alice,the pixie-like one, are together. Brittania and Emmett are together too. Emmetts the oldest of them, I think. Next year, Alice,Jasper and Emmett will be going to College, and Brittania and Edward will stay. Good thing, because Emmett kind of scares me. So does Jasper. Sometimes when he's around, you feel all calm and start talking to him, if he needs any information. It's weird, because you just can't stop talking. Well...they're all weird." Jessica just shrugged it off. Her light brown curls shaking around her face.

I looked up again. It was strange, because I could see they were all not very intrested in me, not like everyone in the school. Except for that one boy...Edward Cullen. I had to admit, I liked the name. It was different, and a nice name too. But the strange thing about him was that, unlike everyone else, he wouldn't glance, and then turn away when I caught him looking at me. He would just keep on looking straight at my face. I tried to smile, but his face stayed confused, curious, and looking hungry.

But his tray of food was not eaten from. If he was hungry, food was right infront of him. He looked at his sister, Brittania, who had gotten up from the table. Her grace would brake the heart of any ballerina. Her body basically danced from her table, or atleast her grace made it look so. Her petite body was curved perfectly. It made me wonder if she was a dancer. My eyes followed her, until my pupil reached the end of the socket. I didn't bother turning my head, I wasn't that interested in her. I was interested on the boy who couldn't take his curious eyes off me. I wasn't pretty, atleast I didn't think so. And I wasn't interesting like his family. I didn't look interesting. I decided that he was like everyone else. Curious about me and who I was. I was new after all, and I couldn't forget that.

"Liza...What are you looking at? Why do you keep looking at Edward Cullen? Is he actually eating?" Jessica sounded angry. Did she like him? That was a stupid question, every girl here probably liked him. But how much did she like him. I wondered then, if that was why she sounded bitter when she said they were all weird.

"Oh, no...I'm looking...past his shoulder, I thought I saw something." I lied to her to calm her down. She paused for a minute, and it looked like she was thinking it over.
"Oh...well...Oh! It's time for History!" She said, getting up from the table in a hurry. "Wait, what class do you have?" she asked me, her tone a bit sour from seeing the way I kept on glancing at Edward's table.
"Um...biology..." I said, looking up at her. She frowned.
"That can't be right! I thought we had...nevermind." She said, looking abit angry and, from what I can read from her face-jealous. I shrugged it off, and watched her walk away. I looked back at the table I had been watching before. It was empty. I felt a light bump at my shoulder, and turned to see someone with bronze hair walking away. I quickly followed him, trying to see if he knew where the biology room was. The cafeteria was almost completely empty by now. Only about five people were behind us.
"Um...wait!" I cried, trying to run after him. I clumsily stumbled over my own foot, and almost kissed the floor.
"What do you want?" He said, his voice full of venom.
I stopped, infront of him, his face was only a foot away, and six inches up. I looked up at his face. His eyes were terribly black. They looked dangerous. I took a deep breath, and explained to him my problem.
"I don't know where the biology room is..." I said. "Can you help me find it?"
"You must be that girl...Liza is it?" He said, turning away.
"Well...yes...wait a minute..." I said, pausing.
"What?" He asked, sourly. His back still to me.
"You said Liza..."
"Isn't that your name?" He said, sarcastically.
" Yeah, but my first name is Jamie. You called me Liza, like you knew that I went by my middle name, and shortened it to Eliza, and then shortened it again to Liza." I said, starting to blurt out anything that came to my mind.
"Do you want my help, or not?" He asked. He turned around, lifted an eyebrow, and then turned off, walking towards where ever he was going.
"Wait! Wait, I do want your hel-" I tripped over my feet again, and my book fell to the floor.
"Just follow me." I heard him call from the end of the hallway.
Even with him seeming mad, I couldn't help but notice what a smooth voice he had. Like velvet.Hurrying to catch up with him, I arrived to biology only seconds before my teacher, Mrs.Medly, walked in. I handed her the slip, and turned to face the class. Everyone's eye were on me, except for Edward's. He was looking at the empty seat next to him. The only empty seat left in the class. Damn it.
"Well, I think you know where you are sitting for now on...Jamie" Mrs.Medly said, reading my name off the slip I handed her.
"It's Liza ma'am" I said looking at her awkwardly. I hurried to my seat, next to the angry god. I saw him take a deep breath, and clench his fist. He looked away from me, when I sat down. I looked down at my lap. I couldn't explain it, but at the same time I felt his anger, I also felt some sort of electricity between us. He moved his chair farther away from me. I decided that I would do the same. Maybe it would make it easier for him to not hate me.
The biology period flew by. I wasn't aware it had ended, until Edward got up, got his books and ran from the room in about two seconds. What was it that he didn't like about me? Gathering my books, and starting to exit the room, one of the boys from the table I had sat at for lunch, started to talk to me.
" Damn...did you give him a paper cut or something? Stab him with a pencil, or dropped a text book on his foot? He's in a bad mood...He's never like that!" The boy said.
"Really...He was in a bad mood?" I played stupid.
"Yeah...He was. It looked like he was just about ready to kill you. Probably chop of your head, and drink your blood if he could." The boy said.
"I'm sorry...But, what's your name? I'm bad with names..." I tried to move the subject.
"Tyler. Tyler Vining." He said, happily. His gray-ish brown curly hair bounced when he turned to look at the clock. His face still had some baby fat on it. It reminded me, strangely, of the boy I was talking to on the plane when I arrived in Forks.
"Oh...Right, now I remember, your in my history and trig class right? With me and Jessica in Trig." Sighing, I looked at the clock too. I looked at the almost half empty room now. Again, only about five kids were left in the room, still gathering their stuff.
"What class do you have next?"
"Gym." I answered, frowning. I hated gym. I may be able to dance, but I trip over my own feet alot, just by standing there. I was very clumsy, and fell often. But I wasn't almost handicapped by my balance problems. On my good days. I only knew how to keep balance when music was palying, and I was dancing. That was the only time when I would trip, stumble, or hit my head on anything (even my own hand sometimes.)

Gym passed by nicely. Though, I was a little upset to find out that taking gym was for the whole four years, instead of two, I could live with it. We played dodge ball today. It was nice, except for the fact that no one even tried to hit me. The whole "dodge" in "dodge ball" was out for me. But I did hit a few girls that were in my previous science class. If I could remember well, I think they're names were Becca and Vishal. I thought about the second girls name. She sounded Indian. I asked Tyler about it, and he told me she was. Though, she was very pale like the rest of them. Her dad was light skinned, and pale like the rest of the people here. Naturally. Her mother was very light skinned for her race too. I was finally glad to find a little bit of difference between some people. Until Vishal came up to me in the locker room and insulted me. She basically said many "unfriendly" words. Another girl, by the name of Emily, told me not to worry about it. She was the only one that didn't treat me very differently. She wouldn't stare at me like I was some fictional, supernatural creature.

Emily walked me to the front office, where she told me she had to go. She left me to give the woman her sheet back, with all the teachers names on it. When I walked into the office, I saw a familar head of hair, talking to her. Bronze. I heard him talking to the woman at the desk, in a calm, yet forceful tone. He wanted to change from sixth-hour biology to another time. Any other time, but the one he had now.

"Nevermind." He said, angrily.When he turned, he looked cruel and angry, with his hate filled eyes, he glanced at me. I looked down. He was ridiculously handsome. I felt the whoosh of air blow my hair away from my face. He was gone in about one second. I looked out the offices window, the view, the hallway leading out to the parking lot. He wasn't there. A normal human would have taken more than a second to get out. Maybe he ran...maybe he's a really fast runner...maybe he was in a hurry to a soccer game or something. I let my train of thought crash somewhere, when I noticed that the woman behind the desk was staring at me.

"Did you have a good day?" She asked, in the too-sweet tone. Her blonde, clearly died hair was brushed behind her ear, by her long, white finger. She, like everyone else here, was very pale. But not as pale as the Cullens...The thought just occured to me. Why were they so pale? Every other student and teacher and a tint of pink to their pale skin. But they had very pale skin with almost no tint of pink. Almost. Maybe they stayed in door on sunny days, when everyone else was playing outside.
"Are you ok Jamie?" The woman said. I just realized that the woman had been talking to me, and was waiting for my answer.
"I'm sorry...Yes, I did have a good day," I lied. Today was horrible. It started out okay, but in Biology, it got worse. And worse. I handed her the slip of paper with the teachers' signitures. She looked at me cautiously, glanced at the slip, and then told me to have a good day.

When I got to my black car, I sighed heavily. Another car was just leaving. A silver volvo. That was probably the nicest car in the whole parking lot. I wondered why I hadn't seen it before. Looking to see the driver, my green eyes flashed down to my shoes. I recognized him. Edward was the driver. I could see his brothers and sisters in the back seat. Brittania was in the passenger seat next to Edward, and I felt a pang of jealousy hit my stomach. Why couldn't I be next to him? It was silly to think of liking someone, especially someone who had been so horrible to me, during the time that we talked and sat next to eachother. I didn't want to think of how beautiful Brittania was, because that didn't help. He was the only one that was not with anyone in that family. And I wanted to change that. For some reason, even after only seeing him about three times, I liked him. Alot.