Chapter 2

Elisha's POV

Id pulled up in the student car lot and I threw my bag over my shoulder. As I took in the 3 storey tall building in front of me I observed. It was plain with tall trees surrounding it with open spaces. It was ordinarily beautiful but the weather was still dull and cloudy. Then something else had caught my attention, the students. All dressed as typical college students, sporty backpacks, jumpers and blouses with sophisticated matching pants.

When I stepped out my car I saw someone leaning against a sliver Volvo, he didn't even look old enough to be in college. He didn't dress like a typical student either, with a black leather jacket and a plain black t-shirt, with black jeans and boots. The boy obviously likes the color black, but he still looked amazing because the color contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. With a dark bronze color in his hair and a golden look in his eyes, God was having a good day when he made that boy.

But as I caught his eyes my thoughts were cut short. He scowled at me, as if he felt furious at the sight of me. I clutched my bag tighter for some unknown reason, just for comfort I guess and before I had chance to question him, he turned on his heel with clenched fists and was storming off towards the entrance to the building. He must be a student here, I hoped he wouldn't be in my classes, so I brushed off the negativity and with a skip in my step I made my way to reception to find out my timetable.

"hey, I'm Elisha Valentine, I'm a new student this year" I explained to the middle aged women behind the desk. She smiled widely at me and stared typing on her computer. After a short wait she stood up and handed me what I recognized as chart table, with a list of my classes, the times and where they were. Then she handed me another piece of paper.

"here is your timetable for the year and I need you to ask your lecturer to sign this at the end of every class for the duration of this week"

I nodded and asked how to get to my first class. Again with a skip in my step and the worlds biggest butterflies having a party in my stomach, I headed towards anatomy and physiology.

I followed two boys inside the room and walked over to the man at the front of the room. He was in his 40's with glasses and seemed to be the most fitting to be a lecturer. Hoping to sneak my way in and not make conversation I slyly went round behind him dropping my slip on his desk to sign but his voice stopped me in my tracks.

"miss Valentine" he greeted me with a smile and a nod. Please don't introduce me to the class, I prayed silently in my head and to my horror, he did. I looked up at the rows of people, all their faces staring at me. Warmth began taking a hold of my face. Great, now I'm blushing, this is so embarrassing. With my head down I headed straight for the steps leading up to the seats. Not looking up once, in attempt to hide my pink cheeks, I concentrated on counting the rows until I became hesitant that I was the only person left standing. I stopped suddenly, shimmied my way across the row and chose my seat, then I froze. He was sat only a few seats across from me, looking mortified that I'd ended up choosing a seat so close to him. I contemplated choosing another seat but everyone was already seated and I didn't want to get up and wander round, I had suffered enough of people staring thanks to Mr. Green.

I listened to the lecturer but half of what he said didn't reach me. I peaked over at the boy to my left, I couldn't understand his behavior. I was the one left feeling frustrated, but not just by this boy, by my class. Missing the fist two weeks of college hadn't done me any favors, even with me studying everyday, I hadn't studied what was needed. Once we finished the test I felt my mood plummet, I had only answered half the questions and even half of those I was certain were wrong. I felt a pinch of irritation as I looked over at grumpy to my left. He was blitzing the questions, answering one after another, as well as having good looks he was also smart, who would have thunk it?

At the end he stood and rapidly made his way out and when he'd dropped his test paper on Mr. Greens desk, he'd disappeared.

The rest of the day was a blur of taking notes and feeling perplexed by what my lecturers had explained. Again with another test which I could guarantee I'd failed, but to look at the good side, still I hadn't seen my new 'best friend' since his race out of A+P.

Once I got home at an early 3:30, I went straight upstairs to read up on the subjects I failed today. Feeling like I'd let myself down, it was all my fault I'd failed my first day, I shouldn't have stayed home the past 2 weeks. What would she think of me now, skipping college because I was nervous, because I wanted to put it off for as long as possible. I've never been good for meeting new people. After reading for so long until my eyes blurred I heard the door slam. There was no way I was already 8 o'clock. But I walked downstairs to see Laura putting her briefcase down beside her feet as she took off her soaked rain coat. She looked up at me and smiled.

"how was your first day?" she asked, immediately I chocked, I don't know what was wrong with me but it bought more sorrow to my mood.

I bit my lip, she sounded just like mom, but with less of an American accent obviously. I pushed back my tears that were forming. Not sure if they were because I was thinking of my mother or because I'd been so depressed by my day and the crawling of disappointment inside myself.

"fine, bit tense, but I will have eased myself in by the end of the week" which the first part was true, but the second part I couldn't guarantee. After all these hours that passed I still struggled with what it is I should have learnt and should have known before I came to the classes. It felt like had been given one piece to a really big puzzle and in missing the pass two weeks, I had missed the chance to collect other important pieces. None of my work was fitting together because some bits I couldn't understand, I hated to admit it, but I needed help.

Edwards POV

After college and hanging round at home Emmett and I went for a walk around forks, what else was there to do at 11 at night when you don't need any sleep? But on my way round I was still careful to avoid the house. I hadn't been by that house in months, but when I did it looked exactly the same, with Charlie's car parked outside, the front room window was lighten up with what I could guess as the TV being on. It still haunted me, it wasn't as bad as the first few years after it happened, but lately I guess I've had no choice but to face it andget over it, almost. Still not one day passes without me thinking of her. But I was feeling unsettled again, that girl, Elisha.

"dude, what's up with you, you've been quiet all day…and night?" Emmett interrupted my thoughts. I looked into his eyes and into his mind, I was beginning to worry him, I could hear it. Emmett and I had been close in some ways and not so close in others. Sure he was my brother, however being typical men, we didn't discuss serious subjects. Emmett and I would only normally talk about hunting, cars and oh yeah, more hunting. Typical Emmett, always hungry.

"I'm fine, it's just college" I replied diverting my attention to the floor. Which was actually true, just without going into much detail. I looked up at him, he was so immense and muscular, even with my abilities I had to admit, I wouldn't come out of a scrap with Emmett unharmed. He had one eyebrow raised, ,looking at me doubtfully, he knew there was more than I was letting on.

"what about college?" he persisted further. I sighed and considered whether to tell him or not. Would he make a big deal out of it? How do I explain that there was a new girl who reminded me of her? Who smelt identical to my previous love, only sweeter, like sugar. I glimpsed back up at Emmett and for the second time today, again, I froze in my footsteps.

"Edward?" I could hear Emmett's confusion at my behavior but I still froze in my place. I could smell her, I swear it, again. I stayed still hoping to get another taste of her essence. When it finally happened it was much stronger and this time Emmett stared at me with a look of nervousness, I promise I even saw a slither of sadness.

"I can smell it" he stated in a whisper. He gazed at me with concerned eyes, he agreed that the smelt was just like hers. I heard it in his thoughts, he was concerned about how I would react, but he was also curious about the smell, as was I. Is it the new girl I smell or someone else? Without a word I hurried in the direction of the scent, the smell becoming stronger as I got closer. I could feel Emmett hurrying after me, but he had no intention of stopping me for his own intrigue. Within moments we reached the end of the road, I hastily continued to one of the houses where the smell was coming from and I stood firmly at the end of someone's driveway. I saw Elisha's Ford Focus in the drive and another car next to it. The house was nice enough, white, a beautiful green front garden, white picket fence and all the usual, but this isn't why I was here.

"Edward?" I heard from behind me. I turned to see Emmett still appearing anxious.

"it's okay, I think it's the new girl" I said before making my way to climb the lattice on the front of the house.

"Edward!" Emmett hissed through his teeth. I just ignored him and as I reached the top I stood on the roof of the entrance way to the house, I could see inside the room perfectly. This must be her room, it was typical , colors of purple and white, with purses and shoes thrown everywhere. I noticed a total of three large books on the bed, they looked science related but I couldn't tell, it must be her. Without thinking twice I lifted the window so I could lean in an get a better look.

"what the hell are you doing?" I spun around to see Emmett standing right behind me at her window, damn he was quiet sneaking up on me. I turned back around to look inside the room and I looked at the books. It was confirmed, they were books from the college library about biology, it's the new girl, Elisha. Before I had chance to explain to Emmett or chance to do anything he had already grabbed me, thrown me over his shoulder and jumped from the entryway roof of the house. Before I knew of anything else he was settling me on my feet.

"Emmett what the…" I growled, but I heard something that caught me mid-sentence and snapped my eyes to observe the window. Emmett grabbed me and dragged me impulsively to hide behind Elisha's Ford. A few seconds passed before I saw her approach the window staring at it confused. Shit.

I noticed her shrug and my intense vampire hearing manage to catch her mumble some thing along the lines of 'I must be going crazy'. I stared at her as she closed it, watching her golden hair blow in the gush that escaped through her window before it was entirely closed. Every thought in me conflicted, she smelt so good, I had the same feeling of comfort, hurt, thirst and worst of all, frustration, why cant I hear her thoughts? It's a good thing Emmett's not the one who reads minds, or else he'd probably be more concerned than he already was…if possible. I turned to look at him, ready to accept the lecture I knew I would receive. He had a face like thunder but his thoughts were still telling me he was worried.

"explain?" which was more of a demand than a request. With a sigh, I licked my lips and started from my arrival at college this morning. Without going too much in depth he still showed concern. He looked at me with sad eyes and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"you can drop out and go back to college when she leaves ya know? It's not your getting any older or anything" he said trying to lighten the mood at the end. I still I had mixed emotions about the situation but after what happened last time, the best thing I can do is avoid her and not get involved. As for dropping out of college, no way, it's the only thing keeping me distracted. If I had nothing to do day and night there's more of a chance that I'd come lurking the streets of Forks. Even more of a chance that I'd begin reminiscing on the past, which isn't very pleasant for me. I looked back up to Elisha's window, nobody in view, yet another house to avoid in Forks. The little white house, with beautiful green grass, white picket fence and a shiny, black, Ford Focus.