AN: Okay thank you to the ones who reviewed and Mrs. Jasper Hale-Cullen really appreciates it very much. So here is chapter 3

and sorry about not updating school got in the way *stupid school*

warnings: it is not betaed

Disclaimer: Story is Mrs. Jasper Hale-Cullen and twilight is Stephanie Meyer's

ENTER CULLEN'S

I walked down the line and heard the students whispering about me and my previous school. I sat at the back of the classroom hoping to get less attention but everyone's head turned in my direction as I took my seat. I was digging through my backpack but felt uncomfortable for some strange reason and as I looked up I spotted the looks on the students' face. I pulled my History book up to my face and slid into my seat. The bell rang half an hour later and I made my way towards the door until Mrs. Jackxon reminded me of the paper then I left. It was lunchtime and I was so excited about having an hour and fifteen minutes of freedom to myself outside the courtyard away from the students but that all changed as I headed to the lunchroom.

People were organized by groups at the lunch tables and it was packed inside. I walked over to the lunch line, grabbed my food, and looked around the room to see where I should sit. There was an empty six seated table at the back corner that was surrounded by no one nowhere as I walked over and began eating my food. Five minutes of peace were disturbed as two tall, skinny, ankle-lengthed pant, nerdy looking boys came over to my table.

Boy one: "Hi. My name is Brian. Is it true that you are Adelia Ramirez?"

Boy two: "Yeah, yeah. And my name is Lance. We are from the Science Club."

Adelia: "Ok. Nice to meet you…I…guess. Yes it is true that I am Adelia Ramirez. Why?"

Lance: "Nothing really. We just got news that you are the new student at Forks High School."

Adelia: "Yes I am."

Lance: "We are from your AP Calculus (I) class. You may not have noticed us but we sat two seats to the right of you."

They were beginning to get me a bit annoyed so I just nodded my head.

Adelia: "I might have recognized you two. Not entirely sure if I did though."

Two girls came and joined the boys and me at the table. They immediately went into a little talk about the formulas for their chemistry homework. I just gawked at them and continued with my pudding. However, something at the back of my head was telling me to look up and to the left. So I did. I ignored it at first but when I actually looked closer I noticed them for the first time.

Standing out in the crowd was a group of five kids. No older than 19 but no younger than 17 perhaps. Amazing flawless skin and skin tone they had. I thought me being the pale one was an issue back at Spain but I was actually second guessing that when I viewed them closely. They were paler than pale and the only color they had were the dark shadows under their eyes as if they were lacking sleep. Their physical features were so beautiful, so amazingly structured, that you would swear they came out of digitalized computer graphics. They had the perfect jaw line, the perfect cheekbones and the way it angulated, and the perfect, the straightest noses I have ever seen. Not even my mom's nose jobs were straighter than that and she had four. I tried to look away, and focus on my lunch, but I just couldn't keep my eyes to myself.

They were sitting together, quiet, with their food untouched. I felt a little compassion towards them since they weren't like the other students in the lunchroom talking about me. I have no problem with people back-chatting you but at least keep it on a low profile where it doesn't seem so obvious. The people here look at you, turns to their friends, and their friends would look at you after that. Back at the table of five, I continued to stare at them. There were three boys and two girls. The first boy was the tallest by far to my eyes, had honey blonde hair, wasn't as muscular as the other brother but still had the toned body. He was real cute from afar so I wondered up close. The second brother was built, a serious weight lifter like my personal fitness coach back at Spain. His hair was the darkest and curliest. The final boy was the one I had locked eyes with although he did not notice me yet. He was different from the other two – less bulky, messy haired that was a shade of bronze mix with black, and was more boyish than the others.

AN: Yup there you go huh i'll try to update soon probaly right after this one...

any way R&R :D