Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, however much I'd like to own Edward…mm mmm. Unfortunately all these characters belong to Stephanie Meyer not me.

Genre: Angst/Romance. I'll try and tone down the angst but we'll see how it pans out...
Rating: M for reasons that the later chapters will unfold.

Reviews mean more chapters of course. You will have to hound me for more as I'm pretty bad with updating (sorry!)

"That's the girl I was talking about, completely spazzes out if you touch her." I heard one guy mutter as I walked aimlessly down the hall.

"Yeah I heard she punched Stanley in the face." Another guy excitedly chipped in.

"I heard she's a complete smackhead, made her all paranoid and stuff." As the last guy made a comment I forced myself to continue down the hall to my next class. I knew if I stopped to turn, I'd just see the look in their eyes that would make me want to run out of school and not come back. These rumours were getting to be slightly outrageous.

I completely put this stuff on myself. At the beginning I thought it wasn't my fault my friends stopped being my friends. But over time I realised that I was nothing special to be around. I wasn't pretty, I had no amazing sense of humour and I definitely had no talents...especially of the sporting genre. I came to understand that a girl like me wasn't supposed to have friends. Sometimes in life, you just have to accept who you are and move on. I am a loser and I will always be a loser. No need to change that now.

With this acceptance I was able to march back into school the day after the incident with Jessica. And the day after that. And the day after that. It was difficult at first as these were new voices, new faces, judging my every move. But they were the same comments. I was used to it.

Jessica obviously kept her distance from me. Her nice, happy facade was immediately replaced with a disgusted and slightly scared attitude towards me. No shock there. Angela, on the other hand didn't seem to react so badly. She didn't talk to me, but she also didn't kick up a fuss when I was told to sit next to her in Maths and then later in Spanish. In fact she was the only one that didn't say anything to or about me. From what I heard from everyone else it seemed that the whole school was still hot on my "dramatic" news. It was kind of sad.

Today, however, I let myself have a tiny ray of joy. I had looked at my timetable and saw that my first Biology lesson was this morning. Biology was my favourite subject by far, mainly because I excelled in it. But also because it was the only contact I could enjoy that involved other living organisms. Now that is sad, right?

I walked into the classroom and was surprised to see the class had already filled out quite quickly. I walked up to the teacher, Mr Banner, with my timetable in hand for him to sign (something I had to apparently do with all of my new teachers). I saw him sitting at his desk, engrossed in a big textbook. Dedicated, I thought...my kind of a teacher. I coughed lightly in order to get his attention. He looked up from the dark frames of his glasses and smiled at me, taking the timetable from my outstretched hand.

"Ah, Isabella Swan. I've been awaiting your arrival. I've heard very interesting things about you..." I freaked out for a second. Usually the teachers turn a blind eye to my incidents. I really didn't want to have to put up with gossiping and weird looks from them as well. They were my trust force. A look of shock must have past over my face at his words as he quickly continued, "...from your old school? Your transcripts were outstanding; you obviously have a flare for the earthly science." He chuckled and handed me back my timetable.

"Er, yeah...I guess it's my favourite class." I mumbled quietly.

"Well we're going to have to change that guess to a definite yes." He laughed to himself and I just looked at him in confusion. "Ahem...yes...good rhyme. Anyway as I can see you've got high standards, so I've paired you with our most competent Biologist at Forks High School. I hope you will be happy with my choice." He smiled again and pointed me towards a table near the back. I sighed...partners, that can't be good. I just really hoped this person wasn't a chatty, touchy-feely person. Some sort of a shy geek would be perfect.

I shuffled towards the table and raised my eyes to study my new lab partner. All at once my feet stopped moving, my breath hitched in my throat and I felt the traitorous blush grace my cheeks. In front of me was definitely no geek. He could have possibly been the most handsome, stunningly attractive, out-of-my-league beautiful man I had ever seen. His hair was this bronze colour that seemed so unnaturally perfect and his soft pale skin seemed to shine under the classroom lights, while his arms were flexing right out of his t-shirt. His eyes met mine and I could see these striking green pools pouring right back into mine.

It wasn't until he lowered his eyes that I realised I'd been staring, frozen on the spot. I finally found the ability to walk again and managed to place myself on my seat without falling over. A great feat I would say.

The boy next to me didn't say a word. He just looked straight ahead, waiting for Mr Banner to start the class. I was unsure if he was ever going to actually introduce himself, but then I figured he must have heard all about me and had decided to have as much minimal contact with me as possible. I think for the first time since I'd become a loner, I was actually sorry about this. I shook my head, shaking the thoughts away as Mr Banner started the lesson.

I could barely register what was being said the entire lesson because he had this amazing smell that just kept wafting under my nose whenever he moved just the tiniest bit. It was over-whelming and annoying. I had never let anyone affect me in this way. I forced myself to concentrate and take in at least Banner's parting words.

"So your main assessment this semester is the group project with your partner. It's going to be a lot of work so I suggest you start as soon as possible. All the information you need is on the sheet in front of you. You pick your topic, all your choices are there on the sheet, so discuss with your partner now and start arranging times to work on it. DO NOT leave this until the last minute and share the work out evenly. Any problems; come to me." And as if timed precisely, the bell rang.

When I turned to my attractive no-named partner to at least give him my name, I saw an empty seat. Great. My so-called "most competent Biologist" partner was obviously going to be a no show for this project. Not that I cared, I could do this on my own, I'm sure. I looked down at the sheet at some of the most complicated topics I'd ever seen...OK maybe I did need him. So what, now it was up to me to initiate conversation? God was I lacking experience in that department.

I picked up my bag and traipsed off to History. I figured I'd try and catch him around later today. I was a keen student, as I obviously had lots of time on my hands, so I wanted to do well in this.

The rest of the morning went quite slowly, the usual mutterings and murmurs with my name attached didn't escape my ears. I suddenly found myself at lunch, and after the first debacle, I'd brought my own packed lunch in to eat in my truck. Standard life at school for me.

It wasn't until after school when I was walking towards my truck that I saw my mystery partner again, leaning against the very shiny silver Volvo I had seen on my first day, not parked too far from mine. So he was a rich boy. If that wasn't enough, I saw some blond haired boy eagerly run up to him and pat him on the back.

"Great practice today man. You're definitely going to lead us to victory in Saturday's game." He praised. So he was a jock too. The blond haired boy was just smiling enthusiastically as if waiting approval for his compliment. I realised I was waiting too, so I could hear the voice of this strange boy.

"Thanks Mike. We're gunna smash them." He stated coolly, the velvet tone of his voice just flowed right through his lips with ease. I could die happy after hearing that voice. The boy also seemed happy at the return and skipped off.

He was alone. I saw my opportunity then to be confident and just make the effort to go up and speak to him. It was all in the name of science and a good grade anyway. I slowly worked my way towards him looking at my feet in an attempt to control their usually unstable habits. As his feet came into view I glanced up. He hadn't seemed to notice me until I cautiously coughed, looking quickly down again.

Come on, I thought. You can do this; you don't need to say much. He needs a good mark as much as you do. Just do it already!

"Err. Hi." I managed to squeak out. So far so good, but definitely not enough. More! "Erm...Biology project?" I squeaked again. Great, I can't even manage a structured sentence. "Together. Our Biology project together. We have work, erm, for our biology project." Oh for god's sake, I may as well lie down and surrender now. There's no way anything better is coming out of this mouth.

I glanced up to see him looking sternly down at me. It was an odd look, sort of annoyance and confusion. Well yeah, I guess that adds up.

"I am aware we have a Biology project to work on together. I'm not an idiot." He retorted. I was stunned to say the least, his cool velvet voice held an aggressive tone that would not go hand in hand with my pathetic feeble one. I was not saying anything back to him, and he soon realised he'd have to put in some effort too. "What is it you want? A work timetable? A structured lay out plan for the project? Because I'm sure you can do those things. I'm a very busy person but I'm good at Biology. No scrap that, I'm great. So you work out what you want me to do and get back to me little one. Alright?"

I stood there with my mouth agape as I processed his words. He was not at all what I had expected though I should have factored in that rich + sporty + intelligent = arrogant prick.

And he didn't even give me the chance to run away! Just as I was about to flee, a pretty short-haired brunette jumped past him, ignoring me completely and lowered herself into the passenger seat.

"Come on Edward, the shops are calling to me." She sang sweetly, as he walked round the other side to the drivers seat. Well at least I finally know his name...

To my left a tall, remarkably gorgeous blond girl shimmied her way to the red Porsche next to the Volvo as 2 fairly buff and similarly attractive boys jumped in with her. Before I could even turn my head, the two cars reversed together and pulled out of the car park, leaving me frustrated, embarrassed and highly disorientated.

What just happened?

A/N: Hey guys, hope you like this chapter. Edward, has arrived! Tell me your thoughts...