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!)

I was angered after yesterday's events with that Edward boy in the parking lot. So what if he was all dreamy and stuff. I would not mesh well with his attitude.

But I couldn't dwell on it. This work needed to be done and if he wasn't going to prepare, I guess it was up to me. So I did just that. I chose our topic, set out the list of things we needed to do for it and attempted to make a timetable. It wasn't until I remembered he was a big time jock and from what I could see a popular one at that, that I realised I couldn't make a timetable until I knew when he was free.

With the last meet and greet going so well, I decided against a face to face interaction and resorted to the lame but trustworthy, note in the locker. It was simple and I couldn't blush or stutter in a note so I was happy about that. I simply wrote:

Edward,

I've worked out all the things we need to do together. I chose topic 3. Could you tell me when you're free to work on our project after school?

Bella (your Biology partner)

Yes I know it was lame, and short, but I hated contact whether it be orally spoken or written down. I know he's going to laugh at the last line, but I realised he probably didn't know my name so I had to remind him that I was in fact his partner.

I acquired his locker number from the front office after queuing in the longest line behind all the late into school kids, and slipped it in on my way to Spanish. I'd just have to wait to get a response later. I raced into Spanish realising I was 20 minutes late and stumbled through the door.

"Isabella, it is so nice of you to join us. Could you explain the reason as to why you so ungracefully fell into my classroom so late?" The teacher enquired in a patronising and obviously angry tone. This was not going to be a good day...I could tell. I shook my head in response and started to my desk next to Angela before I heard a small chuckle behind me.

"No response? Well maybe we should seek to change your indifferent attitude to your school career, shall we? Detention, after school." She announced as I internally groaned and took my seat. "And check with Angela about what you've missed so far."

I turned my head to peak at Angela's face. We hadn't exchanged words since the beginning of the week so I was unsure what her reaction would be. But when I looked at her she had the same warm eyes she'd had the first day, as she nudged her book in front of me and pointed to a set of conjugations we had to learn.

She leaned down to whisper to me, "If you get stuck, just ask."

And with that she was back to listening to the lesson. It was strange, but it seemed like this girl really got me. She was warm and friendly but knew I didn't want that so just stuck to the basics, "I'll be here if you need me" type thing. I felt the warmth from her spread to me but I kicked it back. I shouldn't let a simple comment have such an effect on me. If we were to suddenly become friends, I'd just have to put up with the hurt of being left again. With this distance, I didn't stand the risk of getting hurt. It was a self-preservation thing.

It then dawned on me that I had to stay an extra hour after school now...on a Friday afternoon too. And just as I was about to escape one of the worst weeks I've had as well!

I was annoyed for the rest of the morning and over lunch. If you could eat a lunch angrily, I did. And just as I was exiting my truck afterwards I went straight forward into something very solid and fell directly on to my ass. I looked up to see the obstruction in my path and saw the tall figure of Edward looming over me. I hastily gathered myself upright, fumbling to pick the books up that I'd dropped.

He was standing, arms crossed, with an impatient look on his face as I fumbled around. As soon as I was composed he eyed me cautiously before opening his mouth.

"Bella, right?" He asked to which I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I got your note. That was a pretty stupid idea." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, so he continued. "Your note? It was a pretty stupid thing to do. You could have waited until next Biology class to tell me your plans, instead of leaving what looked to be a little love note." At that point I choked on my own cough.

"Tanya saw the piece of paper fall to the floor and Emmett almost picked it right up. It may not have contained a poem or anything but they would have given me some big shit for that if I hadn't grabbed it up before anyone realised."

I had no idea who these people were that he was talking about. But I continued to listen, entranced by his voice.

"I mean I have a pretty serious reputation to uphold here. Don't try and mess with that alright?" I nodded, though still very unsure as to what I'd done wrong. "Good. Now in regards to your note, I think it best we do the work on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school. Because weekends are obviously a no-go, and I have football practice Mondays and Fridays and I'm busy Wednesdays..."

I just kept nodding. He seemed to be happy making the schedule plans even though he'd told me to do it. I guess he actually did care about the work after all.

"Actually thinking about it, practice is cancelled this afternoon, we could start it today..." I continued nodding until I remembered my detention.

"Err...I have d-detention...this afternoon." I stammered. His mouth suddenly turned up at the sides forming a smirk. He walked a few steps towards me, ending up so close I could smell his wonderful fragrance all over again, making me dizzy.

"Oh well you are going to be a difficult little one aren't you? Detention already, now that's an achievement. You've had quite some week..." I looked at my feet in both embarrassment and because his bright green eyes were blinding me at this close proximity.

"Fine, we'll leave it as Tuesdays and Thursdays. After school, your house." I gave one last final nod and what I hoped was some sort of a small smile as he turned to leave. But then the last bit of his sentence registered in my head.

"M-m-my house?" I stuttered at his retreating form. To which he turned around but continued to walk backwards.

"Of course, it's not like we can be anywhere else can we?" And as if that was a good enough answer to my question, he turned fully and stalked back into school.

Boy, was thing going to be a hard few months. In fact I was starting to think this whole school was a lot different to others I'd been at. I've had my fair share of schools over the years when Renée had tried to follow Phil and his baseball career around, dragging me along with her. Most the time the schools would get over the initial 'psycho' incidents with me and just learn to forget about me. I would always succeed in being unnoticed in the end. But something about the people at this school made me realise that this, or rather I, wasn't something they usually encountered. Not to mention the fact that it was such a small town, everyone knew everyone so it was no wonder they wouldn't be able to forget about me so easily. It definitely didn't help having my dad as the Chief of Police.

And I could immediately tell what kind of a person Edward was. The meaning behind his parting line about not being able to meet anywhere else but the seclusion of my house was not lost on me. He clearly didn't want to be seen in public together even if it were just a school project, not to mention his house was a definite no as it was swarming with what I worked out to be his popular family and friends.

I heard some girls in the bathroom talking about their little group after my encounter with Edward. Emmett was apparently the big burly one. Brown hair and just from looking at him you could tell he was able to destroy you with just a hug. The beautiful blond who owned the Porsche was called Rosalie and was his girlfriend.

Jasper was actually Rosalie's twin and also Edward's best friend; he was the shorter one with sandy hair. According to the gossiping girls he had the dreamiest Southern accent that could "drop anyone's panties". Then there was the small brunette who I had seen literally bounce around school. She was Alice, Edward's sister. The girls said that if you wanted to get to Edward you had to go through Alice and visa versa. They were both pretty protective of each other.

There was one good thing about being so out of the social circle of things. I could just listen. I learnt so much about everyone I felt like I was actually in their lives. There was this girl Tanya, who I've yet to see that all the girls and boys at school seemed to talk about. To the girls she was the typical head cheerleader bitch, stepped on anyone who got in her way, but they'd die to be like her. To boys she was the hottest girl in school; they'd sell their parent's houses to get into her pants.

Just as I was leaving the bathroom with some more new found knowledge, I ran straight into a crowd of people. Confused, I tried to get away. My fear of touching was escalating ever so slightly as they were suddenly moving backwards, trying to move out of the way of what was happening in front of them. Suddenly they parted and a big lump fell through. It was only after a couple of minutes that I could see they were the shapes of two boys in a pretty intense scuffle. Then I heard the cheers.

"Come on Jasper, you've got this!" Some boys were yelling, while others shouted "Smash him Edward!"

I'd just a minute ago heard how these boys were best friends. Why in the world would they be fighting so aggressively? My train of thought was interrupted when a loud cry rang through the crowd.

"STOP IT!! Both of you! Just STOP!" The spiky-haired girl, Alice came powering into view attempting to tear them both apart, but failing miserably. She succeeded however in distracting Jasper, giving Edward the opportunity to punch him squarely in the jaw, taking him down. Jasper grasped at his face as Edward towered over him with a menacing look in his eye.

"I trusted you and you do this. Don't EVER touch her again." He said in such a deep chilling voice that it sent a shiver down my spine. Just at that moment, the principal pushed his way through the crowds and surveyed the scene in front of him. Seeing Jasper's bloody face and Edward's look of pure loathing, he came to an obvious conclusion.

"Edward, detention!" To which Edward just growled at and strode off.

I was pretty taken aback by what just occurred. And for some reason my curiosity got the best of me. I suddenly had this need to understand Edward's actions. Unfortunately I figured I'd just have to wait to hear about it through scandalous gossiping that was bound to ensue.

After my difficult Chemistry class, I was soon to forget that Edward had gotten detention, so I was surprised to see him sitting in detention after school all alone. His head was in his arms as he slumped over the desk. I didn't really want to approach him, for all I knew the anger was still raging and I was not going to get caught in that if I could help it. So I quietly sat a few tables away from him. He didn't raise his head until the teacher came in telling the two of us to get on with some work quietly.

I got out my Chemistry work from the last class, attempting to see if I could make sense of any of it. I may be good at Biology but Chemistry was a different story. I sighed lightly as I struggled to work out the answer to one of my molecular calculations.

"Having some trouble?" A voice next to me asked. I turned to see that Edward had moved to the table next to me. He had his eyebrow quirked as he peered at my work. I looked down at it and shook my head.

"Really? Because it kind of looks like you are." I looked back to him and he was smirking. I didn't know what to do. So I just fiddled with the pen in my hands. He chuckled, "You don't talk much do you?" To which I obviously didn't reply.

"Okay...How about if you want some help, blink twice." I raised an eyebrow to him and just stared. I wasn't going to blink because I didn't want him coming any closer even if it was to help me.

But my plan failed because he started to draw his chair closer to my table anyway. I panicked. But this time it was less about me being scared of a touch, but more to do with how scared I was that I didn't mind if he touched me. I don't know what had come over me, it was something to do with that overwhelming smell of his that always flew under my nose when he was close or the way his eyes held something amazing that I couldn't help but try to study. This fear of actually not being afraid was too much and too new. So I just said the first thing that came to my head in a panic.

"Why did you start a fight with Jasper?" I blurted out. His change in expression from being all smirks to being rather stone-like was just what I was hoping for as he stopped moving his chair.

"Do you really think that has anything to do with you?" He asked coldly and retreated back to his table, still looking intently at me.

I went back to looking at my work, thinking that our brief interaction would now definitely be over and gently let out a little sigh of relief. I was brought straight back out of it again with a small mumble from my left.

"No siblings, right?" He questioned. Leaning his head on his hand, he didn't tear his eyes from me. I couldn't do anything but shake my head. He nodded and responded, "Yeah, that's what I thought." He muttered something else I couldn't hear and then went back to laying his head down on his arms for the rest of detention. I didn't want to try and work out what he was trying to say but I knew I'd spend all weekend analysing every last thing.

God help me, I was becoming somewhat obsessed with Edward Cullen.

A/N: Suuuup! Right I would REALLY appreciate some reviews. Quite a few of you have added this story, but I've had little to no reviews so far...would be great to actually know what you think and what you want out of this story. I've got a set plan but I can be quite flexible if someone really doesn't like something or desperately wants something to happen. Let me know!!