Disclaimer: All the wonderful characters you will encounter in this fan fiction belong to the greatest storyteller in the world. Mrs. Stephenie Meyer… *applause, applause*

AN: Please excuse whatever miss spell you find. Again I didn't review it and I wrote it pretty late last night. =\

Chapter 2: Confused

If I thought for one second that the babbling Mike was bad. I take it back. Jessica was much, much worse. She wouldn't stop talking about herself and I was pretty much given up on listening to her. I was so grateful when we reached the classroom, I could finally shake her off me. But with my luck I'd probably end up sitting with her. I went over to the teacher and he signed the paper. He then looked me over and then talked to the class

"Students this Edward Swan, make him feel welcome." he's voice sounded bored, like he really didn't care.

"You can take the empty seat by Isabella" I looked over my shoulder, and there she was my Aphrodite. I smiled at her as I made my way to where the table was. I was so consumed by her that I stubbed my toe with one of the tables causing me great pain. Typical me, bumping into stuff, that's why I never tried out for sports, unless you count fishing… Which, I did with Charlie… a lot.

I tried to smile at her again this time I was being more careful of where I was going. But her reaction towards me was different. She had scrunched her nose as if she has smelled something foul. Her eyes looked pitch black.

I took my seat next to her. She was sitting as far away from me as possible. Her fist clenched so tight I could see the white of her tendons. I hadn't even said a word to her. Why was she acting this way? I casually smelled myself. I know I had worn deodorant so I knew I didn't smell bad and I had washed my hair last night… I think. Now I couldn't remember. She then lowered her head creating a curtain with her hair. I used my hand to avert me from looking at her, though I could still see her through my fingers. From the looks of it, it seemed, as she wasn't even breathing. Could that be possible? The bell wrung and she was out of the seat and out of the room in a fraction of a second.

"What's wrong with Cullen? Did you stab her with a pencil or something?" Jessica said. I shrugged

"I don't know. I didn't even talk to her"

"Hmm… she's never acted like that before, weird"

"Yeah, weird" I said dismissively not wanting to think of the way she looked at me and slight discomfort it caused me

"So what's your next class?" her curious eyes looking over my schedule

"P.E." She then gasped and clung herself to my arm.

" Me too!" Great.

I was amazed I had survived P.E. A rare occasion I might add. Sports were my weakness. Charlie always blamed himself for that. We never played any sport, the closes we've ever gotten to a sport was fishing. Charlie always made sure that every Saturday we would go to the lake and just fish and relax. I loved it. And I missed it. I successfully dodged Jessica on my way out of the gym and proceeded on to the office to give the signed papers to the secretary. Only to find Bella, arguing with her. I quietly stood in stealth near the door not wanting to be noticed.

"There must be another class opened, Ms. Coop. Biology? Physics?"

"I'm sorry Bella. I can't change your class. It would disrupt your whole academic plan"

The door beside me opened and tallboy with bad skin and greasy hair walked in letting a gust of freezing wind inside. Bella stiffen and crunched her nose the same way she had done in the classroom. She then looked at me with eyes as black as coal, full of hate and disgust.

"I guess I'll have to endure it," She hissed before walking out of the office in a spring. I gave the paper to Ms. Coop and left the building planning to confront her. Ask her what her problem was. But she was gone. The slick Mercedes was out the parking lot and into the street in seconds. I'd figured it'd be theirs. You could tell they were loaded just by looking at their clothes.

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When I got home, Renèe was already there, cooking. It smelled strange and I already feared what it was. Just because last night's dinner was a success didn't mean I would put my guard down when it came to her food.

"Hey honey. How was school?" she asked once she noticed I was in the kitchen. I sat on one of the mixed matched chairs, propping my feet on another one.

"It was fine," I sighed, "So you're cooking again?"

"Yes. I'm trying something new"

"I'll get the pizza place' number"

"Ha-ha. Sweetheart. Nobody is calling a pizza place I had been working real hard to make this for dinner and we are going to eat it." As if on cue whatever she had on the pan started smoking and flames where coming out of it. Quickly, I took the fire extinguisher and set the flames at ease. I looked over at my mom. She looked sad and disappointed.

"Is pepperoni okay?" I asked her

"Sure" she said with a sigh. I kissed the top of her head. My crazy, hare brained, mother.

After spending most of my evening with Renèe eating pizza and watching mindless television, I went to my room to check my email. Renèe had installed DSL in the house so I didn't have to wait forever for the Internet to connect. I was grateful for that, along with all the other nice things she had done for me to be comfortable in this horrible place I now called home.

My Inbox was full of emails from both Sue and Dad. Asking me why I haven't called and how did my first day go. I answered them in one email directed to both of them. No need to write two different letters since they would be reading each other's email anyways.

That night, I retired to bed early. I wished good night to Renèe and I was out cold after that. My missions to confront Isabella tomorrow clear in my head.

The next day, I was fidgety in Spanish. I wanted it to end so I could go to the cafeteria and confront her. To my surprise the table only had four people instead of five. She wasn't there. I waited till the end of the lunch period, there was still no sign of Isabella Cullen. Maybe she'll be in class. I walked in the classroom I made sure I got there seconds before the tardy bell rang. Our table was empty. It was the same the whole week. No sign of Isabella Cullen anywhere. I thought about asking one of her siblings, but the look the big one gave me as I started to approach him, made me almost run the other way.

The fact that I hadn't seen her all day made me anxious as if my day was empty with out seeing her face. Or knowing, that she was okay.

Renèe must have caught on with my mood because on Friday night she brought it up. I shrugged it off as if there was nothing wrong with me and maybe I looked gloomy because of the weather. She seemed to take my word for it, because she didn't ask again. Monday came around and all thoughts of Isabella Cullen had pretty much vanish, that was until I reached the lunchroom and sneaked a peek at the table. They were all there. Even Isabella.

"She's back," Mike said from beside me

"Who?" I asked as if I didn't know whom he was talking about.

"Bella." Her head snapped in our direction her eyes landing one mine. A playful smile on her lips. There was something different about her, about all of them. But what was it?

"She must have been sick or something." He said with a shrug

"Must have." I agreed.

Jessica had taken the characteristics of a lapdog, just like every girl in the school. It seemed as if I had acquired quite a few admires, which was really annoying. Jessica was talking about herself again and something about a dance. I didn't really care. Her yapping was annoying and so was her personality. I walked into Mr. Banner's class; he was setting up some for today's lab. Heading to my table, I noticed it was not empty. Isabella was sitting there doodling on her notebook. I reached the table and thought about slamming my book to make her look at me. Before I could even finish the thought. She was staring at me. The hateful look she had once worn in her eyes was gone. Instead there was one of curiosity and confusion.

"Hi. I'm Bella Cullen. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself. You're Edward Swan" It took me a minute to realize she was actually talking to me. She was smiling as if the events of Monday afternoon never happened. Had I imagined the whole thing? I sat in my chair and stared at her. She looked expectantly. For a moment I had forgotten she had even spoken.

"Yes." I said flatly. My brain was still trying to process what was happening. Her chair was till far away from mine and her fists were again clenched. Banner had started talking about the experiment. I tried to pay as much attention to it as possible, but I could still feel Bella's eyes on me.

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