Bella's POV

I was the first person to get to Biology when the bell sounded. Mr Banner took no notice to me so I immediately sat at my regular seat. I had no partner. I didn't need one. I didn't have much of a social life so I had plenty time to study.
Gradually, people started pouring into class. I layed my head on the desk and waited for our test papers to be handed out.
"Hey, Bella." I looked up to see Mike Newton in the empty seat next to me. "What's up?"
It was probably an off day for him. He usually tries every pick-up line in the book to get a date with me. But I don't date. Charlie would never allow it.
"The sky, most likely," I said dryly, lowering my head back onto my arms.
He chuckled a rather fake chuckle, then walked back to his seat, shot down once again.
"Alright, class," I heard Mr Banner start. My head stayed down. "Let's see if everyone's present and then we can-"
"Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find the class."
I knew that voice. My head shot up and there he was. The same guy that was harassing me in the hallway. Standing in front of the class, excusing himself for being late.
But if he was sorry to be late…that meant he was in this class! Oh…no. Please no.
"Of course, Mr Cullen," Mr Banner said. Cullen. Well, at least I knew his last name. I heard a lot of mumbles around the class, mostly from girls. "Take a seat and get comfortable."
I looked around the class. There were only two vacant seats in class.
One was next to Lauren. I hated her. Because she hated me. I had no idea why, but from the moment I started school here, she's been on my case.
And the other seat was next to…me! Dang it. It wasn't rocket science to know which seat he chose.
He walked up to me, that same horrible smirk gracing his lips, and sat in the seat beside me. His eyes never left my face, as much as I tried to avoid his piercing gaze.
"Hello, Kitten. I told we'd see each other soon, didn't I?" I didn't respond. Why couldn't he just take a hint.
"Okay class," Mr Banner said, calling the class back to order. "Let's go through the class list and see who isn't present." The smile left my 'partner's' face immediately. At the same time a smile crept onto my lips. I was going to know his name!
Mr Banner drawled out the name and I waited anxiously for the 'C's. But just when he got to what must have been his name, he paused.
"I know you're present, Mr Cullen." And he continued on the list. Grrr. Double dang it!
The smile left my face and reappeared on his. I started to notice a pattern here. When I smiled, he didn't. And vice-versa.
My name was eventually called. "Isabella Swan?"
"Here!" I called. I looked directly ahead.
"Isabella…" He whispered. He was staring at me. I could practically feel it.
Once the list was through Mr Banner reached for a stack of papers on his desk.
"Okay, students. We are about to begin the test. Remember, no talking or sharing answers. Eyes on your own papers," he said as he handed out the tests. When he got to our table, he gave me a page, but not Cullen. He moved on to the next table.
"Excuse me, I didn't receive a paper," Cullen said. I never noticed how sophisticated he presented himself as. Well…when he wasn't stalking me, that is.
"Since you are new here, Mr Cullen, you do not need to participate in this test," Mr Banner answered.
"But, sir, I'm sure I've studied this before. At my previous school. It should be bearable." This guy was persistent, I could give him that much.
"I'm sure it would be," Mr Banner said, obviously not very interested. "But those are the rules. Consider yourself lucky." He walked back to his desk.
"Alright, class. You may begin."
I picked up my pencil and started colouring in the circles of the correct answers. For a multiple choice quiz, this was quite difficult.
Although Mr Cullen seemed to be having a ball of a time staring at me. It was actually starting to make me feel uncomfortable. And considering what I go through at home, that was saying a lot.
I was tolerating it…then he opened his big, arrogant mouth.
"The answer to number 18 is 'C'; none of the above, Kitten. Not 'D'."
I looked up to tell him off about cheating, but closed my mouth before I did. I wasn't going to get into trouble because of him.
But then I looked back at number 18. After careful consideration I erased my previous answer and shaded in the circle 'C'.
I heard him chuckle quietly. I shot him a death glare. It only seemed to make him laugh harder. I didn't even know this guy and I disliked him already.
The bell sounded signalling our next class, and I was the first person to get up and hand in my paper, strolling as fast as I could out of the classroom. No-one was more excited for that test to be over than I was.
The next two periods flew by in a blur. I barely focused on anything. I was too busy thinking about the new jerk in town, aka Mr-I-Don't-Want-You-To-Know-My-Name-Cullen. And I thought about how much I'd hated him already.
Once the final bell sounded I made my way to the parking lot and in the general direction of where I parked my truck.
And there he was. Out of nowhere, there was Mr Cullen, standing in the empty parking space where I was certain I left my truck. The place I left my truck every morning. The place where my truck wasn't.
And, somehow, I knew he had something to do with it.
"Where the hell is my truck?"
He looked up at me. I was really getting tired of that smirk.
"I took it home for you."
Now, I had many questions on my mind at this point. But I voiced the one that was bothering me the most.
"How did you know where I live?"
"I asked the front office after Biology. They're not very good at disclosing people's addresses. I'll have to talk to somebody about that." He acted cool. As if he didn't have a care in the world. And it was pretty possible that that was the case.
"Well, how am I supposed to get home?" I almost yelled.
Now he was full on smiling. "I guess you'll just have to catch a ride with me, Kitten." So that was his plan.
Well, there was no way in hell that was happening.
"Forget it! I'd rather walk." I started towards the road when suddenly, there was a huge boom of thunder.
Then, out of nowhere, sheets of rain hit us, making me soaking wet, and even disrupting my vision.
I turned back to him. "I don't know how, but you did this on purpose."
He seemed to smile even wider, if it were possible. "Just fate, sweetheart."
I rolled my eyes and walked up to him. "You'll take me straight home?"
"Scouts honour," he said, holding up his right hand. I rolled my eyes again. Immature.
"Fine."
He walked me to a fancy silver Volvo. I had to admit, he may be a jerk, but he had a good taste in cars.
I opened the passenger seat and waited for him to get in. which he did in a matter of seconds.
Then we were driving.
"So, Kitten," he started, wasting no time. "How was your day?"
"Terrific," I responded dryly.
He sighed. "Why are you so…bitter?"
I gasped. I was not bitter! "I am not!"
He chuckled. "Stubborn. I like it."
"Whatever," I said. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course. Anything your heart desires, Kitten." He humoured me.
"You just moved here, right? Why are you so interested in me? What made me your victim of the year? Why are you so interested?"
He raised his eyebrow. That same smile never leaving his lips. "Because you, my dear Kitten, are interesting."
I thought for a minute. "When you said 'I want you', what exactly were you implying?"
"That I want you," he answered simply. What was up with him?
"Why would you want me?"
He stopped the car. Only then did I realise that we were parked in front of my house. He had turned a 30minute drive into 10minutes. That made me think about how fast he must have been going. It frightened me.
"Because I am a collector of beautiful and precious things, Kitten. And, too bad for you, my dear, you fit that description perfectly."
Collector? Who did this guy think he was? "And what exactly do you plan on doing with me?" I asked.
He smiled. It was a disgustingly mischievous smile that made my skin crawl.
"Whatever. I. Please."
I shivered. But, surprisingly, not in a bad way.
I opened my door and got out of the car. I was about to close the door when he called me back.
"And, Kitten?" I turned back to his, leaning into the car.
"What?" He leaned in closer to me. That was the first time I'd actually had the chance to smell him. I took a deep breath. The scent was strong and smelt like honey…or lemons. And there was something else…more manly…but I couldn't put my finger on it.
His voice snapped me back into reality.
"Just in case you were wondering. My name is Edward."
With that, he closed the door for me and drove off. Leaving me dumbfounded in the process.
Edward. Edward Cullen. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
For the next few hours, while making dinner for Charlie, all I could think about was him. But what scared me was that I never stopped smiling.

Edward's POV

I opened the front door to my house and Esme came walking out of the kitchen.
"Where were you?" She wasn't reprimanding like Carlisle would have been. She was concerned.
"I was…playing with a new friend," I said, all too truthfully.
Her face brightened up. "Oh! That's lovely! Who is it?"
"Just someone I met today." I liked to be vague. It gave them less to worry about.
I heard my sibling's voices in the game room. As much as I loved gaming with my brothers, I just wasn't in the mood today.
I walked up to my room and layed on my bed.
I turned over and closed my eyes, just about ready to fall asleep. I started thinking about my Kitten. About my Isabella. Well, not mine yet. But she would be, soon.
I didn't know how to explain it to her. She was just…different. Special.
But she didn't see it.
She obviously had a secret. A secret she would never tell.
A secret I was determined to find out…