Bella's POV:

I just barely made it to my next class without being late. The teacher gave me a glare for almost being late on my first day, but I was too happy to feel bad about it. Edward asked to have lunch with me! I felt horrible for saying I wasn't able to, but it was the truth. Angela had already asked me and it would be rude to decline her because she asked first. Plus, she seemed like a nice person.

He also asked if I wanted to come over his house. I really wanted to, not because I liked him (I was just attracted to him), but I didn't know him that well. I decided if I felt like going over his house later, then I would. Plain and simple.

The teacher continued to ramble on about the Civil War, but I could care less. I'd already learned all of this information in my old school in Arizona. So I decided to sketch. Sketching was one of my all time favorite hobbies, besides reading. I was pretty good, if I do say so myself. My favorite things to sketch were people and places. They involved so much detail and shading, that it could keep you occupied for hours, and you never get bored. I took out my sketch book and pencil and stared out the window, to draw the parking lot, surrounded in green. Not the best landscape ever, but it'd be enough to keep me busy.

When I was halfway done with my drawing, I felt someone staring at me. I finished drawing the tall overhead lights, contained inside the parking lot, then looked up to see some guy staring at me. He had blue eyes and cropped blonde hair. Overall, he was average. Nothing special. I cocked my eyebrow at him. He continued to stare at me; he didn't seem to care that I caught him staring.

I flipped over to a new sheet of drawing paper and wrote:

Is there a reason you're staring at me?

I raised the paper up so he would be able to read it. His eyes moved from my face to the paper. I watched as his eyes scanned over the paper, and he smirked. He pulled out a sheet of his own and wrote quickly. He lifted it up so I could read what he wrote, it said:

Um... not really...

That vexed me a little. I'm a very blatant person, meaning I do not like to "beat around the bush," as my dad would have said. So I wrote back:

Say it!

He read it quickly, and responded with:

You're kind of pretty...

I narrowed my eyes. It's not that I didn't appreciate the compliment, because I did. It was sweet, but couldn't he have just said that, instead of staring at me like a weirdo.

People these days...

I wrote back:

Well thanks, but please stop staring at me. It's annoying.

He read my paper, and smiled, sheepishly. Then, he turned around in his seat, and never looked at me for the rest of the period. By the time the bell rang, I finished my drawing. It was pretty spot-on, and I was very proud. I always felt a sense of accomplishment when my drawings looked very similar to the real thing. I remember when I was in the 1st grade, I was given a blue freesia to draw. When I was done, we had to go up in front of the class and present it. When I walked to the front of the class and revealed my artwork, I heard the entire class gasp. At first, I thought they didn't like it, but I heard mumblings like:

"Wow it's pretty!" Gasped my friend, Victoria.

"Its cooler than the actual picture," said a boy named Aro, while coloring his picture.

"Amazing..." said my teacher, Ms. Volturi, her eyes full of shock and amazement.

Ever since then, I've been obsessed with drawing. One of the first things I did when I moved here was, of course unpack, and put up my drawings.

The boy who had been staring at me, walked over to my desk. I said a polite hello to him, but I just wanted him to quickly say what he had to say and move on.

"I'm sorry for staring at you earlier. It seems like my eyes have a mind of their own." He looked down at the table, instead of looking at me.

"Its okay..." I said, wishing he would be done soon.

"I'm Mike Newton, by the way. If you need any help with anything, you could ask me, okay?" He said nervously. Then, he ran out the room, without a reply from me.

Mike seemed like a nice boy, but too awkward for my liking. I shook my head to clear the weird conversation from my head and gathered my books. I headed for the cafeteria and walked through the double doors. My eyes scanned the room to look for Angela. I saw her sitting with another boy with glasses... Ben, I think. I walked over to them and put my books down. Angela looked up, and smiled when she realized it was me.

"Hey Bella! I'm so happy you decided to sit with us today. This is my boyfriend, Ben. Ben, this is Bella." She said cheerfully.

I looked at Ben, and suddenly knew why Angela liked him. He was pretty cute. I wasn't interested in him, of course. But he and Angela definitely made a sweet couple.

"Hey..." I trailed off. I was always uncomfortable when meeting most people. I never realized why, I guess it was just apart of my personality.

He smiled, encouragingly, as if he could sense my apprehensiveness. "Hello, Bella. It's nice to meet you." He said.

I told them I'd be right back after I got my lunch. While I stood in line, I got bored, so I played with my hair. "We meet again," said a voice I knew all too well for the short time that I've known him.

"Well hello, Edward." I said, without looking behind me to see if I was correct or not.

He chuckled, "How'd you know it was me?" He said, amused.

I looked up at him and smiled slightly, "I don't know... wild guess?"

"So you're sitting with Angela and Ben?" He said, while looking over at them.

"Yeah, Angela is in one of my classes, she seemed really nice, so why not?"

"Yea, she is. We don't talk that much, but I just get that vibe from her." He said, looking at the hair I still had in my hand.

We continued to talk while we got our lunch, and then went our separate ways. I sat down at our table, while Angela and Ben studied my every move.

"Um... what did I do?" I asked, awkwardly.

Angela laughed, while Ben smiled. "Nothing Bella, we just saw you and Edward talking in line." Angela said. She looked over my shoulder, and I followed her gaze, which landed on Edward and his family. I must admit, they were an interesting group. All extremely beautiful. I looked back at Angela, and raised my eyebrows.

"And...?" I said, waiting on her to continue.

"And you guys seemed really... engrossed in each other." Angela said honestly, while Ben nodded.

"He's my friend," I didn't really get the big deal.

"Okay, excuse me, but I'm really interested in Psychology. That has to deal with people's behavior. So I love studying people. And, to be completely honest, I don't think Edward considers you a 'friend' like you do," she said, as she was talking she would rotate between playing with her salad, and looking over my shoulder.

"And why is that?" I asked curiously.

"Look back over your shoulder again and you'll see why." She smiled, and took Ben's hand in hers.

So I did. Once again, I saw the Cullens. But this time I focused on Edward. He was staring at me intently, while running his fingers through his hair. Once he realized that I caught him staring, he quickly looked down, embarrassed. I turned back around and looked at Angela. She just smiled quickly and ducked her head to eat her salad.

I got an idea; it was time to have a little fun! I stood up and walked over to the Cullens' table, while Angela and Ben stared curiously at me. The Cullens all turned to face me, while Edward scratched his neck, awkwardly.

"Edward, is there a reason your staring at me?" I said softly, once I reached their table.

He turned beet red, and said, "Um... no, it's just..." He didn't seem to have been able to come up with an excuse.

A large, muscular guy saved him and said, "I guess he thinks you're extremely beautiful, and can't take his eyes off you."

"Emmett stop!" Edward yelled. Oh so that's his name, good to know.

I walked over and sat next to Edward, while his eyes watched me.

"Do you really?" I said, with wide eyes. I purposely made my eyes big so that I could appear innocent.

"Well... sure?" he said, though it came out like a question.

"I'm extremely flattered, Edward..." I tried saying his name as seductively as possible. It seemed to have worked because his eyes got extremely wide.

I heard a soft laughter to my right and out the corner of my eye, I saw a short girl with shoulder-length black hair, laughing.

I smiled and focused on my prey. I scooted a little closer to Edward, and he noticed. "Do you really want me to come over today?" I said.

"Well, if y-you want t-to." Edward stuttered, while avoiding all eye contact and looking directly at his tray.

Emmett had his arm around a blonde-haired girl, and they both looked on the verge of laughing their heads off. The short girl was holding hands with a blonde-haired guy, and they were both laughing slightly. Time to bring it home!

I reached my hands up to Edward's bronze hair, and gently caressed it. His eyes closed slightly and a small sigh escaped from his lips. I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Well, I want to..."

Once I saw his eyes widen and his mouth open slightly, I knew my job was done. So I gently caressed his hair once more. Then, I slowly stood up and walked away. When I reached Angela's table, I saw that she was laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. Ben was silently laughing and clutching his stomach. I winked at both of them, then walked out of the cafeteria, heading to the library.

Game Over. Bella - 1. Edward - 0. That was fun. I just hoped Edward wouldn't feel bad about it later. I had to remind myself to tell him I was joking later, hopefully he wouldn't take it too seriously.

Edward's POV:

What. Just. Happened?