A/N I don't own anything Twilight related, unfortunately.

"So, you're American?"

"Well no, not really. I'm English and lived here until I was 7 but then my dad got a job offer in the US so we moved out there. And now I am back again..." We'd finished the work about 5 minutes ago and since Mr. Banner hadn't returned yet I'd finally plucked up the courage to talk to the beautiful boy that was sat behind me.

"Oh that's really cool. Where about in America did you live?"

"Chicago." He replied shortly and something told me he didn't really want to talk about America anymore and I wasn't really sure why. But left it nevertheless and picked up my pen and began to doodle on my notepad, not sure what to say anymore and suddenly feeling very intimidated. "Um, so what's it like here?" I glanced up and realised that he was the one trying to make conversation with me now.

"How do you mean?"

"I dunno," He paused and ran his right hand through his hair in what I assumed was a nervous gesture, "Everything?" He chuckled once and I was instantly dazzled by the shine in his emerald coloured eyes.

"Well it rains a lot. Perfectly demonstrated by the weather today," I paused as I glanced at his still damp hair. God he was hot. "The schools good though, I mean, it doesn't really feel like school anymore, because its sixth form you know? The people here are alright. My friends are awesome; they're friends with me they have to be!" I smiled at Edward and watched as he grinned back at me. I carried on. "We're pretty strong in the sports area actually. Do you play any sports?" I asked slyly, hoping that the answer would be yes. I loved a man with a competitive streak. Hell, if he turned out to be a football player I may have to make an exception to my not dating footballers rule. Who am I kidding? Of course I'd break my rule for him! I'd break any rule he wanted me to.

"I did back home. But to be honest with you, Isabella, I'm not the soccer type." He smirked as he said the word, as if the sport was some sort of joke. Secretly I was thrilled that he didn't play football. Footballers were always arrogant assholes. But the English person inside of me was all fired up at the insult of the beautiful game itself.

"Hey!" I cried, making my distain at his insult clear. "It's not so bad. Plus it's not soccer," I sneered the word the same way he did, it wasn't called soccer! "It's football. We created the game way before you even dreamed up the idea of American football."

"Okay okay," He held his hands up in surrender, but had the same mischievous grin in his eyes, "Maybe it's not so bad, I'll have to wait and see! But I played baseball and foot-"He paused as he registered the look in my eyes, "American football, sorry!" I allowed his slip up to pass, because boy was he cute when he was sorry.

"We have cricket and rugby here, they're sort of similar." I carried on telling him the basis of both sorts and he seemed interested. I was thrilled. I could not wait to watch him running around that rugby pitch in little shorts and a skin tight shirt. Christ, I need to get my mind out of the gutter. A few minutes later Banner came back into the room and dismissed us, saying it was the end of the lesson. I said goodbye to Edward as he said he had to go to speak to somebody about my timetable. I couldn't wait to tell Alice and Rose about his beautiful face...and arms. So on the way to the common room for break I grabbed my phone and started tapping away furiously.

To: Ali; Rosie;

I have met the man of my dreams!

Before I even had the chance to put my phone away I felt it vibrate and I laughed at the reply.

From: Ali;

Whattttttt?! Who is this man that has melted dear old Bella Swan's heart of stone? Details, now, woman!

I was just about to reply when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist and a squeal in my ear. Alice.

"Spill it," She sang in her musical voice as we walked slowly up the stairs. Where to begin?

"Oh Ali he is so hot!" she giggled from beside me and her laugh was infectious.

"Tall?"

"Alice of course, what do you take me for?" I asked her sarcastically.

"Alright, alright. Sporty?"

"Yes."

"Good pair of arms?"

"Oh yes, I spent the whole of bio drooling over them!"

"Clever?"

"By the looks of things, I've only had one bloody lesson with him Al, I don't know his life story! I do know he's moved here from America, though." When Alice didn't reply I glanced over at her and paused at the puzzled look of her face. "What?" I shook my arms in front of her face and clicked a couple of times to get her attention. "Earth to Alice,"

"What did you say his name was?"

"I didn't. Edward Cullen, why?" We entered the common room, tossed our bags onto the floor and slumped into the nearest couch. I watched my best friend as a smile spread across her tiny pixie features.

"So you met my cousin then?" She smirked at me and I had to resist the urge to spit the sip of water I'd just taken right back out again.

"Your what? Why didn't you fucking tell me you had a Greek god for a fucking cousin!" I grabbed the pillow from beneath my head and flung it across the short distance between us, not giving her a chance to answer my questions. She caught it before it had the chance to make contact with her head.

"In my defence, I didn't realise he was even coming until yesterday. And by then the whole Rosalie Emmett thing was going on and I didn't think my news would compare. According to you it does." She grinned at me and I stuck my tongue out before responding to her.

"Wait what do you even mean? Will you please explain everything to me, from the beginning?"

"Well," She dragged out the miniscule word as long as possible before she started her story. "I got home from school yesterday and mum's all like 'Alice dear I need to talk to you,' and so I sit down and she tells me that my cousin Edward is coming over to stay with us for a while and I'm all like, 'wait a minute what cousin Edward?' and she's all like 'Your father's sister's son Alice, do you not remember meeting him?' and I'm all like 'Oh the one that moved to America? Why would I remember that mum he moved when we were like 6!' and she's all like 'don't you use that tone with me missy' and I'm like..." I cut off her rant with a short cough, "Right, sorry Bells. Anyway basically that's it! He was literally walking through my door a minute later and when I asked mum why he had moved all she said was he was having some trouble at home but she said it in that voice and with that look on her face that means 'don't fucking question me okay?'" I had to laugh at that. Having grown up with Alice's mum I loved her dearly and I knew her moods almost as well as Alice. And when she finished a conversation, she fucking finished a conversation.

I heard the door open and looked up to get an eyeful of Rosalie and Emmett walking through the door and making out simultaneously. How was that even possible? I cringed a little at their PDA but couldn't help but feel happy for my girl. She knew what she wanted and she got it. Hell, I had to admire her for that. As they took a seat on the couch opposite us I figured that Emmett would be hanging around us a lot more than usual now. I couldn't complain, maybe Rose would direct her bitchiness at him rather than us now when she got hungry. She got really grouchy when she hadn't eaten. It was scary.

"Hey little sis," Emmett greeted Alice and ruffled her hair as he did so, earning a death stare that she can have only learnt from one person: Rosalie.

"By 1 minute. One freaking minute!"

"How's it going, Bella?" He ignored Alice, winning a smile from both myself and Rosalie. Alice huffed from her side of the couch but answered him anyway.

"Well, as it goes, it looks like precious Bella has a wee crush on our cousin." Bitch. Girl talk was girl talk!

"Oh shit yeah, I was going to ask what that text was about!" Rose interrupted.

"Well, well, well," Emmett purred from Rosalie's side, "Looks like we may have to play cupid,"

"I think a plan is definitely in order!" Alice squealed from my side, obviously now over her little tantrum as there were more important things in hand; my love life.

"I do not need your help in the art of seduction, thank you very much!" I joked as I got up from the couch and stretched my legs. The warning bell sounded, telling me I had 5 minutes to get to English. I grabbed my bag and headed towards to door.

"Oh really?" I heard Rose call after me in a hugely suggestive tone.

"Nope." I popped the 'p' as I span to face them just before I walked out of the doorway. "I have my ways, you know." I waggled my eyebrows at them and smiled as I carried on out of the room and still heard their laughter even after the door had swung shut. I felt somebody bash into my side and I turned my head upwards, ready to yell at some year 9 who had walked into me. Instead though, my eyes met with a pair of green ones and my brain went to mush.

"Hey," He said simply, smiling at me. His teeth were perfect too. Oh crap.

"Hi," I answered, letting my eyes fall over his body. He was definitely taller than six foot, maybe he was 6'1. I imagined having to lean on my tip toes to brush my lips against his and quickly pushed that thought out of my head quickly. I noticed that his eyes were firmly planted on my chest and a chuckled escaped my mouth. "Enjoying the view are we, Cullen?" The same pink blush as in biology crept up his cheeks and I smirked.

"Well, you can't blame a guy, can you?" He lifted the corner of his mouth up into a half grin and I nearly threw myself at him there and then.

"As much as I would love to stay and chit chat, I have a lesson." I announced and began to walk down the hallway, away from Edward.

"Brief as it was, I still thoroughly enjoyed it. See you around, Isabella."

"It's Bella," I answered, feigning irritation and not turning around to look at him.

"I know. I just prefer Isabella." I could almost hear the smugness in his voice as I kept walking down the hallway. I chuckled and turned around quickly to stick my tongue out at him before I left the building. I could still hear his intoxicating laugh ringing in my ears as I entered my English classroom 3 minutes later.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to see Alice's name flash on the screen. I closed my chemistry book, hiding away my homework between the closed pages. I could deal with that later.

"Hey Ali, what's up?" I greeted my best friend cheerily.

"Aww bless, he's already cheered up your grumpy ass."

"Who is 'he'?" I played dumb, "and hey! I am not grumpy."

"You are a little grumpy," Alice teased, "Oh and I dunno maybe it's my, wait what did you call him again? 'Greek God' of a cousin?" She quoted me from earlier perfectly. Damn her and her perfect memory.

"Alright alright, shut your trap." I admitted defeat without actually saying the words. "Is there a reason you rang, darling?"

"Yes actually. I have a plan. I am going to woo Jasper."

"Woo him?" I questioned.

"Yes. I, Alice McCarthy, am going to woo a certain Jasper Whitlock." She announced proudly.

"Ali, we live in the 21st century, not the 19th. Stop speaking like Jane Eyre."

"Yes I am throwing a party and he will be there and it will be perfect and everything will just fall into place." She ignored my teasing, too caught up in telling me her plans.

"You're having a party just to get with him? You could 'woo' him," I used her ridiculous term, "In McDonalds and it'd bloody work, woman. There's no need to throw a whole fucking party in his honour."

"Well yes," She didn't bother disagreeing with me because she knew that I was right, "But also, mummy and daddy McCarthy are going away this weekend and we haven't been drunk in so long, Bells!" Hmm, that was true. And parties at Alice's were always a blast.

"As long as there is tequila then I am there!" I told Alice.

We talked for a little longer before I told her I had to finish some chem homework and with that we both said out goodbyes and hung up. I grabbed my pen and unenthusiastically opened my book again. Before I even had a chance to start the questions I heard a call from downstairs.

"Hey Bells, fancy going out for some food tonight?" I hadn't heard Charlie come home.

"I'm pretty tired actually, pops, how about you order an Indian? I'll be down in a while, just doing some homework." I shouted back down to my dad. I couldn't deal with having steak from the diner for the third night running. One of these days one of us was going to have to learn to cook and I would bet anything that it wouldn't be Charlie. Just as I was about to start my questions for a third time I felt my phone vibrate again. I cursed Alice under my breath for interrupting me again but as I glanced at the screen it wasn't her name that flashed up, but just a number. I quickly opened the text.

I hear you're coming to this party tomorrow then? As if school Isabella isn't fun enough I get to encounter drunk Bella too within the second day of meeting your lovely self. I must say I am excited.

This could only be Edward. I could almost hear him saying this in his stupid sexy voice. I typed a reply back quickly, this chemistry homework could wait.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Cullen. What have I told you about my name? And I don't like this assumption that I'm the type of girl that drinks. For all you know I could be a nun.

It was less than a minute before my phone buzzed again.

I know what you told me, but you know what I told you. I like Isabella. Oh believe me, I wasn't assuming anything, it's all based on what I've been told by a certain black haired pixie. Apparently you're wild.

I was going to kill Alice.

Well I assume you liked what you heard about me, seeing as you seem so excited now?

Two can play at this flirting game, mister.

Whatever is there not to like, my dear Isabella.

I have no idea what Alice had told him, and to be honest I didn't really want to know either. I'd done some pretty stupid stuff when wasted.

Well I guess you'll just have to wait and see if I live up to expectations. Goodnight, Mr. Cullen.

30 seconds.

I'm sure you won't disappoint. Goodnight, Miss. Swan.

What was he playing at? Was he flirting with me? It sure looked like it. Maybe he was just being friendly and I'm over thinking everything. Oh Christ, he's turned me into a hormonal fucking teenage girl again. I chanted 'I will not act like this over a boy' over and over in my head until I felt calm again. Oh who am I trying to kid, I am a hormonal fucking teenage girl. That was my justification for reading those texts four more times that night.

A/N

Just to attempt to sum up the English schooling system for those of you that probably don't have a clue what I'm going on about: You start secondary school when you're 11 and you're in year 7 then. You finish secondary school when you're 16 and in year 11. After that you choice whether you want to go and work, stay at sixth form and do A levels or go to college and do A levels or a course. At sixth form you study your A levels for 2 years and sixth forms and usually sort of combined with a school. I'm currently in year 12, which is the first year of sixth form. Most people study 4 subjects at AS level (first year of A levels) and then carry on 3 to complete 3 full A levels. Making sense? Probably not but I have a feeling I would be confusing a lot of people if I didn't try and give some sort of explanation! Anyway, everybody loves being a hormonal teenage girl, right?