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Your heart, I'll carry it with me …

Bella Swan moves to Forks where she meets Edward Cullen. But this is not your typical Bella and this is not the story you know.

Twilight fanfiction; I own nothing.

CHAPTER ONE

I didn't see Edward for almost a week afterwards. He seemed to have dropped off the face if Earth what, according to Jessica's precise observations, was pretty habitual for him. Coincidently these were also the days when sunrays finally broke through thick clouds and it made me feel closer to home.

I was thrown back into reality when rainy season came back from its short holiday. I once again had to grab my umbrella and I only sighed when I saw Edward sitting at our desk again.

This time he was looking at the door, apparently waiting for me. He smiled at me when I sat down.

"Hello," he said. His voice was warm, pleasant and sounded like a song. If indeed he was a result of genetic experimenting, then I wanted it too.

"I'm Edward Cullen. I am sorry I didn't get to introduce myself the other day."

I tried to control myself but I couldn't help not to stare at him in disbelief. I would probably found the situation to hilarious it was happening to anyone but me.

"You didn't get to … I'm sorry but what planet are you living on? Coz on mine you can't just shut people down and then be all nice and cosy when you feel like it."

I expected him to frown, turned around again and ignore me for the rest of our earthly time but to my surprise he smiled.

"You feel like I shut you down?"

I could use about a dozen other expressions."

"Ok, I'm glad."

I didn't care how impolite it was but I just shook my head and tried to ignore him. I know you should never wish bad things but I really wanted him to go on one of his crusades again and never came back, preferably. What an ignorant, self-loving jerk this boy was! I guess some people just enjoy this sick mind games.

Although the professor walked in and started his lecture, Edward didn't move an inch. He continued staring at me; his smile might have faded but his expression was collected; I felt like I was an experiment and he was a peculiar scientist studying me. It was so incredibly annoying; it was like he was playing with strings of my nerves.

I hate when people haze at me. It might be my vivid imagination but I really can't see any reason for it, at least mentally healthy one. I feel like when somebody stares, there's an ocean of drool in their mouth and a dagger hidden in their hand. On the walls of their petty den they are putting on photos of me by the first lamppost, photos of me walking by the third lamppost, and the biggest catch is a photo of me with an ice cream. On the night stand there's a photograph, an Olympic champion in Photoshop; me with a Julia Roberts smile and they, a Ted Bundy of modern era. They know they would never get me; like an unreachable goddess I got to be just that – out of earth life. And then one day, a doorbell rings and I open, sign to confirm that I received the delivery and my eyes are like glass, empty, cold and dead before I hit the ground.

I blinked to concentrate but Edward demolished my every attempt.

I turned to him again, hoping he was notice how annoying I found him to be.

"Anything else?"

"I was just…"

His eyes were kind, genuine, playful. Of course there was no doubt why every girl in school wanted to accompany him on his journey through life.

Every girl but me, that is. I am over the phase when I cared about the façade. I am already furnishing my living room now.

"Then stop, please. I'm listening."

"You are … I have never met anyone like you before …" he sighed and I wondered if Drama Club ever thought of recruiting him. He was a real life Romeo.

"What, anyone else kisses the ground you're walking on?" I said with raised eyebrows.

"No," he said in dreamy voice. I could almost picture myself lying on a meadow, listening to a stream nearby. That how poetic his voice was. "You're just … different."

Oh, he was a master of this game! I could rationalize why he was the vastest idiot I had ever met yet I could not help being a fly in his nest. Like a poisonous fume he crept under my skin and I could not deny that there was something about him.

"I'll take it as a compliment."

"It was meant to be one," he smiled and I had to look away. His eyes were an ocean I could get lost in. "But … you really should not spend time with me, Bella ..."

Indeed he drew you in, chew you out of interest and then spat you out when you gave in.

"What kind of psychopathic narcissist are you? You are the one who started talking!"

When his expression didn't become upset or angry, it should have been the final a-ha moment for me that he wasn't normal.

When he spoke again, his voice was almost regretful.

"Just because I'm intrigued doesn't mean I'm also good."

This time it was me who sat at the edge of the chair, as far away from the other as possible. I sighed with relief when the ring finally announced the end of the lesson. I sprinted out of the classroom despite athletically speaking, I am way below average.

Mike caught up with me.

"Was Cullen giving you hard time?" he asked sympathetically, although there was a badly hidden joy in his voice.

"Mildly speaking," I sighed, "what's up with him?"

"World's mystery," he shrugged, "He's just different, weird."

I felt someone's eyes on the back of my neck. I looked over my shoulder and saw Edward leaning on the wall, looking at me with stoic expression. I don't think it was just light that made you wonder if he was not the inspiration for Greek gods. As if he was sculpture of marble, made thousands of years ago that looked better and more perfect with each year that passed. He looked just … parfait!

He was burnt into my mind; his pale, smooth skin; his dreamy, seducing eyes; his warm, charming smile. I wish I could say I was over it the moment I looked away.

To Be Continued.

Broughttoyouby:::winter.