Aside from the newcomers, my school life started just like any other. My first couple of classes flew by, and the only thing that seemed to be on any one's mind was the five stunning creatures that arrived. So far I had no classes with them, and with four more chances of that happening, I was starting to hope they weren't in any of my subjects. As third period was winding down, I overheard Jessica Stanley telling one of her friends how hot she thought the slender, bronze haired boy was. Her description was sadly lacking all the right details. This is why I could never relate to normal teenagers, they never paid attention to the finer qualities.
Finally the bell rung and I was off to fourth period. At least it was English, my favorite subject. I walk with my head down, avoiding any eye contact and safely made it to the classroom. I walked through the door, and holy hell! There he was. The driver, I mean…the boy; the one with bronze colored hair, sitting in the front seat waiting for class to start. At this point, we were the only two in the classroom, and I felt my knees go weak, and out of nowhere I drop every book in my hand. The noise startled him, and he glanced at me just as I closed my gaping jaw. God, he was even more beautiful close up.
My face turned the darkest shade of red, and as I bent down to retrieve my books, he had beaten me there in one swift, graceful movement. He looked up at me and looked concerned.
I must have been staring too hard, because the angel's mouth opened and said, "Are you alright?"
"Oh, umm- yeah, I'm fine. Just…clumsy." Great Bella, now he thinks you're an idiot. "Th-Thank you very much."
He nodded, and just like that, he was back at his seat. Like nothing ever happened.
Class soon filed in, and just as I thought, everyone stared and whispered over this guy. I couldn't blame them, he was so interesting, but not in the "hot new guy" sort of way. There was something more to him. I couldn't put my finger on it, but he was different.
English was the only subject I had with any of the new students. I heard lots of rumors at lunch time, nothing more than a bunch of teenage blabber. Some said they were a family of models; yeah right! Others thought they were European, or came from royalty. I couldn't believe the crap they were dishing. But like everyone else, I knew something was intriguing about them. They were very unordinary in every aspect.
The next couple of weeks flew by, and all the newness started wearing off of the family. Nobody really talked about them much anymore, and to my surprise, no one even bothered to try and make friends with them. The fact that they were a large group intimidated people not to make any kind of contact. The little I did see of them, they were always together, it was as if they didn't want any outsiders in on whatever they were about. I could appreciate that, I was pretty much the same. I did learn their names, at least the boy in my class. His name was Edward Cullen, and he had his adopted siblings: Rosalie and Jasper Hale, who were twins, and Emmett and Alice Cullen. At this point I didn't know which name belonged to which face except Edward.
Charlie kept asking me about them, and it made me upset. He thought they needed someone who was experienced in this town to show them around. Too bad your daughter is a poor, ordinary recluse, or she would have been the first one up to ask to give a town tour. Needless to say, his friendship lectures kept coming, and I kept assuring him I was working on it. He knew me well though, and I'm not much of a good liar.
It was a rainy Tuesday, much like any other Tuesday, and the day was moving quite slowly. I was looking forward to English today, because we were going to get into groups and discuss the book we were reading called, White Teeth by Zadie Smith. It wasn't a classic, but it was an interesting story about being the minority in a society that hasn't quite accepted who you are. Sound familiar? I walked into English, and just like clockwork Edward was sitting there, and just like every day, he looked completely in his own world. He looked miserable. If his body language wasn't enough, his facial expression said it all. I wondered what was up. He was such an enigma, that I couldn't even force an explanation. The bell rung, and the teacher, Mrs. Blount, started calling out our groups. After each group was called, people were separating into their own. When my name was called, I felt my heart give a jolt when I realized that I was in a group with Mike Newton and Edward Cullen. Did my ears deceive me, no, they didn't, because Mike was right there not four seconds later saying he never read any of the book. Great.
I saw Edward look around confused. Of Course Bella, he has no idea who you OR Mike are. Before I could get his attention, Mike was already gesturing him over. Breath Bella, I told myself, Don't start hyperventilating- it makes you look like an asthmatic. As he walked over, I had never seen a creature move so fluidly before. God, even his walk was perfect.
He sat down, and the teacher dished out our assignment: Talk about the book and why it's title "White Teeth." Well, this should be interesting.
"Alright," Mike started, "I didn't read any of this book, so I'll just copy whatever you guys say."
I peeked over at Edward and he seemed unfazed by Mike's behavior. OK, I guess I'll go along too.
I began to give my book rant, "Well, I thought the book concerned people who were different, people who try to function in a society that fails to accept them."
Just as I finished my sentence, a spark of interest flashed across Edward's face, and he looked up at me. Did I say something wrong?
The first words I heard him speak since the first day of school came from his lips, "And why do you think the book is titled 'White Teeth'?" Umm, breathe Bella.
"W-Well, umm, I think that, umm well, although we are all different, we all share the same white teeth."
His eyebrows raised, and he said, "I couldn't agree more with you." What!? He was agreeing with me. This had to be a dream.
Just as I went to look back up at him, I noticed something very strange- his eye color. His eyes the first day of school were honey yellow, and now they were the darkest shade of black ever. Caught in his gaze, I started feeling scared. But why? Why did an odd sense of fear just envelope my body. God I'm losing my mind. There is nothing to be afraid of, he's a just a new student, I had no right to be scared of his gaze. I should be thanking the gods that I am even worthy of being under his stare.
But the eye color, black was a strange and unnatural color for anybody. Maybe he wore contacts to hide the true color of his eyes. Again, this guy was an enigma- did it ever end? The more I knew, the less I understood.
The remainder of class went by awkwardly, and he never spoke to me or Mike again. In fact, his gaze was toward the window the rest of class. He looked at though something was bothering him, as if he was uneasy.
It didn't hit me till I was sitting at my usual table at lunch that I wanted to know him. Not just know him, but really be his friend. He was unlike any one I had ever spoken to. This was the time; I was too old to be this gutless. If I was going to try and make friends, it was going to be with Edward Cullen. I was going to figure this guy out, and hope to make a friend in the process. Because like me, he seems to be screaming on the inside for some kind of human interaction.