A/N - Well today, it is about that famous biology lesson where Bella gets shunned. But famous Bella is a little different, she won't just sit back and be ignored.

Chapter 4

Mike led me through the halls, telling me things about his families shop, laughing at my childhood stories and basically being really nice. He got envious looks as we walked down the hall with my arm in his, me laughing at his rubbish jokes. I probably gave him the wrong idea, I was just being friendly, he was too dorky for me.

We got to the door and he ushered me there saying, "Ladies first!"

"Why thank you, kind sir," I said in my posh voice. We came in to the class giggling and got quite a few stares. As usual, we were the last ones in. Mike smiled at me and went to his desk. I walked to the front desk and smiled at the teacher. When I was not in school, I got a tutor and biology was one of my favourite subjects. I don't mean to boast, but I was quite good at it, way above the normal level.

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan," I said for what must have been the hundredth time today. "I'm a new student." I said with pride.

"Well take a seat then. There is only one desk left, and that is next to Mr. Cullen" He said, bored. He must not be my biggest fan, unlike my trig teacher. I turned to the table, smiling. I couldn't believe my luck. I may not fancy baby-faced Mike, but Edward, Edward I liked.

I moved over to sit beside him. "Hi, I'm Bella," I said with a flick of my hair. The hair flick always gets the guys. This time though, it had quite the opposite effect. Edward tensed up, and faced away from me. He looked strained, and all he could do was stutter a feeble, "H-hello." Then he terminated the conversation by looking away.

I wouldn't give up that easily. "So, what are we doing in class today?"

He didn't answer, but nudged his book over so I could take a look. His hands were balled up and his knuckles were white. I wondered what his problem was. I looked at the book. Parts of the brain. I had done this before. Piece of cake.

I tried to further the conversation but nothing worked. He just looked as if I was sticking a knife in him, that was how much pain was on his face.

I decided Edward was a lost cause. But even though I told myself he didn't matter and I didn't know him, it still hurt me a lot inside.

And I didn't know why.

I started to pay attention to the teacher then. He talked quite slowly and half the kids around me looked asleep. Then he decided to ask the class a question.

"Does anyone know the part of the brain that controls breathing and heart rate?" He said sighing. "Anyone?"

I looked around the classroom. Everyone had blank expressions. What the heck, I thought as I raised my hand.

"Miss Swan?" he looked surprised. I felt all eyes on me and even Edward had turned round, interested.

I gulped. "Uh, it's the Medulla, Sir."

"Yes, that is correct!" He didn't look surprised anymore, more like bewildered.

Gasps. That shocked me. "Just because I make movies doesn't mean that I am a complete airhead. When I don't film, I get taught by a tutor." I said firmly. I didn't want to be known as an airhead superstar.

That led him to give a talk about how if famous people find time to learn about the brain, so should everyone else. I turned my head towards Edward to find he was staring at me. Out right staring. He didn't even try to hide it, just continued looking. I looked away, but could always feel his gaze on the side of my head.

The rest of the class went on, quite boringly. The teacher didn't dare ask anymore questions, in the fear that his class become disrupted again. I took out my notepad and started to doodle. I drew a girl sitting on a lakeside with a boy standing a little farther behind her. I went into detail, designing the clothes and when I was finished I stared at it. I had turned the girl into me and the boy into Edward. How strange.

The class finished and Edward was out with a shot. I knew teenagers hated class, but that was ridiculous.

"There is definitely something wrong with Cullen," Mike said as he walked up to me.

"I know! I mean who runs from class like that?" I asked, puzzled.

"That's not what I meant. I meant that he completely ignored you for the whole period. If I sat next to you I wouldn't ignore you," he said sheepishly. "And then the way he stared at you! Ugh, that guy just pushes all of my buttons!" He was ranting and raving about Edward when I pulled out my timetable.

"Ugh, Gym! Is that even a class?" I wailed. Gym is the one thing I never got tutored in. I keep fit by running but never playing team sports. I am not very hand/eye co-ordinated.

"I'm in that class too!" Mike's eyes lit up. I could imagine that he was picturing me in my blue short shorts and my Green Day T-Shirt.

Maybe I should have went for longer trousers.

A/N - I know that chapter was a bit short but I will try and make it up for you. Hope you enjoyed that and don't forget to read and review!