Disclaimer I do not own Twilight. All hale the magnificent Stephenie Meyers.

2. Edward

Epov

I closed the door of my silver Volvo. Most of the cars in the school lot were old and mostly secondhand cars, with the exception of a yellow 911 Turbo Porsche and a red BMW M3. At least someone had taste. Something blue and white caught my eye as I made my way to the head office. It was a Suzuki motorcycle parked near the door of the office, the helmet hanging loosely over the handlebars. There was actually someone in this hic town that drove a bike?

I smiled. I loved bikes, any fast moving vehicle actually. I just don't trust the weather here in Forks. It would be like taking a shower at 60 miles per hour. Plus Carlisle doesn't approve of bikes. He calls bikers organ donors.

Carlisle; I sighed. I was fortunate enough to be adopted by Carlisle and Esme. They are the best foster parents ever. They don't prey into my previous life, the one I had before they adopted me. Knowing all to well that I don't like to talk, think or hear about it. It's too bad that Esme can't have children of her own. She would have made a great mother.

I walked through the office doors. A red haired woman looked up and smiled, "Can I help you?"

I sighed," I'm Edward Cullen, the new student from Chicago." She nodded and passed me my class schedule and a map to the school.

"I hope you like it here and enjoy your first day." I thanked her as I walked back out the doors.

I checked my schedule and grimaced, it was the usual torture:

English with Mr. Murray

Trigonometry with Mr. Evans

Gym with Coach Scot

Biology with Mr. Laing

Spanish with Mrs. Garcia

I loved Biology, it was fascinating to learn about organisms and the functions everything had so that it can ultimately survive. It's the only thing we can do, Survive. My favorite was the human body. Nothing intrigued me more.

First things first though. English was in building number three. I looked around, there! It was marked clearly. I didn't even need the map.

Before I entered the classroom I changed my whole body language to that of a rude bad ass. It was my self defense mode, to keep people away. Pain usually followed me everywhere and this was the only way I knew to keep people safe. Plus if you're rude to people they learn to leave you alone.

By now this attitude is second nature to me. I interrupted the class, because I was about forty minute's late dew to the errands I had to run. I apologized to the teacher, told him who I was and he assigned me a seat. The class was almost over when I sat down so I had only to endure a few minutes of stares (some students even turned around in their seats to stare) before the bell rang.

When it finally did ring a girl came to my table before I even had a chance to get up. "Hi, my name is Jessica Stanley can I show you to your next class."

She asked popping her gum. I cringed back, disgusting. She whore high heels, a mini skirt and a top that showed of her all too big boobs. Her whole posture indicated that so thought of herself as hot.

I stood up, looked her up and down and walked out of the classroom. I headed for the clearly marked building five for Trig. She walked past me mumbling something that sounded allot like asshole. It went like this for three classes in a row. Class will finish, someone will come to my table and offer some help. I'll throw them the cold shoulder, until they figured out just to leave me alone.

During lunch hour, I just sat in my car, listening to music. Music calms me. I can't describe what kind of music I liked. If I liked a song I liked it end of story. Just before lunch ended I headed towards the Biology classroom.

It was my lucky day. The teacher was already there and could assign me a seat before most of the student's arrived. I sat down at the empty table hoping that it could stay that way. I just started to get my books out when a girl walked up to the table. She sat down, great not an empty table then.

"Hello my name is Isabella Swan but most people just call me Bella." She held out her hand I looked at it and then just looked out the window bad ass as ever. "What you don't have a name?" I rolled my eyes still looking out the window waiting for class to start. "Fine then I'll call you No Name, since we'll be doing some projects together."

I wanted to smile. No Name? Couldn't she come up with something better? Just then our teacher handed each table a pair of pencils and an eraser. "Please sketch the following from the board." Bella didn't say anything to me. She was a quick learner, faster than the rest. Just before class ended she spoke again,

"Can you please pass me the eraser No Name?" I wanted to burst out laughing and the feeling made me frown, since when do I want to laugh?

"This is the part where you pass the eraser to me, you know," She said leaning over me straining to get the eraser, since I did not pass it along. She smelled like strawberries. I noticed for the first time she was wearing a leather jacket, I could here the leather protest against all the straining.

Without thinking about it I passed her the eraser. Holy cow, did I just break one of my rules? The bell suddenly rang making her jump. I wanted to smile again. She had dark brown hair with dark brown chocolate eyes. I frowned deeper starting to gather my books.

"You know No Name. A little friendliness never hurt anyone." She said walking towards the door.

That's when I did another unthinkable thing. "My name is Edward, Edward Cullen." I whispered to her. She turned around with a smile making me want to smile back.

"It's nice to meet you Edward, enjoy your day." With that she walked out the door.

What was with me, I've broken yet another rule, talking to another student. I gritted my teeth. Get a grip Edward. Spanish was a drag. When the final bell rang I made my way to my car, happy that the day was finally over. I was about to climb in my car when I noticed her again by the motorcycle.

Was she the owner of the bike? Must be since she's putting on the helmet, I watched her, fascinated as she started the bike. She revved the engine a few times before she pulled away, weaving her way expertly trough the school traffic.

I wanted too smile again. Seriously what was with me? I climbed into my car slamming the door. As I drove home I let the sound of Debussy fill me. It calmed me down enough to get a grip on myself. I couldn't remember the last time I wanted to smile so many times spontaneously.

At home Esme waited for me in the kitchen. "How was your day deer, made any new friends?"

I kissed her cheek, "School was the usual torture and friends are for losers." I said walking towards my room.

"You know Edward, some people walk into our lives just to walk out again. Others walk in and touch our hearts forever."

I kept on walking, "Or just to stab you in the back" I mumbled down the hallway.

A/n so this is just so that you can begin to understand Edward, some things aren't explained yet but it will be, all in good time.