Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine (duh!).

Maths is the most boring class. I hate it, I mean truly abhor it. For several reasons:

- One: all my Maths teachers were those old, whiny and bitchy teachers that every student has come to dread in his life.

- Two: I don't understand the logic. You could speak to me in Mandarin and it would still make more sense to me than a Maths formula.

-Three: In this particular Forks classroom, Jessica Stanley and Lauren Whitmore are sitting next to my desk, one on my right, the other on my left. Their shirts are open so wide you can almost see to their navel.

They are the new bane of my existence, I can feel it. Sure, they are pretty in a conventional, classic way, all blue eyes and curly fair hair. The problem is that their pretty eyes only reflect hardness and that their hair looks like a wig. Even though I don't give them any attention, they regularly touch my arms and shoulders. I swear, if they even come close to my legs, I'll strangle them. Well, maybe not strangle but they will be in trouble.

Now, Miss Swan, I wouldn't mind. When I think about her, air is suddenly squeezed out of me and I can't breathe properly. My body is vibrating with butterflies the size of dinosaurs and I really don't understand how I can even function as if nothing happened. What I understand even less is how fast my whole life was changed by this encounter. An hour and a half ago, I was a boring teenager with a boring existence. Now, I'm not suddenly interesting but I don't just exist anymore. I'm finally living, I feel it in my bones.

"Edward, you have to come to lunch with us! I mean, you will be like the most popular guy in school if you do. Did I tell you that Lauren and I were cheerleaders? Well, actually, I'm like their leader, you know? Are you on the football team?" Jessica finally stops to take a breath. I'm just astounded one person can say so many words in a few seconds time. She also has broken my sweet and delirious reverie about Miss Swan. I'm twisted between gratitude and irritation. Yet, you know, I'm a well-behaved boy.

"Yes, Jessica, we'll see. I'm not really into cafeterias, you know." I answer as politely as I can, through my gritted teeth.

"Come on, you have to come! Everybody who is somebody sits at our table. You gotta learn to avoid your los..."

"Ms Stanley, I kindly suggest you refrain from talking about anything besides Maths in this class, understood?" Mr Farrell snaps.

You know what I said about hating Maths teachers? Forget it, I love this man.

After the bell rings, I quickly escape to my dearest Volvo, the one place in this school where I feel safe and can finally let my thoughts wander. First, to my mom. She really worried me, and I was afraid she wouldn't keep her promise to see a doctor and try to get better. I knew I was being selfish but she had to pull herself together, if only for Emmett's sake. I realized it was hard though, the shock of Dad's death resonated in me as well, but less acutely. We'd never been close and though we shared a first name, my father was much more in tune with my brother than with me.

Speaking of Emmett, I didn't know what to do. He had really changed these last couple of weeks and after the initial storm had passed, had become just the shadow of his previous self. He'd always been exuberant, rambunctious at times but now, he was just like...me. A quiet person, who never laughed, never spoke loudly and never tried to bully you into playing basketball with him. I guess he had to get over Dad's death, which probably would take a long time but I couldn't help wondering if he would ever be the same Emmett again. He was totally different.

But then, who was I to talk? My whole being had been turned upside down a few hours ago. As you maybe guessed from I told you about me, I have zero experience with love and girls in general. I know I'm straight and attracted to beautiful women, but I had never reacted to one of them that way. Seeing Miss Swan for the first time would probably remain one of the most violent and beautiful moments of my life. In a more practical and less poetic way, the way my dick had hardened was a sure proof that my body as well as my heart had been affected. I wanted her. Me. It was the first time ever I could say I wanted a woman, body and soul. Don't get me wrong, I got erections before that but only when watching a special movie, in the privacy of my bedroom.

Obviously, I understood the predicament I was in. At 17, how could I even consider something with one of my teachers? She was beautiful, she probably had a husband and kids anyway. She'd never see me as more than a student, I should make my peace with that, right?

As if my brain had a Swan radar, I suddenly felt a change in the air around me and looked up from my half-eaten sandwich. My French teacher was currently sitting in her monster of a truck and eating. A sandwich. Like me. Away from loud and nosey people. Could we be more alike than I thought?

Apparently, I wasn't very discreet because she suddenly raised her beautiful eyes on me and I had to look away. I was so embarrassed to be caught watching her and yet, it felt good to share a secret with her. Yes, I was a pariah, on the first day of school and she was the only one to know.

I came back to class and tried to forget what happened before but my efforts were wasted. I couldn't concentrate on my classes at all. I was left alone for the most part, even if Jessica tried to reel me in her inner circle again. I had a feeling she wanted something more from me as well, so I acted polite but aloof. She finally gave up.

That night, I had trouble falling asleep. After a lot of turning and tossing, I finally succumbed and had the most sensual dream of my existence. Miss Swan was above me, grinding in my lap and naked. She had wonderful, round and luscious breasts that I couldn't reach, even though believe me, I tried. My dream ended with her getting closer to kiss me and me coming all over my sheets.

I got up to clean myself and my bed. After that, I tried but couldn't rest anymore.

The next morning, I was on my way to first period when I was called to the Principal's office. Mr Banner had been nice to me and Emmett, the day before and consequently, I had no apprehension at all on the way to his office. Mrs Cope was her same cheery, flirty self but I tried to let that go. After, all, she was harmless.

I entered Mr Banner's office quietly. He was on the phone and gestured for me to sit down. I did and watched the pictures of his kids, covering his whole desk. No woman though. Had he lost his wife? Was he divorced?

As I was considering this, Mr Banner hung up and addressed me a warm smile.

"So, how is it going Edward? Did you have a good first day?"

"Yes, Sir, thanks for asking."

"Sure, it's my job you know? Making sure my new students feel at home in my school."

"Well, it's been great", I lied. Well, not completely. My French class had gone beyond all my expectations.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Edward, I asked you here today because there was something I wanted to discuss with you", he seemed hesitant.

"What is it, Sir?" I asked, my curiosity awakened.

"Well...", he was interrupted by a soft knocking on his door. "Yes, come in.", he shouted.

The door opened and the sound of heels and the sweetest fragrance entered the room.

"Ah, Miss Swan! Please, have a seat, I'd like to speak to both of you."