Stephanie Meyers owns Twilight – I just like playing with the characters. All movie and song references belong to their respective performers and creators. They just add depth to the story, and for that I am grateful to them. J

Oh, and thank you for all the kind support I have received since my first chapter! On with the show…

Chapter 5

EPOV

As I rounded the corner for my English class I caught a familiar scent, vanilla…lavender…

"Nah couldn't be," I sighed heavily, couldn't be her. She was in my dreams, not here in my school. That would just be too convenient and life doesn't love me in that way. I am a monster; I don't get "happily ever after". Couldn't hurt to follow, I mean, that is an extremely yummy smell…

"Well if it isn't the king of EMO Town," said a snarky voice. Damn Michael Newton, quarterback for the senior varsity football team. Newton didn't like anything non-athletic. Newton also didn't like anything that didn't get on its knees, proclaim him god, and suck on his dick. In fact, his thoughts right now were of how he was going to get Jessica Stanley to blow him after practice tonight. "She can't say no this time, I am her ride home." "Hey, Cullen, when are you holding court?"

"Now, Mike," Tyler began, "Cullen doesn't hold court. He sits back and watches the little demon pixie and her gay photographer make out. Then he cries about how he doesn't even get any of that action!" The two ingrates laughed to the point their stomachs hurt. Tyler was a running back and second in command in Mike's social circles. But to Edward, he was just another prick. "I wouldn't mind taking the pixie for a ride though, that chick is so tiny. Damn she's hot! Just couldn't tell Newton!" Tyler thought. Edward smiled at the idiot, Alice would eat him alive!

"Wow, it never gets old, guys," Edwards calmly and quietly spoke as he proceeded to walk past the two. Mike reached out and grabbed Edward's shoulder. The act alone would not have stopped the vampire, but when you are trying to blend in you acted as though it did.

"Awe, cheer up, Cullen. There is a depressed looser out there somewhere that might give you a hand job if you wipe off some of that make up," Mike snorted, still thinking he is on top of the conversation. "What a fucking looser! My fucking cat wouldn't even lick his balls," Mike thought. Tyler proceeded to bend over and pant like he was having trouble breathing, he begged Mike to stop.

"Nah, that's ok, Mike," Edward said as he shrugged off Mike's hand, "her depression will clear up as soon as the STD you gave her does." Mike stood straight up then, all humor left his face.

"How the fuck did he know?" Mike thought, "Fucking Lauren, she can't keep her mouth shut to save her life!"

Edward smirked, "then again, that is quite a cocktail of pills any chick would have to take to make sure she could get rid of what you're packing."

Mike lunged for Edward, unable to take what he dished out, but Tyler held him back, "Mike, don't let the EMO prick get to you. You are twenty times the guy that douche is and you get 20 times the girls."

Mike still stared at Edward, the heated angry glare not dying despite what his friend says. He ripped himself out of Tyler's grasp and adjusted his letterman jacket, "20? When Cullen's number is zero, the number one is significantly higher." Mike stalked past Edward and slammed his shoulder into Edward's. Edward pretended to take the blow. Edward stared after then with a narrow eye glare, Fucking DOUCHE! Edward growled. He decided to just go to class. The scent had dissipated and if he didn't get to class now, he would piss off Ms. Borrows.

The rest of the day up until lunch was uneventful. Edward had Art, but since he only needed four more classes to graduate, most of his morning was filled with free periods, so he spent them in the art room, abusing the canvasses till the colors melded like he liked. Edward loved art, he loved the way that he could manipulate medium and create something, anything, which expressed what he was feeling. He actually had mixed several mediums today. The way the different objects glued to the canvass and then painted over, and more layers put on. Photos, flat metal washers, magazines, yarn…when he was done he stood back. Red paint dripped from his fingers, it was the last element he used to complete the work. He called it "Temptress". Everything worked in a balance and showed HER as he had seen her last night and this morning, from behind. All the objects worked together to create a 3-D field that had been in his head, that he couldn't shake. He knew what he had to do when he thought he smelt HER earlier. Edward felt that maybe if he recreated the moment, the hunger she brought about would disappear. He was wrong!

"Soon, baby," Edward said, sliding a thin line of red about an inch long down the left side of her neck, "Soon we will be together. We will be complete!" He sighed and looked up at the clock, it was lunch time and he promise Alice he would sit with her today. He washed his hands, placed his painting in his cubby hole that Ms. Vesper gave him to store his work, and made his way out of the room and towards the cafeteria. Still craving the one thing he knew wouldn't be on the menu there.

BPOV

Alice was a force to be reckoned with and Bella wasn't sure if she should just go with the flow or destroy the hyperactive pixie. She went with the former instead of the latter for reasons that really were beyond her. Alice was in two of her classes and met her after the third and fourth to show her around anyway. When she appeared after her fourth she scared Bella because she basically grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room and down the hall towards the cafeteria. Not that there was a line of people waiting to do it instead. Oh the chatter and the whispers when she walked in the room, whether Alice was with her or not, was enough to drive Bella batty!

In her third class this morning and annoying blonde mouth breather, who just happened to get the privilege of sitting in front of Bella, spun around and stared right at Bella. Unable to ignore her, Bella looked up from her notebook and stared back at the girl. They did this for a good five minutes when finally Bella broke, "What?"

"I have accepted my Lord, Jesus Christ, as my savior," the girl pronounced.

"Excellent, I am sure hope that works for you," Bella remarked as she looked back down at her notebook and began planning out what supplies she would need to set up an art area in Charlie's garage. Two more minutes went by and Bella could still feel the girl's eyes on her, "You know, Blondie, if you took a picture I am sure it would last longer."

The girl glared at Bella, "My name is Jessica, not Blondie! And if you use me in one of your satanic rituals I will not hesitate to get my daddy to string you up like your ancestors in Salem!" Then she turned around so quickly that not only did Bella almost get smacked with her hair, but she was afraid poor Jessica got whiplash!

Bella started laughing, which got the attention of the students sitting around her, especially Blondie, who turned back around to look at Bella. Bella looked up through her lashes at Jessica and smirked. Jessica's eyes got as round as saucers and she turned around quickly. Bella shook in silent laughter as she thought she heard Jessica whispering a prayer of protection. Shaking her head she prepared for the teacher to start class.

When Alice showed up after 4th period, Bella was actually happy to see her. She had been sitting in her English class and got excited that they were reading Edgar Allen Poe in honor of Halloween. The teacher felt that it would be fun to pair off into partners and even though working with someone didn't bother her, she was not too excited to be partnered with James Hunter. James seemed to like what he saw in Bella and was all too anxious to chat her up when they broke off to start talking about their projects. He wasn't bad on the eyes: long blonde hair pulled into a subtle pony tail, icy blue eyes, a bit of scruff on his chin and up his jaw lines. He wore a black Seethert-shirt, black jeans with a chain hanging from his belt loop into his right pocket. He had on a silver watch, several silver rings (skull, plain band, small dagger down his pinkie to name a few), and a hoop through his left eyebrow. You could see some black ink from his right upper arm peeking from under his sleeve.

He was all too willing to share his life story with Bella. His parents didn't understand him, so he and a few of his friends have a metal band that practice in his garage after school. They have played a few clubs in the Port and have a gig at a place coming this Saturday. He was very insistent that if, "a certain dark angel played her cards right, I might be able to get her in backstage. They don't check ID that way."

His hand trailed along Bella's fingers giving her the creeps, she spoke firmly as she withdrew her hand and started packing up her stuff, "Look, James, is it? We are going to be working on a project together. I am even willing to meet with you outside of class DURING THE DAY, to get most of it done. But I am not going to go with you to a club and am not looking to play any cards with anyone right now. Are we clear?"

James gave Bella a wicked smirk, "Perfectly Princess." The bell rang as Bella began to rise, however James grabbed her hand causing her to jerk back towards him and stare into his cold blue eyes, "But just so we are clear. This is a project that is going to take the whole month," he ran his nose along her wrist before planting a wet kiss on her knuckles, "A lot can happen in a month."

She snatched her hand away and glared at James and seethed, "Not with me it can't!" She practically ran into Alice as she stomped out of the room.

"What's got your bees in a bustle," Alice asked as they stalked quickly down the hall. The farther Bella got from James Hunter the better. As they reached the cafeteria, Bella went straight for a table and slammed herself down I a chair, she proceeded to drop her head on the table. Alice eyed her curiously as she sat down, "That great huh?"

Bella raised her head and looked at Alice, Alice noticed Bella looked sad and exhausted, "I just want eat a cheeseburger, fries drenched in ketchup, and drown my sorrows in a caffeine enriched soda. Do you think it is possible?" Bella held up a ten dollar bill in which the girl quickly took and made her way into the line for her friend, while Bella placed her head back on the table. Just as quickly as she put her head down, she brought it back up…that smell! There is was again, citrus and spice. She quickly scanned the lunch room looking for the direction of the smell. HE was here, but where was he?

AM I LOOSING MY MIND! She thought, first day of school and she was hallucinating. It is that entire James Douche bag Hunter's fault! He got me all upset and now I can't tell what reality is and what is dream!

Bella grabbed her hair and started to pull on it, "that's it! I'm dreaming! That can only be the logical answer!"

"Bella," Bella sighed heavily and looked up at Alice who was holding a tray, a tray that contained her cheesy-beefy goodness. And, she wasn't alone. Bella raised her eyes to look at the tall gothic deliciousness standing beside Alice. He had copper colored fuck-me hair, deep emerald green eyes. He was wearing an outfit that captured every contour of his sculpted body. He was a wet dream standing there exuding confidence, and yet he had an extremely sexy brooding quality about him. Pale perfection being highlighted with such color and dark mysterious quality.

"Oh, Bella, you poor thing," Alice voice tinkled as she set the tray in front of Bella, "You are positively drooling because I have kept your lunch from you. I am so sorry, I ran into my brother and he wanted to meet my new playmate."

Edward's eyes never wavered from the dark beauty in front of him. She smelt like HER, but it can't be. In the few minutes Edward had been standing there he had heard every thought around him except for this tempting creature in front of him. If it was really HER, why didn't she say something?

"Bella, this is Edward, my brother," Alice droned on, and evil glint in her eye and a smirk on her face, "Brother dear, this is Bella, isn't she a dream?"

A/N: Sorry I have taken so long. I want things to be perfect so I am doing some research and seeing where I want to run with this. You all have been so awesome! Thank you so much for following! Reviews from you are better than watching Poor Jessica Stanley squirm!