Disclaimer – Original characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, plot lines and characterisations all belong to Aurora18, copyright March 2016.

Wow! Thanks you so much for your positive comments and great response, here we go again…

Chapter 2

"I would bet money that if I hadn't kept trying to talk to you for the past hour you would have high tailed it out of class straight to the receptionists' office to try and switch classes."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, you would have begged and pleaded with Mrs Cope, I can just imagine it. You would have used your power brows to frown at her so hard that she'd have to do your bidding."

"I'd force her with my eyebrows?"

"Yes! It's amazing really, I saved Mrs Cope and she doesn't even know it. Maybe that's why she was so nice to me this morning, maybe she knew I'd save her today."

"Right." His small contributions to the conversation are said with a small smile on his face as he mainly looks to the floor instead of right in front of him.

"It's ok Edward, you don't need to hide your brows, you should look ahead so you don't trip and fall."

"Oh don't worry, I'll leave that to you."

"It was once and I can't help that my bag got caught around the chair. Plus I tripped, I didn't fall."

"Because I caught you."

"Which was only because you felt guilty for giving me the mother of all death glares when I walked in."

"That wasn't it."

"So you feel no remorse, what kind of monster are you?" I'm joking with him obviously, or as much as I can considering how difficult it is to concentrate on anything other than how good looking he is. It only lasts a second, but I swear that I see a look of severity cross his face but then I blink and it's replaced once again with an easy smile.

"Apparently the kind that likes catching pretty girls."

The cat has got my tongue and apparently not giving it back because now I'm kind of stumped. I mean we've been joking around for a couple of hours now but I'm not sure what this guy's deal is. He's beautiful obviously, hot doesn't do him justice, when Michelangelo sculpted his David he had Edward in mind for sure. This strangely intense Junior is not what I expected to find here in Forks, hell I don't think I'd expect to find him anywhere.

Is he a player? The rational side of me is rolling her eyes and screaming 'YES' at the top of her lungs but that's another side of me that notices that while the girls and guys around here stare at him plenty enough, no-one really talks to him. In fact other than his siblings earlier, no-one really seems to even acknowledge him. Aren't really good looking people just popular by default?

At first his comment about catching pretty girls, sigh, gets my guard up because I am so not interested in associating myself with someone he really means that kind of thing in a faux gentlemanly way. But then the look on his face as he says it is shy, like he's unsure he's saying the right thing and that he just doesn't go around saying those kinds of things to girls.

We walk out of the school gates as the final bell rings in comfortable silence. I feel happy joking around with him but also just being in his company, he's definitely a soothing presence.

"So uh, this is me." Everyone has dispersed now around the parking lot to their respective vehicles and I press my lips together to stifle a giggle when we arrive at his.

"You drive a Volvo." I say this to him with a complete inability to hide my incredulity because this is not what I was expecting.

"Yeah, it's the safest car in its range. It can get pretty slippery out on these roads."

"I think you're the only seventeen year old guy in America, no wait, maybe the world who wanted a top of the range safety car to drive to school."

"You have something against Volvos?" He's looking at me curiously now, like he's really taking my shock and amazement seriously, honestly I can't believe that eh cares, the guy can have whatever car he wants.

"No, I uh, I just didn't expect you to be driving one."

"And why is that?"

"Are you serious? You've got this whole pained, brooding thing going on, your hair is all kinds of 'just-fucked' fantastic and you dress like a James Dean tribute. So yeah, the Volvo was a surprise."

He runs his hands through his hair self consciously and I realize that while he's obviously supermodel material, he doesn't really think that about himself. I feel bad that he's a little embarrassed.

"Look, your hair isn't really that great. I mean who has penny coloured hair anyway?"

He's facing the ground and smiling at my backtracking, but still clinging on to the back of his neck. I want to be that hand on that neck because damn, like this his shoulders are flexing and his fitted t-shirt is riding up just a little bit so that I can see a hint of a trail of…

"-Bella."

"Uh, yes." So concentrating on more than one thing at a time isn't more strong suit apparently.

"I asked you where your car is."

"Oh, well actually I don't have one yet. Charlie dropped me off this morning in the cruiser and I said I'd walk home. The fact that the bus route home doesn't go anywhere near the Chief's house should be a federal offence."

"Do you want a ride?"

"Um, you don't have to Edward it's ok." I didn't want to take advantage of his gentlemanly tendencies, even though they were really hot, just like the rest of him.

"No, I want to, if that's ok with you, I mean."

"Yeah that's ok." It would be really, really inappropriate to giggle uncontrollably right now, but if I do it in my head then nobody knows.

Edward's face lights up and he quickly moves around to the passenger's side to open my door. I see the rest of the beautiful Cullen family standing across the lot and widen my eyes at the collective glowering.

"They've really got it down you know."

"What's that?"

"Your siblings are harmonising their disapproving stares, did I ruin your after school beautiful people plans or something?"

"Don't worry about them; I just don't do this sort of thing so they're probably just confused."

"Well it was only a matter of time before someone led you away towards the path of corruption Mr Volvo owner, just be glad it's me." I'm joking with him again but he seems to consider my words carefully as we drive out of the school grounds, finally settling on a contented but slightly mischievous smile.

"I figure since I'm already going to hell I might as well do it thoroughly."

This seemed like a good place to stop for now, and for those of you who were asking; yes I will be continuing with this and turning it into a full story. Some things will change from the original saga as I obviously want to put my own spin on it but also some parts will just be left out entirely.

I don't know how long this will be but I'd really appreciate feedback, as much as possible, good or bad, just be kind.

Thank you for reading.

Happy Wednesday!

-Aurora