I was naive.

I thought I had beaten fate and strayed from the path laid out for me. I had prematurely celebrated successfully navigating through that history class with Jasper as my partner, thinking that I had fulfilled my quota of vampire classmates, but I was wrong.

Fate had me. Some canon twilight events were inevitable.

Like sharing a class with Edward Cullen.

And it was French, of all lessons.

I had walked into the class early, picking a seat towards the back, watching as the room filled. I didn't have any high expectations for this class, I hadn't studied French much in school, opting for German as soon as I could. I was flipping through the textbook mindlessly, when he walked in.

He had come in just before the last bell rang, when the room was filled and only the seat beside me remained open. He mumbled something to the teacher, who just nodded and pointed towards me.

I met his eyes as he walked down the room. It was easier to see the exact shade of butterscotch his eyes were and the way his hair glinted with different shades of brown and red under the lights. I was suddenly overwhelmed with his presence as he seated himself besides me, the smell of orange blossoms enveloping me.

My entire body tensed and internally, my mind was screaming at me to get out. Alarm bells were ringing in my head and I realised that sense of dread from earlier was warning me about Edward and not Jasper.

I didn't really get why either. Looking over at him, his body was relatively relaxed, his face beautiful as he stared at the teacher ahead. He didn't look like he wanted to eat me so I didn't get why I was panicking so much.

For some reason, my instincts were telling me that he would be the most dangerous of all the Cullens, the most detrimental to me. That one wrong step with him and I'd slip into the messy world of the supernatural.

I refused.

I was not Bella Swan and there was no way in hell I'd fall for him.

I carefully looked over at him, to see if he noticed how tense I was and how I was all but sitting on the edge of my seat to be as far from him as possible. He was looking ahead but glanced my way when he felt my gaze.

From this close I could see the flecks of brown in his eyes and how a ring of dark caramel lined the outside of his iris. It was beautiful.

I hated it.

He looked a little surprised at me before masking it. He quirked the corner of his lips the tiniest bit, probably to be polite, but it revealed the tiniest dimple in his cheek. It was adorable.

I also hated it.

I wasn't sure what expression I had on my face, but he looked away and I glowered at the side of his head, annoyed that this universe I was stuck in was clearly trying to push the canon plot onto me.

I was not Bella Swan. I would not fall for Edward Cullen and I had no intentions of endangering my life just for some sparkly vampire D. I was going to enjoy my second chance and live my life as an ordinary human.

The lesson seemed to drag with the teacher droning on about past tense verbs. He scribbled on the board and quizzed students to read passages and I felt like I was one step away from screaming and lashing out in frustration. It was all making my head hurt.

Edward's delicious scent, his curious glances and perfect face were taunting me. When the bell rang, I was the first out of the classroom, almost knocking over my chair in my rush.

Standing outside, I inhaled the crisp cold air, filling my nose and lungs with wet soil and fresh pine before making my way over to the reception.

"Good afternoon Dear, how was your first day?" Mrs Cope asked, taking the signed slip off me.

"It was great. Everyone was nice," I replied. "But I wanted to ask if I could switch one of my classes,"

"I can't guarantee anything but I'll have a look. Which class did you want to swap?"

"French. Do you have any German classes?" I asked. She clicked away on her computer, squinting through her red glasses while I waited anxiously at her desk.

A few people came in, dropping things off and taking things while I waited. I felt a gust of wind as someone opened the door and instinctively, I looked behind me and saw Edward Cullen standing there, boring his eyes into me.

"I'm afraid I don't have anything for the rest of the semester. Mr Lyle will be restarting his classes next fall so I can get you down for that?"

"I'll take it. I'll just bear French until then. Thanks so much Mrs Cope."

I didn't spare Edward a look as I rushed out into the car park. It was busy but I managed to spot Sam's car waiting for me. I quickly hopped into her car, taking a breath and closing my eyes as she drove off. The ache in my head was starting to spread and all I wanted was to crash into my bed.

What a fucking day.