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Edward Cullen is a human. Bella Swan is a vampire. This is their story. It's only my second fan fiction, people. Please feel free to criticize it.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... I think it'll be long, though.

2. A Loss for Words

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As Alice requested, I didn’t go sit with Isabella at lunch that day. I watched her while I ate, though, oblivious to the conversation that my siblings had around me. I got the feeling that they were talking about me, maybe even making fun of me, but I ignored them.

Bella was too fascinating.

She looked around the cafeteria broodingly sometimes, her dark eyes looking bored and uninterested. She sometimes looked at me and frowned, then looked away very quickly. I felt myself flush every time her angelic gaze landed on me. Other than that, she did not eat. She did not drink. A few people approached her, but seemed too intimidated to ask her if they could sit with her. I guessed they were intimidated by her perfection, but I couldn’t be sure.

I got to Biology before Bella did. I fiddled nervously with the collar of my shirt, and ran a hand through my hair before I stopped to ask myself what I was doing. Was I really no better than all the other sheep-like boys here who fawned after her like a shiny new toy? Feeling like an idiot, I straightened my books on the counter and opened my notebook to a blank page. I couldn’t help but to look up as a tall, graceful girl walked past where I sat, a designer bag slung over her shoulder and a swing in her step. She walked up to Mr. Banner’s desk, a paper in hand.

“Hello, Mr. Banner,” I heard a voice say. It was absolutely the most beautiful, perfect voice I had ever heard. It was low and musical, smooth and silky. Mr. Banner looked up and blinked, looking dazed by the beauty that stood before him. “I’m the new student here,” she said, while beaming to show a smile of perfectly straight, white teeth.

“Ah,” he said shakily, shuffling some papers on his desk in a pitiful attempt to look politely disinterested. “Isabella Swan?”

“It’s Bella,” she said with another easy smile. “You need to sign this, correct?” She pushed the paper towards him.

“Uh, yes.” He scribbled something on the paper. “Here you go, Bella. Why don’t you take that empty seat next to Mr. Cullen? Edward, raise your hand.”

Stupidly, I waved at Bella, who turned to me with her eyes narrowing into slits. I put my hand down, wondering if she thought me an idiot.

“Thank you Mr. Banner.” Her angel’s voice was suddenly cold. She slipped the paper brusquely from his grasp and walked towards me a little more forcefully. I could feel the eyes of every boy in the room turned enviously on my table, and went very red, wishing I could sink into the floor. Bella sat next to me stiffly, her face turned away.

Class started dully. I knew Mr. Banner was talking about something, but I had a very hard time paying attention. I was too absorbed by the perfectly still figure that sat beside me, refusing to look at me. Her profile was beautiful. Her back was beautiful. I listened to her quiet, even breathing. I watched her keep her strange black eyes permanently trained on the teacher, even though nothing he was saying could have been that interesting.

Something about her was just so compelling. I was in half a mind to reach out to her, to touch her and see if she was real. But almost instantly when the thought crossed my mind, she turned to glare at me. I shrank back. Her eyes were cold and hard, and although the fierceness made her face all the more beautiful, I had never seen such an intimidating expression.

I did not speak a word to Bella during the whole class.

Walking out, Mike Newton came to me and said, “So, how did it go with Swan, Cullen?”

I turned to frown at him. No need to mention how his mentioning of Bella’s name made me feel slightly weak at the knees. It was enough for him to talk about her in a way that sounded so disrespectful. “Mind your business,” I snapped, feeling a bit shaken.

“If you don’t want her, can I have her?” Mike asked. “Because truth be told, she didn’t seem all that into you. I hate to bust your bubble, Cullen.”

“Mike, I really don’t want to talk about this right now,” I said, trying to walk faster to get away from him. I wanted to be alone to think about Bella. To think about how even in anger she made me feel drawn in like I had never been drawn before. To think about how, in all my seventeen years, I had never quite felt such a pull to any other human being.

“Are you touchy?” Newton still bounced annoyingly in front of me. “Did she say something?”

“No.” I pushed past him and swept into my next class angrily. I don’t even know what happened in class that day. It was last period. I had an excuse. I also spent most of the time thinking about Bella.

“How did it go?” a quite voice from behind me asked.

I spun around, and saw Alice leaning against the hood of my car. “Did you make a complete fool of yourself? Because I’m guessing it didn’t go too great.”

“You’re partially right.” I sighed, unlocking the car for her. She hopped lithely into the passenger seat. “It didn’t go too great. But it wasn’t my fault. I don’t think she likes me much actually.”

“Why not?” Alice asked, her eyes gleaming. “What’s not to like?”

Shut up, Alice. “Not like that,” I mumbled ineloquently, looking out the windshield intently like I was really interested in knowing where our siblings were. “I wonder what’s keeping them.”

“Don’t get all distracted, Edward. Tell me, what happened?” Alice glared at me, her chin jutting out sharply and her lips in a dainty frown. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, Alice. That’s just it. She just… seems to hate me.”

“Did you actually talk to her, or are you just making that assumption?”

I fiddled with the dial of the radio, half-hoping to tune her out. “I didn’t… I…” I realized how stupid she was likely to think me if she knew I hadn’t said a single word to Bella. “Um…”

Jasper slid into the backseat, frowning. “Why so gloomy, Edward?” he asked, as Rosalie and Emmett squeezed in after him.

“Bella doesn’t like him like he hoped she would,” Alice quipped, the model of a perfectly lovely sister. “But he won’t tell me what happened.”

“Bella?” Emmett whistled. “The new one? Why would she like Eddykins? She’s too hot for him.” He scowled at Rosalie, when she smacked his arm, and then kissed her hair.

I rolled my eyes and then began backing up out of my parking space. “I never said that there was anything wrong.” I spoke the words through clenched teeth. “Maybe everything was just fine, and I don’t feel like talking about it.”

“You wouldn’t even tell me?” Alice asked, her lower lip trembling devastatingly.

“It’s none of your business.” Rosalie sounded muffled as she buried her face into Emmett’s massive chest. “And if it were something was willing to share, I think he would.” Before then, she had been uncharacteristically quiet. I guessed I knew what was still bothering her.

“I don’t know why I should tell you.” I started driving slowly and carefully down the slick road, still unused to wetness after we moved here from Arizona two years ago. “If anything happened, it would be between me and Bella. I don’t know why you would think that anything did, because… I’m me. And she’s… incredible.”

“I think Edward’s in love,” Jasper said, predicting my emotion uncannily.

“Excellent choice for a first love, my brother,” Emmett grinned. “Sorry, Rose,” he added apologetically. “No one is as gorgeous as you, of course.”

“Alice, I call shotgun for tomorrow,” Jasper complained, leaning away from the kisses that Emmett showered onto Rosalie’s face, neck, and shoulders. “I can’t stand being back here with these two ridiculous lovers.”

“And so you would put me through that hell?” Alice asked, smiling back at him angelically. “That’s hardly fair, my love.”

I groaned. “Will everyone just stop?” I asked. “This is my car. I don’t want too much affection in it. It’s not made to be beat up.”

“Woah, Edward. What do you think we’ll be doing?” Emmett seemed rather alarmed. I mentally slapped myself for the image my words had inadvertently caused.

“That’s not what I meant,” I protested, flushing.

“I’m sure,” Rosalie said skeptically. “Because you’re poor little innocent Edward, who no one will ever notice being perverted. You’re going to stalk this Isabelle girl, aren’t you?”

“Bella,” I heard myself correct automatically. “And, no, I’m not. I’m just…” I found myself at a loss for words.

“Aha.” Alice beamed back at Emmett. “What’d I tell you? I win the bet.”