Chapter 2

(BPOV)

“Edward, you’re as new to this school as I am, do we really have to do this?” I grumbled as he pulled me down the hallways. Our schedules were different for the first half of today, but Edward, being Edward, insisted on sending me to my classroom. We were there early, so the corridors were still empty—thank god. The sight of Edward escorting me to class was not how I wanted to be introduced, not on my first day of school.

“So, Mrs. Cullen…" He brought us to an abrupt halt in front of a classroom door—Economics, right— then his lips pulled up into his crooked smile as he turned his focus towards me. I looked away before his angelic smile could reach his eyes; he wasn’t going to cheat like that for the rest of eternity.

I felt his fingers reach for my face, lifting my chin up to meet his gaze. Being a vampire myself, my body wasn’t any warmer than Edward’s, yet his touch still didn’t fail to send shivers running down my spine; I could feel the electricity coursing through my veins, my breathing started to grow unsteady as he inched his face closer to mine. “I’ll see you in biology” He whispered, letting the scent of his sweet breath caress my face, and then disappeared down the hallway chuckling.

Edward was my angel, but he was so cruel sometimes. I wanted so much to chase him down the hall, to throw myself at him before he could go any farther, but I didn’t want to cause vampire chaos on my first day of school—I’d yell at him later.

“Bella! I cannot believe you wore that on your first day of school, you-“ Alice hissed as she danced towards me; I looked down at my red top and blue jeans; our schedules were the same—I was glad that I wouldn’t be alone in class, but Alice wasn’t exactly the best study partner.

“But Alice, we might-“

“Shopping. Later. No buts.” She interrupted me before I could finish my homework excuse. I sighed, arguing with Alice was impossible.

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Class with Edward was impossibly long; I slouched at my desk as I fiddled with a pencil, waiting for time to pass. Alice seemed to be enjoying herself, but not with the lesson. She was gazing into something in the distance, reading the future, maybe. Our teacher, Mr. O’Connell, was too caught up in his own lecture to notice anything going on in the classroom. When the torturous session had finally ended, I shoved my books into my orange backpack, then rushed my way out the door.