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Edward Cullen is a painfully shy intellectual desperately in love with his quiet, beautiful classmate Bella Swan. Slight Twilight Parody. Originally written for The Sexy Edward Contest. Expanded from one-shot to novella. RATED M. AU/AH/OOC. EPOV/BPOV.

The Beauty and the Geek was originally intended as a one-shot, but was expanded to a novella.

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Jayeliwood's Sexy Edward Contest

Author: Vixen1836

Type of Edward: Quiet, Geeky Edward

Story type: All Human/Alternate Universe/OOC EPOV

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I arrived at class five minutes early just so I could watch her arrive. When she walked in, I didn’t even look up. Somehow, I knew it was her. I’d tried to lie to myself about my draw to her, making excuses and justifications, explaining away that these feelings were only to be expected. Any guy would be interested in her. She was perfect after all. Witty, funny, intelligent, beautiful, sweet…

I’d never really thought of anyone this way before. There was something about her. Something that I couldn’t pinpoint. Something about the way she smiled sweetly, something about the way her eyes sparkled when she caught me staring at her…

Soon enough, I’d been forced to acknowledge it. I was in love with Bella Swan.

Twice a week – like some crazy person – I found myself anxiously anticipating her arrival to class. I watched her again as she took the steps of our classroom one at a time. Her subtle beauty was breathtaking. She was moving slowly, calculating each step, determined not to repeat last week’s tumble. Well, actually, it wasn’t just last week. She appeared to be quite clumsy; I had seen her fall twice since we'd had this class together.

In both instances, I’d come out of my seat to help her, only to be thwarted by Mike Newton, football jerk extraordinaire. Last time, he’d taken the opportunity to covertly grope her as he helped her up, winking at his fellow jocks after settling her in her seat. She had been too humiliated to notice his greedy hands. So, he was only encouraged further when she thanked him profusely for his help. Once she was seated, she’d looked back and forth between Mike and myself with a curious expression on her face. I was humiliated when I'd realized that her flustered expression was probably in response to the fact that while they were both seated, I was still standing. And, I was also staring at her. Of course, Mike hadn’t even noticed me.