nothing will be the S A M E {{isabella.

[edward anthony cullen]

EDWARDCULLEN

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High School. Everyone's personal hell. Well, except for the popular students. They must love it, since everyone knows them, and, wherever they go, someone cares to follow.

Funnily enough, it didn't work like that to Edward. Well, yes, he had made a lot of new friends since he had arrived, and some girls had even taken their time to develop a crazy sort of crush on him. And plus, everyone at Jackman High seemed to know his name already. Edward had barely arrived, and he could be already considered as a member of the 'popular' crowd. This wasn't something he enjoyed, though. Because he was the 'new kid', every conversation seemed to be about him, it was rather uncomfortable, like he was the only one there. He sometimes asked himself what he was doing there. And, what kind of high school only has one new student that is worth talking about? When had he decided to move to such a small town, where everyone was too busy sticking their noses on each other's lives? Okay, so Charlie could use some time alone with Karen, his new wife. But was it worth all of this? To be stuck in a city that seemed to be completely forgotten by the sun or every other kind of civilization, and has never heard about the word privacy? Edward simply didn't know how much of this he would be able to handle.

But there was probably things that were worse than that. He was sure. There was something that could be way worse than having everyone wanting to talk to you, and it was having someone that was not willing to do it. Edward's mind immediately flew back to the Geometry class where he had first 'met' Isabella Swan. Even though he tried not to think about it, it was hard to forget the murderous glances she kept sending him. Edward had spent long hours wondering what was wrong with him, trying to guess any reason why this weird -- and ridiculously good-looking girl -- seemed to hate him so much before even listening to his voice. Of course, it was all wasted time. Edward still didn't know her reason. And he wasn't too excited about it, either. It was the first time Edward felt actually intimidated by a girl.

Edward tried to spend his days without the memory of Isabella, but he couldn't avoid to think about her. Specially because, for some reason, Edward hadn't seen her lately. Maybe he just wasn't paying attention, maybe, if he looked closely, he would eventually find the mysterious girl again.

Not that he was willing to, of course.

But, what if Isabella had really left? Could it be a coincidence, the fact that she moved the day after they met? Edward didn't feel well about being the reason why someone would leave, and he fiercely hoped Isabella was still there somewhere. And that was the reason he always gave himself for the fact that he was always looking for her with the corner of his eyes. Of course, Edward was lying to himself. Curiosity, that was the main reason. He would never sleep well again, unless he figured this girl out.

That was what Edward was thinking about as he entered the high school parking lot with his silver Volvo. He was early that day, so he got to choose from a lot of good parking spaces. As soon as he parked his car, Edward picked his backpack and, as he walked toward the high school entrance, he looked around and tried to find any familiar faces.

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[isabella marie swan]

HOW CAN I DECIDE WHATS RIGHT
when you're clouding up my mind !

She could still change her mind. There was plenty of time. She didn't have to go to school today did she? Of course not. She had already been through medical school a few times. High School was just a charade. She didnt need it. Couldnt she play sick? Terminally ill? Heaven knows she looked the part. Sickly pale skin, nearly translucent if you put her in the right light. She tended to avoid bright lights though. That was an obvious one. Isabella sighed as her car approached the dull building that seemed to fade into the sky. They matched, sadly enough. Isabella really did not want to be here.

School had been going fine. Though it was a bit boring and dull, it was still going alright. No one had caught onto Isabella's little secret. Or her sibling's. There hadnt been any issues. Until he transferred to the school. Some nobody from Florida had moved up to Maine. Isabella couldn't even fathom why someone would want to move here. Of course her family had, but they had their reasons. Specific reasons. This...human on the other hand, really had none. It should have been another pointless day in Geometry. Relearning everything she already knew. But then he, Edward Cullen, had to come into the room. The boy was already a mystery to the dark girl. His smell though...That scent. It was tantilizing. Isabella had spent the entire class period going out of her mind. She had promised Carlisle she would respect the vegetarian lifestyle. She would eat only animals. She had been doing fine on this strict diet and then Edward had to come and nearly ruin it for her. She couldnt remembered much of anything during that period other than thinking up morbid ideas on how she could lure him out of the classroom. Get him to herself and the, in a quick moment, kill him.

Such morbid morbid thoughts from a creature so beautiful.

Isabella had succesfully kept herself under control though. Even with those thoughts racing through her mind. The bell rang and she bolted for the door. She hadnt wasted any time getting out of that classroom. She didnt even continue on in school for the rest of the day. She left. Isabella had actually continued to plotting. She could catch him off guard at his house. There were so many ideas. But somehow, someway, she got her morbid, starved mind under control. She went hunting. Her eyes had returned to their gorgeous golden topaz. She got rid of her thirst but for some reason, she knew his scent would destroy her resolve again. This was the most frustrating situation in the world. Isabella sighed softly to herself, not that she needed to, and pulled up at the school. She hadnt noticed the Volvo in the parking lot yet. It would only take her a few moments though. Isabella was generally a very observant person. If by observant, I mean paranoid that is.

Slipping out of her own car, Isabella grabbed her messenger bag and ran a hand through her hair. She really did not want to be here. She walked quickly across the pavement, her eyes running over every inch of area around her. It only took her a few split moments to catch the bronze mop of hair in front of her. The sighting hit her two seconds before his scent did. Isabella immediately cut off all fake breathing. No one would notice. Her mind, even with that small whiff of him, went into a somewhat morbid state. There was barely anyone here. The woods weren't that far off. What if she could get him to go with her? Could she really accomplish such a feat? Of course she could. But the question was, could she do it without guilt? Of course she couldn't.

Isabella sighed and looked at the time. She knew she would have to face Edward at some point. Probably geometry again. As her thoughts began to wander, she found herself staring at the boy as he walked towards the school. And she was being none too secretive about it. Joy. Not that there was any reasont o pretend that she wasnt. Well, maybe. The kids at this school already thought she was a freak. Not like it couldnt get much worse.

[edward anthony cullen]

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Edward was almost reaching the entrance when he finally saw her. Isabella. At first, he didn't know whether she had seen him or not. Of course not. She had surely more decent things to do, none of them must include looking for Edward. She must be someone way more sane than he was, since she probably didn't have this kind of crazy obsession. Edward suddenly found himself actually considering the thought of talking to her. Again, he questioned his mental sanity. Since when had he got that suicidal? Not that Isabella was thinking about killing him. Of course not. This was purely paranoia. At least, that was what Edward kept telling himself. But it was not like he was willing to have a casual conversation with her, at least that was what he wanted to think of himself. He wanted to turn around and get into the school as soon as possible, but his eyes wouldn't respond to the command. It was only too difficult to stop looking at Isabella. He watched as she ran a hand through her dark hair. She was just too graceful. She was too pale, but it didn't look bad. She was too...

Impossibly, inhumanly beautiful.

It should be a crime. Potential murderers simply should not look that good. Not that she was a potential murderer, of course. For some brief moments, Edward was starting to consider the idea of getting some professional help. Being that scared of a girl couldn't be healthy. Maybe this small city was driving him crazy. Maybe Isabella hadn't even looked at him during that first Geometry class. Maybe the little he had left of mental sanity was being washed away by the cold wind that was always blowing on Jackman. Edward was probably losing his mind, and this thought wasn't pleasant at all. Hesitantly, he looked away and took two or three more steps in direction of the entrance. Stop looking at her, it was almost painful. It was like she could fade at any minute. Which was something that Edward found rather possible, maybe she didn't even exist, who knew? Certainly his new friends did. It looked like Edward had found a 'nice' topic to talk about at the cafeteria.

Edward had always wondered what made some teenagers suicidal. He had even met several teens who had everything someone could possibly dream of who killed themselves for reasons that he could never fully understand. But now he was starting to see a light, or so he thought. Maybe they all were... curious? Wanting to put their hands on the one thing they didn't have -- death? Probably not. Anyway, Edward had just learned a lesson. Indeed, curiosity can kill you. And he was feeling like such an easy target, since he found himself wanting desperately to look back and watch Isabella's graceful movements again. He wanted to make sure she wasn't just an delusion, a fruit of his imagination. But he knew he shouldn't do it, since it would probably lead to death.

Paranoia.

For the love of all that was holy, what was wrong with him? Isabella wasn't a murderer in disguise, she probably hadn't even looked at him during Geometry class. Where was all the morbid paranoia coming from, for God's sake? What, did Jackman had this weird and creepy power that made everyone that lived there think there was someone trying to kill them? Maybe that was the reason why everyone was constantly sticking their noses on everyone else's business. They were thinking of ways to kill you, and they had to know your everyday schedule so their plan would work better. Edward almost started to laugh at his own assumption. This was final, he really was losing his mind. He had no idea of the reason why, though. Maybe it was all related to Isabella. It surely was. He had started to get that insane after he first saw her. It didn't feel good to blame Isabella for this, but Edward had to blame someone. Otherwise it would mean that he was getting crazy by himself, like an old man on his late nineties. It was certainly worse to think like that, so he just blamed Isabella. Edward was quite surprised to see himself turning around once more to face the object of his obsession. He needed to know if she was still there, if she was real. Otherwise, he would have to find someone else to blame. Of course, there must have more polite and coherent ways to check that than just staring at someone, but he wasn't feeling too creative.

At the moment Edward looked at her again, he noticed two things. One, yes, Isabella was real. She was just too perfect to be a fruit of Edward's poor imagination. And two, she was staring back at him. It brought back the same feeling he had during his first Geometry class, a mixture of fear and fascination, the fear being bigger than fascination. Edward thought about turning around and finally entering the school, but now it felt harder than ever. It would be impossible to break the strong eye contact, at least for a human. Edward noticed something different about Isabella's eyes, though. They looked less... dark? He couldn't know for sure, but the color certainly was different. He couldn't turn his back at her now. He had seen her, and she had seen that he'd seen her. It would be too impolite to leave just like that. And there it was, Edward's newest excuse to talk to the mysterious girl.

Hesitantly, Edward took a step closer to where Isabella was. He thought about taking two steps back, but it would look too weird for the people watching. Not that there was anyone there to watch. As he walked slowly toward her, Edward realized he didn't know what to say. He certainly couldn't start a conversation with a simple, "Hey there, how are you doing". He couldn't talk about the weather either, for it was just too lame. "Umm...", Edward started, hesitantly, as he got closer to Isabella. "Do we have... Do we have any Geometry homework?", he asked, even though he knew exactly what the answer would be. It's just that asking that seemed to be the safer way to start a nice conversation.

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[isabella marie swan]

HOW CAN I DECIDE WHATS RIGHT
when you're clouding up my mind !

Isabella's mind was certainly on the wandering side today. Her thoughts moving quickly as ever. This was nothing new. Her siblings had a hard time keeping up with her when she did decide to babble. Even Alice on ocassion. It was just...difficult. Her mind would branch out in all sorts of angles. Some of them not even making sense most of the time. The girl could literally go from thinking about her classes to a trip to Canada way back a decade or so ago. It was an interesting thought process really. Her mind just did it on its own. She never questioned it, and after a while people stopped asking as well. They would attempt to make the connections. But after awhile, they just gave up. Which was good. Cause Isabella had always had a hard time explaining herself. And it wouldnt be fun to have to do it all the time. Right now, her thoughts seemed to be situating on that day in Geometry class. She couldnt almost say she felt bad for how she acted. The murderous glares she shot him. By full definition thats what they were. Though, Edward would never know how true those words were. Thats all she had been able to think about that day.

And she really should not be thinking about it right this moment.

And the reason for that was it brought on those hunger pains again. And not so much that, but the want to chase, hunt, and kill. It was...an exhilerating thought. Could she fend it off was not the question. It was for how long could she stand it? She had had that small whiff of him. And that just drove her insane right there. It was like putting an alcoholic in a room with a bottle of the finest oldest bottle of wine. Aged to perfection. You couldn't not expect them to go for it could you? Exactly. Isabella was fighting herself. Edward just smelled...amazing. Purely amazing and just standing here, with that delicious smell floating around was, excuse the pun, killing her. She shifted on her feet and looked down at them for a moment. She was momentarily trying to distract herself. She had to get a hold of the reins. If she didn't, today wouldnt go so well. It would probably be a brought to life version of her ideas from the last time she had been forced into the same area as Edward Cullen. Isabella truly was praying that she could control herself. To expose herself and her family like that would be the last thing she would ever want to do.

With a small sigh, Isabella continued to walk. With each step as she got closer to him, it seemed to get easier and easier. The fact that she had gone out hunting really helped the situation. She wasn't as blood thirsty as she would be around Edward. Which was very very good. Considering the conversation that would be taking place in a few moments. Isabella had never slipped as horribly as she had in that Geometry room. Well, there was the time where she went away from Carlisle and Esme for a long while. She decided that she wanted to be off on her own so she ran away. Isabella had actually been away from her family for quite some time. A few years to be more specific. And that is when she deviated from the diet that she had been put on so strictly. This was her 'teenage rebellion' so to speak. She began hunting humans. But, with her new found abilities, she found it much easier to differentiate between good and evil, or, her perspective of it.

She had found a way to get around her guilt for those few years. Isabella had hunted criminals. People who were scum. Murderers. Men and women on those lines. But, as you can imagine, she couldnt stay that way for very long. Isabella would feel her guilt very soon. And it hit her hard. She realized that she had been no better than the people she had been hunting and feeding upon. It wasnt a good feeling. She became a recluse for awhile while she was away. Isabella had pulled herself back into the place that she had situated herself into. But, the hunger soon got to her again, and she did what was most logical in her mind. Isabella went back to the life she knew best. Back to Esme and Carlisle. It was probably the best choice she had made in a very long time. And the most logical. She was happy to be home and they were happy to haver her back home. She was surprised they took her back in so quickly. But Isabella never questioned it. She was just too happy to be home. And since then, until the day in geometry class, Isabella had never again thought about leaving. Ever.

Stopping in her walking, Isabella looked down at her bag to pull out a compact mirror. Oh wow. She had to check her make up to make sure it didnt smear. This was something very unusual for her. She hated most makeup. But Alice had insisted on doing her makeup since it was her second day back at school. But in all reality, Isabella knew that Alice was now just looking for excuses to haul her poor sister off into the bathroom to do her make up and dress her up like her own personal toy. It was almost frustrating for the poor girl. But she had learned over the years to just give in. There was no use in fighting with Alice. She always won. Because she knew your arguments before you tossed them out. Stupid unfair advantages. Though, Isabella had the same advantage as she did. Only hers came quicker. But Alice still had the advantage to see the end of it. Sigh. Isabella, hearing someone approaching, blinked at her reflection in the compact mirror. Who in their right mind was coming to talk to her?

Though, she did realize quickly who it was before she glanced up from the mirror and slipped it away. Edward Cullen. How could she tell this? Simple. She couldnt read his thoughts. And it was the most frustrating thing ever. Isabella had never had such an experience with someone. Every time she tried, it was if nothing was there. And she knew for a fact that no one could blank their mind like that. No matter how hard they tried. Even when they were thinking 'blank' it still didnt work. And there was no way that Edward had been able to figure her out. Isabella blinked at his question, but her facial expressions didnt change to say that she was annoyed. "I don't believe we do." Her tone was soft, almost a bit musical if you listened closely. She could see how nervous he was, and decided that maybe she should try to make it easier on him.

"I apologize, I haven't had the chance to introduce myself." Isabella smiled a most perfect smile and offered him her hand. A bit formal, a handshake, but she was always old fashioned. "I'm Isabella Swan. But most people call me Bella." Her smile held, not faltering in the least. This had been the most contact she had had with anyone outside of her family in a very long time. But she couldnt show how odd it was for her. She just let it happen. "You must be Edward." Maybe she would apologize for her behavior the last time they had met. Isabella wasnt sure yet. Maybe he hadnt noticed. She inwardly scoffed at herself. Of course he had noticed. Everyone in the class had noticed. She had overheard one of Edwards friends asking about the looks she had been shooting Edward as they left class.