Hello my fellow Twilight fans, this if my 1st Twilight fic, even though i have written other fics to SVU some, probably not many may know me ^_^ well anyway in honor of the DVD coming out this week, i thought this up, ive been wanting to write a fic like this, so here ya go, i hope you guyz like it, : D

reviews are welcome!

I was nervous to say the least.

Terrified.

After all, it was my first day of college, I’m sure that would make anyone nervous, especially considering if their first class started in 5 minutes.

That said class turning out to be British Lit.

Of course by now I had already taken a seat in the middle of the class, not quite brave enough to take the front. And not patient enough to take the back, suffering the fact that I wouldn’t be able to hear at all if I did.

That’s probably just over exaggerating.

I continue to remain quiet, until, our professor smoothly strides in the room at approximately 10AM. His back faces the room while he starts to write his name across the board in elegant script, putting my sloppy hand writing to shame, not that it wasn’t already.

I can tell he isn’t very old, his frame lean, with a decent amount of muscle lining the bands of his back, perhaps more than decent from my position of the room. Our Professor was dressed in black slacks and a forest green sweater, accompanying the chilly weather outside, overcast and rainy. The green accenting the strands of copper in his hair, maybe I was paying to much attention to all of this.

That though was defiantly emphasized when he turned around. And to think this class was going to be difficult from the start.

This only seemed to make things more tortuous.

He was perfect, that would be the easiest way to describe his appearance, it was almost unreal.

His complexion was pale, almost translucent, matching mine, which was pretty rare, but his skin still looked softer, smoother, more flawless somehow. Making his hair shine even more, making anyone forget it kept the messy quality that it did, probably no matter how he tried to tame it.

But what kept me starting the longest was his eyes, glistening every time his lips moved, sparking in the light, making me realize that he was speaking, in the first place.

“--- you may call me Professor Cullen, I do not, or will not expect anything else, I trust you all have picked up the next book I plan for us to all read this coming week?”

His whole presence kept the rooms attention and he conducted the class well, highly emphasizing that he had no time for bullshit.

When he said this so bluntly, his eyes automatically turned hard and cold, I didn’t like the difference at all. But they soon turned back to the amazing, softer emerald, mixing in with the shirt, making the color of his sweater look bleak to the shine in his own eyes.

When I realized I had been staring, when he instructed us to read the first three chapters-here, in class-his eyes shot up and connected with mine.

I immediately flushed taking in the full strength he carried in his gaze,

“Did you have a question, Miss….?”

“Miss Swan.” I swallowed, suddenly flustered, I felt like such an idiot, like a teenager who had a crush.

His eyebrows rose expectantly, making me realize I had yet to answer a question of his,

“Um, no, no I don’t.”

After a few humiliating moments, his attention was diverted somewhere else and I was off the hook, feeling like a total and complete moron after all the gawking I had been doing, and to my College Professor no doubt!

No matter how hard I tried, I could not concentrate on the words in front of me, all I could do is follow, Cullen, in my peripheral vision, he had told us to read and while the students did, he started to write several poems on the board at the front of the class, they were beautiful of course, his elegant script emphasizing the fact.

When he was finished, he turned, clearing his throat to gain everyone’s attention.

“Now, I have written several poems on the board, all by British poets, I would like each of you to pick two, and translate them in today’s language, since they have defiantly changed over the centuries…than, I would like you all to express how that poem reaches you and perhaps, if you can determine what the poet themselves were feeling and thinking when they wrote them.”

After, he had made sure everyone understood the assignment, he dismissed us, thankfully.

I hurried to gather my things, obviously in a rush to just get out of there, and leave him behind in the room. But in my hurry, I accidentally flipped my bag upwards as I hastily flung the strap on my shoulders causing everything that was possibly in it, to tumble to the ground, and quite loudly.

Hell.

Could I do anything right?

I stood there for a second, sulking until I finally kneeled down to pick up all my junk.

It wasn’t long until I heard footsteps towards me, and than, black loafers appeared in front of me. This just makes everything worse; this guy must think I’m a total moron.

This amazingly gorgeous guy, non the less.

“In need of help?” he mused, kneeling down to help me, I could help but notice how our knees kept brushing against each other, making it impossible for me to even concentrate on what I was picking up and flinging in my bag.

His comment only causing my cheeks to flare hotter. I thought It best just to keep my head down, allowing my hair to shield off my face and ghastly crimson cheeks. Since he must’ve thought I was a total retard, lacking any kind of social skills, he decided to break the silence between us.

“You had me thinking…” he began, handing me a Calculus book, he was thinking about me, in particular? Separately?

I finally met his eyes, was that a mistake.

They were practically smoldering, literally emeralds dancing as they looked at me, a soft smile grazing his perfect, red, full lips.

I really had to stop thinking this way about my teacher.

“….and I was still wondering if you had a question for me to explain, or not?”

He showed a flash of perfect white teeth as he said this, already making me feel conscious about mine.

He really had a way of lowering your self-confidence, perhaps, no, always whenever you were around him.

“Oh—“ I blurted, my face melting from the heat, after realizing what I had just did, I just felt like I had to say something, since I hadn’t said anything.

“No—I have a comment, I guess.” I added shyly, finally done picking up all my crap.

We both stood up at the same time and I was temporally taken aback by how he seemed to tower over me, especially since this is the first time I’ve actually stood by him.

“I’d love to hear it.” He continues, funny, he actually seems interested. He has to be wondering how they even let me into an Ivy-League School, with how I’ve been acting.

I shake my head,

“Oh, well, its really nothing, I just like the poems you chose.”

His smile brightens and I cant believe he’s still talking to me, isn’t he busy? Does he have another class? Doesn’t he have more important things to do?

“Well-the assignment should be easy for you than, no?”

My eyes follow his left hand as it reaches up to combed through the messy locks of his hair, he’s just too gorgeous for his own good, does he know that?

No, probably if he did, he’d be cocky arrogant, but no, he didn’t seem that way.

I point to the door like an idiot,

“I really must be going.” I conclude, anticipating my next class. Something moves within his eyes but I cant place it.

“Yes, of course-Isabella.”

I freeze and a beautiful chuckle rings out of his throat, god, I wanted to hear that again.

“Role, you are part of my class, so you’d be on the attendance list.”

His smile is almost sexy, and it makes me jittery, signaling that it is way past due to flee, even though I want to pathetically stay here and talk, he seems to think the same way, but that’s just my ego speaking.

His face seems to sober after he realizes this also, he turns around and rifles through papers on his desk, completely ignoring my fleeing form as I walk out of the classroom.

Even after I walked out of the building, heading back to my dorm, I still couldn’t control the beating of my heart, it was still pounding in my chest, this was impossible, its not like he had any interest in me to begin with, neither did I have a chance in hell that I could be with him, even if he did feel anything towards me, with he didn’t.

Anyway, he was probably already taken, someone that gorgeous, he had to be, and if he wasn’t, than there just wasn’t any chance for the rest of us.

I shivered as the crisp, cold air whipped around me, fanning through my hair, causing my pact to quicken, to escape the chill. As desperate and pathetic as I was, I needed to tell someone, I need someone’s opinion, and of course, there was only one person I could think of….

“Oh come on Bella! Just tell me, please! What is it?!” Alice squealed, I knew this would happen, after I made her promise not to tell anyone else.

I threw my bat on my bed and plopped along with it, Alice following suit, my roommate defiantly gets over excited most of the time, she was tiny, but still stored so much energy, which didn’t quite make sense to me.

But still, she was my best friend, I could tell her anything, which explains why I was about to tell her this, something bizarre, and defiantly against the rules, not that anything would happen anyway.

“Okay, do you know who the British Lit. Professor is?” I decided to start out slow, so she could get every detail, and than that way, maybe she could really decipher what was going on, or if it was just my over active imagination, most likely the second.

Alice was always good with things like this, I, of course, wasn’t.

“You mean Professor Cullen? He’s so gorgeous.” She gushed, already getting off the subject, well, no, this kind of had something to do with my whole dilemma…

“Do you know he’s only 25?”

This caused me to get off task,

“Really?” After all, I had just turned 21, he wasn’t that much older than me at all.

She bobbed up and down on the bed,

“Yep! Its so hard to concentrate in his class, I have him for English Lit. all I can do is just watch him.”

“Yeah,” I sigh, like the pathetic lovesick teenager. “He’s so intimidating though-“ I sobered up,

“Have you actually talked to him?!” she asked, excitement bubbling up in her words once again. I nodded biting my lip and a wide smile streaked across her face,

“I felt like a complete idiot when I did though.” I concluded, rolling my eyes, my face turning hot also.

“What id you say?! What did he do?” I rolled my eyes.

“Well, you know me, when he dismissed us, I was so desperate to leave, that I dropped my bags, spilling everything.” I emphasized. “He came over and helped me, and I felt so close to him, like he was leaning towards me on purpose, I don’t know, and than after we stood up, it was like he wanted to keep talking to me, as if he didn’t want me to leave.” I rolled my eyes again, listening to how stupid and idiotic it all sounded.

“He must like you.” Alice concluded, but I shook my head, it was impossible.

“Alice, come on, I mean, you’ve seen him, he’s just too good looking, I haven’t the slightly chance, and beside, its against the rules, he’s a teacher, a College Professor, not that he’s even interested in me to begin with.”

Alice looked upset,

“Bella, I hate the fact that you don’t give yourself nearly enough credit, you are beautiful you know, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did like you.”

I felt suddenly depressed, it seems like always the person I liked never returned the same feelings, this was just another guy that this happened.

Alice smiled,

“I’m so jealous of you Bella.” She mused.

“Prof. Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan.” She played out.

“Edward?” I question, even my name sounded boring and plain next to his.

“Yeah, he is originally from Britain, I think, graduated from Oxford, ironically enough, he sounds like he’d be the hero out of an old classic novel, one with a lot of money and stunning features,” she giggled.

“Yeah, and one whose completely unattainable.” I added grimly.

“Come on Bella, remember Pride & Prejudice? Mr. Darcy? He was filthy rich and unattainable, or at least seemed to be, and yet he still fell in love with Elizabeth Bennet.”

Alice always trying to cheer me up,

“When do you have him again?”

“I have him on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.” I sighed, I had to wait a whole ‘nother day to see him again.

But Alice basically stopped my heart by squealing.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I almost forgot! Remember? They’re having an orientation party tonight; they have it every year for freshmen? Its tonight! And Edward is going to make a presentation and everything?” she giggled.

I do remember, because I wasn’t going to go, parties weren’t really my thing, but, maybe I could go, just to see Professor Cullen.

“We have to Bella!” she emphasized, “I know just what your going to wear!” I groaned at the sound of that.

After I had returned form my last class of the day, Alice attacked me with everything she had to alter my appearance, for the best, I hope.

“I love you Alice—but I just wish you’d be done by now.” I complained, as she poked and prodded at my eyelashes.

“Be still—Bella or your makeup wont turn out exactly how I want it, and no peaking.” She warned.

“Don’t make it over exaggerated, please, Alice, this is just suppose to be casual.” I grumbled. “Its no big deal to begin with.” I added.

“Shush.” She commanded, retrieving an industrial strength hair dryer, I just hope she doesn’t sear my hair off. I groaned as she continued picking at me. I’ll probably just see him across the room and he, himself wont even see me, there for, this was a complete waste of time.

“Okay! Finished!” she beamed, “Ok, now I’ll get you your clothes and we’ll be off!”

TBC

I hope you guyz liked it so far ^_^