"Bye Dad," I shouted down the stairs.

The door slammed shut behind him, I rushed back into my room and started to worry about what to wear. Something I never usually did, I felt stupid about worrying what I looked like all of a sudden. I soon decided on black jeans, a dark blue buttoned blouse and the least faded sneakers I could find. I looked again in the mirror. My mahogany hair fell in waves down my back, my eyes a chocolate brown. I didn't mind those things about me; it was my skin I minded. I was lucky enough not to ever have bad, spotty skin, it was always clear. But always so pale, even when I spent a year in Phoenix I never tanned, even the slightest bit no matter how hard I tried. I was still scrutinizing myself in the mirror when the doorbell rang. I hurtled myself down the stairs and wrenched the door open wide. There he was stood in his god-like perfection leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Good Morning Bella," he greeted me.

"Morning" my voice sounded flustered and breathless. "What's the time? Am I really that late?"

He chuckled. "Not at all, actually I am early. I didn't know how long it would take to get here in the ice."

"Well you were right, it is very cold," I said realizing I was rubbing my arms. "Do you mind if I just grab a bite to eat?" gesturing into the house.

"Go ahead,"

"Come on in," I said opening the door wider.

I rushed into the kitchen to get myself a bowl of cereal, and he sat on one of the mismatched kitchen chairs. "Do you want anything?" I offered.

"No thanks," he declined. "I ate before I came out."

I nodded and sat with my bowl of cereal opposite him.

"Friday at last," he commented.

I nodded with a mouthful of cereal.

"I was wondering if you had any plans for this weekend?" he asked again

I shook my head, the cereal was starting to irritate me now, I did not like being mute.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere... with me," he said, somewhat sheepishly.

I swallowed my cereal and could feel my heartbeat racing, "I...I'd love to." I managed to choke out.

"Really? On a... date?"

"It would be nice." My favourite crooked smile spread across his face and his emerald eyes seemed to sparkle. But then I remembered.

"Damn it." I said.

"What?"

"I said I'd go to the beach with the others... I could always cancel I guess..." I offered.

"And tell them what, you're ditching your best friends so you can go on a date with Edward Cullen? Remember Bella, they don't like me," he pointed out.

"They don't... not like you. They just...."

"Don't like me," he reiterated, nodding.

"Why do you think that?" I asked, actually interested.

"I find people... very easy to read. It's a bit like a sixth sense or something," he joked. "I can tell that people like Jessica do not like me... at all. Lauren, we'll just not go there. Angela, Ben and Newton don't seem to mind me, but at the same time don't feel at ease around me. I am after all 'one of those creepy Cullen's.' I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled. "So I really think it will be better if I don't go... what time do you get back?"

"Err, five-ish I think," I answered.

"So if I pick you up at half five from here, would you be ready to go to dinner?" he asked, smiling.

"....Yeah," I said, trying to remember to breath.

I glanced up at the wall clock, "shoot," I said. "We'd better get going or we are going to be late."

"I don't think so," he said. "But let's go."

I threw my bowl in the sink and grabbed my coat and bag. I followed him to the door, where he spun round to face me. I saw him briefly bit his lip, in what seemed like a deliberation. Before he put his hand on the small of back and pulled me closer to him. He pressed his soft lips, which were surprisingly cold, against mine for a second; it felt like electricity was coursing through my body. He stood there an expectant look on his face, waiting to see if I would push him away. I stared up at him, not saying anything. I soon realized I was going to have to break this silence. I rocked up onto my toes and pressed my lips once again on his, I could feel his lips break into a triumphant grin. I drew my head back and looked at him. His crooked grin was larger than any I had seen on him.

"Let's go," he said breathlessly, taking me by the hand after planting one last kiss on my lips. As we walked to the car, I tried- quite unsuccessfully- to slow my breathing, I was edging toward hyperventilating.

The ride to school we sat in silence, his hand on mine the whole way their. It was a 'nothing needs to be said' silence, not awkward, and I didn't want to ruin the moment. Well that and Edward drove like a maniac and I didn't trust myself to speak without screaming. But true to his word we got to school on time, with minutes to spare.

By the time I had undone my seat belt he was already at my side, opening my door. The parking lot was of cars and people, all of whom had their attention directed at the Volvo. Great I thought. I leaned in closer to Edward, "why are they staring at us?" I whispered in his ear.

"There wondering what the hell is going on," he murmured his lips barely moving. I looked around feeling self-conscious, I noticed the heat returning to my cheeks again. So did Edward. He seemed to find this amusing.

"Well," he said quietly brushing his fingers over my cheeks. "Since I'm already going to hell," he winked, swung his arm over my shoulder and kissed my forehead. I could hear the gasps.

I glared at him, and it just made him chuckle again. His laugh was so beautiful I couldn't help but smile and I put one arm around him and be walked to Spanish.