EPOV

My fingers were gliding across the keys as if they had a mind of their own. The melody they were playing was not my own, and yet I felt as if it was engrained on my soul. I closed my eyes and allowed the music to surround me. My heart burst into flames a moment later, when the voice of an angel reached my ears.

The sound was phenomenal. I had never heard a voice with so much passion in all my life. I turned to find the heavenly being that possessed such talent, only to be interrupted by the sound of Kevin Fowler's "100% Texan" blaring in my ears.

My eyes snapped open as I flung my arm out from beneath my covers. My hand groped the nightstand, knocking over my alarm clock before resting on my phone.

"What?" I growled into the mouthpiece. I was greeted by a chuckle on the other end.

"You overslept, Sleeping Beauty. Get your ass to school!" my best friend Jasper replied lazily, his southern twang noticeable but weaker than it used to be.

"What time is it?" I groaned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"It's 7:20a.m., you've got ten minutes."

"Shit!" I quickly snapped my phone shut after earning another chuckle from Jasper.

I threw on a pair of jeans and slid my feet into my vans while yanking a plain black shirt over my head. I threw on my Letterman jacket before grabbing my keys, wallet, and phone and rushing to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth with one hand while using my other to attempt to straighten out my hair. By the time I rinsed out my mouth, the bronze colored locks were still sticking up in every direction, as usual. My usually clear green eyes were bloodshot from a restless sleep, so I opted for my square, black-rimmed glasses as opposed to contacts. The dark frames were a stark contrast to my nearly translucent skin.

I quickly ran down the stairs with my backpack over one shoulder. With no time for breakfast, I grabbed a pop-tart and bottle of water before jumping into my silver Volvo and hauling ass down my driveway. I made it to the school in under six minutes, a personal best.

I pulled into the lot to find my friends saving me a spot. My Volvo slid easily into my usual spot between Alice's canary yellow Porsche and Rose's cherry red M3. I slid out of my car and was greeted by a round of applause as I turned to bow to my friends. Jasper stood there grinning, his dark blue eyes glistening, with his arm draped over his girlfriend Alice's shoulders. Alice also happened to be my twin sister, of course you would never know by looking at us.

Alice is 4'10", a huge difference from my 6'3" frame. She had short, spiky black hair that pointed in every direction, and her dark brown eyes appeared to be black from a distance. Right now they were sparkling in amusement as she shook her head at me in mock disappointment at my tardiness.

Standing next to Alice was Rosalie, the envy of every girl in school, and the desire of every boy. She and Jasper are step-siblings, although they look enough alike to be blood-related. Her honey-blonde hair was only a shade lighter than Jasper's and hung in waves down to the middle of her back, and her light blue eyes stood out from her deeply tanned skin. She had curves in all the right places, and she dressed to accentuate them. She was tall for a girl at 5'10", barely having to tilt her head to look up at her boyfriend Emmett, who had his arm wrapped tight around her waist.

Emmett has the body of a bear and the mind of a four year-old. He was cheering for me and whistling as I made my way over to the group. His dark, curly hair was cut short, and his topaz eyes were shining as he was no doubt thinking of some practical joke he had planned for the first day of school. His jokes never played out, since Rosalie always stepped in to keep him under control, but that never stopped him from enjoying the planning process.

"Glad you could join us, Eddie," Emmett grinned at me.

"It's Edward," I growled back, annoyed with the nickname. Emmett's booming laughter filled the parking lot as we made our way up to the school.

Alice hooked her arm through mine, skipping at my side to match my long strides.

"We got a new girl, Edward! I haven't met her yet, but I can't wait! I just know we're going to be best friends. See you at lunch!" She said all of this in under five seconds before dragging Jasper off to class. He smiled down at the little pixie in adoration, his 6'6" frame making her appear even smaller by his side.

I laughed to myself at my sister's enthusiasm as I waved goodbye to Emmett and Rose and headed to class. I would never understand where Alice's energy came from. It was ironic that she should end up with Jasper, who was always calm and collected. They were polar opposites.

I slipped into my first class after making small talk with a few people in the hall, wanting to know how my summer was and if I was ready for football season. Jasper, Emmett, and I were the stars of the team. I was the leading quarterback, while Jasper was a running-back and Emmett, of course, was a linebacker. We led our team to the State Championships every year, and there was added pressure this year as we were all seniors.

I settled into a seat in the back of the room, and the seats around me quickly filled up with students. I wasn't anti-social, but I definitely didn't ask for the popularity that came with being the star quarterback.

"Hi, Eddie! I missed you!" Lauren Mallory slid into the seat on my left, her nasally voice ringing in my ears as I forced a smile to my face.

"It's Edward, actually," I responded, trying to remain polite. Lauren was the captain of the cheer-leading squad, and she had this ridiculous theory that we were required to date one another. I therefore spent all of my time turning her down as politely as possible, or hiding in the music room when I couldn't take anymore.

I watched in horror as Lauren's best friend and fellow cheerleader, Jessica Stanley, took the seat right in front of her.

"Hi, Eddie! I'm so glad we have a class together!" She twirled her hair in her fingers and leaned over her desk in what I assume was supposed to be a seductive manner as Lauren glared daggers at her.

"It's Edward," I snapped, quickly losing my patience. Both girls giggled then turned to one another, rambling on about school gossip. I tuned them out as I waited for class to start. The teacher finally arrived, and class began.

The rest of the morning was much the same, as classes flew uneventfully. I had all four morning classes with Jessica and Lauren, but thankfully Alice was in my second period trigonometry class and Jasper was in my third period U.S. History class. Fifth period was my free period, so I planned to head to the music room. I have been playing the piano since I was five, and it always helped me vent my feelings and relax.

I approached the door and wrapped my hand around the handle when I froze in my tracks. A beautiful melody floated through the air, and I recognized it immediately as the song form my dream. I pressed my ear against the door and my eyes widened in shock as the angel began to sing.

The voice was even more breathtaking than I remembered, and I immediately felt the urge to throw open the door and find the owner of that voice. I felt as if there was a cord wrapped around my chest, pulling me into the room, begging me to enter.

I gripped the handle and began to pull the door open when my heart shattered. Two things happened simultaneously: Lauren's voice called out from behind me, and the music came to an abrupt stop, no doubt because of Lauren's squeals.

I quickly flung the door open to catch the angel only to find that she had disappeared. I stepped into the music hall to see the empty piano bench. I noticed the side door slowly swinging shut and I sighed in frustration as Lauren pulled on my arm, bring me back to reality.

I shook Lauren off, ignoring her mindless chatter. I tuurned to leave, no longer in the mood to play, when I noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor beneath the piano bench. I crossed the room quickly and knelt down to pick it up. A large grin broke out across my face as I realized what I was holding. On the sheet music in my hands was the angel's song. The lyrics were not written there, but I had already memorized them, so that didn't bother me. The initials 'I.S.' were scrawled on the top of the sheet.

I vaguely remember hearing the door to the music room slam shut as Lauren left, annoyed at my lack of attention to her. I quickly pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper from my backpack and began to hastily write a note.

Dear I.S.,

I was passing by the music room when I heard the most beautiful melody accompanied by the voice of an angel. Would you allow me a private concert perhaps?

Forever yours,

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I debated for awhile on whether or not I should sign my name, before finally deciding to just write my initials. Despite my unofficial title as Forks High Schools most eligible bachelor, I had little experience with women. I had yet to meet my angel, but I was terrified of her rejection, so anonymity seemed like a safer route for now.

I placed the note on the bench seat before heading to the cafeteria. I made my way through the school with a peaceful smile on my face and my angel's voice in my mind.