It was your first day at Forks High, and the hours had flown by. You’d managed to make a few acquaintances, maybe even started forming a potential friend group. The final class on your schedule was Biology.

As you entered the room, the teacher greeted you with a smile and handed you a small stack of books before directing you to your seat. It was beside him.

He was strikingly beautiful, almost unnaturally so—Edward Cullen. His presence was magnetic, yet unsettling. As soon as you sat down, he turned slightly away, one hand covering his nose like a shield, as though he couldn’t bear to be too close to you.

The action stung. Do I smell? you wondered, glancing down at yourself in embarrassment.

Throughout the class, you could feel his dark, intense eyes fixed on you, as if he were trying to solve a puzzle only he could see. The distance he kept didn’t help; it made him seem even more enigmatic—and left you with more questions than answers.