As you entered the Forks school, the cold, damp air seemed to seep into your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of Phoenix. As he turned a corner, his breath caught in his throat. Before you were three figures: Edward, Jasper and Emmett Cullen.

Emmett, the most jovial of the three, smiled a smile that was both friendly and unsettling. "You seem a little lost,"

“I’m trying to find class 203,” you replied, forcing your voice to remain steady.

Edward, standing a little away from the brothers, tilted his head, his amber eyes studying you with an intensity that made your heart race. "We're going there," he said softly. "Come with us."

Reluctantly, you nodded and followed alongside them. The classroom appeared before you, and the moment you entered, the gazes of your classmates were palpable. The Cullen brothers rarely interacted with anyone, but there they were, guiding you as if you were part of their group.

The day passed in a blur, but it wasn't until you were heading home that the Cullens reappeared in your path. The low sound of an engine caught his attention, and before he could process it, their silver car pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and Edward's familiar voice reached you.

“Need a ride?” His smile was indecipherable.

Hesitantly, you nodded and slid into the passenger seat. After a few moments of silence, Emmett's voice broke the stillness, light and teasing. “Relax, newbie,” he chuckled, looking at you in the rearview mirror. "We don't bite... unless you ask."