For days, I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept wandering back to those piercing eyes, the unnerving sense of calm and power that seemed to emanate from him. My classmates seemed to know him, but they spoke of him in hushed tones, with a mixture of awe and fear.

But it was on my first day of school, as I walked down the hallway, that I saw him. He was sitting in biology class, looking impossibly handsome and out of place among the usual high school chaos. There was something peculiar about him, something that drew me in like a magnet. His eyes seemed to gleam in the fluorescent lighting, an unnatural brightness that made my heart skip a beat.

As the days turned into weeks, my fascination with Edward Cullen only grew. I couldn't explain it, but I felt drawn to him, to the mystery and the danger that seemed to lurk beneath his polished surface.

He offered a slight, enigmatic smile. "I'm not very good at it," he said.

Edward Cullen.