Love At First Sight

Chapter 2

I threw down a quick bowl of cereal and some orange juice from the carton. I felt excited to go to school, and that scared me.

I knew it wasn't the stimulating learning environment I was anticipating, or seeing my new set of friends. To be honest, I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Edward.

I should be avoiding him entirely after my brainless and embarrassing babbling over the past few weeks, the sexual fantasies and the erotic dreams I've been having, but none of that could dampen my enthusiasm. Since we both knew the material in Biology, we spent most of the hour talking and getting to know each other's likes and dislikes. It's like playing 20 questions. He wants to know every mindless detail.

I remember thinking that my league and his league were spheres that did not touch, but he didn't seem to care so why should I. I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with him from the first day. I love everything about him - his voice, his face, even his smell. The more we talk and spend time together, the stronger the bond between us gets.

We sneaked kisses, and I could feel them getting more intense. My knees would get weak, and I'd get this aching feeling in my core. I know he feels the same because of the hungry look in his eyes and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach at those times. I seem to be in a constant state of arousal. This is the happiest I've been, but there is something mysterious about him. I don't want to push, but I wish I knew what was bothering him.

It was snowing, but I managed to get to school without mishap. After I got out of the truck, I noticed that Charlie had gotten up who knows how early to put snow chains on my truck. My throat suddenly felt tight. I wasn't used to being taken care of, and Charlie's unspoken concern caught me by surprise. I was standing by the back corner of the truck, struggling to fight back the sudden wave of emotion the snow chains had brought on, when I heard an odd sound. It was a high-pitched screech, and it was fast becoming painfully loud. I looked up, startled.

I saw several things simultaneously. Nothing was moving in slow motion, the way it does in the movies. Instead, the adrenaline rush seemed to make my brain work much faster, and I was able to absorb in clear detail several things at once.

Edward was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror. His face stood out from a sea of faces that were all frozen in the same mask of shock.

But of more immediate importance was the dark blue van that was skidding, tires locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across the ice of the parking lot. It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing between them. I didn't even have time to close my eyes.

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me hard but, not from the direction I was expecting. My head cracked against the icy blacktop, and I felt something solid and cold pinning me to the ground. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands forming a protective cage around me.

Once the van stopped, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist pressing me to his chest. I was sitting on the cold, wet ground, but it didn't matter. All I could feel was the electricity between us. I could feel his breath on my face. My heart was pounding; not from the near death experience but from the feel and smell of Edward. He was close enough to kiss, but before I could make a move, I heard the commotion from the other students in the parking lot. Then the EMT showed up to take me to the hospital.

After I had seen the doctor, who happened to be Edward's father, I was allowed to leave. Charlie took me home, and I told him to go back to work because I was going to take a nap. I wanted to process everything I'd seen in the parking lot. If I figured this out, I would be one step closer to solving the mystery that was Edward Cullen. After a hot shower, I changed into my pajama. As I was getting ready to climb into bed, I heard the doorbell. I went downstairs wondering who it could be. It was Edward looking like a disheveled angel.