Author's Note: Something that's been rolling around in my head for a few days. Sorry it isn't a MIAIS update, but it was just there trying to get out. Expect to see a bunch of new stories from me in the immediate future, like within two weeks there should be about two one-shots and another multi-chap up. I'm working on being validated on Twilighted so that's taking too much time. Oh, and I have a contest I'm hosting called Bathed In Black. It's a Jacob contest. Hit up my profile to get all the deets.

Well enough about me, let me know if you want more of this. I have a lot more ideas for it, but I'm not sure of the structure I want to update. Enjoy.

~Tay

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I just like them human.

It's the last class of the day, the first day of the school year.

She's wearing a green sweater today. She must be in a bad mood.

It's ugly on her, but she still looks good. It's too big and baggy; the sleeves are bunched up at her elbows.

I think she's doodling something instead of taking notes, like we're supposed to be doing. I can tell because her other hand is twirling a chunk of her long, dark brown hair. She always does that when she's not paying attention. I know this because I'd gotten to know her really well last year, even though she doesn't know me at all. Well, not so much gotten to know her as much as I had just…watched her.

Now I feel like a stupid stalker or something. At least it was only at school…and the hand full of times I saw her around town. She didn't see me though. So yea, I really feel like a creepy stalker.

I sigh and get back to taking notes because I'm supposed to. The teacher's talking about cells or something. It's boring and I want to look at her again, so I do.

I want to groan. She's biting on the end of her pen. It's really hot in here suddenly.

And now I'm sporting a chubby. It's my third one of the day.

Six classes and she's in half of them.

I've cursed this town for tons of reasons – being too small, never having anything cool going on, for having such a stupid name – but I think the being too small thing is the worst, in this case anyway. If it weren't so fucking small, she wouldn't be every where I turn.

I think I understand that "a blessing and a curse" statement more now.

It's going to be a long fucking year, and it's only the beginning.

**!~!**

She must be feeling grown up today; she's wearing her red blouse with tight jeans. Her hair's even in a severe ponytail. From this angle I can tell she has some eyeliner and a bit of mascara on too.

Yea, she's all business. I wonder what's changed since yesterday; why she's so Gung Ho today.

The blackboard says we'll have a quiz on this material next Friday.

I should tell her she doesn't need to worry, she'll do fine.

I should tell her she's smarter than she realizes.

While I'm at it, I should tell her she doesn't need to wear make-up either; she's pretty without it.

Her brown eyes catch mine and I immediately drop my head to my worksheet.

I feel like she just read my thoughts. I can feel warmth creep up my cheeks. This is embarrassing…

…but not as embarrassing as what is happening in my pants right now…

I raise my hand to get the teacher's attention.

"Yes?" At least he doesn't sound pissed off.

"May I go to the bathroom?" My voice wants to crack, but I work hard to keep it under control. I'm a senior this year, eighteen years old; I refuse to sound like a preteen dweeb, even if I'm dangerously close to coming in my pants from a girl looking at me.

She's not just a girl though; she's the girl: Bella Swan.

My blood starts pounding and I feel like a pussy. It's even worse now that I can feel a flush creeping over my face again. I must have a lot of blood because my pants situation isn't getting any better with my blood re-dispersing.

The teacher looks like he's not going to let me go. He's obviously more annoyed than I thought. He finally relents a second later though. My hand is still raised and I feel like an idiot. I stealthily cover bringing it down by coughing and stand to leave.

I brush past the teacher, taking all of my stuff with me. I might be in there for a while and we don't have that long left until the final bell anyway.

Plus, I need my books to cover my issue.

"Make sure you're back to pick up the homework assignment, Mr. Whitlock."

"Whatever." I say it loud enough for the class to hear as I exit because I'm a guy and I'm supposed to be nonchalant and cool.

I feel like a pussy the entire time I rub one out in the boys bathroom stall.

Yea, it's going to be a long fucking year.

A/N: Are you intrigued? I'd love to hear what you think, blue review button please!

~Tay