"Hey babe" Jacob called. I didn't turn around.

Jacob Black was the school jock here at Forks High School. Jacob would hit on me 24/7. He was really annoying when he would, and he would never stop even if I would yell at him, reject him, and kick him. He acted really obnoxious, and always so possessive. This is why I hated Jacob.

Jacob always says "I only have eyes for you" when he's with Lauren, Jessica, and Tanya all the time. It's not like I care anyway. It's better if they keep him distracted.

Lauren, Jessica, and Tanya are the popular girls here. They act like they are in charge of everyone, and everyone excluding three people wait on her hand and foot.

Angela Webber, my best friend agrees with me that they are on the same level as us, only richer. Angela is great. She's nice, loyal, and not the least bit conceited. We both are quiet, and don't like any attention drawn to us. Angela is one of the three who doesn't care for the "popular" girls.

Edward Cullen is the only other person than us that doesn't care for Lauren, Jessica, and Tanya. Edward is the school hottie, but he rejects every girl that flirts with him-which I seem to enjoy quite a bit. Edward is one of the unpopular people because of this. Lauren, Jessica, and Tanya drool over him all the time, but they never admit it to anyone. Girls talk about him saying that he's just a brat and that they are the best he'll ever get even though they really are still drooling over him.

"Don't care" I muttered to myself, and kept walking towards my locker. I really didn't care if Jacob was interested in me.

Jacob walked faster, and grabbed my wrist; yanking me around to face him. I kept my eyes averted from his, and kept my face expression unreadable.

"Jacob, leave me ALONE" I practically yelled at Jacob. A look of pain twisted across his face, but he quickly composed his expression to unreadable. I pulled my wrist free of his grasp, and stalked off toward my locker. I did my best to keep hurt him, and make it obvious that I didn't care for him, but he couldn't get the message.

When I reached my locker I opened it to find an Azalea flower fall the floor. It was a deep crimson, and darkened near the stem. It smelled wonderful, and the aroma spread through the hallway. It was soft, and sent a tingling feeling through my fingers.

I picked it up to find a note attached to the stem. The note was written in beautiful writing that was quite old fashioned. "You will always be special to me." I read out loud.

Every day I would receive many different flowers. Sometimes I would find a daisy in my book, a Delilah in my locker, or a tulip in my backpack.

I never knew how the flower would get there but it always was either signed by "an admirer of beauty" or not signed at all.

I knew it was never from Jacob my stalker because he could never think of something so sweet. I wasn't even sure how my admirer of beauty could accomplish such a task.

My flowers would always put me in a good mood, even after row with Jacob. I smiled, and pulled my books out; shoving them into my heavy backpack.

I was in such a good mood that I didn't even acknowledge the fact that my backpack was so heavy.

I admired the flower as I walked to my truck. I quickly got in, and pulled off my backpack, and set my flower on the dashboard.

That was when I noticed that there was a brand new stereo in my car. A note hung from the volume knob.

"For when you get lonely" the note read. The note was signed by my admirer of beauty. How could he get in my car, let alone my locker? Not that I don't mind getting these flowers.

This guy must be a good lock picker.

I smiled to myself, and drove home glancing at my Azalea every so often.

When I got home my dad, Charlie wasn't home. Charlie Swan is the Chief of police here in Forks. Charlie is loyal to his job, and is there pretty much all day.

I started dinner in high spirits. Just as the pasta was finished I heard Charlie's police cruiser in the driveway.

Charlie hung his gun up, and walked into the kitchen. "Hey, kid" Charlie called cheerfully. "Hey dad"

Charlie sat down, and I set a plate of peas, steak, and pasta in front of him.

"That looks good" Charlie commented before picking up his fork, and digging in.

After dinner I bade goodnight to Charlie, and went to my room with my backpack. I finished all my homework as quickly as possible, and then stole into the bathroom.

I was trying to hurry in my shower, but the hot water was very relaxing, and I felt happier than I had ever been.

When I went back into my room I found myself staring at all the flowers I had collected within all the days that had gone by with my admirer of beauty.

Obviously "admirer of beauty" means that the admirer must be a guy, otherwise they are a gay girl, and if they were then that would be quite disturbing. I had already concluded this and that whoever it was, thought I was beautiful. I highly doubted this, because I am not that pretty.

I sighed.

Every night I would spend hours pondering on who could be my admirer of beauty. I never seemed to figure anything out except, that I would have to look closely at men's writing (or gay girls).

I sighed, again, in defeat and collapsed on my bed and fell into a deep sleep.
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"I think I could make you very happy" I sighed I was getting really annoyed of Jacob's pick up lines. "Why? Are you leaving?" I answered quickly, and headed for my first class; English.

My first two classes went by quickly, and I noticed Edward Cullen glancing as I passed in the hallway. For a moment I considered that he could be my admirer of beauty, but Edward Cullen? Why would the hottest guy at our school do that kind of a sweet thing for me? He probably doesn't even have time for me.

When Angela and I sat down for lunch I quickly looked at everyone at our table. Two boys and one girl were working on homework. The girl had long light brown hair that fell to the small of her back. Her face was pale, and she had beautiful features. I glanced down at her work to find neat writing unlike that beautiful calligraphy of my admirer of beauty. The first of the two boys was tanned, and had a buzz-cut that made him look cute. His writing was messy, and I could tell he had scrawled it as quickly as possible. The other boy had long hair that came to his ear lobe. It was a bright, radiant golden, and he had a pale complexion. His hand quivered as it moved over the page. His writing was neat, but unusual.

The other two were both men. I recognized them as Tyler and Eric. Tyler's hair was short-almost like a buzz cut. He has dark skin, and deep features. Eric has extremely pale skin-almost as pale as mine. His features are unusual, and his dark hair fell to his shoulders. They were joined shortly by Mike; worshiper of Jessica. Mike has short dirty blond hair that is pulled back for the satisfaction of Jessica. He has a slightly tanned face, and he is quite cute. I knew that none of them could pull of what my admirer of beauty could do.

When I turned to the Cullen table I found myself staring at the members.

Alice, the shortest had short pixie-like hair that came to the middle of her neck. She was extremely pale, and had beautiful features.

Jasper, Alice's boyfriend has messy blond hair that falls into his eyes. He is even paler than any of them. After staring at him for a second I found he was quite handsome.

Emmett was the biggest of them all. He has short brown hair, and a strong build. He's probably even bigger than our principle; Mr. Greene.

Rosalie is Emmett's girlfriend. She is probably the most beautiful woman in the world – scratch that – The universe. She has long blond hair, and her features are perfect. She looks like a model, and I bet that she already got quite a few offers.

And then, I looked at Edward. I almost sighed. Edward is single, and every girls dream is to be his girlfriend. Edward's thin lips were pressed together in a tight line keeping his face completely unreadable. His almost grimace didn't affect his beauty. I gazed at his bright green eyes to notice that they were staring at me. I blushed deeply, and turned away trying to look interested in my school book.

I heard a gasp, but I did not look up. "Edward Cullen is staring at you" Angela whispered in my ear. She obviously was quite surprised as I was.

Why was Edward staring at me? My blush deepened when I felt Edward's eyes on my back. But suddenly I felt them turn away-disappear.

I turned to Edward; confused. I could tell he was reluctantly not looking at me. He would steal a few glances, and I felt very awkward during those periods.

When the first bell rang, and I found myself relieved; I didn't enjoy the attention from Edward. I didn't enjoy attention at all.

My last class wasn't very enjoyable. Edward was sitting behind me, and I could tell he was refraining from looking at me for some strange reason. I still didn't understand why he was looking at me altogether.

His head would turn my direction, or he would catch my eye every time possible. I would then blush deeply. He would grimace, and turn away.

I had never really noticed Edward looking at me before. Sure, maybe he would glance at me with what looked like a longing expression, but then he would hastily turn away.

When I got to my locker I opened it to find a salmon pink camellia flower hanging out of one of my books. I lifted it gently, and an envelope fell to the floor.

Bella was written on the cover envelope in my admirer of beauty's beautiful calligraphy. I opened it quickly a bit afraid of what it would bring.

I was surprised to find a beautiful poem-which I had never heard before. My admirer of beauty had sent me another poem, but it had been short, and I never really understood it. It was complicated, and I could tell there were a lot of feelings put in it.

This poem was strong, and full of love, care, admiration, and sincerity.

Bella,

If you were to ask me if I liked you I would say no, because I love you.

If you were to ask me if you ever cross my mind I would say no, because you always are on my mind.

If you were to ask me if I would do anything for you I would say no because I would do everything for you.

If you were to ask me if I would cry if you left I would say no because I would die if you left.

If you were to ask me if I would live for you I would say no. I would die for you.

If you were to ask me to choose between you or my life I would say my life because YOU are my life.

I was almost in tears about this. My admirer of beauty must really love me.

I was desperate to know who it was. I quickly looked around the hallway, and noticed a nerd being beaten up by Jacob, a group of setting up a prank for a teacher, and another group of kids chasing each other around the school. These people didn't look very smart.

The rest of the students were pushing to get out of the school.

I turned a bit to notice Edward leaning against his locker staring at me. He quickly turned to his locker.

"Let go of me" I heard call from behind me. I swerved to see Jacob lifting that nerd I had seen him beating up before.

"Jacob, leave him alone" I said coolly. I pulled the rest of my books in my bag, closed my locker, and swung my bag over my shoulder.

I was clutching the note tightly now. I had gently set the flower inside my book.

Jacob looked up at me. "And why should I?"

"Because she said so" a soft velvety voice appeared behind me.

Jacob looked bewildered as he stared at the source of the velvet voice. I was curious to know who it was, but I knew it would look stupid.

"What business do you have with my Bella?" Jacob roared. My curiosity got the best of me and I glanced over my shoulder to see Edward Cullen standing right behind me; his breathing in my ear.

"Your Bella?" Edward roared back, and I was surprised at how angry he got at Jacob calling me his. It was my job to get mad at him.

"Your Bella?" I repeated angrily. Jacob backed up, dropping the nerd, who hit the floor with a loud thud that echoed through the now quiet hallway. Most people had stopped, and were waiting eagerly for a fight.

Jacob stopped when he bumped into a kid that was snickering. "Wow; Jacob Black backing away from a fight." Jacob grabbed the kid, and threw him across the room.

"C'mon Bella" Jacob teased lightly. "You know you're my Bella." He said more fiercely now.

"No, I'm not" I growled. "There's only one person who can call me theirs." I was thinking of my admirer of beauty. If I ever found them I would stay with them forever.

"Who-Edward" Jacob snarled hunching over as if he was about to attack someone. Edward had moved beside me now. I slid in front of him defensively. "No" I said a bit shakily.

What if Edward someday would call me his? What if Edward was my admirer of beauty? I shook my head as if trying to block these thoughts.

Edward-was-not-my-admirer-of-beauty. Never could be never would be.

I heard Edward growl, a low growl that scared me.

Jacob was about to pouch on Edward, but I moved into the way, and he landed on top of me. I was pushed into a locker, and hit my head on it. I slid to the ground slowly. I started feeling faint, and I spit blood out of my mouth.

"What's going on here?"

I lay on my back, my hair spread in different directions. My legs were bent sideways, and my arms were covering my eyes.

I moved my arms to see Mr. Greene the principle striding towards us. Edward was kneeling down beside me, and Jacob had me pinned to the ground.

Jacob got up immediately, but Mr. Greene had seen enough. "Jacob. My office. Now."

I closed my eyes, and lay there. My entire body hurt too much to move. "Bella" Edward whispered gently in my ear. "Are you alright?"

I couldn't find the strength to nod, but I slowly opened my mouth and managed a small "yes."

"Cullen, get Miss Swan down to the hospital pronto." Mr. Greene commanded, and then strode away.

Edward helped me up gently. Despite how nice he was being at the moment I sneered at him. I still hated Edward. No matter what he said or did could change that.

I was too weak to walk so I had to be carried to Edward's Volvo. He gently laid me down in the passenger chair, and we sped off to the hospital.

I still had my envelope in my hand and my backpack on my back. I pulled my camellia out, and gazed at it.

Edward's eyes fell upon it but he quickly turned his attention to the road.
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Doctor Cullen looked me over, as Edward watched intently. "What's wrong Bella?" Charlie yelled running up to me.

"I'm okay" I mumbled quietly.

Charlie gave Edward a long look, and then turned his attention back to me.

It took a while, with Carlisle's reassuring words, and my "I'm fine's" to convince Charlie that I really was fine.

Charlie drove me home as I examined my camellia. I found it different than all the other flowers I had received. I found it special mostly because of the beautiful note that had been left with it.

"What's that?" Charlie gestured to the flower, and note with his head. "Nothing" I mumbled perfectly satisfied with the silence that was gone now.

"Everything's 'nothing' with you" Charlie noted annoyance in his tone.

It wasn't "nothing" anyway. It was the whole world to me; my admirer, and all his (or gay her's) flowers.

That was when I realized I loved my admirer of beauty.