Chapter 15: The Good-looking family

Who are they ?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name was Angela Weber. She replied to me shyly. Emma looked also interested in them.

" The muscular guy is Emmett Cullen , the guy who looks like he is in pain is Jasper Hale , the silver haired is Yuri kosko, the smiling black haired is Joseph Pendragon, the last guy is called Edward Cullen." Angela said.

Angela also said " The arrogant looking girl is Rosalie Hale , the cheerful one is Alice Cullen , the last one is Edythe Cullen."

Emma asked " Are they all related? Angela replied No and also said " Joseph's parents adopted Yuri then their parents died in a car accident. 2 years ago they moved to Forks. Everyone else is Dr.Carlisle Cullen's foster kids. The cullen's also moved here 2 years ago from Alaska.

" Everyone but Edward and joseph are a couple there. Is that even legal? " asked Jessica. " Technically they are not related by blood. So, there is no problem." "The most normal among them is Yuri." said Jessica. Cuz he is nice to everyone Angela said shyly.

Emma was staring at Joseph. He was also looking at her. Like they were trying understand each other. Bella took a mental to talk about it. To talk about it with her sister. Because my sister was not the type to stare at anyone. No matter how good-looking he was.

I also noticed that bronze haired Edward was also looking at me form time to time. After lunch break quickly rest of the class past quickly.

The last Biology class was the worst thing happened today. In the biology I sat by Edwards side cuz there was no more sits left in the class.

He stared at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on his face — it was hostile, furious. I looked away quickly, shocked, going red again. I'd noticed that his eyes were black — coal black.

I saw his posture change from the corner of my eye. He was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting his face like he smelled something bad. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair. It smelled like strawberries, the scent of my favorite shampoo. It seemed an innocent enough odor. I let my hair fall over my right shoulder, making a dark curtain between us, and tried to pay attention to the teacher.

He did not said a single word to me the entire class. He left quickly as soon as the finished like he could die any moment.