I'm only human.

Jacob: You could still wear it if you want, it just might be overkill. Might smell good though. Like coconuts or something. I just did a little bit. My dad took point on most of it.

The tiniest part of Edward’s brain, the only part not diligently working to figure out the best method of killing her without having to possibly wipe out the entirety of Forks High School, felt bad for the poor girl when she started sniffing herself. But there was no way he could tell he how her scent was only offensive because of how appealing it really was. And then she actually started talking to him, making it harder to simply ignore her since he was actually a little curious about why he couldn’t read her mind. Plus he knew that even if he didn’t actually kill her, Charlisle and Esme would still be ashamed of him for being rude to a new and probably already frightened teenaged girl. “I’m fine.” He ground out through his teeth, taking his hand down from his nose as he chose to just stop breathing and think of everything but murder. “I just had to sneeze. It’s gone now.” It wasn’t the most convincing lie, but he delivered it with enough smoothness that if Bella was actually as empty headed as the mental silence from her would lead him to believe, it should’ve come off as fairly convincing.

Though she should have been paying attention to the lecture in front of her, Bella couldn’t stop worrying about this boy. Sure, he was dumb attractive and had the coolest colored eyes she’d ever seen, but other than that, there was no good reason she should have been so preoccupied with his wellbeing, especially since he admitted (in a rather strangled way, she might add) that it was just a sneeze. “Oh. Okay, pretty powerful sneeze,” she tried to joke, though neither of them were laughing at this point. Bella opened her notebook to start taking notes before realizing she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Bella, by the way,” she whispered over her shoulder, sending the boy a small smile. “Guess we’re partners for the whole year.” Unless this was one of those teachers that switched the seating chart around halfway through the year to spice things up or whatever. 

Scrolling lazily through an article on rare Hawaiian snails being released into the wild and purposely ignoring the new bit curiously silent-brained student entering the classroom, Edward was in no way prepared for the sudden assault from the most appealing scent he’d ever encountered in all his years of being a vampire. Covering his nose with his hands, as if it would somehow take the memory of her scent away with his ability to actively smell her, Edward frowned and nodded his head. He didn’t dare open his mouth to actually tell her about the open window in the back of the room since he couldn’t guarantee that his mouth wouldn’t end up closing around her throat.

Furrowing her brow, Bella wondered what could possibly be going on with this guy. He seemed to be smelling something awful, judging by the way he covered his nose. Instantly, she assumed it must have been her. He’d been fairly normal-seeming before she sat next to him. Discretely, she turned her head and smelled her armpit to be sure it wasn’t BO. Or maybe he was allergic to her deoderant or shampoo or something -- or hey, her mom was pretty sensitive to Tide washing detergent. Maybe it was one of those situations. “Are you...okay?” she whispered, as the lecture was starting and the teacher started going over the syllabus. “Sorry, I know my detergent is kind of strong. Charlie Swan loves Tide,” she rolled her eyes, hoping that name-dropping her father might make him a little more comfortable around her. ‘Hey, my dad protects this town from criminals, there’s no way you should let my apparently-terrible odor hinder our chance at  a great biology partnership’. That sort of thing. 

Jacob: Hey! Don't knock the rain! Better wet than crazy dry. Thanks to my dad and me! You don't think he could've fixed that up all by himself do you? (;

Jacob: Duuuuuude! I can't believe you're back in Forks!

Jacob: You gotta come down to La Push sometime.

Jacob: If you want to I mean you don't have to.