The first period had barely started, and Ash was already a little disappointed—Bella wasn't in his class.
Edward, however, was.
The bronze-haired boy was waiting outside the maroon brick building, bidding farewell to another eerily beautiful person before they disappeared toward one of the outbuildings. As Ash approached, Edward's gaze snapped to him, sharp and searching, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle he hadn't realized was missing a few pieces.
Ash grinned. "Heya. Looks like we've got history together. That's fun."
Edward didn't respond, his jaw tightening as he turned toward the classroom. Most people at Forks High were easy to deter—he just had to act aloof, and they gave up on talking to him. He was used to being left alone.
Ash, apparently, was not most people.
"Not much of a talker, huh?" The white-haired boy chuckled, then suddenly hesitated, tilting his head as if considering something. "Wait, are you deaf? Have I been a dick to you this whole time?" He even signed his words as he spoke them, his dark blue eyes glimmering with amusement.
Edward nearly rolled his eyes. "Trust that I can hear you loud and clear," he said flatly, hoping his clipped tone would be enough of a deterrent.
It wasn't.
Ash just smiled wider, flashing absurdly perfect teeth. "Gotcha." He gave Edward a thumbs-up before stepping inside.
The moment they entered the classroom, all eyes turned toward them. The shift in atmosphere was almost tangible, the low hum of conversation dipping into stunned silence for a few beats before hushed whispers broke out. Edward was already used to being the center of attention, but next to Ash? The effect was overwhelming.
It was almost too much to look at—Edward's statuesque perfection paired with Ash's striking, otherworldly presence. The contrast between them only made Ash's features stand out more. The students had been buzzing with speculation about him since yesterday, some doubting he was even a student at all. But there he was, smiling like he belonged, completely unbothered by the scrutiny.
The teacher hesitated, clearly uneasy when he saw Edward's reaction to Ash. The staff knew how standoffish the Cullens were—seeing someone attach themselves so easily to one of them was unexpected. Some students even looked at Ash with pity, as if they already knew he wouldn't get anywhere with the enigmatic Cullen boy.
Edward, meanwhile, was silently cursing himself. His usual strategy of sitting alone had backfired spectacularly, because now, the only available seat was next to him.
Great.
Reluctantly, Edward turned his attention to the front of the classroom as Ash slid into the seat beside him.
"You draw a lot of attention to yourself," Ash commented lightly.
Edward didn't look at him.
"I mean, you and those other ridiculously pretty people seem to have everyone's eyes on you. Bella, too."
Edward's grip on his pencil tightened slightly. He remained silent.
There was something deeply unsettling about Ash. His presence, his attitude—his scent. It reminded Edward of Bella's in a way, but there were enough differences to make him uneasy. The biggest similarity?
He couldn't read Ash's mind either.
Carlisle still hadn't given him a real explanation for why Bella's thoughts were closed off to him, and now, there was another silent mind in Forks.
It didn't help that Ash acted like a damn golden retriever. Carefree, playful—but beneath it all, something about him put Edward on edge. There was an unnatural grace to him, a quiet calculation behind the casual charm.
Then, suddenly, something clicked.
Vampire venom was supposed to smell intoxicating to humans and other vampires. But what if what he was smelling from Ash wasn't blood at all—but venom?
No. That didn't make sense.
Edward had seen Ash's bandages stained with blood the day before. A vampire wouldn't be able to bleed like that. Wouldn't be able to get injured at all. Unless…
Unless the injuries were fake.
The pieces didn't quite fit, but the unease wouldn't leave him. Ash had the flawless skin, the striking features, the unnatural presence—but his scent was too strong, too human.
Edward was trying to rationalize it when—
"Hey, if you keep staring at me like that, your girlfriend's gonna get jealous," Ash teased, winking.
Edward stiffened, yanked from his spiraling thoughts. If he could blush, he might have. Frustration coiled in his chest. God, how was this guy so insufferable?
—
They didn't cross paths again until lunch, when Bella casually led Ash to their usual table.
Edward instantly tensed, eyes narrowing slightly as Ash approached.
"You okay?" Bella asked quietly, looking at Edward in confusion. She quickened her steps, keeping her voice low. "I thought you two got along… He said you had first period together."
Edward gave her a pointed look.
Bella frowned.
Ash had no idea what they were whispering about, but he caught Edward's stiff posture and laughed. "Hello again, Edward."
Edward went rigid, his posture resembling stone.
"There are too many eyes on us," he muttered under his breath.
Ash glanced around. Yeah, a lot of people were watching. He didn't really mind.
Edward, however, was done. "We're going to sit with the others."
Before Bella could protest, Edward placed a firm hand on her shoulder, steering her toward the table where the rest of the Cullens were sitting.
Ash didn't follow.
He didn't need to, because almost immediately, a group of popular girls swept in, practically dragging him to their table.
It was an interesting sight—one that stirred some murmurs of disapproval. Some students glared at the Cullens and Bella for the obvious snub, while others sent envious glances toward Ash, who, despite being the new kid, had effortlessly integrated himself with the school's elite.
Bella cast a guilty glance in his direction, hoping to meet his eyes and silently apologize. But Ash had already turned away, his focus now on a girl with coily dark hair—Miranda, a cheerleader.
Bella frowned slightly. She hoped Ash wasn't as shallow as some of the other guys in Forks.
A few tables away, Edward still had his arms crossed tightly, his expression unreadable. His mind was running through too many questions at once.
And he had a feeling the answers weren't going to be ones he liked.
—
After school, Ash lingered in the parking lot, watching as Bella and Edward left together.
Not together together, but still.
He exhaled, shaking his head. Great. Now I feel like a stalker.
Before he could dwell on it, a voice called out. "Hey, Ash!"
Turning, he saw Miranda waving at him.
"Hey," he greeted smoothly. "What's up?"
"We were wondering if you wanted to go to La Push with us tomorrow," she said. "You know, since it's Friday and all."
Ash arched an eyebrow. "The beach on the reservation, right?"
She nodded.
"I'm down. Thanks for the invite."
"Do you need a ride?"
"Nah, I've got one."
Technically true—his motorcycle had been sitting in the garage, untouched since he arrived. He had been walking to school, enjoying the long trek. But maybe it was time to dust off his bike and take it for a spin.
Besides, he had his own reasons for wanting to visit La Push.
He had seen something the night he arrived—something that made his instincts hum with quiet urgency.
His uncle had made it clear that violence wasn't an option.
But Ash had never been very good at following orders.
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Welcome to Part Two of Me Posting Twilight Fanfiction Because I Have a Brain and Absolutely No Self-Control.
(Seriously, I should be doing literally anything else, but here we are.)
BTW, requests are open if you have an idea that also requires a complete and utter lack of self-restraint. I'm your guy. Send them my way, and I'll probably write them instead of doing responsible things like sleeping or hydrating.
Now, let's talk about what really matters: Ash Nightsun.
Low-key obsessed with how Edward is probably sitting in the corner, brooding harder than ever, because Ash looks like he just walked out of some divine realm designed purely for ethereal beings. And the best part? Edward—our local overthinker, professional melodramatic vampire—is convinced Ash must be some new, undiscovered supernatural creature. A siren? A fallen angel? An ancient deity disguised as a high school student? The possibilities are endless, and Edward is spiraling.
Honestly, Twilight is the perfect canon to throw ridiculously attractive people into. Like in book there beauty is too much exaggerated.I mean who knows I have never seen a vampire(coldones) in my life. can't be too sure.
So, yeah. Stay tuned for the next chapter, because things are about to get even more unhinged. Either that, or I'm just very, very sleep-deprived. Probably both.❤️❤️