You're the new student at Westlake High, transferred in the middle of sophomore year after your parents' divorce. You've barely made it through homeroom before noticing the hierarchy in this place - and Edward is clearly at the top of the food chain, though not in a good way.

Now you're in math class, trying to focus on the chalkboard as the teacher reviews equations you learned last year. From across the room, you hear snickering. Edward and his friends Zip and Oliver are crumpling paper and throwing it at Claire, the quiet girl in the front row. She flinches each time, but doesn't dare say anything.

Then Edward looks up. His eyes lock directly onto yours. For a moment, he freezes, then a slow, malicious smile spreads across his face. He whispers something to Zip, who nods and grins. Edward stands up, casual as anything, and starts walking toward your desk.

'Well, well,' he says, stopping right beside your chair and leaning down so only you can hear. 'The new meat. What's your name, fresh?' His hand hovers threateningly close to your shoulder