A/N: So basically all the background you need is that this takes place right after Edward leaves. Between the pages that just say "September, October, November, December, January, February". My thought process was if Bella can have a friend to help pull through, why not Edward? Please review it will make my day. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. This goes for all the chapters.

Preface

EPOV

"That's it, Edward! I'm sick of this!" Alice could have just thought the complaint but she thought it wouldn't have conveyed the same emotion as when she said it out loud.

"What now, Alice?" Even to me, my voice sounded dead.

"You made us move here; you made us leave Bella. My best friend, Edward. And here you sit, in the same spot you have been ever since we left."

"I hunt."

"Only when you absolutely can't stand it anymore- that doesn't count. By the way, you weren't the only one who lost her, Edward. We hurt just as much as you do. The only difference is we still have to go to work and school. We still have to pretend like we're not in pain. Why are you so special? Why do you get to mope around all day, while we have to go on with our lives?" She was breathing heavily from her little rant. Not that she needed the air; it was just for dramatic emphasis.

I could only look up at her; I didn't have the strength to speak. Even if I had, I wouldn't have known what to say.

"You're going out tonight. Our school is having a dance." She looked at me like I was supposed to know what that means.

"I don't even know where your school is." Having never been there myself. No one in this town knew I exist. Which was probably best.

" I will give you a car, clothes, and directions. Don't even try to refuse me, you owe me too much. You. Are. Going. Period. Understand? Excellent."

Something about her expression told me, I shouldn't protest.

A/N: I own all unrecognizable characters and other stuff. Stephenie Meyer owns the rest.

Chapter 1- The Dance

EPOV

I don't know why I am here. I can't think of one viable reason I came here tonight, other than the threat of Alice's wrath had I objected. I hate most school dances. It was Christmas Eve, which made it even worse. The end of the year was only a reminder that I am to spend yet another year as a 17-year-old. Correction, I hate all school dances. 'That's just because you have no one to dance with.' The little demon in my mind chose to remind me, causing the hole in my unbeating heart to open yet again.

I looked at the humans dancing around me, uninterested, as the song changed. 'Lips of an Angel' by Hinder. The teenagers of this era have the strangest taste in music. But, oddly enough, I knew this song. My eyes focused on one human in particular as the song started. There was nothing extraordinary about this girl. Even with her back turned to me, the only thing I found vaguely interesting was how she moved. She danced so effortlessly; she looked as if she could do this routine in her sleep.

I read the minds of those on the opposite side of the room, to see her front. Her chest and ribcage moved opposite of her hips, creating the illusion that she had no bones. All of a sudden, I was hit by a sense of déjá vu. This girl reminded me of … of Bella. A wave of pain hit me as I thought her name. But, this girl looked nothing like her. This girl had brown hair, far shorter than hers had been, with a more reddish tint. She was about Bella's height, maybe a little shorter. But this girl was much more muscular than Bella could ever hope to be, Bella's lack of balance made it a little difficult for her to play sports of any sort. I could see the muscles in her legs working to complete the steps of her dance. It was then that I looked into her eyes. I hadn't noticed that I had circled the gym whilst staring at this girl. Her eyes were the color of dark coffee, with black rings around the outsides. They still had a sparkle in them even though they were very nearly black.

I tried to pick her mind for a name or some useful information. I was met with a response, 'Knock it off, Edward. Get out of my head!' I was so stunned. No one has ever talked back to me before. This is new.

Chapter 2- The Meeting

EPOV

It was then I realized what she had said. 'Knock it off, Edward.' How did this girl know my name? The song was ending now, I decided to act as if nothing had happened; perhaps this mystery will be revealed in time.

Everyone applauded as the song sang it's final note. The girl gave a modest bow and quickly and gracefully moved back to where a group of girls were standing. I came upon them so quietly no one heard me.

"Nice dancing." Everyone jumped at the sound of my voice. Everyone except the girl I wanted to talk to. She seemed to know I was there the whole time. She shot a look at her friends and they all seemed to disappear with inhuman speed.

"Thank you. And that was just free styling." She had a voice soft and sweet like honey and a smile to match. She had a beautiful accent. I couldn't quite place it though, Eastern European, I think. She caught me staring and looked away, embarrassed.

"Really? I'm Edward Cullen, by the way." Not thinking, I extended my hand to shake hers, I started to pull back because most humans, actually, all humans, save for one, are startled by the feel of our cold skin. Before I could even move she grabbed my hand tight and says "Angela, Angela Catalano. But, you can call me Angel." Her hand didn't feel as warm as I expected it to. She was close to the same temperature as me. Who is this girl? She didn't smell like a vampire but she certainly looked like one. The pale, cold skin; the lavender patches under her eyes; the inhuman beauty. All except her eyes, they were still deep brown-black. Not like a thirsty vampire black but a human black.

I stared at her, shocked. "What are you?"

"Later, Edward." She winked at me and started to walk away. She looked back sideways at me. "You comin'?"

We walked out to the parking lot. Angel turned and looked at me.

"Wanna go get something to eat?"