All Credits Belong To Stephenie Meyer

Edward POV

EClassics: Hey.

No answer. This is stupid. I don't understand why Alice was so worked up about this new website. I won't lie when I say that I was mildly interested in this thing or whatever. I had built this ivory statue called 'The Edward Cullen'. I was in the cool group. Cool people don't listen to classical music. Cool people do not play emotional. I'm not saying that I never promoted it or anything but I want someone out there to know who I really am. Although this kind of way sounded desperate and I do not wish to admit but kind of twisted. Talking about wishes, I wish I knew who I'd been paired up with.

EClassics: Are you there?

No response from the stranger. At least...this site was anonymous.

OnTheEdge: Hey.

'OnTheEdge?' That's so weird. But considering my 'issues', I shouldn't be the one to judge.

EClassics: What are you doing?

OnTheEdge: Nothing of consequence.

EClassics: Cryptic much?

OnTheEdge: Very.

EClassics: Well. At least tell me if you're a guy or a girl?

OnTheEdge: Girl.

EClassics: I'm a guy.

OnTheEdge: I didn't ask you to tell me that.

EClassics: Most people would want to know who in school they're talking to.

OnTheEdge: I'm not 'most' people.

EClassics: Figures. Are you even into talking with random people?

OnTheEdge: On the contrary, I am not into talking at all. And this is my first time talking to anyone outside my personal space.

EClassics: Guess, I am special.

OnTheEdge: Hmm.

EClassics: What brings you here?

OnTheEdge: Nothing of consequence.

Seemed like a common tagline for her.

EClassics: You're quite cryptic, you know that?

OnTheEdge: Why did you eat breakfast in the morning?

She had me there.

EClassics: Good point.

OnTheEdge: Not everything has a reason, you know that?

I decided to change the subject.

EClassics: What can you guess about me?

OnTheEdge: What if I don't want to guess anything about you?

EClassics: I'm gonna log off if you don't want to talk anything worthwhile.

OnTheEdge: Do it.

I stared at the screen. I should log off. I would've if she hadn't piqued my interest.

EClassics: You're very cruel, you know?

OnTheEdge: Not. I take it you like some sort of classic. Should I guess what?

EClassics: Thought you didn't want to guess.

OnTheEdge: Looked like you wanted me to.

Uh. Oh.

OnTheEdge: Gotcha.

Damn! She's good at arguments.

EClassics: Ok. You got me. I like classical music very much.

OnTheEdge: That's nice. Ever heard of Debussy?

SHE KNEW DEBUSSY? THERE WAS A GIRL IN MY SCHOOL. NOT JUST ANY GIRL. A LIVING. BREATHING. GIRL. A GIRL WHO KNEW WHO DEBUSSY WAS!

EClassics: I love Debussy. You listen to classical?

OnTheEdge: Yes. My favourite happens to be Clair De Lune.

Marry me? No. That wouldn't sound so polite. Calm down Edward! Let's not be hasty. You do not want to creep this miracle out.

EClassics: No way. That's my favorite too.

We might have some things in common. Also. I had made a discovery. THERE IS A PERSON OUT THERE WHO DOES NOT THINK OF CLASSICAL MUSIC AS LAME!

EClassics: What's with your name?

That question was totally random. Oh my god. Jessica was getting to me. I shivered at the thought. I would have to do something about that.

OnTheEdge: Let's just say I'm messed up.

EClassics: Not for me. I wish I knew who you were. Never met someone who thought Debussy is cool.

OnTheEdge: It doesn't matter what people think. Not our reputation. Not our money. Not how you look. But you are nothing if you pretend to be someone you're not.

SHUT UP! But I didn't text her those two words. I knew she was right. And maybe because I wanted to be truthful to at least one person in my life apart from Alice.

EClassics: I just don't want to be bullied. How is your life messed up?

OnTheEdge: I am completely and irrevocably in love with my bully.

I raised my eyebrows. Didn't expect 'that'. Guess marriage was off the table. She was in love with her bully? Her bully of all people? Suddenly, I wasn't so sure if this discovery had a working head on her shoulders.

EClassics: Your bully?

EClassics: Tell me you're joking.

OnTheEdge: Not.

EClassics: Let me get this straight. You. Are. In. Love. With. Your. Bully.

I waited for a response.

OnTheEdge: Yes. But it's not like that.

EClassics: Explain please.

She takes some time to send a reply.

OnTheEdge: Well. I look at him and...he looks at me with his head down continuously looking back to his other friends. I know he doesn't want to but he just does. And even though the hesitation I see in his eyes lasts for only seconds, I know that he is good. And I feel sorry for him. I don't think it feels good to hurt someone that one doesn't even know and with such a frail heart. I want to wait till he realizes that his 'pretense' won't do him any good but I'm afraid that day might not come. I hope for the best but I can't help but expect the worst. I don't even know that I'll be there if it comes but I want to be.

I felt my chest tighten as I read the message. That was like me. But on the other side. Although I'd never hurt a girl but I had hurt some people I didn't even know. Especially Sebastian Monroe. I didn't want to but I still did. I did it because I didn't want to hurt my reputation. And because my so called friends expected me to. He hadn't done anything to me. But I still hurt him. I wished I could apologize to him. To tell him how sorry I was but I couldn't. I was a coward. Who knows? Perhaps we could have even been friends.

EClassics: Do you think he would love you too if he knew?

I waited for an answer.

OnTheEdge: No. I'm not good enough for him. I wish I was. I am just an insignificant person. Just another paperclip in his box. But when I look at him, I know that no one is there for him. All I want is to save him. From everything that conspires against him. But I don't have the courage.

EClassics: You're not insignificant. And when he does come to his senses, and he doesn't realize what he's missing then he's nothing but crazy.

OnTheEdge: That's nice of you to say.

EClassics: What is your name?

I waited for her answer patiently.

OnTheEdge: You can call me Marie. It's not my real name.

EClassics: Should I tell you my name?

I was teasing her now.

OnTheEdge: Yes but not your real name.

EClassics: Okay. Call me Anthony.

OnTheEdge: Okay.

EClassics: Okay Marie.

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