Chapter 1
BPOV
"Alice, please don't make me do this again," I pleaded, knowing it probably wouldn't work. Refusing her when she put her mind to something was usually just a waste of breath and energy better used for whatever she was dragging you to.
"Come one Bella, don't act like a pouty baby, you love to dance!"
"Loving it and actually being good at it are two very different thing sand you know it!"
Alice was 4 years older than me and teaches dance classes every Tuesday and Friday at the local studio with her partner and best friend Rosalie. She is always dragging me to these classes, and even though I thoroughly enjoy them, my partners usually don't. Most end up going home with some kind of bruise or sprain. My latest victim actually broke a toe.
"And who are you gonna set me up with this time? I don't want to hurt anyone and most of the regulars part like the red sea as soon as I would through the door."
"As a matter of fact, Rosalie is bringing her new boyfriend and since he is a little nervous, he is bringing his little brother too. It will be perfect! Now get dressed and let's go!"
Her cheery but subtly demanding tone told me I wouldn't win this one so I went and grabbed my "dance clothes" which were basically a pair of loose fitting jeans and a faded Disney T-shirt. Ugh! This is gonna be a nightmare. I love Alice, but sometimes I wish she was someone else's sister. How my parents managed to have children who are such opposites is beyond me. Alice is barely 5' ft. tall with spiky black hair, who has to wear a belt to keep her size "0" pants on her skinny little butt. And then there's me. 5'6" with hair that probably looks like something crapped on me as a child. To top it off, I am the most uncoordinated ungraceful person to ever walk on 2 legs (or 4 for that matter). Alice has such a cheerful personality it almost hurt to see her smile all the time. And then there's me again. My parents always told me I was born 35 and got older every year. Oh well, may as well get this ordeal over with. The sooner I get there, the sooner I could leave.
"I'll meet you there Al, I have something I need to take care of first."
"You had better not bail, or so help me…"
"I'll be there!" I cut her off. There is nothing worse than listening to my sister rant and rave like and angry little pixie.
I didn't really have anything to do I just wanted to be able to take my own car so I could make and early escape in case we had to call the ambulance…again (they know me by name at the ER). That and Al drives like a maniac. I left a couple minutes later knowing my 1950's truck would take a bit longer to get to the studio than Al's pretty little 98 mustang. Especially with her driving.
I sighed to the empty cab "This should be fun."
EPOV
"Emmett I can't believe you are making me go to this class with you."
"Why. You are a great dancer. Besides you never know where you're gonna find a cute single girl to talk to," he winked at me.
"Sometimes you can be so impossible, you know that right?" I replied, slightly annoyed. He just can't seem to get it through his thick head that I'm just not interested in dating right now!
"Relax, you'll enjoy it. And if not, at least ill have someone to laugh at."
I ignored him why he insisted we take one car is beyond me. At least if I had my own car I could duck out early. Have you ever gone somewhere where you don't know anyone, and they all act like you are a walking plague? Every time I go somewhere in public people always stare at me like I grew a second head. It got so bad one time I stopped to check if I had underwear or a sock or something stuck to my shirt. It is for this reason I don't normally go out in public. So how Em managed to get me to agree to this is beyond me. Maybe he spiked that soda he gave me earlier.
Its not that I don't enjoy dancing, I do. And I am pretty good at it. Its one of the few things I find relaxing besides laying my piano or listening to my cd's. I just can't ever seem to find a partner that will stop staring long enough to concentrate on the steps.
"We're here," Emmett said breaking into my thoughts.
"Great," I said with sarcastic enthusiasm, "Let's just get this over with."
BPOV
After parking my beast of a truck and managing somehow to run full on into an automatic door, I stumbled my way into the "studio". It was actually a nice facility, it had more of a banquet hall feeling to it. Al said people have used it for weddings birthdays funerals. Pretty much anything you could think of. The walls were a nice beige color and the chandelier hanging from the middle of the 35 ft. slanted ceiling was breathtaking. The windows lining the walls started about 5 ft. off the ground and met the ceiling. As I walked in I spotted my sister talking to Jasper, Rosalie's twin brother and Al's boyfriend of about 2 years now. He was a cool guy. Really laid back. And he always knew just the right thing to say no matter what mood you were in. almost like he could feel what you were feeling. Weird I know, but on the whole he's really nice. As I walked closer to my sister, I saw Rosalie across the room staring at the door as if waiting for something.
"Hey Rose!" I called across the room. It seemed to break her out of her reverie and the grinned at me waving as I made my way over to her.
"So I see Alice managed to drag you along again. What did she say to convince you this time?"
I laughed. "She said she was gonna have you come over in the middle of the night and screw around with my truck so I would have to rely on her to drive me everywhere." I shuddered at the thought and we both laughed. Nothing was worse than Al's driving. I started to say something else, but all of the sudden the entire room went silent. I looked around to see what was going on and that's when I saw it. Or rather Him. Walking through the door of the studio was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.