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Teach Me, Edward
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Type of Edward: Teacher
Character type: IC. Mostly.
Story type: Vampire
POV: Bella
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Disclaimer: All of the "Twilightness" belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Oh, and I haven't written in a LONG time, so I hope you can tolerate this.
"Angela, I am NOT going. Stop wasting your time." Angela Weber, one of my best friends, has been trying to make me experience a "real" party as an official Forks High School-er. I never really went to parties in Phoenix. I just didn't fit into that sort of crowd. Plus I never really drank, besides those boring adult parties Renee (my mom) forced me into going to. Even at those I had absolutely no intentions of getting drunk in front of people twice or three times my age.
"Oh, come ON, Bella! You've been here for months and haven't gone to a single party! Besides, Bella, I bet you could certainly catch a few guys' eyes tonight," she said with an enthused wink. Ugh, I thought she would realize that guys weren't exactly my top priority right now. Plus, she should be glad about all of the attention she gets just from being a gorgeous six-foot tall, honey-colored haired, modelesque girl.
"Ang, even if I did go to Mike Newton's party, it's not like I'm attracted to any guys at our school." Well, there was one guy, but I know if I told her who it was, I'd never hear the end of it. Ever since the first day of my high school experience at Forks, I just couldn't stop thinking about Edward Cullen. Let's just say he might be the most gorgeous, breath-taking, perfect guy I've ever laid eyes on. No one would ever find that out, of course.
Angela rolled her eyes and dragged me upstairs to my room. "We are going to find the perfect outfit for you. Don't you dare protest me, Bella, you need some fun in your life and it's going to start tonight." I tried to open my mouth in protest but she shh-ed me quickly. I might as well go to this stupid party. It would save me another night of having to explain every boring detail of my life to Renee on the phone. When we were in my room, Angela headed straight for my closet. I knew she wouldn't find anything interesting in there. I never had a big fascination in clothes or makeup. Obviously, this was a bigger deal to normal seventeen-year-old girls. I saw her pull out something strikingly blue.
"Wow! You should definitely wear this! It's so cute. When did you get this? I'm not letting you out the door without it on." She held up the dress Renee got me for me Christmas last year. She said some famous designer from Italy made it. Of course, I never wore it. Where would I need to wear something like that? Apparently the embarrassingly short, rather snug-fitted garment was perfectly appropriate for a high school party…
"Are you sure? I feel like I'd be way too overdressed…"
"Bella, you have obviously never been to Mike's parties. His house is HUGE and usually everyone takes the time to look extra nice." I grimaced at the thought of possibly getting any male attention on me tonight… especially the attention of Edward. Sure, every girl in Forks wanted a chance to be Edward in any way, shape, or form. Apparently Edward never took a liking to any girls. He would never want to take a second look at me.
After a few minutes of trying to protest the idea of Angela making me wear heels, we compromised for a pair of metallic silver sandals. I can't even begin to think of how many times I would be falling in heels considering that I'm one of the clumsiest people I know. I'll have to say this though; Angela is a really good hair stylist. I've always tried to create those perfect glamorous waves that look great on any celebrity and always failed. Angela me look like I could be in some Pantene Pro-V commercial. I know I didn't look half as attractive as my beautiful friend, but that would just take more attention off of me-, which was a good thing.
As we pulled up to the ridiculously huge house, almost resembling a castle, I started to feel the chunks rise. "Um, Bells? Are you okay? You don't look so good, and you haven't even been drinking." I took note to her giggle at the end. I knew I wasn't going to be sick, that is, until I saw something ultimately sickening. Sickening wasn't the right word, but I felt my nervousness waiting to tear my stomach open. I saw his silver car. His silver car. I can't tell you how many times I've stayed in my car after school just to watch my eye candy leave the parking lot. A little creepy, I guess. I really thought the Cullens wouldn't be interested in juvenile events like these. They seemed way too prestige.
"Bella, if you're really going to be sick then I'll take you home right now. Bella?" Angela stared at me with worried eyes. My instincts told me to take that offer and go straight home. I then thought about Angela. She had always asked me to hang out with her and I've always turned her down. I don't really know how annoying that could be to someone. I figured, since she spent so much time on me I should at least stop in. I could always call my friend Jacob to come pick me up if I really couldn't stand it.
"I-I guess I'm okay. I'm just nervous, you know? First party at Forks and all…" I tried to sound relatively normal. It seemed to work. She gave me a big smile and hugged me a little too enthusiastically and got out of her cute sports car. I slowly pulled the handle and tried to get out of the car without falling on my face.
Looking around, I noticed there were probably at least thirty cars in sight. Multiply that by all of the people who carpooled… ugh, this is going to suck. Angela had to pull my wrist to get me into the house. As soon as we stepped inside I was greeted by a way too excited (possibly drunk?) Mike.
"Bella! I didn't think you would come!" Another hug.
"Wow, you look great! Can I get you something to drink?" I tried hard not to blush at his compliment. For some reason I felt sort of embarrassed to be seen holding a drink. I looked over at Angela and saw her already taking shots of something with my other friend Jessica.
"Um, I think I'll just have a soda for now, thanks" I wasn't completely sure, but it looked like I somehow hurt Mike's feelings with that comment. I really don't think I'll be here for too long. I didn't want to be pressured into joining one of Angela's fiascos with alcohol so I wandered around the house for a room that wasn't so damn loud. There seemed to be nice secluded room near the back of the house. Even though it looked like this room was just for decoration purposes and was rarely used, it made me feel a lot calmer. The walls were painted light blue, almost white, and it was accented with tan leather furniture. It felt like I was at the beach. I sat down on the loveseat and tried closing my eyes. I pictured myself lying down in the sand under a palm tree. I imagined looking over at this impeccably beautiful man next to me. He would flash me his gorgeous smile and I'd melt right into the ocean. I would be able to run my fingers through his messy bronze-colored hair. He wouldn't object to me touching his perfectly sculpted bare chest. Oh, how I imagine touching much much more than that-
"Passed out already?" I thought about moments when I would type a bunch of random letters really fast when talking to someone online. The random letters are the best way I could describe my reaction. I tried to catch my breath and focus on who was now sitting next to me. Quite close to me, indeed.
"Ha ha uhhh, yeah- I mean no! I mean- I wasn't even drinking." Wow. How awkward can I get? I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I'm making a total ass out of myself in front of Edward Cullen. He found my total nerdiness funny and was laughing quietly. Oh, God, he is so gorgeous. Why was he even talking to me anyway? Did everyone assume I was the passed out loser at the party? I felt my heart flutter as he composed himself and I watched those perfectly shaped lips part as he spoke.
"Well I noticed you looked rather uncomfortable when you were wandering around the house," (he noticed me?!) I tried to not let my jaw drop. Even though Angela dolled me up, I didn't think I'd have Edward looking at me… following me around. Oh, he must have just wanted to see for himself how awkwardly out of place I was here.
"Oh, yeah. Well um, I guess I'm just not cut out for this type of environment." I shrugged my shoulders and let out an awkward laugh. I saw him raise his brow as if he was thinking about something specifically. It's amazing how every inch of movement could look so perfect on a person. It wouldn't matter one bit to me if he never said another word. Just having this awkward conversation would last me a lifetime of pleasure.
"Well, I know you came here with your friend and everything… I was just wondering if you might want to come to a different kind of party. My sister, Alice, is having a small dinner- well not quite dinner- party at our house. It's nothing exciting, but I don't really have a date. Would you possibly like to be my date?" Um, okay. I think I just had my first heart attack at only seventeen. What just happened? Edward, man of my dreams, my fantasies, just asked me to be his "date" for the night. Did he really just ask me to come to his house? Oh, Edward, you didn't even have to ask. Deep breaths, Bella.
"Oh, actually that sounds great. I didn't want to stay here for too long anyway. I'm sure Angela won't even notice my absence anyway." I tried to be very casual sounding. For some reason, I felt like he could hear my heart beating like a racehorse.
I could feel the stares of every pair of eyes burning through the back of my head as I followed Edward though the path of people. I spotted Angela across the room and mouthed 'call me tomorrow,' and hurried out the door. I don't know why I didn't bring some sort of a jacket. It's already November. Angela told me earlier that it wasn't as attractive for girls to cover themselves up when they worked so hard on dressing up. I tried to stop my teeth from chattering. Before I could even register Edward turning around, I felt him wrap his not-so-warm jacket around my shoulders. I smiled up at him to say thanks.
"Don't worry about giving that back, I've got plenty of jackets to go around," he said with a chuckle. I believed him on that statement. Even though Mike's house was pretty startling, I heard rumors that the Cullens' house was equally huge, if not, huger. I'd assume anyone with that much money would have plenty of jackets.
He held the door to his silver Volvo and I stepped in, trying not to pull a Britney Spears and show him my stuff- although if he asked me to, I'd probably do it in a heartbeat. In just a few seconds we were going incredibly fast down the main streets. Even though I'd normally be freaking out at how fast we were going, I couldn't stop thinking about how this night would play out. Was I just going to make a fool out of myself in front of his whole family? I doubt he'd want me there for any other reason than just good company. I definitely won't be getting my hopes up for anything more than that.
I had barely noticed that we arrived to his house. Okay, house isn't the right word… Mansion was probably better. Screw Mike Newton's house. The Cullens took the cake.
"Uh, Bella. Are you getting out of the car?" Oh, how I love my name said in such an angelic voice.
"Oh, yeah, sorry." Almost tripping, I got out of his car and straightened my dress, hoping I didn't look ridiculous.
"By the way… you look especially lovely tonight, Bella." There's that smile again. Ugh, why did I have to blush? He must need glasses or something.
"Ha, well thank you, Edward," Did my voice really just crack? Come on, Bella. "You look really good yourself." I did the awkward giggle again. He gave me an irresistible crooked smile. That was almost unfair.
I followed the beautiful sex god into his unbelievable mansion. The nerves were twisting my intestines again but I tried my best to seem as calm as possible. I stepped inside, expecting many beautiful people in impressive attire eating a fancy dinner and sipping on wine. All I saw was a massive house with no one inside of it.
"Where is everyone?" I asked him, feeling confused. Not that I wouldn't mind being anywhere alone with Edward.
He picked up a small note placed on a coffee table. "Edward- All of us decided to end the boring 'dinner' party and start our camping trip early. We know that you've got plans of your own, so we'll all see you in a couple days. With much love, Alice and the family. Oh, and I left you some wine." He set the note back down on the table and was shaking his head while laughing silently. I'm guessing there was some sort of inside joke I was missing out on. Then realization hit me. Was Edward going to take me home? Maybe we'd stay here at his house… together. No, I shouldn't make assumptions.
"Well, I'm still up for a little bit of partying, how about you?" He gave me his dashing crooked smile and held up the wine bottle with a bow tied on it. If Edward wanted to drink wine with me, Edward would get his wish without question. I agreed with him as he held out his hand for me to hold. I slowly cupped it against my own. His skin was cold to the touch, but it immediately ran a jolt of warmth through my veins. I can't believe we're touching. It's only hand holding but do I care?
He led me up the curving set of stairs. Upstairs? Aren't bedrooms usually upstairs? I hope my palms weren't starting to get sweaty. I know my cheeks were already embarrassing me. He led me to the last room of the long hallway. My heart was about to explode. He opened the dark wooden door and we entered what I would assume his bedroom. The first thing that caught my eyes was the huge black bed in the center of the room.
"Do you want to sit down?"
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