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Bella's POV

Chapter 2: And I Thought I had Anger Issues

I walked through the threshold of my favorite dance studio, 'Jane's School of Dance', and said hello to the receptionist, Rebecca. She grinned and told me good luck. Miranda gave me a warning look, but I just rolled my eyes at her and rushed off to class. Prepare for pain and humor, I thought to myself as I saw my best friend.

"Bella! I haven't seen you in a million years! Come here!" Jacob Black screamed at me as he ran and started suffocating me. I struggled fiercely to get out of his embrace, but it's pretty hard when you're a hundred pounds going up against three hundred pounds of pure muscle. I wheezed and punched his chest, but he still didn't get the memo.

"Bella . . . Is . . . Dead," I finally pronounced to him, barely able to comprehend my own words, but he still understood. I saw the regret on his face as he reluctantly pulled back from our clinch and apologized. I smiled softly at him, and motioned for him to follow me into the main dance room. When we entered the room he pulled out the boom box from the closet, and set it on the far side of the wall.

Jacob's mom used to work here in her high school days, so Jacob automatically got the job as a handyman for the studio. He basically fixed anything that broke, and lifted anything that needed to be moved. That's part of the reason we see each other every day; the other part is that we're best friends. Ever since we met each other when we were little, we've been inseparable.

I quickly stretched with the rest of the class (most of them were in college or just out of high school). Afterwards, we started practicing pirouettes, arabesques, and assembles. After the ballet class I had an en Pointe class, which didn't take long. After class was over, I changed back into my normal clothes. I said goodbye to Jake and ran down the block to Forks High School.

On the way, I stopped at a diner and grabbed some dinner. The food wasn't delectable, but it also wasn't horrible. I gave the waitress a good tip and paid the check. I hurried out of the restaurant, and rushed to the school.

I pulled my car keys out of my pocket, and jogged across the parking lot to my rusty old car. Though, of course I knew I couldn't last a day without falling on my face more than three times. So, being me, I tripped and fell on the wet concrete. I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt and saw what I had coming to me. Blood.

I yanked back down the cuffs of my shirt, and tried not to throw up. All the sudden, I heard a booming noise coming from inside the school. I glanced up at it, and was very shocked at what I saw. Bright lights were flashing inside, and I swear, I almost hit myself in the head for my stupidity.

Some gang probably broke into the school and was throwing a party. I scrambled to my feet, and glanced nervously at the school. What if someone saw me, and . . . Mugged me or something? I took a deep breath and was about to make a break for my car, when I saw familiar face. A face I would know anywhere.

"JACOB BLACK! What the bunnies is wrong with you? You are only sixteen, and I bet you a million bucks your father would not be very happy if he knew you were at some party without his permission!" I screeched at the top of my lungs at him. I didn't need to ask if Billy knew Jacob was at this kind of party. We both knew the answer: no.

"Well . . . Um, what are doing here, Miss High-and-Mighty?" Jacob retorted poorly, and I rolled my eyes.

"First of all, I am about to be eighteen. Second of all, I am not at this party. I came to get my truck and go home, like a mature adult." I glared at him, but was trying hard to hide my smile. I grabbed his wrist, and tried to pull him over to his car, but he was too strong. He stood still as stone, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Don't be so uptight all the time. Live a little, it'll do you some good. Anyways, they're having a dance battle inside; I bet you can beat them all. Except maybe the new kid, Edward Cullen. I don't like him, though," Jacob told me and started to yank me into the school, without my free will of course.

"No, Jacob! I don't do hip hop, and-." I tried to finish, but Jacob cut my sentence off.

"No excuses. You are going to do the dance battle. Just use some of your tricks like arabesque and assemble. You'll do fine," Jacob reassured me. Then he had to go and scar me for life.

"Girls and dudes," Jake shouted so loud the entire room went quiet. I tried to sneak out the door, but Jake had a death grip on me. "Get ready to witness the best ballet dancer ever doing hip hop with a few of her tricks own thrown into the pot. Bella Swan!"

"Great. The two things I hate most in the world: noise and hip hop. Nice going Jake; you know me so well," I whispered angrily to him, but he just laughed at me.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud; this will be fun. Trust me," Jake tried to convince me, and even though I really didn't want to, I fell for it like an idiot.

"Fine. All I'm saying is, if I get in trouble, it's on you." I glowered at him out of the corner of my eye for a second, then took a quick peek through my eyelashes at the crowd surrounding us. If I could, I would have hurt Jake right about now.

"Okay, my money is on Cullen. Sorry, Jake, but he's got moves. No way can this little prima ballerina beat him," Quil yelled to Jacob from across the gym.

Jake actually took this seriously (if anyone could, it was Jake), and shouted out a very immature, "It's on, Mr. I-Know-Everything! Bella is way better!"

Then of course he ruined his-I-have-confidence-in-Bella moment by pulling me off to the side and saying that I better not make him look bad. I just tried not to punch him in the face because I knew it would hurt and ignored him.

"Everyone, are we ready for the betting? Okay, Jacob Black, who will you be betting for, and how much will you be betting?" called a man with scraggly grey hair and bright blue eyes.

"I'm betting fifty dollars on Bells. She's new, but this is the only time she'll be competing," Jacob answered smoothly to the older man. Then it hit me: this was like a competition.

In competition, I went up against every style of dance. From hip hop to other ballerinas like me, from lyrical to contemporary. Everything was equal, and you were judged on how well you did that type of style; not if they liked that style or not.

I had to remind myself that there would be no fair judges tonight. All the people here either wanted to see cool tricks or hip hop. I was just going to have to go for my awesome ballerina moves and jumps. I was really going to have to sell it if I didn't want Jake on my back about making him lose fifty dollars.

After everyone else had placed their bets, the competition started. Many people were just doing popping and locking routines. Others were doing a lot of tricks like flipping and spinning, while other people relied on their ability to dance to the beat and make everything look easy.

I was the last one to perform, and I was definitely feeling the pressure start to build. Edward Cullen was going before me, and I was really curious to see his dance.

"Edward Cullen! It's you're turn to bring it!" screeched the announcer. Then Edward stepped out of the crowd, grinning smugly. As soon as he saw me, his normal glower returned. I know my reaction was a little rash, but what can I say? I don't like being hated for some unknown reason.

I returned the glare and simply stated, "I know you hate me, but I hate you more." I folded my arms against my chest and narrowed my eyes for effect.

"No one can hate more than I do at the moment," he retorted, and turned his back to me. His fists were clenched, and, at that moment, I smelled my blood. It made me desperately want to puke, but I held breath.

I could not do this with the blood. I swiftly turned away from the crowd and concentrated on not tripping and falling to my death. Jake tried to halt me, but with one movement of yanking up my sleeve, he stopped.

I pulled my keys from my pocket, and tried to calm down. I wrenched open my car door and quickly myself inside the cab. What I saw in the cab almost gave me heart attack.

"What the heck are doing in my car?" I squeaked in panic at none other than Edward Cullen. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he smacked himself in the head as if he should have known this was my car.

"I didn't know this was your car! If I had, I wouldn't be here. I have to go," he growled at me, and proceeded to rapidly open the passenger door and slam it shut. The only problem I really had with him slamming it shut was that glass came pouring down on me.

"You broke my window! How did you do that?" I shrieked so loudly, I even hurt my own ears.

"Be quiet! What if someone hears you?" he held my gaze for a second, then hit his fist against the side of my door, causing a murderous sound to explode all around us.

"Me? You just broke my window and punched my car! This is you're fault!" I yelled at him fiercely. Edward just replied with another punch to my rusty old car, before trudging back into the school.

"My goodness," I whispered to myself before backing out of the parking lot and driving the short distance back to my house. After quietly parking outside of the house, I snuck through the kitchen and up the stairs. I was just about to let out a sigh of relief that Charlie had already gone to bed when I saw what karma had in store for me.

"And where have you been all night?" Charlie eyed me from his spot on the rocking chair in the corner of my small room. I bit my lip, trying to think of an excuse to tell him. I couldn't tell him dance class ran late; he would ask Miranda about it later.

"After class I went to the school to pick up my truck, and there was a party. I saw Jacob and tried to get him to go home, but he refused. He dragged me in to the school, but I left as soon as I could without him noticing. I'm sorry," I begged him to forgive me. After a while, Charlie finally sighed. He didn't like these talks anymore than I did.

"Fine, but don't do it again or else you're grounded," he compromised reluctantly. I smiled and thanked him. After I changed and pulled my hair up into a bun, I pulled the covers around me. They encircled me and filled me with warmth and safety. I yawned softly and slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.

My last thought was, And I thought I had anger issues.

Hope you liked this chapter! Edward was in her car because he couldn't handle smelling her blood, and he wasn't breathing so he didn't smell her scent in the car. Thanks everyone! Read and Review!