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A/N- Wow! I'm on a roll! Good for you guys!!
I sucked in a deep breath, my hand resting on the doorknob. Should I open the door? Nah, another second to compose myself. No, one more. Okay, maybe-
SMACK.
I gave a yelp as I landed on my butt, my hands over my throbbing nose. I looked up to see Edward staring at me with his hand on the doorknob, smirking.
"Are you going to come inside any time soon?" he asked in an annoyingly cocky way.
I scrambled up from the floor, may face burning. Though I swore Edward chuckled when I passed by him going through the door. Ugh. Me and my stupid, idiotic, hopeful imagination.
Ms. Murphy smiled at me as I walked up to her, with Edward trailing behind me. She clapped her hands together in her usual perky way and said brightly, "Now, naturally, we'll be starting on Act 1, Scene 5. That's when Romeo and Juliet first meet, of course!"
I was absolutely surprised be the fact that I wanted to strangle the twinkle right out of Ms. Murphy's eye. My face felt positively red with rage. Maybe it was just PMS. Yeah. Sure, that's a reasonable explanation. Oh, who was I kidding?
Ms. Murphy seemed entirely unaware of my homicidal tendencies at the moment, or maybe she didn't care. She beamed at both of us and said, "Well? Get out your scripts!"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward's shoulders shaking. As he turned around I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.
"Well, as long as you're enjoying yourself," I muttered to myself sarcastically. Geez, I really needed to get a better handle on my emotions. It must be Edward. He must be throwing off my equilibrium.
Ms. Murphy turned to Edward and said, "Alright, Edward, start where it says, 'If I profane with my unworthiest hand; This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this'."
Edward and I faced each other, and I felt my breath quicken when I looked into his dazzlingly green eyes. I quickly ducked my head in embarrassment, and I heard him chuckle. But when he began speaking, most all rational thought left my mind.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," Edward read, his voice like soft velvet.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss," I whispered, not trusting myself to speak louder.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" responded Edward, his own lips curling into a smile.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." I felt myself smile too. It was impossible not to. Edward had a way of making me feel totally comfortable and totally uncomfortable at the same time.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." My eyes were drawn to Edward's as he said those lines, and they completely dazzled me.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," I muttered faintly, my eyes still glued to Edward's.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged," Edward recited smoothly.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." I felt exhilarated, absolutely giddy, still staring deep into Edward's eyes.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again," Edward murmured.
"You kiss by the book," I whispered, and immediately after I was broken from my trance by the loud applause of Ms. Murphy.
"That was lovely! Wonderful! Oh, I knew I made a good choice picking you two for the parts!" Ms. Murphy looked almost as giddy as I felt a moment ago, but I was annoyed by her behavior. Couldn't she see we were having a moment?
No, I realized, she didn't see, because we weren't having a moment. A "moment" was shared be people who loved each other, and Edward certainly didn't love me. I dropped my head, suddenly downtrodden.
As I was packing up, I heard someone walk up behind me. I turned around, expecting it to be Ms. Murphy with some schedule or something, but was utterly surprised to see it was Edward. He grinned at me with his charmingly crooked smile, and I felt my heart flutter.
"So, Bella," Edward began, "I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?"
I gaped at him like an absolute idiot, not comprehending, before something else managed to get through my abnormally thick skull.
"Wait a minute- aren't you dating Lauren?" I asked, totally perplexed.
"Well, yes" he admitted, seemingly reluctant, "But she doesn't have to know about it, does she?"
I gaped at him again, now for a completely different reason. Sure, I've had a crush on him for years, and sure, I absolutely loathed Lauren, but this was just messed up.
"I'm sorry, Edward," I emphasized his name in anger, "But I can't go out with someone who can't manage to get their priorities straight."
With that, I whirled around, grabbed my bag, and marched out the door, leaving Edward with a presumably shocked look on his face.
As I marched down the hallway, one thought repeated itself as a mantra in my head: "What have I done?"
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