Unrequited

She sits on the bottom tier of the bleachers with the others who weren't chosen. Why she came, she does not know.

"C'mon," they said.

"It'll be fun!" they said.

"We can dance with each other."

And that was the plan, until Emmett and Jasper walked over and swept her friends off their feet.

Bella sighed.

Across the gymnasium sat Edward Cullen: tie askew, top shirt button open, surrounded by sycophants and cheerleaders. His laughter was loud enough to carry over the music and across the room.

She stared. For just a moment, his gaze met hers.

Then moved on.


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