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Chapter 7

BPOV

Dinner at the Blacks turned out to be a blast. Rebecca and Rachel were really nice, and Jacob was hilarious. He had an easy going manner that was infectious. For the first time in weeks, I relaxed and had fun.

After dinner Jacob told me about his friends and his hobbies. He mainly liked working on his car. He complained that it was pretty boring on the res sometimes. Suddenly an idea popped in my head. "Say, Jacob. Do you want to go to my Winter Dance? I'm not much of a dancer but we could hang out." I said enthusiastically.

"Well, I don't know, I'm not much of a dancer either, "Jacob mumbled.

"How about if I promise to not mangle your toes and you promise not to crush mine?" I grinned.

"Deal!" He smiled broadly in return.

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APOV

Edward and I were sitting on the coach watching "Underworld," one of my favorites. Edward was also writing notes in his music journal. It was good to see him making progress again. My phone rang.

"Hi Bella!"

"Hey, Alice! Are you up for a shopping trip?" Bella giggled.

"You want to go shopping?! Who are you and what have you done with Bella?!" I teased.

"Actually I need a dress for the Winter Dance. "

"The Winter Dance! Who are you going with?" I exclaimed. A snapping sound made me look down. Edward was holding a broken pencil in his clenched hand, his entire body rigid, his eyes glued to his journal. I narrowed my eyes speculatively. Interesting…

"I'm going with my friend, Jacob, from La Push." Bella answered.

Deciding to see if I could get another reaction out of Edward, I gushed to Bella, "Oh, one of those hunky Quileute boys. Wow!"

Edward dragged his free hand through his hair, leaped up, and all but ran out of the room. I smirked. Clearly, I had some work to do.

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EPOV

Alice and I were sitting on the couch watching "Underworld." I was reviewing my composition notes. I was finally creating something that felt real. Still incomplete but real. I was channeling my frustration and misery into it. Alice's phone rang.

"Hi Bella!"

Bella. I perked up but pretended to review my notes.

"You want to go shopping?! Who are you and what have you done with Bella?!"

Yes, that was unlike Bella. I grinned.

"The Winter Dance!" Who are you going with?"

My hand convulsively clenched, breaking the pencil in my hand. My body stiffened as jealousy slammed into me like a sledge hammer. Jealousy I knew I had not right to. Bella didn't know my feelings for her and like an idiot I'd agreed to go to the dance with Tanya. I wouldn't have if she hadn't made such a spectacle of herself practically begging me to go with her. I cringed at the memory. I'd said yes just to end that horribly awkward moment.

"Oh, one of those hunky Quileute boys. Wow!"

I raked my hand through my hair in agitation. Overwhelmed by my emotions, I quickly left the living room. As I headed for my room I thought darkly, "Well now I can add some jealousy to my composition. Let the board feel that."