Discovery
Jessica used all of her intelligence to figure out what the note could entail. She thought about it when she should have been pondering the policies of the Labour Party in Politics and when she should have been paying attention in Pilates.
It occurred to her that it was probably just a joke. Boys did that sometimes. Especially to loser girls like Isabella Swan. She ignored the uneasiness in her stomach and decided that just to be sure, she'd have to talk to Edward. He'd laugh it off, kiss her on the lips and say how bloody hilarious it was. And that would be that.
She had trouble finding him though, as whenever she saw him he would whisk away out of her sight. In the afternoon she asked one of his friends where they had seen him and they said something vague about the music practise rooms. So, still in her skort and shirt she had been exercising in, she'd walked to the practise rooms. The sweltering heat of the practise rooms startled her on entrance, in great contrast with the frosty day outside. She trekked down the unfamiliar, empty hall, catching snatches of the musicians inside as they played.
It was only in the last room on the left did she finally see.
He was holding her, in a way that he had never held Jessica. Her dark hair was escaping the French braid on the back of her head. His seemed to shimmer damply in the low light above. Her hands were clasped behind his neck, his hands gripping the shiny black wood of the piano behind her, knuckles white. Their lips were tangled together, as he gripped the piano for support as he thrust…
Stop!
She pressed the door open, letting out a gasp of anguish, formed into the shape of his name.
"Edward!"