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"Bella? What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"You're going to see me in gym?" I said, spitting the words out. He'd dump me on the spot. I knew I was a pretty good runner, but it seemed that whenever I was in Edward's presence, I would somehow trip or do something equally clumsy.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine," he said, before kissing me softly on my forehead and swiftly entering the male change rooms.

I stared after him, my body refusing to move and then with a very audible sigh, made my way into the change rooms. To my dismay, I discovered I had forgotten my sports clothes which meant I had to borrow a spare uniform of Angela's which was about two sizes too small. The top was skin tight and the shorts were a bit too short in my opinion, so I knew I'd spend most of class pulling them down, but there was no way around it. I'd already missed a few classes thanks to my stint in hospital and Coach expected me to participate or else I'd fail gym. Not that I'd care, but I knew Charlie would so I mustered up my courage, threw my hair up in a ponytail, and stepped out into the gymnasium.

Angela and I made my way over to where the rest of the class was standing. Coach was explaining the route we had to take. Because Forks High didn't have a running track, we had to jog around the campus. This I liked- I was actually good at running. You'd think someone like me who was prone to clumsiness would hate running, but it was something I could do well. I saw Edward waiting for me near the door and motioned for Angela to come with me, but she shook her head, before saying with a rueful grin that she was a pretty slow runner. I noticed she was standing next to one of Mike's nicer friends, Ben someone, and gave her a wink before walking over to Edward.

"Hello gorgeous," he said happily, ruffling my hair.

My hand shot up and grabbed his icy cold hand, "Not the hair, Edward."

"My apologies. Nice outfit, by the way. It suits you," he said appreciatively, his eyes raking over my body.

I shook my head. "Quit staring, perv. And it's not mine, it's Angela's. And yes, I do feel quite uncomfortable. Mike and Tyler keep staring at me," I said, looking over my shoulder at the jerks perving on me.

Edward let out a growl and stared daggers at the two boys. Thankfully, they looked away and we began jogging. It was quite cold but as we jogged it soon warmed up. Edward and I were leading the pack as we turned the first corner around the science building.

"Nice form, Mr. Cullen," I noted. I knew he could probably outrun a jaguar or any other living thing for that matter.

"Likewise," he smirked, lengthening his stride and moving ahead. This allowed me to observe him in motion. Again his beauty struck me. His usually lanky looking form was encased by the grey T-shirt and black gym shorts he wore, exposing his hard muscles. I fought to keep my eyes on the path ahead and not on the Greek-god like creature in front of me. I was having a hard time keeping to that though.

"Hey," I puffed, "slow down, Superman." We were running so fast, we had left the rest of the class behind.

"Sorry," Edward said back, his calm voice betraying the fact that he was not at all out of breath. He slowed down and moved back to run besides me. "I forget sometimes. It's just so easy to be myself when I'm with you. I feel like running at top speed through the forest."

"Not away from me, I hope."

He stopped abruptly, causing me to stop too and grabbed my shoulders, before looking at me straight in the eyes.

"Never away from you," he vowed, before grabbing my hand and gently pulling me along. He slowed down considerably to match my pace and we continued running around the campus. Gym ended and after I was freshly showered, I walked back outside to meet Edward. He was waiting for me right outside, looking incredible, his messy hair still wet.

I leapt straight into his arms, not caring if anyone saw.

"You know," Edward began, his nose buried in my hair, "it occurred to me that you and I are yet to go on our first date. How does tonight sound?"

I smiled. I liked the sound of that. "Tonight sounds good. Pick me up?"

"Sure. 7.30pm okay with you?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He drove me home after and he gave me another kiss on the forehead before driving away. I shook my head as I walked upstairs. The forehead? Seriously, I knew Edward was born in the early 1900's but surely the boy could do better than that. Immediately I made it my mission to get Edward to kiss me. On the lips. And I had just the right outfit that would make me succeed.

I had told Charlie that I was going out tonight but not who I was going out with. I didn't really know what his reaction to me having a boyfriend would be; my mum was cool with it, but I had no experience with Charlie. He was going over to his friend, Billy's anyway to watch the softball so I had the house to myself for most of the night, which was fine by me. I lazed around for a bit, cleaned the house. There wasn't much to do; neither Charlie or I made much of a mess and then at 6pm went upstairs to get ready. I pulled out my secret weapon- my black miniskirt and chose a dark blue sleeveless shirt to go with it. It had attracted many admirers back home and I was sure it would here too. It wasn't slutty at all- the skirt ended just above my knees, but it still looked amazing on anyone- Joyce and Lilly had borrowed it many a time. I shook out my wavy hair and spritzed and scrunched it and let it part naturally in the middle. Then I applied eye liner, mascara and lipstick. Foundation made my skin look fake so I went without it. Pleased with my appearance I put on my favourite rings and some silver hoops and just as I was finishing up I heard a knock at the door. Instantly my heart rate rocketed and I smirked at myself. It was too funny what the mere thought of Edward could do to me. I grabbed my bag and bounded down the stairs to open the door.

Of course he looked incredible, he always did. He wore a black shirt and pants, his hair gleaming copper in the twilight. But it was his expression that stumped me. He froze as I opened the door and he almost looked as if he was…pained? But then his features melted into an expression of happiness as he took in my appearance.

"Bella, you look very nice." He took a deep breath.

I raised an eyebrow. "Just nice, Edward?"

He smirked. "Bella you don't want to know what I'm thinking right now."

I was shocked. Edward had finally said something without sounding like an old grandpa, intent on preserving his virginity.

He reached out and fixed one of my straps that had fallen down, his finger lingering on my bare skin. I held still careful not to make any sudden movements. It felt great though and I wanted to see what else I could get him to do tonight. This was going to be very interesting I was sure.