A/N: Most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

I tried hard to breathe but she mad me breathless. She gracefully strode over to me in a knee length silver dress in silver wedges. She smiled up at me, those bright blue eyes sparkling brighter than ever. She held out the long black box to me.

"Me first," I told her. I pulled a black box out from my pocket. I opened it up and revealed her corsage. The white and silver flowers making shiny spots on her face, she smiled down at them. I pulled it out and slid it on her left wrist.

Next thing it felt like I was being attacked by the paparazzi. Alice was clicking the camera faster than you can say one word of the alphabet. Gracie rolled her eyes and pulled out my budiea (spelling?) it matched her corsage. She put it on gracefully and stepped back to get a better look at it. She nodded her approval.

Now Alice had to take another million more pictures of us together. Jeez.

About an hour later Gracie and I clambered into her Audi. She let me drive. I jumped with joy; she rolled her eyes at me and let out silent giggles.

I purred into the schools parking lot. Heads turned-as always- as I parked the flashy Audi towards the back. I ran around to the other side and helped Gracie out like the gentleman I was.

"You ready?" I asked her delightfully.

She gave me her "I was born to be ready" look.

I laughed and pulled her closer to me.

As soon as we paid our entrance fee and they put numbers on our hands, Gracie's friends rushed over to us and gushed at how cute we looked.

The whole school was mainly here already. I watched as Gracie bobbed her body to the beat. She was holding back and I could tell. She looked like she was about to burst!!

"Dance honey," I whispered in her ear and I hugged her around her waist. She bit her lip contemplating.

Next thing I knew I was being dragged out onto the dance floor.

Now I am admitting that I did take dance lessons when I was little but I was far from Gracie's talent. But I had a comfort of sort of knowing what I was doing.

People stopped grinding each other to see what we were doing. I think it was between a tango and hip-hop. I don't know what to call it.

That song slowly ended. I believe it was Daddy Yankee's "Gasolina." I asked Gracie and she confirmed that I was right.

This then formed into Rihanna's "Disturbia." Gracie's friends dragged her into there dancing circle. This time I stood by and watched. Most of the guys watched.

I gasped in shock as I watched her dance. Hadn't she just scoffed at the cheerleading team last night for dancing dirty? And here she was up against her friends moving her body gracefully yet sinfully with them.

And I admit I was enjoying it a bit too much. I didn't really even see the other girls, I just saw Gracie moving her body entrancingly.

Everybody mainly stopped what they were doing; they were amazed by this group of girls dancing. I felt my insides burn as I saw the males eyes dart to Gracie's chest.

Gracie stopped dancing, she could feel the eyes on her too and she didn't like it very much at least not in the way they were looking at her. She was used to people watching her dance, but they usually never paid attention to her body parts.

She pulled away from her group of friends and wrapped her arms in front of her chest as walked towards me.

Rein snickered and elbowed Gracie. Gracie looked up and narrowed her eyes at her.

"You wanna go prostitute?" Rein shot out. Gracie looked at her funny.

I noticed a similarity between Rein and Gracie a split second after they did.

They had the same dress.

"Oh my god a copy cat," Jolene coughed out.

"She didn't pick out the dress her friends did," I defended for Gracie. She put her arm on my shoulder, showing me not to care.

"She wore it still," Rein sneered.

"But do you notice the subtle difference between their dresses?" a girl piped up, the voice belonged to Felicity, the one Gracie saved last night.

The guys scratched their heads they couldn't see a difference. The girls looked closer and spotted it. I saw it due to the enhanced eyes sight.

"See how Gracie's material is nicer and silkier?" Felicity continued. We nodded.

"Meaning that Gracie has the REAL dress, not some cheap knock off like Rein's," Felicity finished. There were many choruses of "ohhhhhhhh's"

"Designer my ass," Rein smirked. Gracie turned around and flipped out her tag which clearly said Gucci in big letters.

The smirk immediately erased off her face.

Gracie wanting to prove her wrong even more, she pulled off her wedges and on the bottom of the shoe it clearly stated Jimmy Choo.

"In designer you're so much finer," a group of girls sang out. Everybody turned to see a bunch of girls in leotards and shorts. There were three of them. And I recognized them.

Layla, Penelope, and Claire, they're Gracie's best friends from New York.

Layla was a tall fiery red head with piercing dark green eyes and freckles. Penelope was tall also with long curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Claire of course was also tall with blonde hair and grey eyes.

They also were known and Louis, Prada, and Calvin. Don't ask. Something about designer nicknames was what was going on here. Gracie's was Gucci I knew that for a fact.

Gracie turned around at the voices and ran barreling into them. They laughed as she smothered them in hugs.

"We'll rejoice later Gucci, we have a fight to pick with these people first," Penelope growled. They advanced on Rein and her friends.

"How dare you diss my sister!!!!! Seriously you stooped to an all time low. You diss the nicest person in the world and you think you can get away scotch free?" Layla shouted. Did I mention she had a New York accent making it more effective and intimidating?

Rein looked speechless for a second. But she recovered.

"It's not my fault your sister is so slutty, she and her boyfriend get away with anything at this school," Rein sneered. Her minions went "yeah."

"Slutty? Gucci is the furthest from slutty, you're the one with fake boobs," Claire rebounded.

Reins hands and everybody else's eyes went to her boobs.

"They are real," she protested.

"Just as real as your nose," Layla's comeback was golden.

Rein touched her nose.

"It's real," she protested once again.

"I know fake ones when I seem them, yours look as real as werewolves," Claire raised an eyebrow. Gracie looked at me with wide eyes that would have made me laugh if that comment had no irony in it.

"You're really lucky that you're to low for even the dog's to bite," Penelope stated. Again what's with the irony?

They turned around and headed for a table.

But Jolene had something to say first.

"You guys dance right?" she asked. They nodded.

"I challenge you to a dance off then," Rein said catching on.

"I have a better idea; you look like a snobby cheerleader. So I challenge you to a stunt off," Layla contradicted.

"You're on," Rein growled.

Gracie's eyes widened and she hid behind me.

"Gucci you're flying," Penelope called out. Gracie pointed out the dress and shoes.

"Don't worry your new leotard and cheer apparel came in after you left but we brought it with us," Layla smiled handing her the duffel bag. Gracie frowned and went to change.

She came running back to us in a silver leotard and black short shorts with the word cheer stamped on the butt.

"She's a cheerleader?" Autumn asked astounded.

"Gymnast too," Layla said proudly hugging Gracie close to her.

"Isn't this a bit cheesy? This scene is a made for movie cliché," I said trying to keep Gracie from doing this.

"Not at all," Penelope smirked.

"We'll get changed and you guys with roll out the mats," Autumn ordered. They gave stiff nods and glares.

"You even have a change of clothes with you at homecoming!!!! This would never happen in real life," I protested.

"You must always be prepared," Claire smiled. They unrolled the four mats and pushed them together.

Gracie fretted nervously next to me. She was tugging at her knee brace.

"So that was the dance project you were working on before coming here?" I asked her.

She nodded, her eyes darting to her friends as they set up the mats.

"Is that how you hurt your knee?" I growled.

She nodded once again. She turned to look at me, begging me to help her.

"You can spot if you want to Seth," Layla smiled at me. They knew about me apparently. Gracie must've said something.

"Okay, New Yorkers bring it on," Rein said coming in followed by her cheerleading cronies. Except Felicity.

"We will Washington state, BRING. IT," Claire said drawing out each syllable.

"I still can't believe that you think a team of four can beat a team of 15," Autumn laughed.

"Lets warm up first, Gucci I know you're stretched out. Time for you to fly once again," Penelope smiled. Gracie strode over looking uncomfortable and mortified that she was going to do this.

"All right I want a standard elevator at first," Layla instructed. Layla is the back spot. Penelope and Claire are the bases. And Gracie was of course the flyer.

They loaded Gracie.

Without even counting she was going up in the air smoothly. She looked down at her bases smiling brilliantly. All traces of fear were gone. I guess she just needed to do it again not to fear it. The penciled down.

The cheerleader rolled there eyes. The word simple playing in their eyes.

"Alright, I want an express and a twist cradle. You got that Gucci?" Layla said looking directly into her eyes. Gracie nodded determined.

Gracie loaded in and flew up in the air and was as high as her friend's arms could stretch. She smiled brilliant.

"Cradle," called Layla. They dipped and Gracie flew up once again, she pulled her high V to the right and her body spun in 4 circles before landed safely in their arms.

There were a bunch of whoa's on peoples faces.

"That's nothing," Rein said her team now stepping on the mat.

"I want a full out lib," Rein called out. The bases loaded and then the girls were in the libs. Not very steady I might add.

"Lib into scorpion," Layla instructed. Gracie loaded in, Layla had a hold of her butt and Penelope and Claire had one of Gracie's feet. Layla pushed up into a full lib.

Gracie immediately balanced. Now what she did next was really cool. She grabbed hold of her non-libing leg and pulled it up in a weird arch were it touched her head.

"Oh my god," Felicity said sounding amazed.

"Twist cradle," Layla barked. Once again Gracie spun in the air with so much grace landing into safety.

"Okay so stunting you guys got but can you do it with a good dance combination?" Jolene asked.

"Of course, we always have our dance mixes on our ipods," Penelope said sounding like she was stating the obvious.

Seriously this was way to cheesy for me, this only happened in dance movies! Am I right?

"Home goes first though," Rein said.

Now the next hour was a bit blurry for me I had a hard time remembering what happened until later that night.

I know Gracie's friends definitely won the routine, the basket toss they did won them that for sure.

The dance was over. Gracie's friends said there goodbye's saying they would see her tomorrow.

I made the stupidest mistake in my life at that moment. Gracie and I walked out into the forest.

I pulled her along out into the forest with me.

"Want to see me shift?" I asked her. She nodded eagerly. I went behind a tree and took off my clothes; I jumped out from behind the tree and shifted mid flight.

I landed in the center off the forest…. Alone. She wasn't there.

Hide and seek. She wanted to play games did she?

I made little dog noises as I trailed her scent. And then I caught another sent.

A nomadic vampire.