Disclaimer- The fabulous characters of my story, with the exclusion of a few, belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and come from her Twilight series.

A/N- See author's note at end of chapter.

"It's a dance studio," Quil said. We stood two doors down, looking toward the glass fronted building Calli and her friend had just walked into. Quil walked closer, peered through the glass for a few moments, then came back to me.

"Come on…there's an area for people to observe…a bunch of people are in there."

I wasn't sure why I was feeling such a need to keep my distance from her, but I was. I had completely conflicting emotions. I felt a physical pull to go to her, and then something else telling me to keep back. It was very unsettling. But I didn't really want to stand out here, where I couldn't see her. So I followed Quil over and through the door.

The sitting area was to our right as we walked in. It was a big carpeted square with folding chairs arranged in no particular order. There were maybe ten people, most of them teenagers, lounging in this area, some sitting in the chairs, some on the floor. Quil and I stayed closer to the door. I saw the blonde Calli had been with in the seating area, turned around in her chair, but I didn't see Calli anywhere. The blonde was talking to a guy behind her and barely glanced at us as we walked in.

Directly in front of the seating area was a large wooden dance floor, surrounded on the other three sides by mirrors. In the back left corner was a break in the mirrors opening to a carpeted hallway. In the middle of the floor, standing in a semi circle facing us, were three boys and three girls, who looked about fifteen or sixteen. A man, maybe twenty five or so, stood in front of them, his back to us, talking to the group of kids quietly.

My eyes searched the room for the second or third time, but I didn't see Calli anywhere. I looked at her friend again briefly, but she was deep in conversation.

"Where is she?" Quil whispered next to me.

I shrugged, looking around again as if she would magically materialize.

"Are you going to talk to her when you see her?"

"I don't know. When it's right, I'll talk to her."

I looked over just in time to see him roll his eyes. "Yeah, because it's not like you've waited four years or anything," he grumbled.

"You're going to have to work on your stalker skills."

I jumped, my head jerking to the side. Calli's friend was just to my right, lounging comfortably against the wall, arms folded across her chest, smiling.

"Uhhh…what?"

Her smile widened. "I saw you watching Calli at the mall." She tipped over slightly to look past me, at Quil. "Him too. Aren't stalkers supposed to be sneaky?" She had light blue eyes and wide features, and she looked amused.

"I'm…I mean we're…not…" I cleared my throat, my discomfort evident.

This just made her smile more. "Now…if it were anyone else, I'd just tell you to grow a pair and ask her out." Her smile faded, and she narrowed her eyes slightly. "But that wouldn't work with Calli anyway…so maybe stalking is the right way to go."

I remained silent, not sure what to say. It was hard to tell whether she was amused or upset now. She stared at me, and I didn't know what else to do but stare back, my expression wary.

Finally she rolled her eyes and smiled. "Relax Andre the giant, I won't bite." She held her hand out. "I'm Shelby."

I looked at her hand for a moment before shaking it, still hesitant. "Jacob. This is Quil." Quil reached over to shake her hand too.

"Man, you guys are hot." She smirked.

Quil and I looked at each other, not sure what to say, and then back at her.

"Uh…thanks?" Quil finally responded

She rolled her eyes again. "I meant your hands. Feels like you're on fire."

I said nothing. She sighed and walked around me to stand in front of Quil. "This one's not much for talk, huh?" she directed at him.

He laughed. "Well, I'd definitely say he's at a loss for words today."

"Yeah, Calli can do that to some people."

I cleared my throat. "Uhhh…where is she anyway?"

She pointed her thumb back at the hallway. "Changing."

"Is she a dancer?" Quil asked.

"Yeah…teaches it too. She'll be out in a couple minutes to start this class."

I nodded. There was an uncomfortable silence. I wasn't sure what I should say. I wanted to ask this girl every question I could think of, but I thought that might be a little weird.

"So…what can you tell us about this Calli girl?" Quil asked, looking at me pointedly.

Shelby smirked. "Calli is…one of a kind." She looked down at her watch. "But I gotta break up this fun fest. I need to get going." She eyed me carefully again. "Look, I get the feeling you're not just gonna walk up to her and start the conversation…and, honestly, that's probably a good thing." She paused, looking as if she were debating something. "The Neptune club, uptown. Calli works there from eight to two. That's where she'll be tonight." Her smile widened. "Me too. I have a good feeling I'll be running into you two later."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, scrutinized me for another moment, then turned back toward the seating area. "Later John," she called out. The guy she had been talking to raised a hand, looking at us instead of her.

She turned back to us as she opened the door. "Why don't you go take a seat…check out multiple personality Barbie." She grinned, then walked out.

"Well she was definitely…interesting," Quil remarked under his breath when she was gone.

"Didn't learn much from her," I muttered back.

"You didn't ask anything!"

"What was I supposed to do, ask her whole life story? You don't think that might be a little awkward?"

Quil sighed. "Well…at least we know where she'll be later."

"Do you know what that place is?"

He shook his head. "Never heard of it. But I'm sure Embry and Rach will know. Come on…let's sit down."

We walked over to the seating area, heading for the seats furthest back from the floor. I sat, trying to figure out why I felt so strange. Why did I have this overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't talk to her? Like one foot was headed toward her, and one backing away. I tried thinking about everything I had learned from her friend Shelby. She was a dancer…and a dance teacher. And she worked at a club.

What kind of club? What did she do there? And what the hell was multiple personality Barbie supposed to mean?

My body knew she had walked into the room before I even saw her. Like a spidey sense or something, I felt a tingle, and heat. I looked up to see her just coming from the hall onto the dance floor.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart raced. My palms felt sweaty in a matter of seconds. She wore a tight, stretchy pair of black pants and a white tank top, a simple outfit. She looked even smaller now than she had before. She was barefoot, and her hair was down now; it looked almost exactly the same as the day I'd seen her in the forest.

She walked to the radio that sat atop a table against the mirror and looked through the cd's next to it. The man who had been talking to what appeared to be the students walked over to her, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder and bending down to talk to her. She twitched just a little when he touched her.

It was a simple movement, not something that looked intimate exactly. I wanted to rip his throat out. My hands balled up into fists, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Relax Jake," Quil whispered next to me.

"I know, I know," I muttered, opening my eyes just in time to see her nod her head. She placed a cd in the player and turned around to face forward.

I was still too far away to see the color of her eyes, and they never even looked out toward us anyway. She surveyed the group of kids, who began pairing off into couples. A boy and a girl who sat near us stood, making their way to the floor. She walked to the middle; the man walked out with her. The other couple's situated themselves around the two of them. A girl who sat on the floor in the front jumped up and walked over to the cd player. Calli looked around at the students one more time, before turning her attention to the girl near the table, nodding to her.

The girl pressed a button and the couples got ready to dance. That meant, of course, that this guy I already wanted to massacre touched Calli. I ground my teeth together, trying to tell myself this was ridiculous. It didn't make me feel any better.

I knew absolutely nothing about dancing. I was pretty sure this was some kind of Latin dance. It was one of those ones with fast music, where the girls moved their hips like crazy. But I didn't need to know anything to know that she was good.

I was pretty sure I understood now what her friend Shelby had meant about 'multiple personality Barbie'. This was like a whole different person in front of me. Her face came alive. Her body moved in ways that looked impossible. The people around me were completely silent, watching the dancers. I watched only her.

She watched only him. Whoever it was that she danced with. They moved together perfectly. They looked intently into each others eyes. It looked like the two of them had been doing this their whole lives. They suited each other perfectly. I felt like I might be sick.

"Whoa," Quil said quietly. I tore my eyes away from her to see that he was watching her just as intently. "She's…uhhh…pretty good."

I looked back at her. She was amazing. Beyond good. I was sure I'd enjoy watching her a lot more if it weren't for him.

The song ended, as well as the dance. The next song soon started though. The other couples began dancing. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for watching him with his hands all over her again. But the two of them broke up and began walking around theother couples, talking to them as they danced, making small corrections, him with the boys, her with the girls.

It seemed that he was a teacher too. After a few minutes of this I breathed a sigh of relief. The entire class went on like this. I watched her intently the whole time. I thought she should be able to feel my eyes on her. But she never looked my way, keeping her attention focused on the dancers.

The class went by pretty quickly. Soon the dancers were breaking up. They began walking over, gathering their things. One of the girls remained on the floor, talking to Calli.

"What now?" Quil murmured.

I looked around the room, finding a clock on the wall. "Well…it's six now. So…I guess we could go back to Embry's, figure out where that place is." The thought of being that far from her, even for just a couple hours, twisted my stomach.

Quil didn't answer, so I turned to look at him. He was just staring at me, wide eyed. He shook his head, scowling, and grabbed my arm. "No way. Let's go."

He stood and started dragging me forward. Before I could even think of resisting, we were out on the floor, headed toward her.

"Quil, I swear…" I tried pulling my arm out of his grip, but he held on tight.

"Excuse me," he said loudly.

She was facing away from us; the girl she had been talking to was just beginning to walk away. She started to turn toward us. It felt as if things were happening in slow motion. I held my breath.

She looked up at Quil first. She was so tiny; she looked even smaller from up close. Under the bright lights she looked even paler, the circles under her eyes almost like bruises. She looked tired; exhausted.

And then, after just a second, she was looking up at me. And there was nothing in the world to describe the way I felt, at that moment, when she was looking right at me. Things around me seemed to become very hazy. I couldn't blink, I couldn't move. There was nothing, in that moment, but her.

I did notice one thing though. She had the brightest, most brilliant green eyes I'd ever seen.