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Dancing with Fire Part 1

Emmett's POV

Edward is losing his mind, I thought. I met him on the way out to the parking lot and he asked me to hang back. So I did. I watched him weave his way through the cars passing by Bella Swan's truck as she finished talking to Eric Yorkie.

Of course this had something to do with that girl. Ever since the family meeting two weeks ago, he's been consumed by her. He doesn't admit it though, demanding we all stay away from her, including himself. He ignores her in the halls and during lunch, but it doesn't fool me.

I see him in Spanish, after their Biology class, he is always frazzled. Mostly moody, broody, and touchy, but sometimes elated and lighthearted. I feel bad for Jasper, having to live with this emotional roller coaster in the house. It made Spanish more fun though, my teasing thoughts got under his skin like never before.

A few days ago they had put up posters for the upcoming dance, and it was the talk of the school. Many classmates were discussing it as Edward, being the last to enter the room, sat down next to me. Being the mature and responsible one I was, I mimicked my classmates.

"So Edward," I leaned my head on my hand. "Has anyone asked you to the dance yet?" Hmm, maybe Bella Swan? I shot him a smirk, wiggling my eyebrows.

He gave me a side-long glare. Failing immediately in his attempt to ignore me.

I chuckled and turned back in my seat as the teacher began to speak. However, in my head the teasing continued.

I bet you'd go if she asked you. I imagined the pale, brown-haired girl asking him outside their biology classroom. Her little fingers fidgeting together with nervousness and a blush spreading over her face with embarrassment. "Edward Cullen will you go to the dance with me?" She'd flutter her eyelashes and you'd be gone.

I glanced at him. There was a crease between his brows, his eyes intently focused on his notebook, and clutching too tightly to the pencil he used to write his 'notes.' I chuckled inwardly.

Of course, you can always ask her yourself. No one really follows the girl's choice rule anyways. This time I imagined him on one knee with a bouquet of roses, in that over-the-top way of his. "Would you do me the honor of going to the dance with me?"

She'd cover her mouth with her hands in surprise, and tears would start to come before flinging her arms around him. "Of course, I never thought you would ask." They'd kiss, profess their love for each other and ride off into the sunset on a pure white horse.

"Stop it." Edward growled in the quietest voice possible. His posture remained the same as before, but he was glaring at me side-longly again. Threatening me with his eyes. I'd gladly accept his challenge.

You're right, that's a little too unrealistic. I gave it another go. Him on one knee and her face scrunched up, looking disgusted. "Eww, of course not. Freak." She'd turn away, retelling the encounter to her friends. Openly laughing at him.

The sound of cracking wood came from beside me. Edward's pencil was in two pieces. I hid my grin.

The fight that ensued that evening was vicious and entertaining. He hadn't had so much passion for the attack since his last time in medical school. Esme was not amused however, and I promised her I wouldn't tease him anymore. The situation was pretty sad after all.

So now, here I stood on the sidelines of the parking lot, questioning his feigning sanity. Alice had seen what he was doing and set the pace for us to walk across the parking lot. The silver Volvo idled in between the parked cars, holding up traffic. Bella's monstrous red truck waited behind him.

Was he doing it just to mess with her? I laugh, she sure brought out the teenage boy in him. However, as Tyler Crowley tapped on her window and asked her about the school dance, it became clear. He wanted to know who she would go with.

My siblings and I slid into the car as Crowley walked away. Edward was chuckling in the driver's seat, a lighthearted smirk plastered on his face. The kid was losing his mind. Regardless, I mimicked his grin, a happy crazy was better than a broody teenager. Rose beside me rolled her eyes, she did not find the hold up entertaining.

His eyes were glued to the rearview mirror, watching the poor girl behind us. His chuckling picked up volume and he almost began rocking the car in amusement. His hand reached to shift gears but was too late.

A loud, metal thud sounded and the car we sat in lurched forward a foot. Bella Swan had hit us!

We all turned to look out the back window. The girl stared bewildered at our back bumper. Her hand covering her agape mouth. Edward doubled over in laughter.

"Edward!" Rosalie hissed. He would have to play the angry teenager whose car was just hit.

He straightened up. His lips twitching as he fought against his own smile. He checked in the mirror that his face looked appropriately angry and then exited the car.

"What the hell!" He yelled. "Impatient much?"

He surveyed the damage to his vehicle as the rest of us got out of the car to do the same. The girl jumped out of her truck in a frenzy.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" Her wide eyes scanned over each of us, landing on Edward. Jasper returned to the backseat as her face turned crimson.

"We're fine." Edward glowered at her, nostrils flaring. He tried to act angry, but you could hear his concern in the softness of his voice. "Are you okay?"

She blinked, looking down at her own arms and legs before answering. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Good," his voice became rougher. "Then you should learn to be more careful. Wasn't Tyler's van enough for you?" He accused, glaring at her. "My dad is going to be pissed." He stormed back to the driver's seat, slamming the door as he got in.

Rosalie was in the car a second behind him. I followed suit, giving the dumbfounded girl a wink. Alice waved, saying sweetly, "Goodbye Bella," before hopping in herself.

Bella stood stupefied where we had left her. We could hear her weak, confused voice as we pulled away from the scene. "Don't you want my insurance card?"

Edward picked up his laughter from where he had left off. I leaned forward from the backseat.

"Maybe that was her way of asking you to the dance?"

Thank you to PlotBunnyWranglers who let me use her idea from her story Stupid Volvo Owner.