As we both were expecting, there was a crowd waiting for us when we pulled into the school. I don't know how they knew what car we were going to pull up in, but they were all hanging around the spot that Bella usually parked in.

Sharing a look with Bella, I braved the crowd, quickly slipping out of the car, thankful it was Angela that met me first.

"I'm glad you're okay," she whispered, quickly pulling me into a hug and letting go again when I tensed in her embrace. It wasn't because she was hugging me but because of the large crowd getting closer.

"Thanks, Angie," I replied, smiling when I caught sight of Emmett over everyone's heads. "Excuse me," I added, muttering apologies as I pushed my way through the crowd, bouncing my way to the mountain. "Hey, Emmy."

"Alice said you needed a hand," he nodded towards the crowd which had quickly dispersed now that I wasn't paying attention to them.

"I've got to go to the office and hand in this note," I told him, pulling said note from my pocket. "I also need to find Mr Williams and apologise for not turning up to the music program."

"I'll walk you," he insisted, holding out his arm and giving me a grin.

"Thank you kind sir," I teased, slipping my arm through his, letting my hand rest on the firm muscles of his rock solid arm.

"My mother has asked whether you'd like to come round this weekend?"

I smiled at the thought of spending more time with Esme. She really did remind me of my mum.

"I'd love to, but I'm actually going down to La Push with Bella and Charlie to have a bonfire with Billy Black and his son Jacob," I told him, noting the way he tensed from the corner of my eye.

"Maybe next weekend then?"

"Sounds like a plan. I can beat your arse at Monopoly again."

"Hey! You never won any game."

"Keep lying to yourself, Em."

As we reached the office, Emmett opened the door and ushered me in but he waited outside.

It was your very typical conversation with the receptionist. She was giving her very concerned act of how she was scared for my life and all that jazz.

When I left the office I was more than surprised to see Edward there instead of Emmett.

"Hello," I muttered softly, tucking some of my curls behind my ear.

"Can I walk you to the music room?"

I wasn't going to lie, I was more than surprised. He was hard to figure out. One second he didn't want to talk to me and then the next he was hovering and trying to talk to me any chance he got.

"Okay."

We walked in silence. No words muttered between us. I wanted to say something, but I wanted him to make the first move. If he wanted to walk with me, then he could start the conversation.

I was disappointed when we turned up to the music room and Mr Williams wasn't there.

Edward didn't say anything but he waited as if he could see that I was debating what to do.

"We can wait. I'm sure he'll be along soon," he said so suddenly it surprised me. I blinked at him before nodding and stepped into the room.

It seemed as soon as we both stepped into that room something changed.

There was this buzzing surrounding me and I was far too aware of his presence, like it was a part of me.

To ignore the intense feeling between us, I set my eyes on the violin, carefully stepping over to it, letting my fingers run over the wood as if I was caressing Hank and his soft fur.

My fingers started burning, the familiar itch I got when I needed to play and I couldn't help but drop my bag on the floor and carefully pick up the violin and prepare myself to play. With the bow in hand, I hummed, gathering myself to play one of my mum's favourite songs.

A minute into it, I became aware of Edward as he stepped closer and into my vision.

"Clair De Lune," he muttered, astonishment in his voice as my eyes locked with his.

I stopped and gently lowered the violin. Biting my bottom lip I thought about what to say.

"It was my mum's favourite," I admitted, blinking quickly but was surprised there were no tears.

"It's my mothers favourite too," he said, finally sharing something with me that was personal. "She loves it when I play it for her."

It was crazy, but I just wanted to hear him play it. I glanced at the piano next to him and let my eyes move slowly from the piano to him. As if he knew what I was asking, he shook his head as he looked at the piano.

"Please?" I asked, flinching at how desperate I sounded. "My mum used to play alongside me."

As if that was the last thing to break him, Edward sighed and settled onto the piano bench, shrugging out of his coat and setting it down on the floor where I left my bag.

I let Edward start us off, the first couple of seconds just the keys of the piano filling the room before I joined in, my eyes closing as I swayed to the music, getting lost in my thoughts.

As the music played my mind was filled with memories.

Memories of my mum teaching me how to play my violin by following her melodies on the piano.

Her smile as I played this song for the first time without messing anything up.

The laughter we shared every Christmas when we played for the boys, each year adding a new song to our playlist.

The first time I performed in front of a large audience and she was there after, this large, proud smile on her face.

I saw the tears rolling down her face when I received my letter to the Irish National Orchestra. She was beyond happy because it was something she'd always wanted for me as soon as she discovered my natural talent for the violin.

My memories moved away from mum and music the further into the song we got and just focused on her and me as I grew.

I can remember the first birthday we celebrated for me. I think I was about two and she was carrying me around the garden, letting me reach up to touch the leaves on the trees in the garden.

My first time riding a horse when I was five, holding onto her hand as she moved with me around the yard.

There were moments when I was clumsy and fell over, scraping my knees and hands, crying because of the shock and she was always there to pick me up and kiss it better.

The time she comforted me when I got picked on by some of the girls because I was better than them academically and wasn't interested in boys and all that girly shit.

The time she shouted at Jenson and Jared for getting into a fight at school when some boy asked me out. The shit eating grin dad sent her when they left the room and she couldn't keep the proud look from her eyes.

Her laughter at anything that made her happy.

The way she loved dad ridiculously and always shared these loving looks with him or glanced at him like he was the most amazing thing on earth when he wasn't looking.

I admired the devotion she had for her family, giving up her dream to be a professional pianist so she could raise her family and birth seven children because she was so remarkably devoted to my dad.

As all the memories of my mother filled my mind as Edward's fingers graciously played her favourite song I felt as if a heavy weight had lifted.

It was as if some part inside of me had finally accepted that she was gone and this was the way I could let go and still love her but move on with my life.

As we played the last thirty seconds of the song, my cheeks grew damp with my tears as I finally gave in to all the hurt and grief I'd been clinging onto.

As the last notes rang out in the room, I took in a few heavy breaths before opening my eyes and locking onto Edwards, butterscotch ones.

He looked confronted, like he had experienced something he didn't know how to describe.

Neither of us had the chance to say anything as clapping interrupted our thoughts, echoing around the room and snapping my eyes to the man standing in the doorway.

Mr Williams looked lost for words, his mouth hanging open and he looked between the pair of us, his hands still clapping.

"That was absolutely amazing," he finally said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. "You both have to sign up for the music program. Take this as your audition. I'm not taking no for an answer. I expect you both to be here for practice. I'll give you till next week but I expect to see you both bright and early Tuesday morning."

Without a word, Mr Williams, left, muttered something under his breath but the large smile hadn't left his face.

I glanced at Edward, carefully setting the violin back in its stand and bit my bottom lip again.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling bad that he was pulled into this because of me. "I appreciate you playing with me, Edward. I didn't mean for you to get pulled into the music program."

He didn't say anything, just leant down and grabbed his coat and quickly handed me my bag. I took it hesitantly and watched him carefully as he nodded towards the door which I took to him, meaning we should leave.

Giving the violin another glance, I followed after him, wondering what his thoughts were about the little predicament I got us in.

The rest of the day went relatively well, Edward seemed to talk a little more and didn't avoid me at all costs.

When Alice saw me in art class at the end of the day she looked very smug about something and gave the brightest smile I'd ever seen her wear.

If I had to guess, I would say Edward said something to her about our little musical performance this morning as she was humming Clair De Lune under her breath.

Thankfully, our lovely art teacher let us listen to music during the class if we wished and I was able to drown myself in classical music as I set up my paints.

Throwing on some intense classical music, I closed my eyes before letting my hands take over. I went into a daze, my eyes becoming unfocused as my hands ran wild on the canvas, paint and water mixing and creating the beginning of my painting.

As I painted I thought about Edward. About how tense he was. About how beautiful he was. About how dangerous he was.

Wait, dangerous.

Where did that come from?

There was something about him that scared me, well a little part of me deep inside.

It was the fear that he was going to break me.

Pulling out of my thoughts, I shook off my dazed look as the bell rang and I looked at the painting I had produced.

This was a gift I had learnt from my dad.

He was a remarkable artist and as I spent time with mum playing music, I spent just as much time with dad, drawing and painting.

The white canvas had been transformed into a spectacular meadow. The greens, purples, and pinks were so bright on the canvas and the detail was so intense I almost thought I was looking at a photograph.

"Wow," Alice said as she came to my side, pulling out my earphones. "Where is it?"

"I have no idea," I muttered, feeling confused because the meadow surely had to be somewhere I'd been to remember it in this much detail. "Maybe I dreamt about it."

"Hmm," she replied, a blank look on her face before she nodded and agreed with me. She turned to the door, a large smile covering her face and I wasn't surprised to see Jasper waiting for her.

Giving one last look at my painting, I slung my bag over my shoulder and followed Alice to Jasper.

"Hey, Jasper," I greeted, giving him a bright smile as he sent a pleasant one first.

"Callie," he replied with a nod, taking Alice's hand and slinging her bag over his shoulder.

"Edward told us that you've been invited to both join the music program after your duet this morning, Row," Alice said, the excitement clear on her face.

See, I knew he said something to her.

"It's more like we got demanded to go by Mr Williams," I groaned, feeling my face flushed in embarrassment. "He's not angry at me is he? I didn't mean to get him tangled up in all that."

"He'll get over it," Alice said as we came outside and her eyes moved around the car park. I could see Bella waiting by my car, her eyes on us as she frowned. "Once our mother finds out he won't have a choice but to go."

"She won't force him, will she?" That seemed a little mean, especially if he didn't want to go in the first place.

"It will be good for him." Alice glanced at Jasper before pulling me into a quick hug. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Allie. Bye Jasper," I called to them both giving them a wave as I dashed down the stairs and rushed over to Bella, grateful she'd unlocked the car and got in when she saw me coming. "Hola, my friend," I greeted, giving her a bright smile.

"Are you going to tell Nana about playing with Edward this morning?"

"Jesus, Bella, why did that sound so dirty coming from your mouth like that?" I teased, laughing as she flushed bright red as she pulled out of the car park.

"Shut up," she grumbled, ducking her head down as I tried to lean forward to look at her.

The weekend came quickly and before I knew it we were cruising down to La Push in Charlie's truck.

According to Bella, Charlie rarely used the truck, mainly using the police cruiser to get around. I had asked Bella why he hadn't offered to let her use it while her beast was getting fixed and she mentioned something about it belonging to his dad before him.

Considering it was his dad's beforehand, it was in perfect condition, even better than Bella's truck.

We pulled up next to a patchwork cabin that I instantly fell in love with. It was adorable and I knew one day I was going to aim to have my own little cabin near the sea.

"Charlie," a man in a wheelchair greeted, a lanky teen boy hovering behind him.

Billy Black and Jacob were just how Bella described.

And Jacob Black was inevitably in love with Bella.

I had to wonder if she knew this but because she was such a bumbling fool - in the nicest way possible - she wouldn't know if it hit her in the face.

"You must be Cora's granddaughter," Billy said to me, a large smile on his face. "You're famous down here in the Reservation."

"I am?"

"Yeah your Nana is sort of the unofficial Nan to us all around here," Jacob said, coming down to greet us. "She takes everyone under her wing at some point."

"Yeah, I can imagine," I muttered, not at all surprised she'd do that.

"I'm Jacob," the boy introduced, lifting his hand out for me to shake.

"Callie, Bella's best friend for all intents and purposes." I gave him a bright smile before turning to Billy. "It's lovely to meet you, Mr Black."

"You British folk are all so polite," Billy teased, giving a polite nod at my greeting. "Billy is fine."

"Shall we head to the bonfire?" Charlie said, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Jake, show the girls to the beach," Billy said to him, gesturing in front of us as he gave Charlie a pointed look.

Jake jumped forward, his long hair blowing behind him as he guided us down a dirt path which I assumed led to the beach.

Sharing a look with an absolute clueless Bella, we followed the lovesick puppy known as Jake.