AN: Shh...Don't tell anyone I'm doing this! The acting supervisor is a total BIOTCH!
That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Thirty-Two
BPOV
I sat staring out the window as Esme fussed over my hair.
Tonight was the stupid tenth grade dance, and unfortunately, I agreed to attend with Tyler Crowley.
Yippy-kye-fucking-yay!
Honestly, I don´t even know why I said yes in the first place.
Okay, Bella, yes you do! My conscience said, calling bullshit.
Okay, maybe I did know, but that didn´t mean that I had to fucking like it!
I´m so fucking stupid!
Clearly, I felt more for Edward than he felt for me!
He probably still saw me as the silly little kid that used to follow him around like some sick little puppy dog all the time.
And sadly, he probably always would!
I was fucking pathetic!
Especially if I ever thought that Edward would see me as anything more than just some stupid kid with a crush!
Satisfied with her work, Esme handed me my shawl and proceeded to usher me out of the door.
God, will this night ever fucking end? I thought for the hundredth time in as many minutes.
Tyler had grown tired of me refusing to dance with him and had since moved on to the next victim. He was now grinding up against that slut, Lauren Mallory.
Good riddance, I say, especially since his breath smelled like week old bologna!
And I don´t mean Oscar Meyer either, it reeked of some off brand that sold for under two dollars!
Much to my dismay, Esme had volunteered to be one of the chaperones, so I was stuck in this hell hole until the end.
Oh fucking joy!
Just as the DJ announced the last song of the night, I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
Christ, can´t you idiots take a fucking hint?
I don´t want to dance goddamn it!
No fucking thank you!
Preparing myself to lash out at yet another poor unsuspecting fool, I spun in my chair and nearly hit the floor.
There, standing right in front of me, dressed in a pair of low-rise jeans, and a baby blue dress shirt, un-tucked, and with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a dark blue skinny tie, was the man of my dreams.
He looked absolutely drool-worthy!
All I could do was sit there slack-jawed, staring.
How?
When?
Question after question ran unanswered through my mind while I continued to drink him in.
The spell was broken when Edward´s velvety smooth voice asked, "Ms. Isabella Marie Swan, may I have this dance?"
Hell fucking yes!
Without waiting for a response, Edward took my hand and guided me to the center of the room. I could literally feel every eye in the place on me. Not one to usually garner attention, tonight, I basked in it. Boys and girls alike stood staring in our direction, trying to figure out who my mystery older man was.
Laying my head directly over Edward´s heart, I allowed him to lead me around the dance floor.
In that very moment, two things became crystal clear to me. One, Edward Cullen was one hell of a dancer, and two, no matter where he led, I'd always follow.
Each your heart out bitches!
WHAT DID YOU THINK? OUR LITTLE BELLA HAS DEVELOPED A 'POTTY MOUTH'! WONDER HOW EDWARD WILL LIKE THAT! LEAVE ME SOME LOVE! BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN!
KRAZI
XOXO