Chapter 20: Prom
Why? Why? How did it come to this?
"Please, don't do this," I begged.
"I'm sorry, Bella," Edward grimaced.
"Edward, no!" I cried. But it was already too late.
He bought the ticket. And now, we had to go to the prom.
"You're overreacting, Bella," he laughed, "It's just a dance."
"Do you or do you not see what I'm wearing?" I pointed to my feet, "These are screaming deathtraps! Just dancing for other people is a death sentence for me!"
"Stop worrying, Bella," he said as he led me into the gym.
Sure, sure. He was a talented vampire. Nothing to worry about. I was a fragile human wearing blue two-inch-high heels, stockings –obviously to hide my scars, a blue dress that reached my knees, a yellow sweater, and a brace on my arm.
Of course, there was something to worry about!
We walked over to the Cullens' table, where all the beautiful –stunningly beautiful –vampires were.
"Hey, Edward," Alice greeted, "Hi, Bella."
"Alice…" I grumbled, looking down at my heels. "Are you trying to get me killed?"
"No, I was preventing you from being a walking fashion disaster. I mean, who wears jeans to a prom?"
"Sensible people," I glared.
"You'll see," Alice smiled, "You'll thank me for this someday."
Someday. But not now. Definitely not now. Preferably not ever.
Edward led me to the dance floor. It was a slow song. I guessed it would be safe enough… If I didn't move.
"Please, Edward, be reasonable," I pleaded again, "I can't dance."
"But I can."
"So how does this work?" I asked.
"Just keep your arms around my neck," he smiled.
I did so. Then we were twirling, my feet were off the ground.
"Oh no…" I whimpered.
"I'm holding you," he said. He stopped; my feet were still off the ground by a foot.
"I'm getting dizzy," I told him. He laughed at me.
"I can actually tell when you're lying now," he smiled.
"Dang," I rolled my eyes.
Suddenly, he stiffened. A large crease appeared on his forehead.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Jacob Black."
What? Where?
Oh. He was walking towards us. But how could I not miss him? He was six feet tall!
"Hey, Bella," he smiled. "Edward…" he hesitated on his name, "Do you mind if I cut in?"
Edward just passed me to him. We were a bit awkward. All we did was just move side to side.
"You look pretty tonight," he remarked.
"Thanks," I blushed.
Awkward silence.
"So, what're you doing here, Jacob?" I asked.
"Would you believe me if I said my dad paid me fifteen bucks to come?" he smiled.
I chuckled, "Uh huh. So, are you at least having fun?"
"It's not so bad, I guess…"
"You need to tell me something, don't you?" I guessed.
"Well..." he hesitated.
"C'mon, Jacob. Just tell me. You need that fifteen dollars to buy parts for your Rabbit don't you?"
"But it's horrible."
"I promise I won't get mad at you."
He bit his lip. "My dad wants you to break up with your boyfriend."
I laughed. "Tell him thanks for his concern. But I'll be fine."
"There's something else," he frowned, "But it's worse."
"It's okay, Jacob," I smiled.
"Well… this is his plural, not mine. He says, 'We'll be watching you.'"
I laughed again as he used his fingers to make air quotes.
"Jacob, you should know that I'm tired of getting mad anymore. So…"
Then Edward came back.
"Bye, Bella. Edward," Jacob walked away.
"Bye, Jake," I called.
I turned to look at Edward. He had a serious look on his face.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't be mad at Billy, okay? He's just worried about me."
"It's his son that's irritating me."
"Oh… But why? Don't kill the messenger."
"He called you 'pretty.' That's practically an insult with how you look tonight."
My lips pressed into a hard line, and my forehead creased. Edward was not stingy when it came to compliments. And he's biased.
"Edward…" I placed my head against his chest.
"Yes?"
"I'm the luckiest person alive right now," I told him.
I realized that. To be with the image of perfection, was such affluence.
"Then I'm the happiest man to have ever existed," he wrapped his arms around me.
He leaned down to kiss me. I was the happiest that I had ever been.
I'm making a sequel! Twilight Remix! Who wants to read it?