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Bella glided towards me and stopped when she was about two yards from the piano and I.

"You're pretty good." She smiled her flawless smile.

I shrugged nonchalantly but then she raised an eyebrow and I noticed the smooth arc of her sarcastic expression. It made me chuckle and she sighed theatrically in response.

"So, what's your reason for being here?" I asked. There was a far distance still between us. I tried to close the gap by getting up and walking closer towards her; however, she took a light step back. I silently surrendered by remaining where I was.

"Well, you would probably think that it's because I heard you playing," she glared. "But I am here for something completely unrelated to you!"

This time, I was the one raising the eyebrow.

She pointed to a table on the opposite side of the room; it was stacked with canvas boards. I walked past her to the table; I sensed her stiffen as I went by. The atmosphere of the room was momentarily tense, although it soon recovered.

I picked up one of the boards and I couldn't help but allow my jaw to drop. If Bella was stunning, her art was indescribable. Even close up, they were each perfect in their own way. Some were as smooth as a photograph, and the brush strokes on others fit entirely. Each color complimented the one next to it.

When I tore my eyes from the paintings, I expected everything around me to look monotonous and dull. Of course, that thought was ludicrous because of who was in the room with me. She was studying my expression with those intense topaz eyes. Her pale face framed by her dark hair.

"You are-" I cut off as I thought for a moment, and then smiled. "Alright, I guess."

She laughed and started walking towards the door. "Whatever you say!" she called behind her as she exited.

The next morning, the air around me was full of excitement as I walked from my truck to Calculus. I had almost reached the correct building when I felt a surge of dread wash over me.

"Edward! Wait up!"

Low and behold. Jessica Stanley was running, no more like wobbling, towards me, her face flushed and hair slightly damp from the light rain of an average morning in Forks.

"Hey, Jessica, listen I was just on my way to -," I began.

"Edward! I have so been looking for you for like the longest time!" She squealed.

It took me a second to realize; Jessica and I were almost looking straight at each other, but I was half a foot taller than her. I peered down at her feet and mutely groaned. Her shoes were unbelievably high and it disgusted me that she would wear such footwear to school. We were in Forks, the ground was always wet, and it was easy enough to lose your balance without four-inch footwear.

"Okay, and for what reason have you been looking for me, Jessica?" I sighed in defeat.

"Well Edward, you know that big thing going on this weekend!"

"I'm afraid I don't."

"Yes you do, silly!"

Please let lightning strike me at this moment and then I will have an excuse to end this conversation.

"Jessica, I have to get to Calculus," I exhaled.

"You're no fun, Edward," she frowned but quickly recovered. "There's a dance, and the girls are supposed to ask the guys!"

"Well doesn't that sound fun," I said and I don't think she recognized my sarcasm.

"Will you go with me?" she smiled.

"Sorry, Jessica," I said, trying desperately to sound kind. "I'm not going to the dance, I will be in… Seattle that day," I improvised.

"Can't you go another day?"

"Sorry."

She blushed, her cheeks pink, but her mood improved in seconds.

"Oh okay! Well we will definitely go next time together!" she grinned.

I was confident that she was still convinced I liked her; however, I didn't really care. Jessica Stanley could think whatever she wanted as long as she left me alone.

I was bombarded with many other girls that day. Most of whose names I still cannot recall. I turned down each and every one. Lauren, a close friend of Jessica's seemed very rude and inconsiderate, and she asked me as if I was lucky to be invited by her. I had to try very hard to control my frustration.

Even Angela asked me, though I told her in a true, kind and sincere way that I would not be attending the dance. I suggested that she asked Eric, a boy who usually sat at our lunch table to go with her. I was pleased to see that she followed my advice.

After school, I darted to the arts building and slammed myself into my piano. I played a rapid, angry tune, as I was very aggravated. It took me a long moment to realize that shewas in the room with me once again. My eyes shifted to the other side of the room and Bella was staring right at me, a familiar amused expression in her eyes.

I had felt like she had been laughing at me all day. At lunchtime, I kept feeling her gaze on me and although we didn't talk much in biology, I had an urge the entire time to ask her what her problem was. The thought was very uncharacteristic of me; however, it had been a stressful day and you would think I would be entitled to do something like that in my state of mind.

"What?" I snapped, unable to control myself any longer.

She smirked and strolled towards me, keeping a clear distance as always. I wondered why she always did that.

"Edward Masen, will you go to the dance with me?" She had a very innocent look in her eyes as she said this.

I was so shocked I almost fell off the piano bench but managed to pull myself together. I soon realized what she was doing and could simply glare at her.

"Wow, Edward," she snickered. "If only looks could kill."

I turned around and began playing the piano, pounding on the keys, trying to drown out her laugh. I played and played song after song until I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I don't find much enjoyment in playing sports, aside for the occasional run, but really, who needs it when the same effect could be achieved from the piano?

I hadn't noticed Bella leave. No matter how prominent her presence maybe, I had been overly consumed in my thoughts. When I finally left the arts building, I noticed the sky was even darker than the usual overcast color, so I knew I had been inside for a long time. If the weather in Forks was normal, it would have been about sunset.

The campus seemed deserted as I made my way to my truck, so I was shocked to see a figure leaning against my vehicle.

"Bella, what are you still doing here?" I asked, walking up to her.

With incredible speed she moved behind me.

"How did you do that?" I gasped.

"Never mind that," she said, quickly, looking uneasy, as if she had just made a mistake. "Do you consider us friends, Edward?"

"Yes, I suppose I do," I looked down at her. Her skin almost glowed in the growing darkness and her eyes looked frustrated.

"Well, I just have to warn you," she said, serious. "It's a bad idea."

"Why?" I asked, intrigued.

"I'm too dangerous for you," she stared up at me.

I looked down at her, so small and slender. My 6'2 frame to hers of only about 5'4. She looked like the fragile one. I couldn't help but laugh.

Her expression grew even more somber and I immediately stopped.

"I'm not kidding," she stared at me and slowly turned to walk away. I reached my hand out to grab hers but only brushed her skin.

She wasn't soft and warm, as I had expected.

Her skin was icy and hard as if I had just ran my hand over a granite kitchen counter rather than the most stunning human I had ever seen.

Oh when will Edward find out Bella secret? Under what circumstances will it be? What will happen from there?

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