Author's note: so I think these are pretty dumb. Like actually I hate myself for saying this because I feel like a poser and an attention whore but legit: this is my first fanfiction. I would appreciate feedback from anyone that would like to grace me with his or her opinions. thanks. that's all.

The night air was much cooler than the bounce house. Edward walked me to the cooler there I found god. I reached in the ice water and pulled out a Diet Coke. Edward raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Yes, I'm well aware it causes cancer, but so does living in a city or using plastic in a hot car. At least I'll be happy.

Edward Cullen- I learned his full name- was exactly what a gentleman should be. He opened doors for me, and got me a new can of unopened Diet Coke after I had finished mine. I flushed scarlet and batted my eyelashes, my lame and inept attempt at flirting.

I watched as his hand ran through those copper tangles of windblown hair. It was much too perfect to have just been wrestling with me.

Edward told me about his brothers and sisters. They were all adopted by the famous Carlisle Cullen. Carlisle and Charlie had worked together with victims of various crimes and Charlie help and unwavering respect for him. His wife, Esme, was the Martha Stewart/ Betty Crocker of Forks. Anyone that had been to school in the last year could name at least one thing Mrs. Cullen had signed up for. She was the official dance planner, football, cheerleader mom. As I talked to him, I began piecing together all the amazing things that made Edward Cullen- star quarterback, loving brother, loyal friend- into a real human being: tangible, opaque, sturdy.

But much like Cinderella, my ball had come to a close. It was almost eleven pm. The party was getting loud and rowdy. Charlie or his friends would be called due to a noise complaint. This place will be busted, and my ass grounded if he saw me here (sober or not). So I told Edward I had to get home and go to bed. He smiled and asked me to stay. For a moment I considered. Edward, a cute boy that could actually be interested in me, was asking me to stay with him even if it was only for a few hours.

Just then Tanya and her posse walked through the gaping front door. To say that they were similar to the Plastics in mean girls would be giving them too much credit. They came from regular homes and were popular because everyone believed they were. And what is popularity if not the ability to control what others thought of you? Tanya was not a nice girl. She had bleach blonde hair and a knife-like tongue; it was sharp and powerful. Tanya walked with an air of confidence limited to only people with the ego needed to think they are a god on earth. She was like the Kanye West of Forks; rich and conceited. Tanya hated me. She was smart. But when I came to Forks High, I quickly became a teacher favorite due to my quiet nature and ability to tailor my answers to please every requirement expected. What can I say? When you don't like attention, you don't draw it to you by failing the class. And yet Tanya hated competition and fiercely attacked people that threatened her position.

So as she walked through the door, glamorously followed by her platinum-haired minions, I squeezed myself against the wall and scooted out.

I shut the door of my truck with enough force to shake off some rusted off paint. I plugged my phone into the audio jack (my only demand was to buy a new radio with a place for my phone to play music). As my car revved to life, the spoken poetry of a local band drifted calmly from one speaker (the other was busted).

I drove home with a giddy smile, thinking about my conversation with Edward. I crawled into my bed, music now filling my ears from the over-the-ear headphones, dissecting every word he said to me.

One thing was clear: I had flirted with a guy, and he responded (positively- an important distinction).