Disclaimer: I do not own "Twilight" or any of the recognizable characters. Also I obviously do not own "Pride and Prejudice."

Also, this may very slightly from the plot of Pride and Prejudice, but I still hope you enjoy.


Chapter 3

Last Time: Right when I was about to respond I was saved by the bell dismissing us from lunch. I quickly packed up everything said a quick bye to Alice and headed to Biology.

EPOV

Before I could hear her response the bell rang. Dang. I don't know what it is about her, I have never had a girl talk to me the way she does. It's like I have to know what she is thinking.

I slowly made my way to Biology. I she has such beautiful brown eyes with specs of green. I just can't get them out of my mind. I have to. There is no way I could possibly…my thoughts were cut short as I walked into the classroom. Sitting at a desk with the only empty seat is the most intriguing girl I have ever met.

As I thought and a part of me hoped, I was assigned to sit next to her. I could tell she stiffened as I approached, I wonder why. As I sat down she looked up at me, my breath caught in my throat as her beautiful eyes bore into me. I could barley move; the only response I could muster is a slight head nod, which she returned then faced back to the front of the room.

I am such an idiot, I couldn't even say hello. I was taught better than this. I can speak to foreign dignitaries and many other important people, but a simple girl I can't even muster a hello.

Trying to keep my composure I didn't even move the entire class period other than to take notes.

As soon as the bell rang she just packed up her stuff and left without even saying a word to me. Just then I got bombarded.

"Hello, Edward." A blonde girl who looked entirely too hyper said. "Oh, I mean prince. Which do you prefer?" She asked I think trying to start some sort of conversation with me. I noticed all of her friends standing off to the side whispering and giggling in our direction.

I had to refrain from rolling my eyes so I remained as stoic as possible with my response. "Edward would be fine. Will you excuse me I must be off to class," I said as I hurried out the door.

As I left the classroom I ran into Rosalie, great. "Hi Edward." She said with her nose turned slightly up. I wonder if she has any problems with her neck. I shook off the thought as she continued to speak.

"I cannot we are forced to be here with these, these, people. They are so unmannered. I feel lower just by association. Don't you think that England so much more refined than this place?"

I was unsure how to respond. She is always trying to find some reason to talk to me and to hang on to me. I really hope she finds some other fascination and soon. All I did was nod slightly trying to get those beautiful brown eyes out of my head.

It would not due to fall for her. I mean what would my family think? What would England think? Its not even a possibility so I shouldn't even be thinking this.

"Don't you agree Edward?" Rosalie asked.

I have no idea what she is talking about; my only response was to nod.

I just tried to get those eyes out of my mind. The rest of the day that is all I could think about.

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BPOV

I was frustrated as I lay down on my bed after a long day of classes. I cannot believe what an arrogant jerk that Edward is.

Right in the middle of my self-imposed rant about the arrogant Edward Alice came in so excited. She had the goofiest smile on her face.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I can't believe how sweet he is." She replied.

"Who? Oh wait, I know, Jasper. So what happened to put that goofy grin on your face?"

"He asked me out. We're going out on Friday night. I can't believe it I am so excited."

"That's great! Where are you going? What are you going to do?" I asked extremely excited for my beautiful sister.

"Well, I think that we are just going to go out to get something to eat." Her smile faltered slightly.

"What is it?"

"I don't know why, I am just so nervous I can't help it."

"It will be fine, Jasper is a great guy. Just be yourself and he will love you." She smiled and we hugged.

The week flew by Edward was reserve and haughty as usual. I don't care, he is just going to go back to England and find someone deserving. I smiled, kind of like Rosalie, he deserves someone as stuck up as he is.

After classes Alice was nervous getting ready for her date.

"So what are you going to do while I'm out with Jasper?" Alice asked with a smile that she has had plastered on her face all week.

"Oh, I don't know I think I will read or I might go over to that new gallery that is opening up tonight. It has been a while since I have seen really good art. I might call Angela and go with her."

"That sounds like fun."

Later that night I found myself with Angela at the Westwood Gallery on Broadway in downtown New York looking at some of the most powerful photographs about the civil rights movement I have seen in person.

We were enjoying ourselves walking around and admiring the artwork. I spent a long time studying a particularly stunning and moving piece called, "No Man is an Island," its photograph of demonstrators being sprayed down by fire hoses.

I did not avert my eyes as I spoke to Angela. "Don't you think that this one is particularly moving?"

"What is it about the mistreatment of people do you find moving?" I realized that it was not Angela and as I snapped my head in the direction of the silky smooth deep voice that it was in fact Edward.

"What no entourage tonight?' I snapped at him.

He just gave me a funny look. "Why don't you just answer my question?" he asked.

"I am not one of those people who will do what ever you say, this is a free country." I retorted.

His face visibly softened and I think his voice got a little deeper as he spoke, "It was not a demand merely a request. I honestly would like to know what you think about this photograph. I mean you've been staring at it for quite some time now."

His deep silky voice mixed with his British accent just got to me and I caved. "Well, it shows the force and the power that was fighting against a people. Trying to hold them back but they just kept moving forward. They were not deterred and in the end came out victorious against seemingly impossible obstacles. Nothing is perfect and there are still many struggles that are being fought today still, but are winning the fight."

He just starred at me for several minutes. For the first time I was able to really look at him. It was the first time I took the time to look at him. He has brown hair almost a bronze color. His eyes are piercing green; his chiseled features look almost perfect. I never realized how attractive he really is, no wonder girls swoon. They must not have ever tried to carry a conversation with him, I have been sorely disappointed, all we do when we talk is argue. He is always trying to find something wrong with me.

"You know," Edward spoke breaking into my thoughts, "I think that you are right. Its shows more than people getting sprayed with a fire hose, it represents an entire struggle."

For the first time I was speechless. He actually agreed with me.

"What did you think about the photograph called, "Writing on the Wall?"

"I haven't gotten to that one yet."

"Let's go take a look at it." He said as he put his hand on my back and guided me to the photograph he was talking about. I felt a little uneasy with him being so close but I didn't argue.

Once we were standing in front of it he asked, "So what do you think?"

I did not respond right away as I studied the photograph. "I think that you did not answer my earlier question."

He quirked his head to the side as he gazed down at me, "what question is that?"

"Where is your entourage tonight? I mean no body guards, or girls hanging on you… things like that."

He smiled suppressing a small laugh, "I try to travel as inconspicuously as possible."

I believe that is the first time I have seen him smile. He has a great smile, he should use it more often.

"Does that really work?"

He shrugged, "yes, for the most part. There is the occasional photographer that will noticed me, but it is usually not too drastic especially being here. It is like a vacation compared to England. There I am bombarded every time I step out of my house."

"That must be hard."

"Sometimes, yes." He paused for a minute before speaking again. "Don't you ever wish that you could be someone else or that your life could be different just for a day?"

"I think that everyone has felt that at some point in their life. I know that I have felt that way about Alice. I mean she seems so perfect and beautiful, sometimes I wish I were her for a day. I wouldn't be so opinionated and outspoken. But that is who I am and I am happy with that. I guess everyone needs to find what it is about themselves that makes them happy and accept who they are."

I could tell that he was thinking about what I said. I did not think that he could be an actual person. He always seemed like such a robot and arrogant person. I guess being raised as a prince would do that to you.

He let out a breath that I didn't know that he was holding. "I suppose you are right. We just need to be happy with who we are. I just wish that I could get a break sometimes."

For the first time since I met him, Edward seemed like he was a nice guy.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, maybe not to the same extent as you, but still."

He turned his gaze from the photograph that he had been studying during our conversation, "Do you want to get out of here? Go get something to eat or something?"

I looked around nervously, not sure how to answer. I mean we were actually having a conversation rather than an argument, which I was enjoying for a change.

"I would, but I came with Angela and I can't exactly leave…" I said trailing off as I was looking for her.

"I think that she is over there with Ben." Edward said as he pointed behind us across the gallery.

"How do you know who he is?"

He looked sheepishly at me, which I do not want to admit is kind of cute. "Well," he said as he ran his hand through his messy hair, "he is kind of my chaperone."

I had to laugh, "You have a chaperone?"

"Yes, I have to, you know for security reasons."

I was still laughing, but not quite so hard anymore. "How do you expect to leave without him if he is supposed to be with you? Won't he get in trouble if you leave without him knowing?"

"Well I was sort of hoping that you could help me with that."

I looked at him skeptically. Then I decided to place my hand on my cheek and feign a southern accent, "Why Mr. Mason, you need help from poor little old me?"

This got a laugh. He has a very musical laugh that I think I quite enjoy. "Yes, that is exactly what I am doing."

"What is it that need me to do exactly?"

"Just go over there and ask Angela could get a ride home because you want to leave early, or tell her Jane needed something and you have to leave. It looks like they are rather enjoying each other's company so I do not think that Ben will have a problem."

"What are you going to do about getting away from Ben?"

"Good point, I should have thought this through…" Edward said trailing off as he thought about a solution.

"You know what," I said, "let me handle this, just be ready to leave in a minute."

"What are you going to do?"

"Patients is a virtue." I answered as I walked towards Angela and Ben.

I came back to the awaiting Edward moments later. "All taken care of, lets go." I said as I started walking to the door.

"Wait how did you do that?" Edward asked catching up to me.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out." I said in a singsong voice.

He just chuckled as he replied, "I do not think that anyone has ever said that to me before."

"Well you have now. And if we go get something to eat do not expect me to give in to your "requests" as you would put them."

He chuckled again, "I wouldn't dream of it."



A/N: There is a link in my profile of the gallery and the exhibit that is mentioned in this story.

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