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IT'S MY ONE YEAR FANFICTION BIRTHDAY ON MONDAY!

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I walked slowly to room number five, glancing around me to direct my thoughts away from what had happened yesterday. I didn't want to think about it.

I wanted my thoughts to be on anything but Edward Cullen, although it seemed the more I tried not to think about him, the more I did.

It was when I got nearer the room did I hear the music.

I looked around at the few people who were walking by too. Didn't they hear it?

It was probably normal to them.

I pushed open the door slightly, wondering if I'd gone to the wrong room.

I looked towards the stage as I walked inside, feeling my eyes widen in shock.

Edward Cullen was on the stage, playing the most beautiful grand piano I'd ever seen. His fingers were moving fast and the gentle chords filtered out to the room.

I stopped walking, my eyes trying to adjust to the sight of him. He seemed gentle and caring, as if the piano was the most delicate instrument on the planet. He watched his hands and his skilful technique. He began to slow down then and I realised it must have been coming to the end of the song. He looked up slightly, glancing at me quickly before looking back down.

He did a double take, looking up at me again and holding my gaze as he finished the melody. I felt myself go red under his scrutiny and I attempted to look away, but I couldn't.

Everything went quiet suddenly and he stopped his hands, holding my gaze for a moment longer.

"Umm..." I tried to speak, "I didn't know you could play piano."

Now I did.

"I'm not all that good at it."

"You're amazing." I shook my head immediately.

He laughed a little, glancing down at the keys, "It's probably my favourite thing to play..."

Yeah he liked to play things, me especially.

I looked down, frowning at myself for that thought. Yeah he was a player, but he seemed so honest and real when he was like this.

"Anyway..." He started again, "We don't have class today."

I frowned, looking up at him again, "We don't?"

He stood up, going to grab his bag, "No. Mr Smith is off sick."

"Oh..." I answered lamely.

"Yeah..." He said awkwardly, moving to the door, "I guess I'll see you later."

I went to walk behind him, speeding up a little, "Edward." I called.

He stalled, halfway out of the door as he turned to me, "Yeah?"

"I..." I shut my eyes for a moment, "Listen I'm sorry about what Alice and Rose said to you... I'm really not even sure what they said. But they shouldn't have... So don't worry."

Would he act normally with me now?

He looked at me for a long moment, staying quiet.

"Edward!" Someone called, and I looked down to see a girl of about my height, with blonde hair and far too much make-up on her face. She slipped under Edward's arm and he glanced down at her, almost surprised.

He smiled then, "Hey you..." He looked back at me distractedly, "Yeah... It doesn't matter anyway. See you later Bella."

I watched him walk away, and my eyes felt like they were about to be burned from my sockets.

I swallowed a little, looking down as I told myself that I didn't care, that it didn't matter.

I walked out of the room, heading towards the main doors and preparing myself to go home and not cry.

"Bella!" I'd recognise Alice's voice anywhere.

I turned around, seeing her come running towards me, smiling wide.

"Hey." I said, smiling a little.

"Hey!" She didn't seem to notice my depression, "I've got notes for you from yesterday! You can copy them up today if you like, seeing as we can go home."

I looked down at her hands, seeing about twenty pages of notes within them.

I smiled brighter, thankful I had something to take my mind off Edward Cullen, "Yes. Thank you!"

She handed me the notes before she began to back off down the corridor, "I gotta go! I'll see you tomorrow!"

I held up my free hand in a wave before I turned to walk outside. I thought about going home, but it would be too quiet.

I walked along 34th street, finding my way to a Starbucks and going inside. I ordered a coffee before I went to sit at a table in the corner. I took out my notepad and slowly started to write the notes out, thankful for the occasional chatter that would surround me and block out distracting thoughts.

When I glanced up it was getting dark. I pulled out my phone, and was surprised to see it was almost dinner time.

I'd get some food on the way home. I only had another page to write, and then I could leave.

I ordered another coffee, but I sat back down to my work.

Someone coughing nearby made me look up curiously.

Edward Cullen was standing by my table, a cup of coffee in his hand and his eyes guarded.

"Hey..." He mumbled quietly.

I blinked, "Umm... Hey..."

"I saw you sitting over here... I'm not distracting you am I?"

Of course you are.

"No. Not at all."

"Do you mind if I take a seat?"

I shook my head, motioning to the seat across from mine, "Go ahead."

He sat down quietly, setting his cup down in front of him, "What are you working on? We don't have homework do we?"

I glanced at the notes quickly before meeting his eyes again, "No... It's the notes from yesterday's class..." I felt my cheeks flood with colour as I remembered him catching me watching him, "I went home sick."

His lips twitched into something of a smirk, "Yeah I suppose I should catch up on them too..."

We stayed quiet for a long moment and I sighed, "Look I'm sorry, if Alice and Rose were horrible to you."

He shook his head, a sad smile forming over his features, "Don't worry... I'm just angry I didn't know the truth."

"The truth?" I watched him as he looked away, "The truth about what?" He didn't answer me, "What did they say to you? Edward?"

Calling his name made him look at me again, "Nothing..."

"Tell me... I hate not knowing things..."

"Their exact words was something like, "She doesn't care, so stop trying. She doesn't want you, so get over it." Or something like that..."

I looked down, "I'm sorry. They shouldn't have said that."

"So it isn't true?" His words were so loud and demanding that I looked up at him quickly, my eyes widening.

"I..." I shook my head before I spoke again, "What's all this about anyway? What does it matter? All we should be worrying about is our performance. You have a girlfriend and I-"

"Sorry what?" He frowned, furrowing his brows, "I have a girlfriend?"

"Ummm... Yes?"

"First I've heard."

"But that girl you were with today..."

He laughed then, shaking his head, "No. Not my girlfriend."

"Oh." I nodded to myself, "Just a bit of fun then."

He frowned, staying quiet.

"What are you trying to figure out Edward?" I sighed, "This is confusing me."

"I'm just trying to... Get to the bottom of it."

"And where am I? Because it feels like I'm at the very top."

"No you're at the bottom."

"And what are you trying to get to that's so important at the bottom?"

"You."

I looked back at him, and his green gaze seemed to burn into mine.

I blinked, trying to stop my thoughts from becoming muddled, "Look... I gotta go." I started to pack up my things, pushing everything into my bag slowly, "I have to get dinner and get home..." I stood up, "I'll see you later."

He got up quickly, and for a second I thought he was going to block my way, "Do you want to get something to eat with me? I haven't eaten either..."

I laughed a little, and thought about refusing his offer, "I doubt you'd like the place I'm going."

"Try me." He smirked.

"Orlandos?" I raised an eyebrow and waited for him to turn his nose up.

Orlandos was a cheap restaurant that sold greasy fries and burgers. But it tasted amazing.

He grinned, "I love that place. Come on."

He moved away from the table and I stared at him in shock for a moment. Was he serious?

He gazed at me, his brows rising, "Aren't you coming?" He laughed then, "I get it. You think I was about to run off screaming, right?"

"Something like that." I mumbled, moving out to stand beside him.

"I'm not as much of an asshole as everyone thinks you know. That's my father's forte."

"You're father's a nice man." I objected as we walked outside into the crisp New York air.

"Yeah, to your face." He mumbled.

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