A/N The lower half of this chapter resembles the First Sight from Twilight somewhat. I tried to make it as close as possible considering that Edward's a human and whatnot. but I think it's really cool. I love how something in Twilight and something in Son of a Mob fit together, you'll see what I mean in later chapters! okay, well here you go!-

The weekend passed very miserably and dully, but I'll spare you guys the dreadful details.

Except that I got invited to play at a symphony, special guest as main pianist. I didn't mention that I'm pretty excellent if I do say so myself on that particular instrument. I have a ... not a baby grand piano, but a grand piano straight from Europe. Crazy I know. It's the only thing that I actually accepted as a 'gift' (or in other terms: a keep -your -mouth -shut- and- you- can- keep- it deal)

It all started when I was eight, when I found out I had a real knack for the piano. The Uncles all laughed saying that is sissy of me. So I kept my obsession quiet for a couple of years. I said I was going to karate or football practice, when really I headed to the music store and played some of the songs in the books they had for sell there. By the time I was eleven, the store moved to a larger location and I could play most of the Mozart and a little of the Bach on their larger selection of pianos. Like I said, I have a knack.

But my cover got blown when Uncle Caius and some of his cronies came in there to pick up a replica of an ancient chuffer for some job they had. I was thirteen at the time.

Boy, the looks on their faces when they saw me playing Moonlight Sonata without looking on the sheet was... ridiculing.

I tried to pretend not to know them for a while... they actually left me alone.

But when I got home they guys started to make fun of me again humming Fur Elise and what not. Esme had no idea what was going on and probably the heat was getting everybody, what with the Uncles humming loudly the tunes of the classics. Which, I have to admit, I'm surprised they knew that much.

Somewhere during dinner, the subject was brought up that I wasn't at rugby practice, I was playing the piano. Esme thought it was wonderful. Not that I lied, but that I could play. She was so happy. Probably because ... well, I don't really know, but she's been the most supportive of it.

(When the guys found out Esme was so glad for me, they backed off a little and smelled their food before eating it for a week)

I did get punished for lying to them for around four years. I'm not a spoiled brat like some might think. The punishment was I actually did have to take karate, and football, and rugby and all that jazz for a month.

My grades in school went down considerably. I barely had time to think and sometimes I would miss school all together... rugby is all fun and games until someone knocks the living daylights out of you. But who in my family cares about grades? (They do care... to an extent)

But while I was walking back from football practice I saw Uncle Caius... well let's just say teaching a guy a lesson about closed fists... on closer inspection this guy was a cop. Yes, a cop. Let me tell you, cop's don't like lessons on closed fists.

Caius saw me standing there with my shoulder-pads and dropped the guy. Apparently his identity was still unknown, but there was a big cash reward for anyone who had an idea who it was.

And that's the reason why there is now a grand piano predominating my 30' x 35' bedroom. As I said before, it was a 'gift' from Uncle Caius.

I didn't care if it was a keep-quiet gift, I loved that piano. I still do. I usually, play it when I'm bored and just want to be by myself and get away from the ciaos that is my family.

It's a great tool to shed my emotions out. I could play for hours and it would feel like only thirty minutes.

Anger, zealous, sympathy, sadness, frustration, loneliness, confusion, mystery. There is all ways a song to match what I'm feeling. And yes, there is the occasional happy song that I play rarely. (Like the enchanting song I made up after my horrendous soccer game on Friday.)

Which brings me back to the weekend. Some dude in a suit approached me. I was cautious around him because the feds like to dress nice.

But it turns out that he was from the east coast symphony and had heard of me in school papers, (which is not a good thing. Publicity of any kind is very unwanted in my family) But I accepted.

Carlisle didn't fully agree with me but this was my decision, how many seventeen year olds get the opportunity to be a guest lead instrumentalists?

The dude also said some other prodigal teens in the area were going to be showcased as well. A violinist named Frank somebody, a horn/trumpet thingy, with the name of... Ingrid Stynish and a singer, whose name I can't remember. Iza.. Izadore Quon I think. Well, it doesn't matter.

Any who, Monday finally came around. I almost forgot about my anxiety to get to school to see the new girl again because I lost myself in my new music I had to practice.

But when I did remember the same zealous anticipation returned to find and talk to the new girl again.

I wonder what classes she took... I wonder if we had the same lunch... I wonder if she even remembers me... I wonder if she is wondering about me too... I wonder if I'm going crazy with all this wondering about a girl!

I've never been one of the ladies man types. Sure, I was good looking. Sure, every time I passed by a group of girls in the hallway they started giggling... so why am I having so much trouble in extracting a vicarious relationship for Jacob... I guess it's my family record that precedes me. Or I'm the type of guy that girl's dream of but never actually think possible to date... or maybe I'm just really conceited. I am... just a little. Definitely not as much as Uncle Rosalie, who would rather check herself out in her compact mirror than check the mirror in the car...

Or maybe the girls are just giggling because I'm wired and geeky like I know I really am.

Hey, I'd rather be a dork and a jock. Because while their good life ends right after high school, dorks only begin and could probably someday rule the world. Emmett just hasn't figured that out yet.

Either way, I was somewhat obsessed with seeing Bella again. And it's probably the creepy stalker type obsessed. I tried to control this urge but it just keeping breaking out again. But I think it stopped when Jacob came up to me and said,

"So, whose next?"

"What do you mean?"

"What girl are we gonna date next? Come on Edward my love life is a very serious thing and not to be taken lightly. So, whose are next target"

At this I wanted to slam his face into the stairwell, and kick him out side and do things to him that only Emmett and the equally or even more violent Uncle Jasper could think of.

How could he think of that? I mean, Bella... Bella is mine!

And just because I thought she was a nice girl, I would lay low for a while and not get mixed in with her.

It would be hard, but with my criminal family, my crude best friend, and my dorkiness, she would be better off without me. Much better off.

I walked into the cafeteria at lunch, a bit disappointed that I still hadn't seen Bella yet. I hadn't seen her but whispers all around the school were going around about her.

"Have you seen the new girl? I think her names Isabella Swan?"

Or

"Isabella, the new girl, has two classes with me! I can't wait to find out if she's in my other classes."

Or even.

"That new girl Isabella is a babe! She's so hot. Let's make a bet. Whoever can shag her fir..."

I tuned that one out.

I cringed each time I heard them say 'Isabella'. I wanted to scream back at them, "It's Bella you idiot."

And the last comment made my blood curdle.

Jacob was trying to decipher my weird mood-swings as a pile of lumpy mash-potatoes got plopped onto my tray.

"Yum." I muttered as Jake and I sat down at our usual table, far away from everybody else and closest to the exit in case of 'emergency'. Then I can escape without too much notice.

I started fiddling with my food not feeling the need to consume it. The picture of the librarian in my mashed potatoes was really starting to look like something that should be thrown out immediately when Jake taped me on my shoulder.

"Dude... Edward... it's... it's," He stutter but I cut him off.

"I'm busy Jake," I said mindlessly.

He pouted and shrugged as he went back to his pizza, but he occasionally looked off at one of the tables.

A few seconds later, "Edward..."

I shrugged him off.

"It's... it's the... what's the new girls name?... Isabella right?"

I grimaced. "No, it's Bella."

"Same thing."

"No... It's not." I said still staring at my work of art.

"Well, whatever, but if you want to know she is looking right at me." Jacob said smugly.

"What?" I looked at him. "She's in the room?"

He nodded.

I snapped my head around to the exact table Bella was sitting at. I just saw a girl say the word 'Edward'.

I stared at the other girl for a second, then I figured out she's talking to Bella about me and my eyes slid over to that beautiful face that I recognize from Friday night.

They both blushed and turned away from me, embarrassed that I caught them looking at me.

"Dude!!" Jake moaned. "You scared 'em off. I almost had them!"

"Jacob." I shook my head. " They weren't looking at you. They were looking at me."

"Oh... we'll why would they do that?"

"The eternal question continues."

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