You hand your paper to the teacher, and he also makes you stand in front of the class. You start to feel bothered by this, but you still try to do it in a good way, because they don't know you have been doing this all day and they still want to know you.
You feel a little shy, because Edward seems more interested than the rest of the class, which they already are paying a lot of attention.

"Tell us about yourself, Miss Swan" the professor pushes you.

"Well... so far, I know that you guys have heard about me before I arrived. I'm the Chief of Police's daughter, Isabella Swan. I prefer to be called Bella, because my family and friends back home have called me that since I was a little girl. I like classic literature, music-"

"What kind of music? What are your favorite books?" Edward interrupts. Everyone stares at him, as if he has never talked before.
"Let's wait for the questions at the end of her speech, shall we?" says the teacher.
"No, no... its ok" you say "I was running out of things to say, thanks. I really like Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, A Midnight Summer Dream... The Bronte Sisters, Don Quijote de la Mancha, 100 years of solitude. As for the music, I really like Jazz in cold weathers, which I guess I'll like Jazz all year long in here..." you pause because the room laughs. "I like classical music as well... except for Beethoven. I don't like him. He's way too depressing and/or aggressive."

"What's your favorite thing about classical music?" Edward asks.
"The strings... with emotion. I'm a romantic, as you can tell. Violins on vibrato, the cello as the main character, Im all for powerful strings in an orchestra.

But piano... piano does not need a partner. It is everything by itself. It is it's own orchestra"

The introduction turned into an interrogatory between Edward and you, until the professor cuts you off to start class, but the bell rings.
Everyone seemed annoyed at Edward, and you hear someone murmur a curse at him, but they greet you while they exit the class.

You walk to Edward as he wears his bag. "You annoyed the class" you say between laughs. He just smiles.
"I don't mind, I was curious."

You laugh and shake your head, amused by how little he cared how he made a whole room of people to despise him.
You both walk to the parking lot, and you find it odd how he wanted to know everything about you in front of 30 people but he wouldn't ask a thing alone with you. He remained silent while you both walked, which you didn't mind, but you also want to know about him.

"So" you start "Rosalie is into cars, Alice is into fashion; but I couldn't get what the Cullen boys were into. Now that I have the chance... What is your thing?"
He smiles. "Music".
"You play something?"
He smiles and looks away, biting his cheeks to hide a smile. "Piano".
"Really? That's amazing! Can I hear you play?"
"Sure... I can play something when we get home."
You both get in the Volvo and wait for the rest of his siblings to get there.
Edward takes his phone and plugs the aux cord, looks for a song and plays it.
"I composed this" he says.
The music is exquisite. Calm, mysterious and soothing... like himself.
You feel as if you could melt into the seat, you love every second of it.
After two minutes, you sigh.
"It's amazing" you smile.
Weirdly, Edward exhales a relief sigh, as if he was expecting your approval.
Someone so impressive as himself wouldn't want anyone's opinion... let aside their approval.

Suddenly, his phone begins to ring. He answers, annoyed, as if he already knew what he was going to listen.
"Hello?... Jasper, we're waiting here in the car. What? Hand her over... Alice! What are you-? Alice. Ughh!"
Edward keeps his phone into his pocket
"They are going to do some homework at someone's house, so we have to go home ourselves."
He seems annoyed, and you start to think that maybe it annoys him to be the daycare man, the one who has to deal with the silly neighbor who doesn't have her own house keys.
But suddenly, he turns to face you, his eyes filled with preoccupation.
"I really hope this isn't a problem for you"

You want to soothe his worry, but he is someone you just met, so you play it off.
"Of course not! lets go. I really want to hear you play!"