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And this does start out like Twilight with a twist, but later on it will be so different because I'm making the whole plot different from Twilight, so expect some surprises soon!

Bella POV

"Alright class, settle down!" Ms. Patcher announced while clapping her hands. The room fell silent and she glided into the middle of the room, wearing a long, flowy red skirt and a black long-sleeved shirt. "Okay, today we're going to start the Waltz."

Every girl in the room let out a soft "aw" and a squeal while the guys just rolled their eyes.

"I just love dancing all delicately like that!" Angela gushed while batting her long eyelashes at a guy named Ben.

I however, was the only girl who actually scowled. The Waltz? No doubt I'd be dying of embarrassment. Although I did know the basic steps. Before my mother relapsed, she and Phil got engaged and she had me take ballroom so I could be able to dance in the wedding. Of course after the first week she got sick again and the wedding never happened. Trying to ballroom dance again made my heart ache for the one person I couldn't have. I used to watch her and Phil dance together in the house sometimes. She was so graceful and elegant the way she'd move up and down with each step, their bodies moving like the waves in an ocean.

I wished I could be more like her. More beautiful, more graceful, more outgoing, just more everything. She was so unordinary and always stood out, people always wanted to get to know her; whereas I blended in. I was forgotten easily and ignored even more.

"Bella, are you crying?"

I jerked back into reality and realized Mike was watching me in concern. I quickly dabbed at the small tear running down my cheek and fake smiled.

"Yeah, sure. Just...thinking," I answered lamely.

"She's not thatspectacular to watch," Jessica snorted, motioning towards Ms. Patcher as she danced the basics for us.

She stopped suddenly. "Alright, so those are the steps and now to demonstrate how they look once they are perfected, would Mr. and Miss Cullen please come up?"

All eyes shifted immediately to the models in the corner. The tiny sister looked pleased and slightly happy, but Edward kept his eyes straight and jaw locked. Obviously he didn't want to demonstrate.

"Do they always demonstrate?" I asked Angela. She nodded. "They are like professional ballroom dancers, I swear to God. So Ms. Patcher has them demonstrate every dance for us."

Edward took his sister's hand and twirled her in a circle before they took up positions. Their statures were tall and elegant, his head held straight with hers slightly to the left. Ms. Patcher turned on some music and they immediately started on the simple box-step.

Ms. Patcher started counting lightly to herself, and they stayed with the counts in perfect timing. Then they took off into the most complicated Waltz I'd ever seen. They rose up and down in unison, perfect contentment covering their faces. So Edward liked dancing, that much was obvious. Then he leaned her back and they spun around and around. I couldn't help but cock my head in wonder. They were so beautiful together.

The music stopped and they bowed to each other before taking up their corner again. I swear Ms. Patcher wiped a tear.

"Oh, that was just marvelous!" she gushed. The room broke into a crappy applause. "Okay everyone, partner up!"

Mike crept next to me and bowed. "Will you dance with me?"

I peered over at Jessica. She stood with her arms folded and pouted. I bit my lip in apology and took his hand. Jessica stomped off to ask a cute kid with a brown shag.

"I think you made Jessica mad," I said, watching as the guy was totally checking her out, but she was glaring at our reflection in the mirror.

"Whatever. She'll get over it. It's your first day," he said, as if they made it okay. We got into position and started doing the box-step. We only took two steps before I screwed up and stepped on his foot. "Shoot. I'm sorry. I really suck at this."

Mike just laughed and pulled me closer so our bodies were touching. I blushed even though I didn't want to be that close to him. Throughout the whole dance, Mike kept pulling me closer until the front of our bodies were molding together. I kept trying to pull away, but he was too strong.

"Uhm, I think we're too close," I said, biting my lip. "No, this is perfect," he said, pulling me even closer. Edward and his sister spun by us at that moment and my eyes locked with his. They were still tense, but there was a tiny smirk on his face, like he had been watching me struggle the whole time. I tried to glare, but my face was frozen in wonder.

~.~

When the bell finally rang, I booked it out of class to avoid Mike Newton and his awkward embraces. I could hear Jessica calling after me, but quite frankly I could have cared less. I didn't need friends. I could make it through the next year and a half just find without them. It's not like I planned on living here. I just wanted to graduate and get back to Arizona. I'd give anything for the hot sun beating down my back right now; to be surrounded by cactuses and convertibles. I wanted the baking heat. Instead I stared up at the gray sky and shuddered. Light rain began to fall for the hundredth time today. I wrapped my arms tigher around myself and hurried faster to my car.

"I don't know why you're making such a big deal! You did fine!"

"Fine? Are you kidding me? I almost ruined everything! We can't stay here!"

The voices sounded like bells, like a perfect harmony. I turned to see where they were coming from. It was Edward and his tiny sister. They were walking, huddled, obviously unaware that I could hear them. I slowed my pace.

"Edward, please. Just breathe in some fresh air. I'm sure you're over reacting."

"Alice, stop trying to persuade me. I know what I'm in over my head, okay? Trust me."

They got out of ear range by then, making their way over to a shiney, brand new Volvo. He got in the drivers seat and Alice got in the passenger. The rest of his family came too, but they got inside a bright red BMW parked right next to it. Should have guessed they were wealthy. I turned to face my rust bucket and sighed in dispair. They were clearly a very dramatic family. But I got the strange sensation they were talking about me. But then I realized that was very egotistical of me and shook it off.

I drove to the tiny grocery store, the only one in town, and sighed as the rain started to pour. Since I had no athletic abilities, I didn't even try to run inside. In fact the storm got so loud that you could hear it perfectly from the inside of the store. I steered my cart from aisle to aisle and picked up random little things, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't get Edward out of the my head. The way he looked at me was so strange. It looked like he wanted to eat me. Shivers ran down my back, from the cold or from the strange looks I didn't know.

~.~

When I finally got home, I saw a strange car parked in front of the house. I got out of my own car and saw that it was Mike Newton, getting out of his beat up Corolla. He waved enthusiastically.

"Dammit," I muttered under my breath. Couldn't he just leave me alone?

"What are you doing here, Mike?" I called, shielding the rain from my eyes with my hand.

He was waving something in his hand....a book maybe?

"You looked upset after class! You ran outside so quick I couldn't catch you," he said, finally reaching me.

I folded my arms awkwardly. If he touched me, I would slug him. I swear it.

"Sorry."

His happy expression wasn't even hindered. "You left this," he said, holding out my English book. I took it from his hands, trying to avoid contact, and hugged it to my chest.

"That's, that was really nice."

That only made Mike grin bigger. "Yeah, well I knew you'd be upset if you left it. We have that assignment due tomorrow and all."

I kept switching balances on my right and left foot. Right. Left. Right. Left.

"Well...uhm...thanks?"

Why wasn't he leaving?

"Actually, that was a decoy. I had alternate motives," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. I nodded. Oh God. Please.

"You did?"

Ugh, just walked right into it.

He nodded nervously. "Yeah, I mean, I know we just met, but I felt this real connection between us, ya know? So I was wondering, would you like to go out Friday night with me?"

I think my eyes glazed over. Connection? Yeah there was a connection, I felt it in his pants when he kept rubbing against me.

"I can't. Sorry. I'm busy."

Finally that stupid grin left his face. "Oh. Another date?" I was trying to make jokes so he could feel better. I rolled my eyes.

"No, just busy. Maybe some other time." Shit. I didn't want to say that.

He nodded. "Yeah, sure."

He went to hug me goodbye, but I ducked and pretended that I slipped.

"Oops! Sorry," I said.

He shrugged and got back into his car and drove away.

~.~

The night dragged on endlessly. After cooking dinner, I left it in the oven and finished all my homework before Charlie got home. We ate, mostly in silence, and then I pretended to be interested in the Mariner's game that was on. When it was nine o'clock, I decided that was a decent time to excuse myself. I hurried into my room and shut the door. And suddenly I was alone.

I flopped on my bed and burried my face into my pillow and cried. I thought the day would never end. But it did and the tears flowed like a river. This was a living hell, pretending to go on like everything was okay, when it really wasn't. No one understood and they didn't care. I was just some new girl they could play with.

I must have been crying for over an hour, because I noticed suddenly the lights from under my door were gone. I sat up and wiped my eyes. The same paranoia from last night washed over me. I felt like I was being watched again. So I jumped up and went to my window and opened it. It should have squeaked and made me try really hard, but it just slid on open like Charlie regularly let in a breeze. I let the cool mist clense my face as I stuck my head out. The paranoia was gone. I pulled my head in and got into my pajamas and then into bed. I fell asleep quickly tonight, and dreamed of Edward Cullen.

He was there, in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed. I sat upright in a fright, turning my bedside lamp on. He was still there, staring intently at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. He said nothing but reached out and carressed my face with his white fingertips.

"Please answer me."

He smiled a crooked smile, something that made my heart beat quicken. "You look just like your mother."

My eyes popped open and I sat straight up in bed, my heart still beating fast and sweat caking my hair to my face. My alarm was buzzing at me.

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