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Bella POV

I gulped silently as he stood there, expectantly looking into my eyes. I was lost in his; they were like liquidy topaz, shimmering in the fluorescent lighting. Everything around me blurred out until it was just me and him.

"Bella?"

I blinked. What just happened? "Uhm...what?"

He cleared his throat, doubting my abilities to speak, once again.

"I said, would you like to dance?" There was hesitancy in his voice the second time around. I turned to look at Angela. Her mouth gaped open, forming an O shape. I bit my lip and she broke from her trance and urged me forward like it was a huge honor.

And it was. Almost the whole class was watching us. So I nodded.

"S-sure."

He held out his hand, satisfied by my studdering, and smirked. I noticed then his sister, Alice, standing the corner. She was watching us carfully, a look of disappointment in her eyes. I ignored it and placed my hand in his. I was shocked at how cold his hands were, like he'd been holding them in ice water. He seemed to notice my discomfort and loosened his grip, much to my disappointment.

"I have to warn you, I'm a terrible dancer," I admitted, blushing hard. He chuckled.

"I know."

I looked up at him, surpirsed at how he thought it was funny. "I saw you with Newton yesterday, looked like a struggle on both ends. I'm surprised he didn't just jump you right then and there."

I glared at him. "It's not funny."

Edward's smile left his face. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."

I shrugged and tried to concentrate on my feet so I wouldn't trip. "Ready to try a combination now?" he asked patiently.

"No," I said. "Just a few more practice steps."

His hand suddenly tightened on my back was Mike danced near us. He swiftly danced us closer Alice. Once he saw the disappointment on her face, he smirked again and winked in her direction. I tried to not notice.

"So," Edward said, "how do you like Forks?"

"I hate it."

He chuckled darkly. "Wow, blunt."

I blushed again. "I just mean, it's cold and it rains, the two things I hate the most."

This seemed to make him uneasy. "So you aren't happy here?"

I rolled my eyes. "The one thing that would make me happy is gone, so I'd say yes, I'm very unhappy."

Edward's sharp features seemed to soften slightly. "I'm very sorry about your mother. Losing a parent is something no one should have to go through."

I remembered that Jessica said he was adopted. I couldn't stop myself. "What happened to your parents? I mean, I heard you were adopted." I instantly wanted to take that back. Was it weird I knew that about him?

But it didn't phase him. "They died, when I was very young."

"I'm sorry."

Edward very discretely led us into a combination. "Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault."

I wanted to take that back too. I hated it when people said they were sorry to me. It meant nothing. There was nothing they could do about my mother, so why were they sorry?

We danced silently for the rest of the song and then parted awkwardly. Jessica practically sprinted to where I stood.

"Oh my God! You just danced with Edward Cullen!" She gushed. No way!

"What was it like?" Angela asked.

I peeked past their shoulders and saw him whispering to Alice. She looked at him sourly and stuck her tongue out.

"Oh uhm, good, I guess."

"I can't believe he asked you!" Jessica said, clearly jealous. I tried to not let that comment get to me.

~.~

After school I hurried out to my car once again. This time, however, I stayed in the hearing distance of Edward and Alice.

"I told you it wouldn't kill you! You did fine!" Alice hissed, with an odd satisfaction on her face. He rolled his eyes.

"She noticed, Alice. She noticed something was different. Maybe I'm over my head, maybe last night didn't solve anything." But then he grinned.

"At least I won the bet, pay up."

Bet? So that's what was going on. She bet that he wouldn't dance with me. I didn't even follow for the rest. I just picked up my pace and shoved right past them, making sure my shoulder struck his, which was stupid because his was rock hard and I was going to have a bruise.

I ignored when they tried to say something to me and got right into my truck and slammed the door shut. I felt my eyes sting with tears. Of course he didn't really want to dance with me, it's not like I was even remotely on the same league with him, but it still hurt to be played like that. Stupidly rushed my head at ever thinking I might have a chance with him. I pulled out quickly and then shifted into drive. I pressed hard on the accelerator and saw Edward standing a few cars down, watching me with a horrified expression on his face. I wondered why he looked that way and then looked up in front of me. Another car was driving right towards me, and my foot was still on the accelerator. I slammed on the break but it was too late.

Blackness clouded over me.

~.~

"Bella? Bella sweetie. Open your eyes for Mommy."

And I did. My mother was looking down on me, her caramel colored hair flowing around her face as her gray-blue eyes and smiled down at me. I suddenly felt like I was six years old...and I was! I was laying on the sand, ocean water licking at my toes. It was the summer I was in Florida with her, and we were on the beach. I had snuck off and fallen asleep down by the water and my mom got scared and thought I was gone.

"There's my good girl. Why did you run off from me?"

Disapproval colored her tone, but she was still smiling. She could never stay mad at me. I giggled and sat up, covering my eyes with my hand from the blinding sun.

And then the dream was over. Instead I saw only black, but I heard voices; urgent voices.

"Bella? Oh my God! She's dead! Mike she's dead!"

It was Jessica. Was she actually crying?

"Bella wake up! Open your eyes!"

Who was that? "I called the ambulance, it's coming!"

"Someone get a teacher!"

"I swear to God she's dead! I can't watch!"

"Is that blood?"

Blood?!

And then another voice that blurred out all the rest.

"Bella, can you hear me?"

It was sweet, just like honey. "Dammit, open your eyes! Don't die on me!"

I heard sirens in the background. Someone was cradeling me in their arms because it was soft and comfortable, like when my mother used to hold me. Only this person was cold and hard...but still comforting somehow. I knew who it was.

~.~

"Is she okay?"

"For the last time, I promise you she's okay. But you won't be after Rosalie gets done with you tonight."

"I don't care what Rosalie thinks. Was I supposed to let her die? You know I couldn't do that."

"I know, I know. But it was risky, Edward."

I could feel definite tension around me.

"I made a promise, Carlisle. And now there's no going back."

My eyelids fluttered and opened.

The room was blurry at first, but then it cleared and it was so bright I squinted. The light dimmed enough for me to open them again. I was laying in a bed with white sheets and a baby blue blanket. Edward stood at the foot of my bed, relief coloring his face. Next to him was a doctor. He was pale and gorgeous. Blond locks covered his head and he had the same topaz eyes as Edward. There was no way this model could be his adoptive father.

"Isabella, I'm glad you're awake," the doctor said.

"Bella," I automatically corrected. Edward smirked.

He came over to me and started pressing at my head and checking my eyes. I winced as he pressed on my right temple.

"Ouch."

He sighed. "Looks like you got a hard hit."

My whole body ached, like I fell off a skyscraper and then got stepped on.

"What happened?"

The doctor, Carlisle, turned to Edward. "You got hit head on by another car. Didn't anyone tell you it's not safe to go 20 mph in a parking lot?"

I glared at him. "Didn't anyone tell you it's not nice to make bets about people you don't know?"

His sarcastic eyes turned serious then. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Edward," Carlisle warned.

The exhanged a silent conversation before Carlisle left the room to get Charlie.

"So I got hit by a car? And...you were there," I said, suddenlly remembering him holding me. He nodded cautiously.

"I was the first to you," he said. "I saw the whole thing. You were both going so fast, and it happened before anyone could blink. I pulled you from the car before it could pin you against the car behind you. You could have died, Bella."

I looked down at all the tubes running through my body. It was sickening. I felt like my mother.

"Why did you come for me if you don't even like me? You don't even know me."

But the way he looked at me was like he did know me, that was the scary part. "Bella, I never said I didn't like you. Maybe if you didn't assume so much. Alice just bet that I wouldn't have the courage to ask you, and I did. It was nothing rude towards you. And you just wanted me to sit there, the closest person, and not do anything?"

But he wasn't the closest person. I swear there was someone right next to my car when we collided. I swear it.

Instead I shook my head. I couldn't argue right now. "Okay, whatever. What promise were you talking to your dad about? I heard it."

And just like that, his face went smooth and expressionless. "I have no idea what you're saying. You were unconscious for so long, you probably dreamt that."

I gritted my teeth. "No, I distinctly heard you say-"

"Bella! Thank God!"

I turned to see Charlie burst through the door and throw his arms around me. I peeked around him to see Edward slip out the doors.

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