Moments
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Damn, why did these things even exist? The dark gym making my eyesight suck even more that it does, the low thud of the beat as people swayed back and forth to the blaring music, the sweat off peoples skin making the atmosphere musky and breathing difficult, and yet I still wonder to myself, Why am I here?
My school dances are pretty similar to every other school dance: overcrowded and people dancing with their hands up in the air occasionally hitting people in the head, (except the person being hit was usually me because all my friends thought waving your hands- that were balled into fists -in the air would get hot guys attention) but one thing was different.
Our school had the traditional dance when all the girls (or guys) would line up in the center of the gym, and the guys walked down the line pulling girls out and forcing them to dance with them. It wasn't an option. We would dance the regular way: the girl's arms around the guy's neck, the guy's arms around the girl's waist. Nothing fancy like the Twist or the Chicken Dance.
The balance of boys to girls were pretty even, but some people would occasionally go to the bathroom right before because they "couldn't hold it in", and the few people left standing in the middle had to dance between themselves; whether it was 2 girls or even two guys. This also, wasn't an option. This dance was called the wave. What a stupid name…We didn't do this the entire dance, but when the teachers realized that the dance floor was getting scarce, our principal would come onto the over speaker and say, "Do you know what time it is lady's and gent's? It's the guys turn now!" in his usual booming voice like a ball game announcer even if his voice was already loud and scary enough in person.
Whenever we heard this, all the girls would slowly and sadly make their was to the center of the gym, scuffing the dance floor with their feet as they went, with their heads hung low like a bunch of little kids about to get a scolding. It wasn't so bad for some of the other girls, because they would always fantasize their prince charming in their heads quickly saving them from the terrible clutches of the ugly villains that were about to come.
The second last song came up, as our principal said, and we were to do the wave again. It was a slow song, and I was glad because all his dancing was making me a little light headed. I stood at the back of the line as usual, waiting for Mike to take me-- again. But then, something unexpected happened.
The unusual bronze hair that streaked in front of me (as I wasn't paying much attention), the unusual soft skin pulling my hands rather than the disgustingly sweaty hands of Mike's, the emerald green eyes I always saw when he caught me looking across the room at him. Then, I realized, it was him.
Edward Mason was pulling me closer to him as I awkwardly put my hands around his neck. I had to raise my hands to their extent because he was so tall. He leaned down and spoke in my ear over the slow, soft, but still loud from the bass and drums thumping the dance floor, music.
"Bella, do you remember me?"
His voice was low, yet soft and calming in a way. It sounded like he was trying to persuade me to answer. I loved it, but shook my head vigorously and told myself, No you don't love it! You're just another girl to him! Probably another girl he wants to go out with, then dump!
"Is that a no then?"
He looked at me, obviously taking the shaking of my head in the wrong way.
"N-n-no…I mean… yes… w-wait…I remember…I think…"
I managed to get that out as I stuttered and tried to rise up to his speak in his ear at the same time. But even on my tip-toes, he had to bend down to hear my quiet, shaking voice. I was nervous as hell, and I wish I had replied to him after I realized what was going on, so my voice could be more clearer. I stood there looking like a complete idiot as I tried to steady my breath.
"Well, what do you remember about me?" He asked.
I inhaled until my lungs could hold no more.
"You are Edward Mason. Top grades in all your classes, MVP player in all sports you play, you play the guitar and piano in band, you are the president of the grade 12 student council, and your really, really c-"
I was about to say "cute" until my mind screamed at me about what I was saying (and about to say) and I realized what I was babbling about. I exhaled slowly, and breathed in and out trying to stay calm and not hyperventilate as he locked his green eyes into mine. He spoke a bit louder so he could keep looking at me while he talked instead of having to lean down all the way to my ear.
"I'm really, really what may I ask?"
He smiled, and I almost forgot to breath.
"C-c-calm?"
I stuttered once again. He chuckled silently so people around us couldn't hear, but loud enough to make my heart flutter.
"I'm… calm you say? I don't think I've ever heard that before."
He looked at me, still smiling.
"You remembered lots didn't you?"
I was still trying to sort out my brain, so I answered quickly
"No, you don't remember lots…"
Wait, was that what he asked me? He laughed again, even harder this time.
"What's so funny?" I demanded.
"I really like you, but I think you will have to try and understand what I'm saying first and to learn how to control your breathing before you can sink that last one in ok?"
I still didn't understand. All I could hear, was the beating of my heart in my ears and my breath becoming unsteady as I tried to relax.
Then, everything started sinking in. Here I was, dancing to She Will Be Loved by "Maroon 5" with Edward Mason, the schools most well known student. He was talking to me, Isabella Swan, an average student that blended in the crowd with no special talents or traits whatsoever. But what would be so interesting about me?
Suddenly--I had no idea how, when, or why--he wrapped his arms around me while we were swaying back and forth to the slow music, pulling my body closer to him. This caused my arms wrap around his neck as my right cheek brushed up against his right cheek. He lifted his head a little so his mouth would be beside my ear to speak; causing our cheeks to brush up each other once again.
I got the weirdest sensation whenever he touched me, and being so close make my knees a little weak. I didn't know if he was trying to lead me on, flirt with me, or if this was all just an accident and he would apologize and go back to our original position; a foot apart from one another. I secretly hoped it wouldn't be the last option. Still, over the soft, loud music, I could hear him clearly say,
"I'll say it again, but I want you to try and remember to focus: I like you, please don't reject me-"
He was asking me not to reject him! How could that even be possible? With his looks and charms, how could it be possible even say "no" to him? What did he ask me not to reject him from? Was he asking me out? What in the world was he doing? Was I even paying attention to him? Did I hear him clearly or am I just hearing what I want to hear? Why would I even want to hear him say that in the first place? He continued, interrupting my delusional train of thoughts,
"-but after this dance, will you dance with me again?"
I hesitated. So this was why he asked me not to reject him?
"It's ok though, you don't have to say yes. But still, I would like to ask you something to you. So please?"
His emerald green eyes locked into mine once again, and I said a little louder than I should,
"Yes!"
He looked at me for a second, then smiled a crooked grin.