Accidents Happen

It was a fast song that I couldn't recognize, but Edward guided me through it, keeping his hands steadily on my waist as moved me back and forth, pressing me against his body. Somehow, just knowing it was him I was dancing with made me a little bit too comfortable than I should have been.

"So what do you like to do in your spare time?" he asked me, leaning down and pressing his chest even tighter against my upper body.

He closed the gap between us, and I got a weird tingly sensation when his body made contact with mine. But what could you say to someone who's probably done everything that would sound interesting?

"Um…I listen to music."

I looked at him, trying to rack up anything else I could think of in my now totally useless brain. He chuckled lightly. It was still dark, but while we were dancing, we moved around the gym and now we were near some lights near the DJ area, causing me to see every little detail in his beautiful, now smug looking face.

"So basically, all you do is go to school, go home, plop onto the nearest seat you can see, and listen to your music?"

"That's not all! I also-"

I was interrupted by some girls who strode by me and Edward, totally oblivious that he was already taken for this dance. I squinted my eyes then realized who they were. Standing in the front, was Lauren, wearing the shortest skirt I've ever seen. Behind her left was Jessica with a look of pure hatred on her face, Probably jealous because I'm dancing with the guy that rejected her numerous times…I thought. And behind her right was Rachelle, (A/N: made up character) with a glint her eyes looking Edward up and down like she was mentally undressing him. Disgusting pig. They stopped beside us, and Lauren looked at Edward. We stopped dancing and turned to face them, but his arm around my waist never loosened.

She yelled, "Hey Edward!" while completely ignoring me.

"Do you want to come with us to get a drink? You're probably really thirsty from dancing all night, right?"

He looked at her with doubt, then looked down at me, then looked back up.

"Ok."

I was kind of bummed because he let go of me, but then he grabbed my hand.

"Lets go Bella!!"

His child-like smile caused me to stop breathing momentarily. I got my breath back when he started squishing our way throughout the gigantic crowd of people. When we reached the refreshment table, he grabbed a Styrofoam cup and started pouring some red punch in it from the big glass bowl sitting on the table. He turned to me and smiled, then his smile suddenly vanished and he lurched forward towards me. The punch that was just in his hands slipped from his grip and splashed me from head to toe. And by head to toe, meaning my face, my white button up shirt, and my blue jean skirt. I gasped from the coolness, and I could already feel the punch starting to get sticky on my skin and in my hair.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Are you alright?"

Edward looked at me with shock on his face. I didn't get why he had suddenly decided to drench me in juice, but then I saw Lauren and her clan come from behind him with fake shock plastered on all their now amused face's.

"Oh dear! I am, SO sorry! I was talking to my friends and I didn't see where I was walking!"

She quickly turned around to grab a Styrofoam cup, but I could tell she was just trying to hide her laughter. If there was anyone I wanted to kill in this world at this moment, it would be her.

I ran towards the bathroom, feeling my eyes start to water. Edward was following me, almost to the point where he entered the girls bathroom.

"Do you want me to get Angela?"

His voice sounded unsure, like he didn't know what to do.

"Yes please." I answered, trying to make my voice sound clear and not shaky.

"Just let me wash this punch off my face first" I replied.

He said a little ok and went to go find Angela. I was so glad the bathroom was empty at the time as I walked to the sink. I rinsed my face and used the clean parts of my sleeve to dry off all the excess water. I looked up into the mirror and gasped.

My face looked pale from me washing it, my white shirt now had a big, splotchy line of tinted red down the center, and as I tried to run my hands through my sticky hair, I was only making my hair look more worse than in the first place. Terrible. I though. I wiped the one tear that escaped and stepped outside the bathroom. He was back in almost an instant, and he apologized again. I told him it wasn't his fault and I tried to smile. But I felt disgusting from me being covered in punch, and it came to be a wide fake smile.

"Angela's outside waiting for you. Are you sure you're alright?" He asked me once again.

"Yeah, I'm alright. You go in there and have your fun."

He started to talk back, but I interrupted him.

"I don't think much of the girls in there would like it if their prince charming was taken away by a girl who was covered in punch."

This, he had to smile too.

"Then at least let me make it up to you. Lets say we go to the mall and I'll buy you a new shirt. It's the least I can do."

He was mesmerizing me, and I caved in.

"Fine. How about this Saturday?"

He smiled, and said while he was slowly making his was backwards to the gym,

"It's a date."

He turned around, and disapeared into the darkness.

Today was Wednesday, so that gave me 3 days to mentally kick myself for picking the most famous guy in my grade to have a first date with.