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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT. THAT'S JUST ... COMMON SENSE.

Previously:

"Are you guys coming or not?" Isabella asked, addressing all of us who were standing there with our mouths wide open. I looked over and Demetri and Alec looked completely normal, as if this happened every day.

"Sure." We all responded and walked towards the entrance of the mall.

Now:

(BPOV)

My sisters and I walked into the store with everyone else close behind us. Jane almost snatched my arm off trying to get to the section labeled Elegance. Alice followed closely behind. Heidi left and walked towards the Accessories section with Rosalie right next to her as they started a conversation that I didn't bother to hear. Alec, Demetri, Emmett and Jasper walked to the Electronics section and I was left standing in front of the store alone. Well, I thought. At least I don't have to worry about them trying to break each others' necks.

"I guess we don't have to worry about them." Oh, yeah. I forgot about him.

"Yeah." I responded softly. I looked around the store, searching for an escape. Musically Inclined. That sounds promising. I walked to the huge music department, hoping that Edward wouldn't follow. He did.

I walked through the small crowds of people to get to the music store which was stocked with instruments, CDs, sound equipment, and anything else needed to make music. My eyes immediately spotted the most beautiful parlor grand piano known to man. It was all black with a shiny finish. I had to have it. I stopped a man in a black shirt, assuming he was an employee.

"Excuse me." I said. He turned around and blinked twice, as if to determine whether he was dreaming or not.

"How much is that piano?" I asked with a smile. He smiled back at me. As I looked at him, I noticed that he was gorgeous, even compared with vampire standards. He had jet black hair, beautiful grayish green and blue eyes, strong facial structure and a pretty smile. Altogether, he was gorgeous.

"What, that thing? Oh, it's refurbished. Not a lot of people notice the true value of something that was once broken and that has taken time to fix." He was hinting at something but I didn't know what he was trying to say. His voice was low but sounded like… the wind. That's the only way that I could describe it. If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought that he was a vampire.

"Well, I have plenty of experience at fixing things." I said, coyly. "This obviously needs a lot of work."

"Sometimes all we need is a little tune-up. And we're good as new." He was staring right into my eyes, dazed a little.

"And sometimes when you think it's getting better, something comes to tear it apart again." He began to lean towards me and I was nearly amazed at his looks. He was human…right?

"You sound like you've felt like this before." I laughed at this.

"Trust me. It's worst than you think." I smiled slightly.

"And yet you're still here, smiling that beautiful smile." He complimented. "I don't think it could get any better than this." I ducked my head, as a huge goofy grin spread across my face.

"Bella, I think it's time to go." Someone said from behind me. I turned around and saw Edward, glaring furiously at…what's his name again?

"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name." I said, looking into his abnormally colored eyes.

"Dylan. Dylan Adams. And you're Bella?" My smiled wavered just a bit, but it didn't escape his notice.

"Isabella Volturi." I answered with a nod.

"A beautiful name…for a beautiful girl." He just doesn't stop, does he? Oh, please. You're enjoying this as much as he is. A voice responded to my rhetorical question. I smiled a little because I knew that it was right. It's not often that I get compliments from non-horny teenagers. Dylan sounded like he was truly interested in me, not just my looks. For a second, I forgot that I was a vampire and he was a human.

"So, you want the piano? Its three grand. It's not much because it's renovated but the price is reasonable, I guess." He shrugged as he inspected the piano.

"You can fill out the billing and delivery information at that registry office to my right." He pointed in the direction of the office and I swiftly shuffled my way towards where he directed me. As I walked up to the counter, I was greeted by a young lady. She was tan with long blonde hair and a very skinny body. She looked irritated. Well, this conversation wasn't going to go well.

"Excuse me." I said as politely as I could muster. This annoyed her even more.

"May I help you?" she sneered at me with obvious distaste.

"Well, you could get rid of that nasty attitude first. Then, maybe you could help me." I retorted with just as much annoyance as she had. Her eyes widened with surprise, but anger quickly covered that up. What was her problem with me anyway?

"Why would I even want to? So that you could go and flirt with my man again? I. Don't. Think. So." She inched towards me as she pronounced her words thoroughly. For a second, I thought she was deranged because I didn't even think she was capable of getting a boyfriend. Then, she glanced at Dylan and I knew that she fell for him. Hard.

"Excuse me, little girl, but that is a man that you wouldn't be able to keep if you even had him. Apparently, he doesn't like you enough to stay with you, if you're upset at me for asking for help. That's his job. So, get over it!" I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming at her. Who was she to accuse me of trying to get him? I just met him!

"Get over it? You need to get over the fact that he's spoken for! Maybe you could go back to that cute little brown head over there. Or did he dump you when he saw me?" She pretended to think about her ridiculous comment. I immediately saw pure red haze cover my vision.

"I'm sorry, but he doesn't date girls that has slept with everyone that she's ever shook hands with! Just because you where that too small tank top that hardly holds all of this plastic together and that barely-there skirt that show what you aren't decent enough to hide, doesn't mean that men will want you, Heather." I spoke her name through gritted teeth.

"How do you know my name? Oh, please, don't tell me you're my new stalker. Trying to brush up on a few skills. Well, guess what?" She actually paused for my guess. I scoffed. "You can't teach an old dog, new tricks." She smirked as if what she had said was clever or something.

"Well, this old dog already has as few tricks up its sleeve." With every word exchanged between us, we moved closer and closer towards each other, to the point where I could felt her hot breath on my face.

"You know what? I am so sick of you insulting me, as if stealing my boyfriend wasn't enough!" She was very angry. That was clear. But I was even more upset. Who did she think she was?

"It's called holding conversation! Of course, you never get to that part because you're too busy flinging your worn-out body at him."

"Are you really that blind? Or are you just stupid?" She was pushing my limits. I don't usually get angry, but when I do…let's just say that it doesn't end well for anyone.

"After seeing you, I wish I was! You are beyond crazy if you think that you are even decently pretty. Ugly would be a compliment for you!" I insulted her lightly, but based on her reaction you'd think I threatened her life. Which I wasn't exactly opposed to now that I think about it.

"What about you? What? You think you're pretty? Yet, you call me crazy. You want my boyfriend because you can't get a grip on your own. I bet he doesn't even kiss you without getting sick to his stomach!" This brought back memories of when Edward actually did kiss me, and hug me…and love me. Before I could comprehend what was going on, my fist was flying towards her face at a slow pace for appearances, but fast enough fir her not to dodge it. But an arm grabbed me from around the waist and hoisted me up in the air, dragging me as I fought to get to the human girl.

They took me out of the store, but still in the mall. When the red vision left my sight and my breathing returned to normal, I noticed that it was Demetri who grabbed me. Everyone was standing in front of 'Musically Inclined'. Even Dylan. Now, how am I going to explain this?

"Isabella, what happened? You were literally about to punch her head off! Alice saw it!" Demetri asked me.

"She's just so…UGH!" I messaged my temple, getting rid of the stress. It did absolutely nothing to help my mood.

"Why are you letting her get to you like this? Have you forgotten your title, Princess Isabella?" Jane reminded me that I'm supposed to blend in, not cause mischief. I immediately felt guilty because my father always taught me not to express my emotions to enemies because they use it against you. Especially when that enemy is a human. Once again my emotions got the best of me and I began to feel the familiar prickle of tears. I walked away from the store and went outside. I needed fresh air. There was a park right next to the mall. I walked there and sat on one of the swings to think.

Why did I let that girl upset me so much? She doesn't know anything about me. All that she stated were claims. But they were true. That's why it angered me. Everything she said was true. Well, most of it. Edward didn't want me no matter how badly I wanted him to. And the fact that he was always no more than twenty feet away from me didn't exactly help my resolve to ignore him. That's the problem. I need to get away from them. From him. I can't make decisions with him so close and one of those decisions is if I'll let myself fall for him again. He still holds the same effect over me that he did all those years ago. And I convinced myself for years that I was over that and over him. Apparently nothing has changed. Why now? Of all the times he could've came to force me to choose, why not when I needed him the most?

"I'm sorry." I heard from behind me but not from the person who I expected it to come from.

"For what? It isn't your fault that your psychotic girlfriend has major jealousy and insecurity issues. It's simply a coincidence." I didn't turn to look at Dylan as he took the swing next to me. I heard his chuckle and turned towards him with a smile of my own.

"Yeah … she's a bit much, isn't she?" He rubbed his neck in a way that most men do. "And I don't know when she will get it through her head that I am not, and never will be, her boyfriend."

I glanced at him, confused.

"Oh, really?" I asked with disbelief.

"Yes. On my first day on the job, she grew this uncontrollable infatuation with me and assumes that the feeling is mutual." He shook his head and laughed.

"She really is … special." I laughed along with him.

"So what's your story?" he asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, as I took the pins out of my hair and loosened it with a shake.

"Your boyfriend was staring at you when he wasn't too busy glaring at me." He smiled at me slightly.

"Well, he's not my boyfriend and I don't know his problem with you." I signed and looked at the cloud that shielded me from the sun.

"He looked at you with so much … I don't know … passion? Admiration? It was like he was seeing the sun for the first time. And he looked at me like I was the darkness that stole you away." His words were poetic and sincere as he described Edward's fierce looks. The sun cast a shadow over his face as he looked at the ground, kicking the dirt. I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just waited on him to continue.

"Did you two date previously?" He asked, nervously.

"Yeah …" My voice cracked in my response.

"How did that work out?"

"Uhhh … not so well." I answered, shaking my head.

"Bella." I sighed, knowing exactly who was looking for me.

"Yes, Edward?" I looked at him. He looked troubled. Frustrated.

"Everyone is ready to head home." His voice was calm, though he looked nervous.

"Alright, I'll be there in a moment." I responded. Edward turned towards the parking area to wait for me. I stood and began following him.

"When will I see you again?" Dylan asked from behind me. I stopped but didn't turn to face him.

"I don't know." I said, honestly.

"Can I have your number?" He was bold. I'll give him that. I turned when I responded.

"If we meet again, then yes." I smiled.

"Is that a promise?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Only one way to find out." I walked to the car, smiling more than I had in years. Something about him was … different. He was special.

Author's Note: How did you like the chapter? Review and let me know. I don't know where this story is going. Suggestions and ideas are welcomed through reviews, though. How do you like my new character? He isn't in my original version of this story but he sure is a vital piece of it.