BPOV
Thanks for a great afternoon. I had fun. We really should do it again sometime. Have a good night, Bella. -Edward
It only took me a moment to figure out how he had gotten my cell phone number, and before I had even considered my actions, I typed out a response and sent it.
"Bells?" Charlie sauntered into the Kitchen, stretching as he walked.
"Hey dad. I got pizza," I smiled, setting the box down on the table and pocketing my phone.
"It smells good," he nodded approvingly, retrieving two paper plates out of the cupboard. "You were out later than usual today. I thought you said you didn't have to work.."
"Oh, I didn't."
"Okay..." I could tell that Charlie wanted to ask, but he didn't want to be intrusive either. That was yet another thing I liked about Charlie. He was never one to be nosy.
"I had coffee with a friend." I tried to sound as indifferent as possible, but he knew as well as I did that an event like that was rare.
"Oh!" he scratched his head as his brow pulled together in obvious confusion. "That's... nice."
I opened the lid on the box of pizza and separated two slices onto the plates as Charlie settled himself into his chair.
"So... which friend?"
I was hoping he would avoid that question.
"Um.. Edward Cullen," I winced internally.
"The one who you got in an accident with?" he said quickly. His tone gave all the hint I needed that he was not approving of this fact.
"Yeah, he took me out to coffee because I think he felt bad," I shrugged. That had been my justification before... though I wasn't sure what to believe as far as his motives went anymore.
"Well, that was nice of him, I guess." Charlie's voice was rough and not the least bit sincere.
We ate our pizza in silence for the next few minutes. I was full after my first piece. I had eaten almost a full slice of cheesecake all together at the coffee shop, so I wasn't really that hungry.
I jumped a little in my seat as I felt my cell phone begin vibrating against my leg.
"I'm going to take a shower," I excused myself quickly as Charlie started on his fourth piece of pizza.
"Mhmm, alright. Goodnight," he mumbled around a mouthful of cheese.
I grabbed my backpack from the entry way and darted up the stairs and into my room, pulling out my cell phone as soon as the door was closed behind me.
Would you mind if I ate lunch with you again Monday?
My heart thudded violently against my ribcage and I felt my breathing accelerate. My mind... my entire body practically screamed my approval. The fact that the entire school would be staring and scrutinizing even more was only a whisper in the back of my mind. It was only a fraction of the equation, now. All that I could think about was getting to spend more time getting to know Edward Cullen. I wasn't sure why I found him so intriguing and intimidating at the same time... but the mere opportunity to be in his presence again made my palms sweat. I debated for a moment before responding. I chose my words carefully. I didn't want to sound too desperate. If I had went with my first impulse I would have typed back "Yes! Please do!", but I thought better of it.
No, I wouldn't mind.
I shut my phone again and tossed it onto my bed. I didn't have homework to do. I didn't even have a book to read. Tonight was going to suck.
In fact, the entire weekend was going to suck.
And it did.
The Library here wasn't open on weekends, so I was always free. I spent a little bit of time studying for the lab practical on Monday, but I was confident enough that I didn't spend too much time on it. Plus, looking at the diagrams reminded me of how my afternoon with Edward had began and I was doing the best I could to not think about him. It was hard, though. I didn't have anything to occupy myself with but rereading old books and listening to music. My dinner menus were much more elaborate than usual, too, a fact Charlie took note of.
Charlie was often as observant as I was... he just chose not to mention his observations most of the time.
"Something on your mind, Bells?" he asked as he cracked open another crab leg.
"No," I lied. "Why?"
"Yesterday you made steak and artichokes, today it's crab legs and fettuccine... Usually you don't make this much food unless you're trying to distract yourself from something."
"That's not true," I rolled my eyes.
"I don't know, the week of your mid terms I think I gained ten pounds.."
I rolled my eyes again and ignored him, spinning several noodles around the end of my fork. I ate much faster after that, escaping to my bedroom as quickly as I could, glad the weekend was almost over.
I looked around for a moment, uncertain of how to occupy myself now.
With a sigh, I gathered my shower things and began my nightly routine. By the time I had finished and gotten myself ready for bed it was only 8:45 PM. I laid in bed for about 30 minutes until I decided I couldn't fall asleep. I sat up in bed and reached over to turn on the lamp. I sat and stared at the shadows on my wall for several minutes, willing myself to become tired. It didn't work. Instead I flung off the covers and crossed to my window. I threw it open and leaned out, bracing myself against the ledge and closing my eyes as the cool breeze swept across my face.
It would probably have been so much easier to fall asleep if I didn't see his face every time I closed my eyes. It was pathetic, I knew. It was pointless for me to dwell on him like this. I was certain that he wasn't laying in bed somewhere with his mind tormented with thoughts of Bella Swan. That was absurd. He was Edward Cullen, for God's sake. He was the object of every girl's affection. He was-
My eyes flew open as I heard the buzzing of my cell phone across the room. I pushed myself away from my window and disconnected it from the charger. I opened it up to find one new text message.
Hey, Bella. Are you awake? I can't sleep.
Coincidence? I frowned in contemplation for a moment before I realized that it didn't matter if it was coincidence or not. I quickly texted him back.
I'm awake. I can't sleep either.
It only took him a moment to respond.
What time do you usually go to bed?
It was a weird question, but I replied anyway.
Around 9.
After I had sent it, I glanced at the clock. It was 9:45 PM. Much later than I usually went to bed.
What time do you wake up? His next text read.
Six. Is this twenty questions now, or what? When do I get a turn?
I had been completely joking about the twenty questions game, but I had forgotten that sarcasm doesn't read so well through texting.
Sure. Your turn.
"What?" I mumbled aloud. "Seriously?" I didn't know what to ask. I had been completely joking about this. I typed and erased several questions before I reverted back to my first one, resigning myself to the fact that whatever I would ask at this point would likely redefine lame.
What's your favorite color?
Even in the dark room, I could feel myself blush.
Blue. What's your favorite season?
Autumn. What's your favorite book?
Wuthering Heights. What's your favorite movie?
That's my favorite book too. My favorite movie is Romeo and Juliet. What's your favorite drink?
Cranberry Juice. What's one thing that always makes you smile?
I hesitated on that one. I realized that I was smiling just then, so the obvious answer would be too embarrassing to respond with. Instead, I gave him something general.
The feeling of freshly cleaned sheets. What makes you smile?
Was that against the rules? Asking a question that had already been asked? Oh well, I wanted to know.
You do.
My heart fluttered against my ribcage. I was about to reply when I realized he hadn't asked another question. What was I supposed to say? How could I possibly respond to that? What did he mean by that? How the hell did I make him smile?
My ponderings were interrupted by another text.
Sorry, I forgot. Favorite pair of shoes?
Tennis shoes. Favorite TV show?
Our conversation carried on in that manner for another hour before I started running out of questions.
Three. Do you have unlimited texting? I typed.
I asked because... well, I didn't. I was uncertain how many I had used this month. I only ever texted Jacob, and occasionally Renee. My mother had become much more tech savvy in the last few months, though, and I was pretty sure she could text faster than I could now.
Yes, I do. Do you?
No.
It was several minutes later and he hadn't responded. Maybe he had taken my lack of unlimited texting as the ending to our conversation. I was about to plug my phone back in, sure that he was through responding, when my phone buzzed again. I flipped it open to read the text message. The air in my lungs exited in a huff.
Now Connected to Edward.
My throat became very dry. I didn't think he would actually call me. That thought hadn't even crossed my mind.
"He.. Hello?" I stammered, raising the phone to my ear.
"I'm sorry. I hadn't even considered that you might not have unlimited texting," he greeted.
"Oh, I... it's okay."
"I'm sorry if I made you go over your limit."
"No, it's fine. I don't think I did."
"I probably should have asked. I just... I don't know. I guess I assumed."
"You're apologizing again," I said quietly.
"Damn it. I do that a lot, don't I?"
"Yeah. Way too much," I chuckled.
He was silent for a moment. I figured he was trying to think of something else to say that didn't include an apology.
"So, are you tired yet?"
"A little," I lied.
"Me too. I guess.... I guess I'll see you at lunch tomorrow? Shit, wait..."
"What?"
"I have to make up a psychology test during lunch tomorrow."
"Oh, that's okay," I said quickly, internally scolding myself for being so disappointed.
"I'm sor-"
I cleared my throat quickly, cutting him off.
"I mean, that... sucks. I guess I'll just have to see you in Biology, then."
"Yeah, that's... I'll see you in Biology." I found myself nodding even though I knew he couldn't see it.
"Well, goodnight, then."
"Goodnight," I bit my lip and closed the phone. I took a moment to steady my breathing before throwing myself back onto my bed.
My mind was racing. I didn't even know what I was thinking about. Flashes of thought scattered across my conscious mind at speeds that I couldn't comprehend. All I knew was that every thought had one thing in common. Edward.
Sleep came surprisingly easy after that. The night passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was groping the nightstand to find my blaring alarm clock
I would have been lucky if the day would have gone by in such a seemingly fast manner.
I caught several glimpses of Edward throughout the day, but he always seemed distracted, so I kept my head down and walked past him. In one particular instance, however, having my head down did not work out to my advantage.
"Watch where you're going, freak," Tanya snarled, a smirk toying at the corner of her glossy lips as my stack of books tumbled out of my hands and onto the ground.
I didn't say anything. I didn't even look at her for longer than it took me to identify her. I felt myself blush as I knelt down to collect my Biology folder and other scattered materials, embarrassed that I had run into Tanya of all people. I felt the heat in my face spread further as a pair of hands presented themselves to help me. I knew who the hands belonged to immediately. Who else would have hands as attractive as that but Edward Cullen? It was weird to consider hands as attractive, but that was the word that came to mind. They were smooth and flawless as any I had seen. They were masculine, but without sacrificing any hint of perfection. He could make a good deal of money being a hand model. Hell, he could make a fortune being a model, period.
"Here, let me help you with that," he offered, straightening back up and helping to situate the books I had already picked up in my arms. I reached for the two books he had picked up, but he held them just out of my reach. "I got this. We're going to the same place, anyway," he shot me a quick knee-weakening smile.
I gulped, "Thanks.."
"Sorry about Tanya. That was really rude of her,"
"No.. I should have been watching where I was going," I suggested.
"Bella, she ran into you on purpose," he sighed, shaking his head in disapproval at Tanya's actions. "It was unnecessary."
"Oh," I said meekly, not knowing how else to respond to that.
"I can't even stand being around her anymore."
I was going to point out how he didn't have much of a choice when we arrived at the door to the Biology room. The door was open already, so instead of opening it for me, like I'm sure he would have, he stepped to the side and gestured me in ahead of him. I smiled timidly and entered the classroom, forgetting momentarily that he had my books as I made my way back to my seat.
He set the books down on the desk and gave me a quick smile and then held up his index finger in a "one moment please" gesture.
"Thanks," I said as I slid the rest of my books onto the pile and watched him approach Mr. Banner at his desk.
I sighed and leaned back against my chair. Tanya entered the room then and her eyes zeroed in on me immediately. I quickly picked up my copy of Sense and Sensibility and opened to the page I had left off on. Even if it didn't distract me from Tanya's glares, it would at least stop be from looking at Edward's backside.
Even though I had read the book over ten times in my life, Jane Austen never failed to captivate my full attention. I was drawn into the book immediately and didn't snap back to reality until I heard the chair beside me scrape against the ground. I started and glanced up at Edward as he lowered himself into the spot beside me.
"Wha-" I started, glancing wildly between him and Tanya, whose mouth had fallen open at Edward's relocation.
"Shh," he winked, gesturing toward the front of the class where Mr. Banner had stood and began speaking.
My mouth still slightly open in confusion, I turned my attention back to the teacher and impatiently waited for him to become distracted enough that I could question Edward's sanity.
"... if you will notice, around the room are some wrapped pans. In case you have never had one of my classes before, I will explain to you how a lab practical works."
I groaned internally and leaned back against my chair. This was going to take a while.
Edward smirked, catching my obvious impatience. He took out a piece of paper and began writing something on it. I couldn't make out the words, but I did take note of his immaculate handwriting. How had I not noticed that while we were dissecting the frog?
He slid the paper across the table toward me.
I spoke with Mr. B about switching lab partners again.
My heart thudded. I couldn't come up with a sensible response, so I simple wrote out: Why?
He smirked a little and held back a chuckle as he wrote out his reply.
Have you looked at the rest of the class syllabus?
Frowning, I opened my folder and pulled out the purple paper on which was printed the class syllabus. I gestured to it and shrugged my shoulders at him. He sighed and held out his hand expectantly. I handed him the paper and he underlined one line and handed it back.
Dissection of the common frog, cow eye, fetal pig, and cat will take place during the covering of chapters 14 through 20.
Oh. I guess I hadn't thoroughly read the syllabus after all.
He took the other paper back again as I replaced the syllabus in my folder.
Unless you want to do all that by yourself...
No! I wrote back quickly.
Also... I figure if I'm lab partners with you, it would motivate me to come to the class much more. Lately I've been dreading it because of Tanya.
I looked up and tuned into Mr. Banner's conversation for a moment to make sure I wasn't missing any new information.
"There is a pin with a number on it sticking out of certain organs in each of the frogs on the pans. Identify each number with the scientific name and the function of each..."
Nope, still good.
I understand. I would want an escape from Tanya, too. I wrote.
No! It's not just that I want to get away from Tanya. You're a big part of the reason I switched too. I mean... I wanted to be your lab partner.
I read the last line several times before I came up with a response. My writing was cut short, though. The paper disappeared from beneath my pencil and Edward tucked it into his folder quickly just as I looked up to find Mr. Banner at our table.
"Mrs. Swan, I trust you are okay with the lab partner switch. I didn't expect you would have any objections, but if so, please let me know."
"No, it's great," I winced internally. "It's fine," I edited. "No problems."
"Good. I would hate to see your grades suffer because of a fear of dissecting things." And with that, he walked away.
I noticed the rest of the class had already stood and begun taking their places at the stations around the room, so I quickly followed suit. We had one minute at each station to answer the three questions before we all moved to the next. The test took 25 minutes to complete, and then another 10 while Mr. Banner collected our tests and let people have another look at a pan if they needed it. By the time we were finished, there was only about 5 minutes remaining in class. Edward began walking toward me, but was intercepted by Tanya.
"What the hell is this bullshit?" she hissed, grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face her.
"Excuse me?" he feigned ignorance.
"Why didn't you sit at our table? Are you mad at me or something? Why the hell are you hanging out with her? Did you run over her dog and feel bad about it or what?"
"Shut up, Tanya," Edward said simply.
"What?" Tanya took a step back.
"I'm not your lab partner anymore."
"What?" she repeated acidly.
"You heard me."
"What the hell am I supposed to... I mean... what the hell are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that it's nice to hang out with people who aren't superficial bitches for a change."
"I don't think Alice would appreciate that," Tanya raised her eyebrow.
"You know damn well I'm not talking about her. Or Rose."
"Do you know what this is going to do to your reputation?"
"Do you know how little I care about a reputation?" he retorted coolly.
"I..." Tanya opened and shut her mouth several times before Edward turned and started walking away.
"We're done!" she shouted from behind him. "You and me, yeah... we're done."
He raised his hand and waved it out to the side once as if signifying his lack of interest in her threat.
"Can I sit with you at lunch tomorrow?" he grinned as he stopped in front of me.
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I had only taken two bites out of my apple and three bites of my salad through all of lunch. Despite the amount of time I had been spending with him, I was still incredibly nervous in his presence. And things had gotten even more nerve wracking half way through the lunch period. Edward's sister, Alice, and her boyfriend Jasper had joined us as well. Between the butterflies taking up residence in my stomach and the unusual amount of conversation at my table, I hadn't really had much desire to eat. Neither did the rest of them. They had already used the lunch period as a social intermission to the school day. I had just never had anyone to be social with until now. Both Edward and myself had been a bit shocked to see them come over to my table. It was probably for the best though, conversation between Edward and I was a little weak since we had covered almost every topic known to man during our stay in the coffee house.
"So, Bella," Alice smiled, "Edward says that you work at the library."
"Yeah," I nodded once.
"I've been thinking about getting a job. How is it, working there?"
"Alice... are you serious?" Edward turned to his sister and frowned.
"Mom won't loan me the credit card anymore," she pouted.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing," Alice shrugged defensively. "I told her that the shoes were a necessity, but she wouldn't listen."
"How much did the shoes cost?"
"Only one fifty," she frowned. "So she told me if I wanted to buy anymore clothes or shoes I needed to get the money myself."
Edward chuckled and then Alice turned her attention back on me, waiting for an answer to the question I had forgotten she'd asked.
"Oh, um... it's nice. The pay is decent and the hours are good. It's not like it's hard labor or anything either," I shrugged.
"Hmm, let me know if they're hiring, okay?"
I nodded once.
"Oh," Alice jumped a little and reached into her back pocket to produce a bright pink cell phone. She looked around quickly to make sure there were no school administrators lurking the cafeteria before she pressed a button that halted the buzzing and flipped it open.
"Oh," she said again. This time it sounded displeased rather than surprised.
"What?" Jasper asked.
Alice scoffed, "Rose says that Tanya is being a superbitch right now and it's all our fault. Hah."
I resisted the sudden urge to look up. I had noticed Tanya's death glares the moment I had walked into the cafeteria. Edward was already sitting at my table waiting for me when I arrived. When Alice and Jasper had bypassed their regular table for mine, though, Tanya looked downright furious.
"Oh, Edward," Alice suddenly began, seemingly forgetting about the text and stuffing her phone back in her pocket. "Did you hear that she's throwing another super-fabulous-my-parents-are-so-rich-and-conveniently-out-of-town party?"
"Third one in two months," Edward chuckled.
"I know. Where does she get all the booze?"
"Where do her parents keep going?" Jasper countered.
"You going?" Edward directed the question at Alice.
"I don't know. It's getting kind of old."
"It got old years ago," Edward commented. "But there's not much else to do in Forks on Friday's."
"What about you, Bella?" Jasper turned to me. "What keeps you sane on a Friday night?" He spoke with a very gentle and sincere tone that I appreciated. Both he and Alice had been nothing but nice to me so far, but when Jasper addressed me, it was if he could tell that I was nervous. He had a very odd way of reassuring me.
"Sleep," I answered simply, causing a chuckle to resonate from around the table.
"I like the way you think," Jasper winked.
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The next day, Jasper and Alice ate lunch with Edward and I again. It became a pattern that carried out through most of the week. I began to grow fond of both Alice and Jasper. They were both very polite and welcoming toward me. They treated me like a human... and whether that had anything to do with Edward or not, I didn't know. Nor did I truly care, either. It was nice to be accepted.
Despite my nerves, I became much more comfortable around Edward in the span of that week. It took some coaxing, but eventually our friendship had progressed to the point where I was able to joke around with him... maybe even make a joke at his expense from time to time.
Friday rolled around quicker than usual. I made a mental note of how much faster time seemed to travel when I looked forward to school.
"How's your day so far, Bella?" Alice smiled as she sat down at her usual seat across from me.
"Uneventful," I shrugged, spearing a piece of lettuce on the end of my plastic fork.
"Are you ready for the lab practical in Bio?"
"Um..." I hesitated, "Yeah, I think so." I set down my fork decisively at her mention of my next hour class. "I had better not eat a lot though, just in case."
"It's not that bad," she shrugged. "Most of the pigs were destroyed by the students; there weren't very many decent examples left, so most of the lab is done using paper diagrams."
"Good," I sighed.
That had been one of the low points of the week. Fetal pig dissections. I shuddered just thinking about them. If it hadn't been for Edward... there is no possible way I could have made it through those classes. It was borderline disastrous as it was. I had nearly fainted at one point, but somehow Edward had reacted with almost inhuman speed and caught me before I had hit the floor. Unfortunately, it was toward the end of the class period. Had I passed out more toward the beginning of the hour, I would have been allowed to go to the nurse's office and skip the whole thing. It's not as if I was any huge help to Edward anyway. The most entertaining part of those classes was watching Tanya's dramatics over getting pig skin under her fingernails.
"All that's left is the cat and then the dissections are over," Edward jumped in, taking his normal seat next to me.
"Fabulous," I rolled my eyes. By far I was looking forward to the cat dissection the least.
"Jazz, you took Bio last year, didn't you?" Alice asked as Jasper sat down at the table.
"Yeah."
"How bad is the cat dissection?"
"It wasn't that bad. It was kind of disgusting at points, and it smelled really terrible... but it was probably the most I learned in that class. There was a lot of written lab work, I remember.." he wrinkled his nose at that, as if the lab work was worse than cutting open and exploring the innards of a once-living house pet. "The practical at the end is really easy, though. It was the easiest out of all the dissections if I remember correctly."
I was about to make further comment, when a flourish of blond hair caught my attention. My sharp intake of breath caught Edward's attention too and he turned to follow my gaze.
"Oh..." he groaned as we both watched Tanya's procession toward our lunch table.
"This can't be good," Alice frowned.
As she stalked toward our table, her heels making a dreadful clicking sound as she did so, her stare was aimed directly at me. It was almost a determined stare, too. She was grimacing... as if she was doing something physically painful.
"Hi," she said snappily as she stopped in front of the table. She glanced at the seat next to Edward for a moment before seemingly deciding to stay standing and crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively.
"Can I help you?" Edward sighed indifferently.
"Don't be a dick," she said pointedly, catching the distinct tone of dislike he had greeted her with. "I just wanted to let you all know that my parents are going to Maui this weekend, so I am having a party at my house tonight. You're invited.." she hesitated for a minute, visibly contemplating her next word choice. "You're all invited."
My mouth suddenly felt very dry.
"Oh," Edward shot me a quick glance. "I don't know,"
"Do you already have plans?" Tanya retaliated quickly.
"No, but.."
"Good. You can come, then. You can bring Bella as your date. That is," she turned towards me, "If that's alright with you, Bella," she shot me a very fake smile.
"I... um," I stammered.
"What time?" Alice interjected.
"Eight," Tanya replied without taking her eyes off of me.
"We'll be there," Alice piped up again. "All four of us can ride together."
Edward and I jerked our heads toward her quickly, questioning her sanity with our eyes.
She shot us a trust me, I know what I'm doing glance and nodded her head once to confirm her decision.
"Great," Tanya clapped her hands together, her tone suddenly doing a complete 180. For a moment, her enthusiasm almost sounded authentic. "I'll see you all there," she flashed us a huge grin and began walking away. Instead of heading back towards her table, though, she went and sat down at the jock table next to James who she did not hesitate to snuggle up to immediately, whispering questionable things in his ear that I was sure no one wanted to hear about.
"Alice," Edward hissed.
"You can't say no, Edward. She is trying to turn the whole school against you. I am not going to let that happen."
"You care more about my popularity standing than I do," he groaned.
"Probably," she rolled her eyes.
Suddenly, a large wave of guilt crashed over me. It was suddenly very apparent that his hanging out with me has cost him a lot as far as reputation goes. He had once been the most popular boy in the school... and now people regarded him with a sense of confusion and questioning. I had thought that there was nothing I could do to prevent that... but now it was obvious that I could. I could go to the party and pretend to be a social butterfly. I could at least try to prove that he wasn't completely insane for wasting his time on me.
"She's right," I spoke softly.
Edward snapped his head around to stare at me in disbelief.
"I have to do this," I continued.
"You don't have to do anything," Edward corrected.
"No... you're... I mean," I stammered. "I am not going to be a burden."
"Bella, I think you are reading far too much into this."
"No, I'm not. She was just trying to prove a point. She was just trying to show you that as long as you hang out with me... you can't have your usual life of popularity and parties. If I go with you though... it's going to prove her wrong."
"That's not a sacrifice you have to make," he insisted.
"I am not a coward," I said under my breath.
"I never accused you of being a-"
"She pretty much just did."
He was silent for a moment before sighing, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
He didn't seem like he was done discussing it yet, but the bell rang. We all stood simultaneously to clear our trays. Edward's brow was furrowed, deep in thought as he gave me a quick smile and a "See you in class".
I was about to head off in the opposite direction toward my locker when I small hand snaked around my upper arm and pulled me back.
"I can help you," Alice whispered.
"What?" I frowned.
"You can borrow some of my clothes and I can do your hair and stuff..." she smiled. "That is... if you want."
"Oh... um.. yeah, sure." I nodded, realizing that there was no way I could look presentable for a party without her help.
"Great. I'll meet you after school and you can follow me home."
"I... oh. Okay," I nodded cooperatively.
She flashed me a huge grin and then skipped to Jasper's side.
"Edward is going to kill you," I heard him mutter to her as they walked in the opposite direction.
Shaking my head as if to sort out my thoughts, I made my way to my own locker. When I arrived, the two girls who shared a locker next to my own were deep in conversation.
"What are you wearing?" The blonde one asked around blowing a bubble of bright pink gum.
"I don't know... you think we should go shopping first? We can't wear old clothes. Pretty much the whole school is going to be there. Or... at least, everyone who is important." The brunette replied, running a comb through her hair and applying lip gloss in the mirror that was conveniently installed in her locker.
"We probably should."
I rolled my eyes as I realized what they were discussing. People who based their lives and social statuses around parties like this were absolutely pathetic.
I slammed the door to my locker and took a step, but froze almost immediately as a thought struck me.
I was going to a party tonight. I was going to that party tonight. With Edward. At Tanya's house. Where half of the school would be present. I was going with Edward to Tanya's party. I was Edward's date to Tanya's party.
I was Edward's date.
"Oh my god," I muttered. What had I gotten myself into?
a/n: HEY BBZ! I got a new job, which is why this chapter took so godawfully long. SORRY BOUT THAT! I've almost got chapter 10 done, and it's very action packed. :)
special thanks to Kaitlyn and Stephanie, my fabulous betas!
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