"Bella, where are you going looking like that?" Alice was standing by her bed with one hand on her hip.

"Dressed like what, Alice?"

She looked me up and down carefully, "Like you don't know if you're going on a date or to class."

I sighed, "Alice, I'm going out with Edward. He said jeans and a nice top, so that's what I'm wearing."

She looked at me skeptically, "Where is he taking you?"

I shrugged, "Some pre-med party. He says it's really casual."

Alice thought about that for a moment. "Surely you don't mean the Pre-Med Fraternity party."

"I suppose I do. I don't really know."

Alice ran to my closet and pulled out a jean skirt that she'd bought me. "You should wear this, and the black ballet flats. It's still not as nice as I'd dress you, but it's better."

I did as Alice said. I didn't feel that it was necessary, but I decided that I'd take the small changes without argument.

Edward was sitting on my bed when I got out of the bathroom. He looked amazing in a dark pair of blue jeans and an off white button up. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to expose his toned forearms.

He took me in and smiled, "Are you ready to go?"

I smiled back, "Sure"

The trip was short. The event was being held at the state convention center which was just off campus.

There was a valet outside to take the Volvo and someone standing at the door to take jackets and coats. The servants outside contrasted heavily with the chaos on the inside.

Edward had said very casual, right? He'd said it was just some nerds standing around talking about classes, right? Then why did this look more like and Alice style party? The dance floor covered most of the room with a few random couches and a buffet at the edges of the room.

I turned and glared at Edward. What was he thinking? He threw his hands up in front of him defensively with a sheepish look on his face. "It's just the way that we blow some steam before finals. I knew if I told you, you wouldn't come with me."

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. "I swear to God, if I did not love you, you would be so de…" My words were suddenly cut off by Edward's lips and I opened my eyes in surprise.

When he finally pulled away his eyes were sparkling, "Do you really mean that?"

I couldn't comprehend his joy with the situation, I was mad at him. Why would he be so happy about me being mad at him? "What, that you would be dead?"

He threw his head back and laughed. What could I have said that would make him react this way? "No," he cupped my face between both of his hands, "that you love me."

I blushed. I hadn't even realized I'd said it, but it was true. I'd felt this way for months and had just been too unsure of how he felt too say it. "Yes" It was all I could say.

He smiled again and brought my lips to his. The kiss was deep and full of…love? He pulled back a few inches and looked in my eyes. "I love you, Isabella Swan. I have waited more than a month to say that."

I couldn't help laughing, "You're distracting me."

His expression spoke nothing but innocence, "From what?"

"From the fact that I'm mad at you. You tricked me into coming here."

The smile didn't leave his face. He kissed my forehead. "We don't have to stay long. I really think you'll have fun, though."

A boy with glasses and slicked back hair approached us. "Edward, dude, what's up?"

It seemed even when we were away from out family, people interrupted our private moments. "Not much, Eric. Just passin' through."

Eric's eyes never left me. "Finally showed up with a date I see." He reached his hand out for me to shake, "I'm Eric Yorkie, proposed Magna Cum Laudie of this class. And you are?"

Ugh, talk about nerdy. He was the only one in the whole room who fit the description. "Bella, I'm Edward's girlfriend."

He looked disappointed. Surely he didn't believe that he could compete with Edward. "So Eric," Edward was trying to keep the conversations casual, "Did you bring a date?"

"Yeah," his expression when from disappointed to annoyed, "You know that cute little Biology major from the class under us, Angela Weber?"

"Sure, she's thinking about becoming a teacher right?"

"Yeah, well I brought her." He looked in the direction of one of the couches, "But she's been talking to Ben Cheney all night. Apparently they were friends as kids, and then moved out here and they haven't seen each other until tonight." He started to mumble something under his breath about GPA's and height issues.

"I think that's nice." Something bothered me about the way he talked about Ben. "I mean being reunited with a childhood friend who you thought you'd never see again."

Eric snorted and moved off in another direction. As Eric disappeared Edward tugged me toward the dance floor. "Are you crazy?"

"Bella, we've done the whole dancing thing before. I can keep you safe from yourself, love. I promise."

I sighed and followed him out. The music was fast and I had to rely completely on Edward to keep with the rhythm. He never let go of me.

An uncountable number of songs later, the music slowed down. I noticed that the room had become less crowded. I rested my head on Edward's chest and tried not to think about my feet.

Edward chuckled and I looked up at him confused. He nodded his head in the direction of a couple dancing. The girl was a few inches taller than the guy, but they looked completely happy. "That's Angela and Ben. I don't see Yorkie anywhere, so he must have given up on her."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of Eric. He had been so irritating. "I can't blame her for ditching him. He was so full of himself."

Edward laughed lightly, "I tried to get Ben to ask her. I've been watching him stare at her for weeks, but she didn't notice. She's been so stressed over classes."

I glanced back over at Angela and Ben. She looked so happy. "I'm glad they found each other."

Soon Edward and I were two of twenty people in the room. We decided that it was time to go. We drove back to the apartment quietly. I had danced for several hours, which should have been physically impossible for such a klutz, so I was tired.

"Bella, love?" I looked over at Edward groggily. "We're here. Do you want me to carry you?"

I shook my head and placed my hand on the door handle, "I can make it."

Making it was about all I did. I fumble with the boxer shorts until I knew they were secure and then I fell into bed.