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Your heart, I'll carry it with me …
Bella Swan moves to Forks where she meets Edward Cullen. But this is not your typical Bella and this is not the story you know.
Twilight fanfiction; I own nothing.
CHAPTER TWO
High school years are carefree; you might not realize it then but you certainly have to admit it to yourself once you step into real world.
As kids the majority of our worries does not come from grades or our future but … dances. It seems dances are happening all the time, no matter how small the occasion. Yet no matter how many you attend, you will never get used to them. You will still be a nervous wreck days prior.
Because, you see, going to a dance means not only having fitting dress, expensive shoes, professional hairstyle; most of all it means arriving with the hottest boy in school.
I am not the most sociable person on the planet since having people around often means sacrificing yourself for the common good, but even my icily focused heart began melting when the posters began hanging pretty much everywhere. Having never been the healthiest person I too got infected with this dance fever and I was appalled by my enthusiasm. I eagerly commented on Lauren's and Jessica's dresses as if I was some fashion guru. I just rationalized it to myself that even I need some cheering up in this constantly wet weather.
Yet I never really considered attending the dance myself until Mike asked me to go with him.
Before Geography started, I was once again trapped in ice age. Edward and I weren't talking; who knew what his reasons were, I just I just could not stand his riddles. Indeed I might be a bit sensitive when it comes to extreme cold since I did spend almost two decades in the middle of a desert, but I am stubborn and my (sometimes too) will can get me through pretty much everything.
It might not have been very mature of me but I ignored him and stared into the textbook when Mike suddenly sat on the desk and greeted me with his typically wide smile.
"Hi, Bella," he said.
It was an invasion of my private space so surely I wasn't the warmest host.
"Hello, Mike," I tried to smile while wondering what I had committed to deserve this offense.
"Oh, nothing much just … listen … that dance next week …"
I should have probably seen it coming but I only raised my eyebrows.
"Yes?" I encouraged him. I heard Edward giggling next to me but since for me he didn't exist I dismissed it.
"You don't happen someone accompanying you already, do you?" he finally let it out.
Given my age and gender and should have probably started jumping up and down, praising the lord for invitation but I have somehow of a peculiar nature I did none of that.
"No," I said, "not really. I … I wasn't actually planning to go …"
"Well, if I invite you, will you change your mind?"
I still had the dress from recent Phoenix dance. I know three's a rule about wearing the same outfit twice but since no one had seen me in it yet, I saw no harm in breaking it.
"It's gonna be fun," he tried to convince me after I hesitated, "crappy decorations, trite music, me making a fool out of myself while dancing …"
I laughed. Mike was certainly a very sweet boy any girl would love to be around. And heck, it was just a dance anyway; I had to take a break from books eventually.
"Fine, I'll go," I said.
"Really?" Just when you thought his smiling muscles already reached their limit. I thought his eyes were going to pop out.
"Yeah, why not!"
"Cool!"
Whoever his dentist was, he surely did an incredible job, judging from all the teeth Mike was showing while smiling. I watched him hopping back to his desk.
As I looked back, Edward was smiling at me. His smile was just so … captivating that ramparts almost failed me.
"What?" I rolled my eyes.
"You are not truly going to a dance with Mike Newton, are you?" he tittered.
"What's so funny about that?"
"He is just so …"
"Kind?" I suggested.
"No …"
"Polite?"
"More like … boring. Annoying. Extremely predictable."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"Well, Edward, if you have such a big problem with me going to a dance with Mike, then you should've asked me when I was still available!"
"I don't go to dances," he said gloomily.
"In that case I don't really see what gives you the right to trash those who do go!"
"Don't say I didn't warn you … Mike's intentions are not completely decent …"
"And you say this because you are a guy and guys know guys?"
He was so predictable. He made up this game of chess where I am a damsel in distress and he my Prince Charming, riding on a white horse to relieve me of my stress. In his twisted fantasy Mike was probably an affected traveller, trying to steal my father's fortune. Yet just before the confetti would start falling on my long white dress, he would disappear and somewhere in the distance his laughter would echo. Checkmate.
"No, I'm telling you as an objective observer."
"And my emotions swept me off my feet, impairing my judgement?!"
"He just asked you out to a dance; you are not expected to be objective."
"Then tell me, Mr I see things that aren't actually there/ I probably make them up since I wanna be the centre of attention, how do you know that my intentions aren't indecent?" I said with raised eyebrows.
He didn't respond. He only bit his lower lip and his look lost its playfulness. He looked hurt and I cursed in my mind. His look focused on something on the other side of the window and I tried to focus on lecture but I could not shake a bad feeling, guilt.
I never like to be rude but when Edward's around, it is kind of hard to resist. I can tell myself I am right since he is no different, yet at the same time, I do feel kind of bad. No matter how affected I am, in my core I am still a girl. And I would love nothing more than to go to a dance with this incarnation of physical perfection. Who cares if it's only his façade that's breath taking? He might be rotten in his soul but isn't it the appearance what is in nowadays? We judge with eyes, not with mind, yet alone our hearts. As long as it attracts us, it will end up in our shopping trolley although its additives might end up killing us in the end.
To Be Continued.
Broughttoyouby:::winter.