Edward's POV

I didn't have high expectations when I entered into drama class. It always remained constant with the syllabus never changing a single word (except the date, of course). Mrs. Sisler looked like she never aged for the past four years she's been my teacher. Her glasses remained in place on her nose and placed the clipboard against her ribcage with her arm cradling it.

I looked over at Rosalie, my girlfriend for the past two years. I couldn't deny myself that she was beautiful with her alluring smile swept across her face every time she saw me. It was sophomore year when I went head over heels for her. I never knew a stage kiss could really change my emotions rapidly. Of course I didn't get ahead of myself and asked her out immediately. I played "coy" to her and she took part into the game. Three weeks later, I asked her for a casual dinner and she told me she had plans. Despite the rejection, she got me aroused.

A month later, I asked her again if she wanted to go to dinner and to my astonishment, she said yes. Dinner was entertaining with our witty conversations that never left an awkward pause. I played it traditional by walking to her door and saying I had a pleasant evening. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, even though she was expecting me to kiss her somewhere else.

Ever since that date, we have been moving progressively. We kissed numerous times throughout the day even if we were attracting attention. It was our heated intimacy that kept the relationship going.

Mrs. Sisler was calling out attendance on stage with the lights aimed at her. Conversations were echoing throughout the theatre so I gave up trying to listen to her.

"I wonder what the musical is going to be," Alice got up from her chair to stand in front of me.

I shrugged. " You know Mrs. Sisler has always been mysterious when it came to productions."

"I hope we're not doing something like Oklahoma," Emmett brought up. "Mrs. Sisler belongs to that decade so I hope she doesn't make us part of it."

"Whatever the musical may be, we have to do it regardless," Rosalie pointed out. "I wouldn't complain about it Emmett, if I were you."

Emmett gave her a disgust look. I wrapped my arm around her, placing my hand onto her shoulder. I kissed her cheek, feeling her dimples rise up to form a smile. "What are we going to do tonight?"

"I think I have plans tonight…" She grinned, pulling me into her games.

"Shopping with Alice?"

"You always assume that but no. I have actual work I have to do."

I kissed her cheek. "Hmmm you couldn't pull it off for me?" I guided my hand up her back, tickling her. She laughed hysterically, squirming like a fish out of the water.

"Fine you win," She tried to talk through her laughter. "What time?"

"I was thinking after school…"

"Isabella Swan?" Mrs. Sisler called. Bella is in theatre? I turned around to see that she was isolated away from everyone else. Mike started to laugh along with Tyler and Eric. I rolled my eyes to Mike's humor that I never understood throughout the years of knowing him. Mike's a good friend but he and I were never similar once it came to humor. "Isabella, you can come down a little further. Join us! We don't bite."

"Welcome to theatre crew, matey!" Mike tried to impersonate a pirate. Jessica laughed hysterically next to him, which didn't surprise me for a second. I smirked at Mike, shaking my head back and forth. I couldn't believe that he and I exist in the same planet. To my astonishment, Bella moved down a couple rows but remained isolated.

The teacher cleared her voice for the class to settle down. "Welcome class! I'm going to pass out a schedule for our musical we are doing this semester. This year's musical is going to be...drum roll!" Everyone patted their knees to make the sound of drums. "The Music Man. I need everyone to have your parents sign the schedule to make everyone can attend every dress and tech rehearsal. Does anyone have a question so far?" I smiled at the musical we were doing. I was sure that Emmett was disappointed at the selection but it was better than Oklahoma.

"What if you don't have parents?" Tyler asked, giggling hysterically with Mike laughing with him in harmony. I mouthed "what" to Rosalie as she shook head disapprovingly. Tyler and Mike sometimes seemed like they had too much to drink when they come into theatre with the most ridiculous jokes.

"If that were to be the case, I would have your guardian sign it," Mrs. Sisler answered him. "Any more questions?

"When are the auditions?" Mike Newton asked her.

"The auditions are next week during class. I want everyone to prepare a one minute monologue and a one minute song," Mrs. Sisler announced. I kept thinking about the song I would want to do, but nothing came to mind. I could do "On the Street Where You Live" but that has nothing to do with Harold Hill's character. I could look at "22 Comedy Monologues 2 Minutes & Under" to see if I could find any monologues, but they never have anything that ranged my personality.

I heard a thunderous laughter behind and I automatically knew who it was. It was Jacob Black, Mrs. Sisler sidekick in theatre. I could describe my hatred towards Jacob, but it wasn't necessary. I'll narrate down to two words: teacher's pet.

Ever since freshman year, Mrs. Sisler praised Jacob for his efforts regardless the amount he did. He and Bella Swan are best friends, which strikes me odd because physically, they were complete opposites.

I occasionally see Bella and when I do, I somehow own an alternate universe remote to pause everything. I never talk to her because a part of speech never comes out of my mouth when she's near me. I wouldn't call it shyness, but rather watching for my reputation.

Looking back from my chair, I saw Jacob talking to Bella. He mouthed something I couldn't read (nor did I care) and sat down next to her.

Thankful to Mrs. Sisler, she resumed back to the syllabus. "Anymore questions? Yes Alice?"

"How long does the audition have to be?" Alice asked her politely. I didn't understand why Alice was asking her about the audition when Alice has done this millions of times.

"It has to be longer than thirty seconds but the audition can be ten minutes if you really want to. Any more questions? Yes, Emmett?" I groaned quietly. Really Emmett?

"Does the song have to be from a musical?" Emmett asked her. Emmett you asked that question last year. If we were going to do the obvious question game, I might as well take part in that.

"I recommend it, but it doesn't have to be if you don't want to. Yes, Edward?"

"Do you want us to perform a contemporary or classical monologue?" I asked her. Emmett gave me a look that I found humorous. If you wanted to play games Emmett, bring it on buddy.

"Whatever fits the character you're trying out for. I want you to start researching characters from the musical and we'll start reading the script tomorrow. Any more questions?" The theatre was completely quiet. She cleared her throat again. "Very well then, you may take this time to look for monologues. Remember that you'll be graded on the audition."

Mrs. Sisler walked away from us towards backstage to boss the techies around as usual.

"Which monologue are you going to do, Jazz?" Alice asked Jasper couple of seats away from Rosalie and me.

"I haven't made up my mind yet. Hey Edward, which character do you think I should try out for the musical?" Jasper asked me. "Alice told me that you're a fan of The Music Man."

I nodded. "I see you being Charlie Cowell, the business man who looks for Harold Hill in River City."

"Are you going to audition for Harold?"

"Yeah."

"I think I'll audition for him too," Emmett announced conceitedly. "It'll be nice to have a lead for a change."

"Good for you," I told him, casually without any hint of competitiveness. Not reading my tone of voice, he gave me a hideous glare.

"Oh I think you would make a great Harold," Rosalie whispered to me, slithering her tongue up and down the side of my face. "Do you think I would be a good Marian, the librarian?"

I turned my face, softly grabbing her face with my fingers. I pressed my lips against her, slipping my tongue into her mouth seductively. My hands glided down to her—

"Hey look at Swan," Mike interrupted me, giving me a nudge on the shoulder. Rosalie and broke away from our kiss to see Bella walking down the stairs.

"What's so special about an innocent girl walking down the ramp? I was busy, Mike," I growled at him.

"Wait for it!" He told me impatiently. Bella was getting closer to our ramp as laughter increased the volume throughout the theatre. I finally found out while they were laughing: Bella had a hole in her pants. Very mature.

"Mike what did you do?" I whispered to him. "What did she ever do to you?"

"I didn't do anything! It just…happened magically somehow."

"Oh yeah the pants just felt like cutting themselves," I mimicked in a deep voice. "Are you that stupid?"

"Edward why are you being all defensive about it? You don't even know her."

He was right about that. I didn't know her but a part of me wanted to desperately.