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Edward's POV:

Hot tears are welling up in my eyes, ready to start streaming down my cheeks. But, not here. Not now. Paige and I were towards the middle of the night's performances. Since I have some time, I storm out to my car, and let it all out.

Tears of frustration, agony, sadness, envy, everything. Just flying free. Honestly, I really have no idea on what to do. I've never had to deal with these emotions before, because all of the girls back home were either stuck-up brats, or 'Ugly Bettys'. But Paige…

I should've known. I should've known that she'll never want to be with me, not even for a second. When we were dancing, it felt like there was a spark, a connection between us. Apparently, there wasn't.

I drive around for about ten minutes, and decide to return for the results. I know that I'll get looks of confusion, disappointment, etc. However, if I don't return, I will be disqualified, and I'm not letting a selfish girl ruin my dance career.

My car eases into the parking lot, and I see a person. And what a coincidence it was to be the magnificent Paige Hyland. I start walking, avoiding any eye-contact with her.

"Edward!" she shouts.

I just keep walking.

"Edward! Wait, I need to talk to you!"

I just keep walking. And I'm not going to wait, or talk, or do anything besides pretend to like her on the show. That's final.