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READ THIS OR YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THE CHAPTER: I totally realized I didn't want Edward to be the only Cullen in the school, so Alice and Emmett are his siblings. I went back to chapter one and changed this fact. Remember that Bella thinks Edward is the only Cullen.
Chapter Two- Piano Lessons
I finally managed to make it to lunch with only a few bruises from when I ran into an open locker door but I was otherwise unscathed. I sighed gratefully as I spotted Alice waving frantically at me and sank into the seat next to her.
"Hi, Bella!" Alice squealed and pulled me into a tight hug. I coughed and nodded; the girl had the strength of a wrestler.
"Ack! I… can't… breathe! Let me go!" I cried chokingly.
"Oopsie!" she giggled and let me go, gasping for oxygen. "Well, Bella, I'd like to formally introduce you to Rosalie and Emmett," she stated grandly, gesturing to the two gorgeous people sitting across from me.
"It's nice to meet you, Bella!" Emmett said eagerly, nearly bouncing in his seat. Rosalie calmly flicked him with a long, sharp nail to get him to calm down and turned away from me.
"Owie," he grumbled and finally sat firmly in his seat. I giggled under my breath.
When Rosalie didn't say anything, I narrowed my eyes and, almost as a challenge, said, "It's very nice to meet you Rosalie. I've heard so much about you." I extended my hand slowly and waited for her to shake it. She finally sighed and quickly shook my hand, as if the un-manicuredness of it would bite.
I smiled angelically and looked around the lunchroom. You could easily identify the three major groups:
The populars were sitting right in the middle of everything, laughing and talking the loudest. I spotted Jessica Stanley, who had introduced herself to me today, chatting up some blond kid who looked as if he would rather be somewhere else.
There were the nerds who all sat at the same table but didn't talk.
Then there were the miscellaneous groups scattered around the cafeteria.
It was scary how easy it was to pick out these groups. These people were so predictable.
But then I saw Edward sitting alone at a table in the back corner of the room, reading something.
"What's his problem?" I whispered to Alice, though there was no way he could have heard me.
"Who, Edward's?" Alice said, subtly pointing to him.
"Yeah," I murmured back.
"I don't really know, to be honest. He doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't answer any questions in class, but we all know he gets perfect grades. He never goes to any parties or just anything," she answered. I narrowed my eyes. I would figure out this stupid mystery. I had a great time talking to him in the office before he'd snapped at me.
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"No," I stated firmly, looking Charlie straight in the eye.
"Come on, Bells. You need an extracurricular on your college application! Piano lessons would look great!" he cried, obviously frustrated with my lack of cooperation.
"But, Charlie!" I whined. I have no musical talent whatsoever and now he wanted to put me in piano lessons?
"No buts, Bella. You're going. Now there are two options in Forks," he began. I snorted. Of course there were only two places to go to. Forks' population was under 5,000 and not many of us had musical intuition.
"There's a class with fourteen other people," he continued.
"No!" I cried. "Not with other people! Please tell me the other one is private lessons," I begged.
"It is. And since I knew that was the one you would want, you have a lesson tomorrow at this address," he said, handing me a flyer.
I sighed. When Charlie wanted something, it was useless to argue with him.
At the lesson…. Sorry, I'm not going to include something about Bella showering and sleeping.
I was driving for a while, and at some point I thought I had gotten lost but the flyer (which looked like a five year old had done it) said that the turn off was obscure and hidden by the trees. Eventually, I found it and continued on the narrow road for about three miles or so until I got to a huge white house. I parked in the massive driveway next to a black Toyota with a bored looking parent inside.
I slowly got out of the rust bucket and stared in wonder at the house. The architecture looked as if it was from 100 years ago, but it was obvious the house had just been built.
I finally got to the door, nervously grasping my new books which the flyer had said to bring. I sighed and knocked on the huge, wooden door.
"Come in!" a happy voice called, which sounded vaguely familiar.
A little girl with blond pigtails hopped off the piano bench and a tall man with bronze hair handed the girl her piano books.
"Okay," he said as he wrapped up the lesson. "Remember to practice the left hand of that piece; it needs work!" The girl looked up, listening closely to the man.
"Alright!" the girl cried, obviously infatuated with the teacher and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Bye, Mr. Cullen!"
I froze. Mr. Cullen…? This could not be happening. Please, dear God, let this not be happening. But the hair and the perfect body… it was him. I was almost sure of it.
"Mr. Cullen?" I whispered hoarsely, almost to myself. But he heard me. He ran a hand through his hair and turned so I could almost but not quite see his face. I shifted a little bit but still couldn't see anything.
"Come on in, uh," he flipped through some papers resting on top of the gorgeous piano. Then he too froze with shock. "Bella Swan," he finished, turning to face me. I immediately blushed as I recognized the perfect face. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. We both just stood there for a moment, savoring the awkwardness of the situation. He glared at me.
"Well, you're paying so sit down," he muttered and turned away grumbling to himself. I could tell his shield was up and he had an imaginary fortress around him, yet he had seemed so open with the little girl. I placed my books on the piano where I saw the girl put them and sat down on the hard bench, sighing again.
"That girl was sweet," I said awkwardly as he looked through some papers.
"Um, what? Oh, yeah, I guess," he stated, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. It made him even more attractive. "Okay, so scoot over," he ordered. I "scooted" to the far end of the bench and he sat on the very edge. "So do you know anything about the piano?" he sneered, sounding like he was so much better than me. He must have been expecting a complete amateur.
I glared at him as I answered, "I know all the notes and stuff," I mumbled a lot less coherently than I had hoped.
"What was that, Ms. Swan?" he snapped.
Before I could think of a retort, a tinkling laugh was heard from the top of the spiraling staircase.
"Abusing your students again, Edward?" Alice's voice asked. Wait, Alice? Were they going out or something? But she was dating Jasper and seemed completely happy! And she said that he was weird and stuff!
"Are you having an affair with Alice? I'll freaking kill you if you are," I snarled at him. It was all his fault if he was.
Suddenly, Edward's eyes widened and he let out the loudest, yet most beautiful, laugh I had ever heard. And this was the first time I had seen him smile. I committed it to memory because it was probably the last time I would ever see it.
"No! No!" he managed to choke out. "S-she's my sister!" Then he managed to pull himself together with only a few giggles escaping every ten seconds or so.
"Alice? You're related to him?" I demanded, pointing at the giggling boy. How could such a sweet lovely person be related to him? "He's your brother?"
Alice looked around the scene uncomfortably. "Bella, I'm really sorry for not telling you. I don't like to tell people that I'm related to him," she growled, pointing at the god sitting next to me.
"I can see why," I said as if Edward weren't even there.
"Hey! I resent that," he cried out.
"Hay is for horses, Edward," Alice taunted. "Bye, Bella! I'll see you tomorrow!" she called as she left.
After she exited the room, the crushing tension returned.
"Okay," he sighed. "You know the notes; that's a decent start. So how about you start in this book here?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question. He reached over me and grabbed a shiny, colorful book from the end of the piano. "Try… this one," he said, pointing out an agonizingly simple piece that was only half a page long.
"I think I can manage something above preschool level," I stated sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.
"Just play the damn piano," he ordered, rising gracefully from the bench so I could sit in the middle. I began to play, the notes coming naturally from my fingertips. Edward loomed over me, checking the notes and my hands every so often.
When I was about mid-way through the piece, he began breathing heavily right by my ear. When it got unbearably obnoxious, I sped through the rest of the notes, ignoring Edward's protests to slow down.
"Do you mind? Your breathing is so loud when it's right next to my ear," I told him, waiting for some sort of irritating response.
"What are saying? Are you saying I can't breathe?" he asked innocently. "Do you really want me to die that much?"
"Yes, damn it! I'd very much prefer if you stopped breathing!" I yelled. "You're so annoying!"
"I'm insulted, Ms. Swan! I'm your piano teacher! You better treat me with respect!" Edward said calmly, as if admonishing a child.
"Oh, shut up! You're not better than everyone else," I muttered.
"Yeah? But I am your piano teacher and I think that means I should be able to boss you around," he said haughtily.
"Does that make you better? No! It just makes you an asshole!" I yelled and turned my back on him. He was so irritating!
"It does so!"
I didn't respond as I looked out the window, praying there was another student coming soon.
"Oh, real mature, Bella. The silent treatment will definitely work," he said sarcastically.
"SHUT UP!" I screamed as a timid knock intruded in our fight.
"Um, is this a bad time?" a meek looking woman asked, grasping the hand of her child.
"No, no, not at all!" Edward smiled, immediately back to his parent-with-small-child face. "Good morning, Mary Ellen. Go sit on the bench and I'll be there in a moment."
I stomped over to my books and snatched them off the shiny piano. I stormed over to the door but on my way, tripped over the flat hardwood floor. I braced myself for a collision with the ground but was instead caught by a pair of very strong, manly arms. Edward's arms.
I immediately jumped out of his "embrace".
"Thank you, Mr. Cullen," I said stiffly.
"Have a nice day, Ms. Swan. Do try not to trip and fall off a cliff," he waved cheerily.
When the mother's back was turned I flipped him off and stuck out my tongue before he could react.
God, what an ass.
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