Chapter 2:

He led me onto the dance floor among all the couples.

It was a slow song, called Best I Ever Had by Vertical Horizon. (A/N: yeah, yeah, NM playlist, but I was in school when I wrote this and it was the first song that popped into my small brain XD)

He took one hand in mine and placed the other around my waist, leaving me to put my other hand on his shoulder.

Together, we softly moved to the music.

He seemed to be moving very slowly, in reassurance for me.

At least he was taking my fear seriously.

We swayed back and forth, looking into each others eyes, again.

Besides the music, there was just silence, longing into each of our eyes.

And that's how we lasted for the whole of the song.

When the song was over, he still had his arms around me so I had to tug on him gently to pry him loose.

"Er, thanks for the dance." I said and began to walk away.

As I turned to leave, I felt a cool hand on my arm.

I turned back at the boy who was holding a restraint on my arm.

"Don't go yet, please." The boy pleaded.

"I'm sorry. I can't possibly dance more, or else an accident will happen." I told him.

He laughed. "Well, we could talk a walk out back? It involves no dancing of any kind. Cross my heart." And he did just that. Motioning crossing his heart with two fingers.

I laughed and sighed. "Okay." I agreed.

He offered his hand again and I took it.

He led us through the crowd and out the back.

It was really beautiful out the back.

Emmett and Jasper put up beautiful white fences and Rosalie bought red and white roses and hung them everywhere.

It really was breathtaking.

We kept walking side by side, my hand in his, until we came to a bench under a tall Oak tree.

He gestured for me to sit down first and I did so, and he sat down beside me.

I felt myself shiver beside him from the cold air.

"Are you cold?" The velvet voiced boy asked me, obviously noticing my goosebumps.

I nodded. "I probably should have brought my jacket with me. Oh well, it's okay. I've been in worse weather conditions than this."

He chuckled to himself and shrugged out of his jacket.

I saw what he was about to do and widened my eyes. "No, no! Really it's okay, you don't need to give me your jacket. I wasn't hinting or anything, I swear."

He laughed again. "I know, but I don't want to see you turn into an icicle. Here.."

And he placed his jacket around my shoulders.

It heated me up essentially. He must've been wearing it for a long time, because it was really hot, and I was thankful for a warm jacket.

"Thank you."
"Your welcome." He smiled.

Another silence empowered us. Not awkward. No, not awkward at all.

It was a comfortable silence. I felt really comfortable around this boy.

I hadn't known him for more than 30 minutes and I felt comfortable speaking my mind around him.

He was kind, polite, handsome. His eyes were so beautiful.

Why hadn't I seen him before? Maybe he was new.

"So, do I get to know your name?" I asked.

He chuckled. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

I chuckled back.

No way was I telling him my name. He seemed to be in league with somebody like Jessica Stanley or Edward Cullen.

"Well, then, how about a game of 20 questions? I'd really like to get to know you better." He offered.
I nodded. "Sure, why not? I've already embarrassed myself by dancing, what more could I have left to lose, right?"

Oh god, did I just say that out loud? See what I mean? This boy makes me do things!

But he just laughed it off.

"Okay, I'll start." He said.

We asked questions like favourite colours, favourite gemstones, favourite movies, favourite bands.

Whether he knew it a lot, I really liked what I learned about him.

He seemed genuine, truthful, kind, caring. And every piece of information I learned about him, I just liked him even more.

"So, if you had to put yourself into one social category, what would he be?" He asked.

"Hmm." I knew this straight off. Alice always teased me about it, preps called me it everyday.

But I didn't want him to know what I was, but I figured why not? What else have I got left to lose?

"Nerd." I said simply.

"Really?" He asked, shocked by my revelation. "No offence, but you really don't seem like a nerd. Quite the opposite actually."

"Oh, really? And tell me; oh, great one. What would you classify yourself as?" I asked.

"I don't believe in putting people in social categories. I mean, if you don't fit in, you're a "freak" and most of the people lie and pretend to be something they're not just so they won't be tortured by the King and Queen Bees." He sighed. "But, socially speaking. Most people would categorize me as a jock or a prep." He shook his head.

"Oh." I said. "Seems like you and I are from different planets, Mr. Jock."

He shrugged. "As I said, I don't believe in social ladders. And everyone around me that I've met are phoney. I can't reveal my true identity to themselves. But you. I know we haven't even known each other for a full hour, but I can't talk to you like I can't talk to them. You're probably the only person I've known in this school who actually seem honest, truthworthy and accepting. Not to mention stunningly beautiful."

I blushed. Wow, did he just say that?

He lifted a hand up and pressed it onto my cheek. "Your blush is lovely." He commented.

And that only made me blush more! I had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. And I was pretty sure he could feel the heat from my blushing under his hand.

Then, a strong gust of wind blew past us, messing up my hair in the process.

He looked back at me, and laughed his little head off.

"Your..hair..haystack!" He exclaimed, clutching his sides.

"Fine, make fun of me." I said, pouting, trying to fix my hair in my place.

I finally got it looking, I hope, decent.

He moved hand up to my neck and pushed a stray look of hair behind my ear.

When he touched me, it was like an electric shock pulsing through my veins. I wonder if he felt it too.

Then, as pulled his hand away, his head was leaning down, his lips reaching towards my lips.

I breathed quickly and then his lips pressed gently against mine.

I immediately felt butterflies, kissing this boy made me feel so welcome to his lips. Like they were mine to take and kiss.

My lips fit perfectly into his, like they were specifically made for me.

I could taste his energy in this first kiss.

I'm not sure how long we were kissing for. Could've been seconds, minutes, hours, days. I didn't care, I only wanted to be kissing this boy.

Eventually we broke apart for air to breathe.

"Wow." I breathed.

"Yeah." He agreed.

"That was.." I struggled to find the right word.

"Amazing?" He asked.

Wow, he thought it was amazing? Glad I'm not the only one, then!

I just nodded and he chuckled.

I think he was just about to lean down to kiss me again when some friends of his came toward us yelling "Cullen!"

Cullen? As in..

I stared back at him. Bronze, messy hair. Perfect green eyes.

Oh no.

"You-you're Edward Cullen?" I asked him.

He grinned and nodded.

"Yes, do I know you?"

"So you don't know who I am?"

"Sorry, no. But I'd love to."

I couldn't believe this, I felt so betrayed by my own existence.

I realized my fatuation for Edward before wasn't really that real. But now, after talking to him, kissing him..

His friends were racing toward us.

"Sorry, Edward. I have to go. Before my carriage turns into a pumpkin." I sighed.

"But wait," He said, grabbing my hand. "Don't I get to know your name? How will I find you?"

I sighed. Not ready to give him my name, doubting I ever would be. We were from two different worlds.

"Look me up online," I told him. "Do you have a pen?"

He nodded and gave me one from his pocket.

I grabbed his hand and wrote on his palm "nerdygirl1881".

And I handed him back his pen, running off just before his friends ran up to him.

"But wait!" I heard him shout, muffled by the banter of his jock buddies.

When I got home, I took my shoes off and laid back down on my bed, sighing.

The best and worst night of my life.

That boy.. Edward. I admit that I felt drawn to him by his presence, his conversation, his lips on mine.

Everything about him was alluring.

I never expected us to meet, I just had ludicrous fantasies about him.

But now that we talked, kissed, had a connection. I felt.. drawn to him.

Not because he's Edward Cullen. But because of Edward Cullen is.

He really isn't that pretty boy people think he is, there's something deep there.

He knows it true, the way he was trying to make me see how even though he was in league with all the jocks, he felt isolated.

But, we're from two different worlds. We're alike in personality, but public figure speaking, we weren't compatible.

I pressed a pillow into my face and groaned loudly.

This was so unfair, I felt something for him and I couldn't do anything about it.

Maybe it was best that I did nothing, just forget about this whole situation. Nothing good could come from it.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower and changed into my pyjama's and got some hot chocolate and turned on my computer.

This was my nightly routine. The internet was my only escape from the outside world.

I turned on my instant messenger and saw that I had a request from a "multiplepersonalities".

Oh snap.

Edward must've figured out that it was my address for MSN. I didn't think it would be that hard, but that he'd actually add me.

I debated for a second, wondering what to do.

But in the end, I decided to accept him anyways.

As soon as I did that, the window popped up straight away, like he was waiting for me to come online.

multiplepersonalities: Hey, why did you take off so fast?

nerdygirl1881: Sorry, I really didn't feel like hanging around with your jock buddies, they probably know me or know of me.

multiplepersonalities: Really? Huh. Maybe I should've asked them. I'd really love to know your name.

nerdygirl1881: Maybe it's best for both of us that you don't.

multiplepersonalities: Why?

nerdygirl1881: As I said before, I don't run with your crowd. It wouldn't even be wise for us to be friends.

multiplepersonalities: You actually care about those fakes?

nerdygirl1881: No, but, you have an image to obtain, and I realize that. And I wouldn't want to ruin that for you.

multiplepersonalities: snort Please, I couldn't give a crap about my imagine. If I always had someone like you to hang out with, I wouldn't even have this image. I'd just be normal, like you.

nerdygirl1881: Normal? Me? HA. Are you blind? I'm a nerd.

multiplepersonalities: So, that's how I get to find out who you are. I can find all the girls in the school who are nerds. The nerds with beautiful chocolate brown eyes and luscious brown hair.

I stopped typing, gawking at the computer screen. Eyes wide, my face blushing furiously.

I really wished he wouldn't do that.

multiplepersonalities: You're blushing right now, aren't you?

nerdygirl1881: I hate you. .

multiplepersonalities: Haha. You didn't seem to hate me earlier when we were making out.

nerdygirl1881: Oh, whatever Edward Cullen.

multiplepersonalities: Hehe. grins evilly

nerdygirl1881: You're such a dork!

multiplepersonalities: But a funny dork?

nerdygirl1881: But of course! Lol.

multiplepersonalities: Hey, do you have Last.Fm? (A/N: i love last.fm, couldn't resist. XDD)

nerdygirl1881: Yes, I do. Why?

multiplepersonalities: Because I want to add you, duh.

nerdygirl1881: Sigh My username is the same as my MSN name.

multiplepersonalities: Okay, I added you. But no picture? :(

nerdygirl1881: Oh are a sneaky little devil.

I laughed. My Last.Fm picture was a picture of books, completely random.

multiplepersonlities: Well, I had to try, right?

nerdygirl1881: Haha, yes you did. And you were good at it too, I give you kudos for that.

multiplepersonalities: Hey, look, we're listening to the same song.

nerdygirl1881: Clair De Lune?

multiplepersonalities: You, too, know Debussy?

nerdygirl1881: Oh, just my favourites. My mother plays classical music around the house a lot.

multiplepersonalities: It's one of my favourites too. :)

We continued talking for the rest of the next, about non-important things.

I enjoyed talking to him, a whole lot.

Eventually, at 5AM, we decided to both go to bed.

We decided to remain friends and keep our friendship secret, but I still wouldn't tell him who I was.

I knew if I did, he would confront me in the halls at school or arrive at my house.

So, with that, our friendship could only be within internet range.

I only hoped when I saw him at school, he wouldn't recognize me.

Yay! Chapter 2! :D

What did you guys think? I wrote half of this during my study period during school and half of it during the past two hours (it is now past 4:30AM, insomniaa).

I hope you guys really like it, I'm trying not to make it too cliche and make it different than others. Well I'm trying at least, haha.

Okay, a bit of news. Tommorow - well, technically today, since it's waaay past midnight.. meaning Tuesday, I'm moving house, so I won't have any internet for 10 days, BOOHISS!

We won't have a phone either. :( The stupid man forgot to plug it in or something, so now all I have is my books and TV. I'll die without fanfics, I swear, lmao.

So, with that, I won't be able to update for 10 days. But maybe I'll internet soon, you never knowww.

But anyways, as soon as I'll get back, the first thing I'm going to do is type up the chapter(s) I've written. Because while I have no internet, I'm going to be writing, of course. :)

Don't hate me! XDD

So, I hope you guys liked chapter 2. Is there anything you'd like to see in this fanfic? What could I be doing better? Make chapters longer, shorter? Would you like to see Edward's POV? If so, on what?

OH, and the title for this fanfic came from one of my favourite Katy Perry songs, "Thinking Of You". I love that song! I love her too. xD

Thank to the people who reviewed my first chapter, I'm so glad that you guys like it! It mades me glad people actually like what I write, it really does. At least I'm doing something right!

REVIEW! I shall give you an oreo smoothie. ;)