A/N:A lot of people have requested Edward's POV at the dance, so here we go! I hope it's not that bad. If you ever want it again, for any particular scene, let me know! :)

Disclaimer: Stephenie owns it. Well, not this story, but she owns Twilight.


Chapter 3:

EPOV:

Curse high school dances.

I was only here because I was dragged here by my so-called "friends", hoping to set me up, yet again, with Jessica Stanley. The Queen Bee.

Everything I despised in a girl.

The girl couldn't even form one single coherent sentence!

I mean, don't get me wrong, it is awfully cute when a girl stutters, but there's only so many times I can hear the words "like" and "oh my god" in one sentence!

To me, she wasn't attractive. Definitely no chemistry. None at all.

She wasn't attractive to me in that way and she wasn't physically attractive, at all.

Well, to me, at least.

Half the male population at school thought that they were in love with her. Myself? I honestly didn't see what kind of appeal she could hold for anyone.

She had obviously dyed blonde hair, so much make up on she looked like Stifler's Mom's twin (A/N: American Pie reference. xD), she wore clothes that were supposed to be "sexy" but ended up making her look like a phoney slut.

And just her persona out of everything, it was just annoying.

Oh, trust me. I know exactly what my rep is like.

Guys and girls alike think I've been with dozens of girls - but that's not true.

Truth be told - I've never even had a single girlfriend.

No, no, I'm not gay I just don't like dating, I guess

I mean, what's the point of making out or simple baring your soul to someone you're never going to see again? It's beyond me.

And it so happens, I've never found a girl that held any appeal of interest for me.

I was hanging by myself in a corner, debating how I was going to be able to get out of here.

And that was when I saw her. A girl. But not just any girl. The most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on.

She was wearing an elegant black dress and a matching mask, hiding her identity from me.

She was standing alone by the punch table. She didn't seem to have a date and if she did, he obviously wasn't around.

If she was my date, I wouldn't let her out of my sight for one second - beautiful as she is.

I'd be afraid I'd miss one minute of her beauty.

She was looking around in frustration, twitching her fingers.

I wondered if I should go over and talk to her. Ask for her name. Maybe ask her to dance?

Would that be to forward? She looked so beautiful and she was unaccompanied. And I might never see her again, this might be my only chance.

Ah! I hate this! I wish I knew what to do.

I could ask one of the guys or Emmett or Jasper. But no, they would probably embarrass me.

I could go over, but what if she thought I was a weirdo or a freak?

Only one way to find out.

I took a deep breath and started to walk over to her, keeping my eyes only on her.

As I was halfway there, the beauty looked up and found my face.

I thought for a second about turning back, but I was halfway there now, might aswell finish the mission - even if I failed.

I walked right up to her as she stared at me, clearly stunned.

Might she know who I was?

I smiled, out of nervous. "Hi." I said, my voice clear.

It took her a while to respond and finally she did. "H-hi.. hi." She stuttered.

Aww! She was one of those girls that stutters! I love that, it's so cute.

I laughed and as I did so, she was blushing a most beautiful scarlet red. It made her face stand out even more, looking more beautiful, if possible.

We stood there for a while, she was staring into my eyes and I hers. Her eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown, standing out from her mask.

I had never seen eyes like that, they are so beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful part of her face.

I probably shouldn't spend so long gawking at her, I thought to myself, she might think I'm a stalker or something.

But what should I do? Would asking her to dance be too forward? Might aswell give it a shot.

"Care to dance?" I asked, giving her my hand to take in hers.

She looked scared. Oh dear, had I frightened her by staring at her for too long?

"Uh, sorry. But, I, uh. I can't dance." She said, laughing nervously.

I laughed. Was that all she was afraid of? Dancing?

"Nonsense. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." I told her.

And I meant every word of it. If she would fall, I would catch her before even a tiny hair on her head fell to the ground.

She still shook her head.

"Please?" I asked, pleading.

I'm pretty sure I was begging like a dog now, but I didn't want to let her out of my sight and dancing with her would possibly make my night. And see that she could dance with me and it would all be okay. Nothing to fear, at all.

She sighed and said "Fine."

I took my hand in hers and led her to the dance floor.

I saw Emmett among the couples, grinning at me while he was dancing with Rosalie Hale. I just rolled my eyes.

I swear my irresponsible brother was going to get her impregnated with the amount of times they did it.

I had to listen to his bragging oh, say, over a million times. It bugged me, him always telling me how I needed to get "canoodling" with a galpal of my own.

Then, a slow song I had never heard of began playing and I took her hand in mine and put the other slowly around her waist, seeing if she was comfortable with that close proximity. And she was. She placed her free hand on my shoulder.

Us having this closeness and our skin interacting with each other sparked electricity.

I wondered if it was just me, or her also.

Together, we softly moved to the music.

I decided to move slow, to help her. She was obviously frightened of dancing, but perhaps if I moved slowly, it would help. And she wouldn't trip or anything.

I wanted to help her feel at ease.

I barely heard the song, I was too interested in this beautiful girl.

She looked up at me and we were looking into each others eyes again.

I was being mesmerized. This girl was so beautiful, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

We'd barely said five sentences to each other but already I felt like I was falling for her.

I was still being mesmorized by her when she was tugging on my arms.

I creased my eyebrows, was she that anxious to get away from me that she couldn't even wait the full dance to be over? Oh, wait, the song had changed. Whoops, I wasn't paying attention.

Unwillingly, I removed my hands from her.

"Er, thanks for the dance." She said, starting to walking away.

I wasn't having that, not at all.

I quickly grabbed her arm and she stopped, looking back at me.

"Don't go yet, please." I pleaded.

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

I took her word at that.

I still had to laugh, watching her being clumsy, even while dancing, would be the cutest thing ever.

But what could I do to get to spend more time with her? Hmm.

"Well, we could talk a walk out back? It involves no dancing of any kind. Cross my heart." I motioned crossing my heart with two fingers, promising her that no dancing would happen.

She laughed and then sighed, giving in. "Okay." She agreed.

I offered my hand again and she took it.

I led her through the crowd and outside the back.

She still held her hand in mine. I was glad that she kept it there, that gave me some kind of sign. At least she didn't mind being with me, just shy I guess.

So that's a few things I know so far. Clumsy, shy, and of course now I know her voice.

I had to find out who this girl was.

We were walking until we found a quiet spot near a tree. There was a bench there that we could sit down on.

I gestured her to sit down first and she sat down. When she did, I sat down beside her.

I saw her shiver, goosebumps appearing on her skin.

"Are you cold?" I asked her.

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

I laughed to myself. Did she think I was going to let her freeze? Not to my accord.

I shrugged out of my jacket, so she could keep it on so not to be cold.

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

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

I placed my jacket around her fragile white shoulders.

I saw her smile to herself and then to me. "Thank you." She smiled.

I smiled back. "Your welcome."

A comfortable silence ensued.

After a while, she decided to speak. "So, do I get to know your name?"

She didn't know my name? That made two of us. Huh.

I laughed. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." Secretly letting her know that not only did she not know who I was, but I didn't know who she was.

She laughed with me.

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

And then she blushed, and I laughed it off.

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

We asked each other questions. I learned a lot about this girl. She probably didn't think it, but she was so interesting! Even the smallest detail like green being her favourite colour was so interesting to me, which made her blush, so I loved it even more.

I could talk with her for one thousand years and still be intrigued.

She was shy, clumsy, caring, giving, she took care of her parents, hadn't had that many friends, done all her schoolwork, read a lot of books.

I decided to go down to questions that might narrow down who she might be or what circle she might run in.

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

"Hmm." She mused, thinking what to answer.

"Nerd." She said simply.

"Really?" I asked, really shocked. She didn't seem like a nerd, not at all. "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?" She 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." I shook my head. Social circles were ridiculous. What I was telling her was the absolute truth, not fearing what she'd think. She was the first person I've ever been this comfortable with.

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

I 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 admitted to her.

She blushed yet again.

I raised my hand slowly and brought it up to her cheek. The blush was red hot under my hand. "Your blush is lovely." I whispered.

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

I looked back at me, and literally laughed out loud. Her hair was a mess!

"Your..hair..haystack!" I got out, clutching my sides.

"Fine, make fun of me." She said, pouting, trying to fix her hair back into place.

She finally fixed it properly, but there was a stray piece of her hanging by her neck.

I reached my hand up to her neck and tucked it gently behind her ear.

I don't know what caused me to do the next thing, but I was leaning down towards her face.

Then, my lips captured hers.

They tasted sweet, like cherries. I liked the taste the taste of it and kept kissing her more and more. It was gentle, caressing. Chaste, but still.. I was enjoying every minute of it.

I was kissing this girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick. (A/N: sorry, i just had to! XD it felt so wrong, it felt so right! xD)

Eventually, we had to come up for air so we could breathe.

"Wow." She breathed.

"Yeah." I agreed.

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

"Amazing?" I asked.

She nodded and chuckled.

I was just about to lean down to kiss her again, when a few of the guys were running looking for me, yelling "Cullen!"

The girl's face went white.

"You-you're Edward Cullen?" She whispered.

I grinned and nodded.

"Yes, do I know you?" I asked.

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

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

Silence.

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

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

She sighed. Maybe now that she knew who I was, she didn't want anything to do with me.

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

I nodded and gave her one from my pocket.

She grabbed my hand and wrote something on my hand.

She handed me back my pen and ran off, mere seconds before the guys came.

"But wait!" I tried to shout, but she was already gone.

"Dude, who was that?" Tyler laughed in my ear.

I didn't answer.

Possibly, the girl of my dreams, I answered in my thoughts.

I looked down to see what she had written on the palm of my hand.

nerdygirl1881.

It was possibly an MSN name. I would have to check it out.

Right now.

"Guys, I'm going home, I don't feel well." I faked.

"But Eddieeee." Half of them complained.

"Sorry guys, I gotta go!"

I took off for my Volvo, racing home to look the name up online and find my dream girl.

Yay, the chapter is up sooner! I have temporary internet. Yayuh.

Hope you guys liked this chapter. I didn't go into the IM conversation because it would've been the same from Bella's POV.

I got a tattoo last Friday, yay! It hurts like a bitch. But it's worth it!

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