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Chapter Three: Dance With Me, Make Me Sway

BPOV

I walked up the long flight of stairs, silently cursing myself for choosing this type of activity. I couldn't help myself, Edward Cullen moved so smoothly, his green eyes were enough to make you swoon. His dance partnere Tanya was gorgeous and moved with such grace it was truely unsettling. Her beautiful lean figure made me feel slightly awkward.

I was skinny, I wasn't no model, like her. I was semi soft. My hips were in a curve, and my breasts were slightly more developed than hers, not that she wasn't fully developed, it was just that she wasn't as big in the chest as me. Probably because of how active she is. Dancing does help tone your body, or so I've heard. I was in ballet for a few years, but I begged my mother to let me quit. She wouldn't let me until I was out of her school.

I heard a nose, and I looked over, Jane, a woman I know to be married was kissing Edward, smiling. "Until later, lover." She said smiling, he smiled back and nodded his head.

He was shirtless. His muscular chest didn't hold any disappointment. I couldn't believe how tight the cords of muscles were. Dancing was very good to help tone your body. I can definately see this. Edward turned away and walked back into his cabin. His cabin was attatched to the personal dance studio, I took in a deep breath, hoping he hadn't seen me at all, I walked up to the door and knocked.

"Come in," Edward's soft voice was heard through the door. I opened the door and looked into the room that was lit by a window in the celing and the large windows that were open that faced the woods.

"Hi," I said shyly. I wish I could just cover my red face, I am so embarrassed. How childish could I get to him? He just got done having an affair with Jane, who was a woman of possibly like, thirty? I sighed and scratched my head, looking at the polished wooden floors and the small vanity curtain that was in the corner of the room, possibly a changing room for him or the women.

"Hello," he said politely, of course politely. I'm a child. I felt his green eyes looking at my body, "is that what you're planning on wearing?" He asked as he chuckled.

I felt my body, self concious now. My Niagra Falls shirt and now felt childish as well, but it didn't look childish when Rosalie wore it.

"I..." I paused, "I forgot to bring my leo, I'm sorry." I admitted shyly. He laughed and nodded, he went to his desk that was in the opposite corner in the room. He opened the third droor on the right and pulled out something pink.

"This is dancing tights, wear these, take off your underwear for the best fit, if they're too tight." Edward said, he didn't blink and he didn't blush and he handed me the tights. I blushed, of course. I walked over to the vanity and sighed.

The dancing tights were light pink and they were made of a spandex and cotton mixture. They were too tight to fit my panties, so I guess I'm loosing those. I take off my white silk panties and let them on the floor with my bright yellow pants. Now I look like one of those hippies my father talks about. I looked down at myself, my body very noticiable through these tights. My large and rounded hips, my plump thighs. I wasn't fat, and I wasn't extremely skinny, I just was. I walked out and looked at him, he was shirtless again, he turned on music on the record player and smiled at me. I smiled back, sheepishly and blushed slightly.

"I was thinking we could start off slow, you know. A simple waltz, then go to to the mombo, maybe the marangiue." Edward said in an expert voice, I nodded my head yes.

"That sounds great," I said quietly, He smiled and kneeled down, untieing my shoes.

"You wont need these," he explained as he took the tennis shoes off with gentle fingers. My heart was beating like a jack rabbit as his hand caressed my calf as he slid the tennis shoes off of my feet.

"Oh, okay." I accepted as I stood still as he stood up in one fluid motion.

To say that I wasn't envious of his grace would taste a lie. And everyone knows I don't lie. He was so graceful, even if he were a woman, it would be unnatural gracefullness. It was almost unsettling, and indefinately making blows to my self esteem.

"Okay, now, put your hand in mine, clasp it like you would a childhood boyfriend's hand." He instructed me, I did as he asked me and he pulled me close to him, his hand on my lower back, I gasped. This was new. "We're going to be very close, Bella. I hope you don't mind. But part of dancing is having your personal space invaded." Edward said as he pushed me even closer to him. His naked chest almost touching mine.

After two hours of instruction, stepping on his feet, and getting a lecture of how to keep rythem, which I still couldn't do. I stepped on his feet one to many times, he pushed away from me.

"I'm so sorry, maybe this was a bad idea for me. I'm so clumsy and I can't walk on a flat surface," I explained as I sat down on the floor indian style. Edward sighed, and he sat down in front of me in the same manor I was sitting, it was unlady like. I am far too aware of that.

"It's okay." He said quietly, rubbing his feet. "You're just a little rough around the edges." Edward explained calmly.

"Edward, I'm all edges," I laughed bitterly at myself.

"No, you'll get it. Just remember the steps and remember," He stood straight up, his feet no longer red from the frequent contact of my feet. He pulled me up with him, placing me in position with him.

"This is your space," He motoined the the sliver of space that was between us, "this is mine." He motioned to the other side of the sliver of space. "Keep your arms up, strong, like a cage." He told me and she pushed them into position and made them stay there, "no spaghetti arms." Edward instructed, I nodded my head.

"Got it," I said confidently.

"And please, for the love of my feet. Learn the count." Edward said as he walked me to the vanity. I picked up my stuff and changed quickly when I was sure he couldn't see me through the vanity. I sighed and looked at the tights.

"Keep the tights," Edward said as if he hand answered my thoughts.

"Oh, okay." I said quietly, I walked over to the door, and he looked up fron his desk for a moment.

"Same time tomorrow," Edward said quietly, I nodded my head and walke down the large flight of stairs. My legs felt like wet thin noodles. Too floppy to support my own weight. Mike was walking by and he helped me up off the dirty ground, I smiled sheepishly.

"Thanks, Mike." I said as I brushed off my back side.

"No problem, heading to the dining hall?" Mike asked curiously.

"Yes, time to meet my parents." I said quietly, Mike nodded his head, his eyes big with hope. "Would you like to come, Mike?" I asked politely, hoping his answer would be no, that he was busy, or no, he wasn't smitten with me. I could tell it was hopeless, that Mike would say yes, and he was smitten with me, like my mother accused last night after the dance.

"Sure, I'll walk you there." Mike said as he took my arm in a gentlemen like mannor and walked me in a straight line to the dinning hall.

As I walked in I saw Rose talking to Emmett and she was talking about her water skiing session today. She sounded very excited to start out on the water in a week. Rosalie looked at who I had on my arm and laughed, she excused herself politely to Mr. McCarthy and walked over to Alice, who was talking to Mr. Jasper Whitlock about composition and how she could tell when the composition was right or not. Rosalie stole Alice away politely and whispered in her ear about me, Alice's small face turned red and she looked at me slyly and started to laugh.

I blushed tomato red.

"Mike!" My dad exclaimed, I wanted to hit myself in the forehead. This was the worst idea I ever had in my life. Of course, dancing lessons were a close second. My mom was smiling at me, as if I was bringing home a boy for them to meet.

"Hi, Mr. Swan." Mike said as he walked away from me, unhooking our arms and meeting hands with my father. My father clapped him on the back and walked him to our table. Mrs. Brandon smiled at me, and I of course blushed. Mr. Brandon didn't show the slightest of intrest, he was busy looking at Jasper, who was standing close to his daughter, his hand on the small of Alice's back, showing her photos in a small album he kept in his shirt pocket. She seemed very intriqued by the pictures. Even being her best friend, it was hard to tell if her intrest was fake, or if it was a genuine intrest in his work.

"So, Bella," Mrs. Brandon started, I took a large drink of the water which was placed in front of me by our server, Jessica. I smiled politely at her, and she smiled at me.

"Yes?" I asked politely.

"How was your dancing lessons, dear?" Mrs. Brandon asked. Mrs. Brandon was similar to my mother, she was caring, just... a little detatched. And hearing her call you names like 'dear' and 'honey' sent a small wave of concern your way.

"They were fun. I have a lot of work to do. I know I'll be feeling the work I did today in the morning," I joked with them, but it raised an eye brow in Mike, Mr. Brandon, and my father.

"And what work did you do?" My father asked suspiciously.

"Stretches, working on my arm strength and working on timing. I stepped on his feet so much, dad, I felt awful." I blushed tomato red, dad laughed.

"I told you Bella, we're not made for things like that." Dad said as he stabbed a meatball with his fork, I laughed and nodded my head yes.

"I know, Daddy. I just can't help myself to want to be that graceful." I said smiling, Rosalie sat down, it's a good thing that our table is huge, because Emmett was with her.

"Daddy, this is Emmett McCarthy, can he sit with us?" Rosalie asked politely.

"Sure Rosalie." My dad said, he called her that when he wanted to look stern. By the looks of things daddy was slightly intimidated by Emmett.

"Hello Sir, I'm Emmett McCarthy, I'm the sports instructor, we met earlier today." Emmett explained while giving him his hand to shake.

"Oh, yes." Dad said as he recalled the meeting, Mr. Brandon nodded his head and looked down at his plate, barely paying attention to someone that Rosalie was interested in.

"Daddy," Alice said quietly, calling Bernard and Claire's attention, she smiled sweetly, having Jasper in hand. "I invited Japser for dinner, if that's okay?" Alice asked hopefully, Jasper nevously ran his fingers through his long strawberry blonde locks, his gorgeous grey-blue eyes were also nervous, tight with angst.

"Hi, I'm Jasper Witlock, I am head of the photography class here." Jasper held his hand out for Bernard and Claire to shake, then handing his hand to my mom and dad to take.

"Hello, sure, have yourself a seat." Bernard said gruffly, Jasper smiled and let a sigh of relief go. My mom looked over at Claire and smiled, almost beeming.

"Well, looks like all of our girls found a man they took a liking to." Renee said, Claire nodded her head and she was very excited. I hit myself in the head for listening in, and Mike turned toward me, generally concerned.

"Are you okay?" He asked loudly, I glared at him under my eyelashes and nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said quietly, looking down at my Niagra Falls tee and at my plate full of food.

"Excuse me, one moment," I heard a velvet voice behind me, I almost melted.

"Sure, sure, Edward." My dad said as he stabbed the food on his plate.

"Bella, may I speak to you." Edward asked smiling.

"Of course," I said and stood up, ignoring Mike's curious eyes on me.

"Hi," I said as we were away from the group that was my family.

"I was wondering if it was okay if I take you some where tomorrow, to watch other dancers," Edward said quietly, looking around. "It will be after our lesson, like late at night. Just to show you some other types of dancing." Edward looked a little nervous.

"How late?" I asked, my eye brows raised in an inquizitive look.

"About ten thirty, eleven. Just wait for me at the pavillion where they have the night dances." Edward said, trying to be helpful. I nodded my head.

"Sure," I said smiling politely.

"I'll see you tomorrow at our lesson, don't forget your tights." Edward said before turning gracefully on his heal and leaving.

I returned to the table, only to hear Bernard and my father quizing Jasper and Emmett relentlessly. I wanted to hit myself in the forehead once more, but I knew Mike would make a big deal out of it.

"What did he want?" Mike whispered to me, cutting into his spaghetti. Who cuts spaghetti?

"Just to tell me to remember tights for my lesson tomorrow," I said as I twirled my spaghetti onto my fork with my spoon.

"Awful long talk," Mike scoffed and turned toward my father and Mr. Brandon, they asked if he was in the same college as Emmett and Jasper.

"I am," Mike declaired proudly.

"So is Edward," Jasper said smiling, his southern sound coming through, a smile playing on his lips to me. I blushed and put my head down as I buttered a peice of wheat bread.

"Oh, so what are you boys going for?" My dad asked, "what's Edward, there going for?" My dad sounded interested, Bernard nodded his head also very interested.

"Well, Edward is a bit confused on his major." Emmett said as he stabbed a meat ball, smiling gleefully.

"What does he want to do?" My dad asked, he saw I was interested in Edward more than Mike.

"He wants to do anatomy." Mike scoffed. I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Actually-" Jasper interrupted. "He wants to either become a Pediatric Doctor, or become an English teacher or music." Jasper glared at Mike, "he is sure he wants to deal with kids, though." Jasper smiled.

"That's great!" My dad said smiling, "Doctors are in demand." Claire and my mom nodded their heads and smiled at me.

"I'm going for Health and Gym teacher, I'd like to double." Emmett declaired proudly, my mom was estatic, a perfect match for Rosalie.

"That's wonderful, dear! Rosalie would like to become a nutritionist." Renee boasted proudly, Emmett looked over at Rosalie, who smiled and nodded her head, a small blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Really?" Emmett asked, Rosalie nodded her head and they started their own conversation.

"As for you, son?" Bernard asked in a gruff voice, his black hair looked to be greying by the second at one look at Jasper.

"I want to be a Social Studies teacher, with a political basis, perhaps a government teacher as well." He said, Mr. Brandon sat straight up, seeming very interested in that aspect.

"Political? Really?" Mr. Brandon asked, Jasper nodded his head.

"Yes sir, Politics, whilst annoying do fasinate me a lot. I find it intriquing just how much banter goes on and what little good it does in society." Jasper said as he took a small drink of his water.

"Indeed, I agree." Bernard looked as if he was as smitten with Jasper as Alice was. Alice smiled and looked down at her hand, which was very close to Jaspers.

My dad was now slightly ignoring Mike. I couldn't have been happier about that, Mike seemed slighty upset. Maybe his profession wasn't as impressive as my father had thought. Edward possibly a doctor or a Music or English teacher, that was impressive. These boys wanted to be teachers, and my father respected that.

I wanted to be a teacher after I was done with the peace core, and it would pay for all of my schooling as well. Daddy was very supportive of that. Rosalie always wanted to be a nutritionist, and a super model. However, when she turned sixteen she gave up on the dream of modeling right after she was introduced to a super model who told her that she wasn't allowed to eat anything over 10 calories. That stopped Rosalie real fast. She loved cheese burgers. She was a meat and potatoes kind of girl, we both were.

We went to the after dinner dance again, we all danced with men we had no clue what their names were, I danced with Kate's husband, Aro. He was an odd man, who seemed to enjoy watching broad way and play cards, saying he had always been good at playing even as a child. He was a natural.

"Bella," Mike inturruped Aro's ramblings of Gin Rummy.

"Yes?" I said as I politely turned toward him.

"Would you come and help me get more punch for the refreshment table?" Mike asked, his eyes big with hope.

"Uh, sure." I said as I walked over to the side that my parents were at. "Dad, we're going to go get some more punch." I told him as we walked over to the dining hall.

Mike went off to the freezers to get some ice. I opened the fridge and I got a jug of red punch out of the fridge and sat it down on the metal counter. I sighed and leaned against the counter, looking around. It was quiet, except for a small wimper. I looked around. It was close, but I saw nobody, I walked around the island and I saw Tanya.

She was crying, mascara running down her beautiful bronzed face, her skinny, small frame shaking, her blue eyes caressed with fresh new tears. Her blonde hair was frizzed and not taken care of today, I kneeled down and she didn't pay attention to me.

I heard Mike, and I stood up, walked away from Tanya, and leaned against the counter again. Looking at my nails as if they were something important.

"Ready?" Mike asked as he held a large bowl of ice, I nodded my head yes.

"Yeah, completely. I think I'm turning in afte I help you with this, if that's okay." I said smiling as we walked out to the pavilion again.

"Sure, I have some stuff to do, anyways." Mike said as he helped me set down the ice and the punch. I smiledand nodded my head as I walked away.

I told my parents I was going to head in, and mom kissed me on the forehead, and looked at me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" My mom asked. I nodded my head and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired is all, I'm going to tell Edward that I might be late tomorrow, Croquett is gunna be long tomorrow." I said smiling, mom nodded her head, and I turned to Rosalie and Alice. Alice nodded her head and smiled at me, and told me that she'd see me tomorrow.

I walked over to Edward, who was dancing with Kate, speaking softly, not really showing too much intrest in the people around him. I tapped his shoulder and looked uncomfortable doing so.

"Bella," Edward said surprised and he straightend up his posture, rubbing his hands on his black pants. "What can I do for you?" Edward asked, turning away from Kate, who was glaring at me.

"I was in the kitchen, I saw Tanya, she's crying. Really badly, something is wrong." I said quitely, Edward nodded and looked over at Kate, who nodded her head that she understood.

"Take me to her," Edward said, I nodded my head and I turned on my heel in a non graceful fashion and walked him to the very spot that she was located.

Tanya was still in the same spot, but she was laying on the floor, in a ball, her body still shaking with small sobs.

Edward picked her up easily and walked over to her cabin. I walked along and held her shoes that were on the floor next to her, she sat her on the couch and poured her a drink, she took it in shaky hands, and he sighed.

"What's going on?" He asked, Tanya took a long sip of the alcohol and sat down the burbon glass.

"I don't know.. I told him, and he didn't believe me. Eddy, he thought I was lying. He called me a stupid whore." Tanya said as she shook her head, she began crying.

"I'll give you the money," Edward said as he shook his head.

"No, Eddy, I can't take your salary like that.. No, I'll figure something out."