A/N: Who should I thank, who should I thank? Hmm... Ah yes!

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Okay, let's get to reading:

Edward POV

The day started like any other day. Rosalie annoyed the piss out of me during Pas de Deux class, Emmett got on my nerves and Alice thought that I cared about the fact that we had a new student. Of course, I had already known that. Mom had mentioned it yesterday at dinner but I hadn't paid any attention. My mind had been preoccupied with the fact that I had gotten Rosalie Hale as my dancing partner.

At first I had been grateful that I had gotten her as a partner - I was rather picky when it came to choosing a partner. My dancing partner should be able to keep up with me and even more importantly, should not be hitting on me.

Rosalie seemed to be the perfect choice, since her dancing had improved a lot since she had come to this school and she was definitely not interested in me. But now that she was my partner, I was thoroughly annoyed with her. We were just not compatible as dancing partners and it was messing with my concentration. School had just started a couple of weeks ago and I'm already waiting for the next holiday.

The worst thing was that the Pas de Deux partners that we get in our junior year will be our partners for the remainder of our school time. How exactly that is supposed to be working out for Rosalie and myself is a mystery to me, but maybe if we practice enough we'll finally manage to dance with each other.

I sighed at the thought. I didn't like it when I had to worry about extra stuff like this.

"Edward," Rosalie hissed, pulling me out of my thoughts, "your hands are all wrong." She placed my hands a bit higher, which I found ridiculous because that was not where my hands were supposed to be.

We made it through class with lots of hissing at each other, since Rosalie was not okay with the way I led her and I couldn't really work with her steps. They just didn't match with mine. I was more than relieved when the class ended and made my way to Technique class. At least there I could be sure that I was doing just fine, since I didn't have a partner that kept messing up.

"I wonder if you and Rosalie will ever manage to dance with each other," Emmett mused beside me. "Maybe you should just ask Madam Cope if you can have a new dance partner."

"I can't have another dance partner. You know how the girls in our year are."

Emmett laughed. "Right, I forgot. They all love you because you are so pretty."

I huffed at that.

"Come on, man, it's not that bad to have some chick hitting on you. You could dance with Tanya - she's been dying to dance with you ever since she stepped foot into this school. Besides, she's hot."

"She also has bad feet and I don't want to spend my entire time running away from her because she thinks that we're together. She did that during the workshops and I don't want a repeat of that. It was exhausting."

"Suit yourself, bro. I'm just concerned because of your score. Rosalie must be dragging you down. What was your rank last week?"

I grit my teeth together.

Third place.

That was definitely unacceptable. I had always been first.

Emmett clapped a hand on my back. "No need to worry. You'll regain your spot." His word in God's ear.

"Alright boys. Let's repeat what we learned yesterday," Mr. Banner just walked into the studio, clapping his hands to gain our attention. "On the barre. Rond de jambe and demi-pointe. Let's go."

We went through the routine various times during class, always making new adjustments and correcting minor mistakes. My frustration with Rosalie kept haunting me, so I messed up a lot more than I intended to.

By the time lunch came around I was ready to fall into bed and sleep until the next morning. My concentration only got worse now that everybody couldn't seem to shut up about that new girl.

I think her name was Belle or something like that. I bet the teachers all get a kick out of that name. It's one of those names which immediately go along with grace. Like Giselle or something.

"She's kind of anti-social," Alice blabbered, "I talked to her earlier and she just ignored me. But she winked at me in class. I'm not sure what her deal is but I think I have a new project."

Everyone at the table groaned.

"Why can't you just look for normal friends, Al?" Rose asked in annoyance.

"Because normal is boring and everybody needs friends. It's not fair to outcast people."

"Alice, I think if she wanted to be your friend she would make some effort. You can't just pick out random people and try to change them for good. Besides, it hardly ever works. Irina is still a robot," I pointed out.

"Yes, but Rose is now my friend, is she not? I just want to give her a chance and not change her. You guys are a bit stuck up sometimes." Alice turned her attention to her food then while the rest of us just shrugged and didn't say anything else to that.

It was her decision after all with whom she wanted to be friends. But knowing my cousin, she would most likely try to make us part of it as well.

"Well, I'm sure that the hip-hop queen is more interesting than some other figures that walk around here, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining," Rose muttered. It was her way of saying that she was supporting Alice in her stupid quest to befriend the new girl.

"Hip-hop queen?" Emmett asked curiously.

Rose threw an annoyed glance in his direction. She always did that whenever he spoke.

"Mind explaining?" Emmett pressed when he didn't get an answer.

Alice sighed, most likely not in the mood for the upcoming bitch fit that Rose was most likely going to have. "Just look at her Emmett. There she is." Alice pointed toward a table at the far side of the cafeteria.

The table was occupied by one person.

Her baggy pants were the first thing I noticed, before I took in the rest of her appearance. Rose's words described her quite well. There was no other way to describe that baggy look of hers. Her feet were resting on the chair next to her, as if she was showing off her remarkably white sneakers, but seeing that she was on the phone I guessed she was just making herself comfortable. It was quite amusing to see the entire student body staring at this one girl, who seemed to be pretty oblivious.

She was laughing and threw her long mahogany hair over her shoulder. I couldn't see her face all that well, but from what I could see I wouldn't say that she was ugly.

"Do you think she's some kind of ghetto kid?" Emmett asked excitedly. I honestly didn't get why that thought excited him so much.

Alice shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. She's definitely not some spoiled rich kid." She threw a sly look at Rose, who just pulled a grimace at her in response

"Where did she come from?" Jasper now asked, finally taking part in this conversation.

All eyes came to rest on me.

"What?" I asked self-consciously.

"Your mother is Headmistress, remember?" Rose said slowly as if I was mentally challenged.

"So?"

"So she certainly must have mentioned the new girl at some point and might have told you where she's from."

"She did talk about her, but I didn't listen." I shrugged and turned my attention back to my food.

Emmett groaned. "Jeez, Eddie. You need to stop focusing so much on yourself. It can't be healthy."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's talking about the fact that you are kind of self-absorbed and arrogant," Rose chimed in.

Jasper seemed to have swallowed the wrong way and coughed loudly.

Alice was by his side immediately, patting his back while she threw an odd look in Rose's direction.

"I am not arrogant," I protested.

"Well, you seem pretty arrogant. Especially when you fail to notice other people around you. Sometimes you just have those really big asshole-moments."

"Did I offend you in any way?" I asked Rose, getting the feeling that she was upset with me for a particular reason.

She just shook her head at me and didn't say anything.

When I looked at Emmett in question, he just shrugged.

Huh. Whatever.

Lunch passed without any interesting incidents.

I noticed that the new student walked out of the cafeteria ten minutes before we even finished lunch.

"Yay, Musical History," Rose cheered half-heartedly when we all made our way to the classrooms.

I understood her lack of enthusiasm. I didn't like that subject either. But thankfully I had French class now. I didn't really have to pay much attention there.

The rest of the day passed more or less in a blur. I noticed the new girl again in my English Lit class. It was hard not to notice her. Not only because of her appearance, but also because she sat right in front of me. She seemed to be dozing off during class, judging by the way she put her head on the table and didn't move until the bell rang.

Not that I cared.

When classes finally ended, I made my way to my room. Emmett was already there and had his bad music on full blast. I honestly didn't understand how he could listen to rap music, but I barely ever commented. I just changed quickly into more casual clothes and left the room again.

I let myself into one of the music rooms and sat down in front of the piano. We weren't really supposed to be in these rooms without the permission of a teacher, but every time a teacher had walked in and asked if I was allowed to be in there, I just told them that my mom had said it was okay. It worked every time. Except if it was my mother who walked in, but she was easily distracted by music.

Being far away from Emmett's music, my head cleared and allowed me to make up some new melodies that I easily played on the piano. Letting my hands run over the familiar keys was always relaxing to me.

I didn't know how long I had been playing, but eventually I returned to my room where Jasper and Emmett were playing cards. I joined them and we played until it was time for us to get ready for bed.

Just a usual day at the academy.

The next morning started like every other morning. I woke up, got dressed and had breakfast. Although this time Alice and Rose were not sitting with us.

"They joined Victoria and Irina," Jasper told me when I asked. "Apparently the new girl is their roommate."

I shrugged it off then, not interested enough in the whole thing.

After breakfast I made my way to the dance studio where we would have Pas de Deux classes. Rosalie wasn't there yet, which kind of pissed me off since I needed to talk to her

We would never be able to dance together if she kept slacking off like that. She should be standing at a barre right now, stretching and listening to what I have to tell her. I had thought a lot about yesterday's class and intended to correct the mistakes she had made so that I would have it easier with her. But of course, she was nowhere in sight.

"Morning boys," Alice's chipper voice ripped me out of my annoyed thoughts. She was practically bouncing in front of us.

"Alice, how much coffee did you have?" Jasper asked worriedly. Well, he should be worried. When Alice is hyper like that, it's hard for him to keep up and that's kind of bad considering they are dancing partners.

"I didn't have any coffee," Alice replied, but continued bouncing. It was moments like these that made me wonder if we were really related.

"She's just so excited because she feels challenged," Rose informed us dryly.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"Bella doesn't dance," Alice blurted out. "I'm so gonna make her dance."

"Err...Who is Bella?" Emmett sounded genuinely confused.

At that, Alice let out a shocked gasp, turned around and dragged Rose along with her.

"Did I insult her or something?"

"No, I bet she's going to introduce you to Bella now," I told him.

"I'm guessing Bella's the new girl," mumbled Jasper.

"What makes you think that?"

I shook my head at Emmett. Sometimes he was really dense.

"Have you ever heard of her?"

"No."

"Well there you have it then. Besides, I don't think there's any student in the school that doesn't dance - apart from her now."

The thought bothered me immensely. Back when Rosalie started here, she'd held up the progress of the entire class because the teachers always had to correct her and pay special attention to her.

Now I didn't want that same shit in my junior year. I was trying to learn something new and not repeating the basics over and over again. How were we supposed to put something decent together for the showcase when we were most likely going to spend our time teaching Bella how to stand straight?

Well, maybe it wasn't even like that. She had only been here for a day after all. It could be that she was just shy to dance or something.

Alice's voice pulled me out of my thoughts yet again. "Okay, meet Jasper," she chirped, barging into our little circle. "He's Rosalie's twin brother."

The new girl inspected him briefly before shaking his hand. She was dressed more appropriately today.

"And this is Emmett. There is absolutely nothing you need to know about him. Just hang around with him for five minutes and you know more than you want to."

"You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you," Emmett retorted, thinking he was funny.

"Sure," Alice said and continued with the introductions. "And last but not least, this is Edward. He's Rose's Pas de Deux partner. You should watch the two of them during class. It's hilarious."

I scowled at her words briefly and then looked at the tiny brunette in front of me more carefully.

"And guys, this is Bella, our new student. She has a few attitude problems and has been sent here for some adjusting," Alice announced in a happy voice.

I knew those words. She'd said them before. And just like that my hopes that this Bella person might be at least an average dancer disappeared.

"Not again," I groaned along with the other two boys. The last time Alice had said that we had to endure Rosalie's incompetence.

Bella's brown eyes widened in confusion, making her look like an innocent child. I had to admit that she was really pretty, but that was hardly the point here.

"Seriously, I don't know why they keep doing this. We can't always start from scratch just because some new kid doesn't know what the hell she's doing," Emmett complained. I silently agreed with him.

Rosalie glared at Emmett. "Maybe you didn't notice, but I'm a better dance than you are," she hissed.

I ignored that and tried to stay positive. "I hope you had a better ballet teacher in your childhood than Rose because she barely knew the basics when she came here," I said to Bella. That was entirely true. Unlike Jasper, Rose had never attended the summer workshops and therefore didn't know anything when she came here.

"It doesn't really matter. I'm not going to dance," she responded. She sounded a bit snippy when she said that.

I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit relieved by her words.

"What are you here for then?" Jasper questioned.

It was a good question.

Despite the fact that I didn't mind that she wasn't going to dance, I didn't understand why she would be here then. The only thing that we all did here was dance.

"It was either this or juvi. I picked the one with the better food."

I'm pretty sure I heard my jaw drop to the ground.

Juvi?

What in the world had my mother let in here?

She was the one who always preached about how our behaviour reflects on the image of the school and how we should always try our best and so on, yet she lets some criminal into our school.

Way to go, Mom.

"You're like...a criminal?" Alice asked her in a small voice.

Poor Alice. She hadn't been prepared for that. She thought she was going to make a new friend and what she got was some street kid with a criminal record. Who knew if she was violent? Although she certainly didn't look like it. To be quite honest she looked just like a ballerina should. Pretty and slim with a trained dancer's body. It was easy to see.

At this point I was confused. How can she look like a dancer and not be a dancer?

"No, I'm not. I just have an obnoxious father, who just happens to be the Chief of Police in Phoenix and decided to tag along with his buddy, who is a patrol officer."

"I don't get it."

"He caught me with a guy in my arms that had been beaten beyond compare and noticed my slightly drunken state." Bella sounded a bit too cheerful when she said that.

So she was violent after all. Great, just great.

I hoped Alice wouldn't sneak into my bed when she got scared at night.

"So you are a criminal," Rose stated after a short silence.

"It depends on how you see it."

"Wow...I'm not sure if we can get her to even do a plié," Jasper mumbled.

"How come they sent you off to a ballet academy then? Obviously you can't just learn ballet like that. It takes a lot of hard work," Alice asked, probably voicing the thoughts of us all.

Bella sighed. "I used to dance ballet before I moved on to street dance."

Street dance? Okay, now I had the explanation as to why her body was so trained, but seriously?

Mom, what have you been thinking?

"So what, because you did some tutu shaking as a kid, your father thought you could keep up at a school like this?" Rose questioned.

"Apparently. Maybe he thinks that all dancing is the same. Which it obviously isn't."

"Obviously not. You can't just put some street trash into a dancing studio." The words were out of my mouth before I even noticed.

I even regretted them a little, since I didn't refer to her as a person. I just didn't like the whole 'ghetto scene' or whatever you wanted to call it. It was just...trashy.

Bella glared at me, obviously thinking I had intended to insult her. "What did you just say?"

"I didn't talk about you as a person. I just think that the whole hip-hop scene is kinda trashy."

Just thinking about Emmett's rap music made me cringe. Definitely not my style.

Bella scoffed at that. "Of course you would think that. It's amazing how all of you sugar plum fairies always think that you are so awesome and great with your tights in prissy little dancing studios, while we actually have to deal with real life and every fucked up aspect of it. You are not as wonderful as you all think you are, because when it comes down to it, only a handful of people in this school will be actual dancers. The rest of you are going to be thrown onto the street where you won't even survive for a second because your pointe shoes aren't really the best shoes to be running in."

Seems like I'd hit a nerve.

"What, are you trying to scare us with your little ghetto stories now?" I raised my eyebrows at that. I knew that this stuff always happened in the movies, where the ghetto kid tries to be cool by scaring the more fortunate kids. Yeah, not gonna happen in this case.

"I would love to, but I'm not even sure if we speak the same language."

The remark was kind of idiotic considering we were talking to each other in that very moment and I understood her just fine. But if she wanted to play the tough ghetto girl...

"Right, because only total gangster dudes get the stuff that is coming out of your mouth." That shut her up.

For a moment at least

"Total gangster dudes?" She shook her head. "This is like being in a fucking movie. The only thing that is missing is your male counterpart."

I glared at her. This girl was starting to get on my nerves. I had by far better things to do than stand here and argue with her about nothing in particular. The whole situation didn't even make much sense.

Emmett snickered in the background, like the moron he was.

"Why? You're standing right in front of me," I retorted.

Great, now I stooped down to her level. I sighed inwardly. So much for my concentration before class.

"Yeah and isn't it nice that I didn't have to stuff my pants so that it looks like there is actually something in it?" She smiled brightly, making me blink.

She had a pretty smile.

Wait, Cullen. Get a grip. She just insulted you. You and your manliness.

Thankfully Madam Cope chose that moment to walk in.

I wouldn't have known how to respond to that.

Bella smiled arrogantly at me and spun around, leaving me a bit stunned.

"I like her," Emmett remarked and chuckled. He shut his giant trap, though, when Irina walked up to him and started her usual list of instructions.

I really wished I could switch dancing partners with Emmett.

"Stop gaping like an idiot," Rose instructed.

I shot her an annoyed glance but didn't say anything as we got into positions.

Meanwhile, Madam Cope told Bella that she would be stretching at the side of the room. Well, at least she wouldn't be intruding class. Not much at least.

Then she turned our attention back to us. "Same as yesterday. I want synchronized steps, a piroutte, two steps demi-pointe a la secondeand you end in fourth position," Madam Cope instructed. She clapped twice to get the class moving.

The first three couples crossed the room, following the instructions.

"Mr. Rainsford shoulders wide and head up. I don't ever want to see that again."

And that's how it went for the rest of class. We danced and Madam Cope corrected.

"Mr. Cullen, more expression please."

"Ms. Hale, stretch those legs out."

"Rosalie and Edward, at least try to make it look like dancing."

I was getting more and more frustrated in the duration of this lesson.

Madam Cope let us be for a moment to go and talk to Bella, who was sitting on the floor. When she turned back to us, she looked at me immediately. "Edward, re-position your hands. Your grip on Ms. Hale is just disastrous."

I mentally scolded myself for losing concentration and quickly corrected myself.

I heard a giggle. Looking up, I realized that it was Bella who was laughing at me. I glared at her in return.

I sincerely hoped that Alice didn't want to be friends with her anyway, because I didn't want to have anything to do with her. I just had to ask my mother what in the world had been going on in her head when she accepted this girl into our academy.

I didn't get to talk to my mother though.

The rest of the week I was fairly busy with school, and my mom was even more occupied with teaching and running the school. I only got to see her in French class and that was only because she was the teacher.

On Friday, Alice seemed to be fairly pissed.

"Which one of you did it?" she demanded when she sat down at our table.

"Did what?" Rose asked, uncaring and just continued to pick at her food.

"One of you must have told someone about Bella. You know that she has been pissed at us."

"Yeah, but I just figured it was because of Edward being a douche again."

"Me? What did I do?" I asked defensively.

"You called her street trash," Rose and Alice chorused.

"I didn't mean to insult her."

"But you did. Now she's ignoring us. Thanks, Eddie."

I didn't even understand why Rose was being so bitchy about it.

"Hey, she called me..." I tried to recall the convo.

"A sugar plum fairy," Emmett helped. "But she was referring to all of us and I thought it was pretty genius." He chuckled at the memory.

I just shot him a dirty look.

"Don't tell me that you gossiped about her because of that?" Alice asked. The look she gave me was kind of intimidating.

"What? No. I have better stuff to do than that."

She narrowed her eyes at me but eventually sat down. "Well, someone is spreading rumours about Bella being violent and having a criminal record. I don't think that is fair."

"Why do you even care? Rumours are spread all the time," Jasper asked.

"Was it you?" Alice now stared him down.

"No, I was just wondering." Unlike the rest of humanity, Jasper was not bothered by Alice's mean glares.

"Can none of you see that she's having a hard time?"

We all turned to look at Bella, who sat all by herself again. She looked quite lonely to be honest, but that was a given since she sat there by herself.

"Honestly, no," Emmett answered truthfully. "She does sit with Victoria every now and then, after all."

"I don't mean socially," Alice shook her head. "She...I don't know how to say it...but she seems sad to me. Kind of like she's hurting." Alice looked thoughtful.

"You've been watching Dr. Phil again, huh?" Rose remarked dryly.

Alice only huffed in response and ignored her.

The weekend came and passed painfully slow.

Alice was still pissed because our classmates were making up stories about Bella. The last one I heard was that she killed someone and broke out of jail.

I could only shake my head at that. As if someone who had committed murder and broke out of jail would be sent to a ballet academy.

Sometimes I had to wonder where those people left their common sense.

On Sunday we had our usual family dinner in our house. Mom usually asked about classes - although she should know how we were doing - and Dad always asked how we were feeling. As the school's personal doctor, he should know that as well, but he wasn't even at the academy until he got called, so he felt like he was missing things.

After reassuring them that we were fine, Alice immediately launched into the story of Bella being mistreated by our fellow classmates. Personally, I thought she was exaggerating, but I didn't say anything. I hardly even paid attention. I noticed that Mom showed a fair amount of compassion and I wondered about that.

Then I remembered that I had wanted to ask her something.

"Mom, why is she at the academy, anyway?" I blurted out; interrupting whatever it was Alice had been saying.

Mom gave a disapproving look. "It was her father's wish, why?"

"Because she doesn't dance. Obviously, she is in the wrong place then, right? Aren't there any hip-hop academies in the country?"

Mom's expression darkened and I wondered what that was all about. "Edward, I told you time and time again that you should start being more considerate towards other people."

I just looked at her with a blank expression.

"It's my decision who I accept and I have decided to give Bella the chance to learn something at our school. If you are not okay with that, maybe you should look for another school then. Surely there are other ballet schools in the country that suit your snobby attitude."

I gaped at my mother. Had she just called me a snob?

Stunned by my mother's reaction, I remained silent for the rest of the night.

On Monday morning, we all drove back to school and got ready fast for class.

When I walked into the dancing studio, the first person I saw was Bella, who sat on the floor close to the entrance.

Alice waved shyly at her.

Bella's eyes widened in response before she waved back half-heartedly. If I didn't know it any better I would say she had been a bit startled.

Alice didn't seem to notice this though and was in complete bliss that Bella wasn't ignoring her anymore.

In the corner of my eye I saw how Bella watched the little pixie, skipping around happily before she shook her head and pulled an iPod out of the pocket of her track pants. I hadn't seen her listening to music the whole last week, but I dismissed that and turned my attention toward Rose, who was busy arguing with Emmett.

From what I could gather they were discussing football.

Shaking my head at that, I called Rose's attention, wanting to talk to her about class. Maybe if we spoke in advance we would be able to work better with each other. I knew that it shouldn't bug me so much since no one in class was working perfectly with their partner yet, but it bothered me to be just as good as the rest were. I wanted to be the best and the fact that I got ranked fourth last week only added to that desire.

Madam Cope entered the room, returning the nod she got from Bella, who was now listening to music, and then turned her attention to us. Our little routine from last week hadn't changed much, so we started off with that.

After a few moments, though, she broke it all up. "Okay, maybe we should return to something more basic," she announced and made us all find a spot in the room. "Now ladies, on pointe. Couru forwards, attitude and couru backwards. Gents, all that you will have to do is hold your partner. Now I don't want to see any gripping or things of the sort because the girls really won't need your support. Just a light touch, nothing more." She looked at Emmett while saying that. "Now on the count of three. Un, deux, trois..."

Everyone in the room moved at the same time, some more graceful, some less.

Rosalie actually did a pretty good job and since I didn't need to do much - except for go with her movements - I was happy that she had no reason to hiss at me.

"Again, please," Madam Cope instructed just when Rose finished making her tiny steps backwards.

It went like that for the next five minutes until Madam Cope seemed to be satisfied. "Very well. Now let's get back to work."

We all got into our earlier positions again, clearing the middle of the room.

"What is she doing?" Rose suddenly questioned. Her voice sounded a bit surprised.

I looked up and followed her gaze. She was staring at Bella, who had apparently given up on stretching.

She was dancing.

Sweeping from side to side, she swung her arms up in tune to music that only she could hear.

I heard some girls giggle.

Bella got into a half-crouching position, her legs still stepping from one side to the other, and somehow managed to shake her hips at the same time. It looked kind of weird. Then she took a few overly-animated steps back, apparently not even realizing that she was now invading the space that we needed to dance.

If any of us were dancing.

"She's awesome," I heard Emmett comment from next to me. He was obviously impressed by what he saw. I had to admit that I was a tiny bit fascinated myself when she started to bend her knees in and out, making her legs look like jelly.

She continued with side steps again, only this time she turned her whole body in the direction she stepped and kind of dipped her upper body. She whipped her hair as well, and even though it was all kind of weird, it was oddly entertaining to watch.

For a moment I thought she was done, but apparently she was just waiting for the music. I wondered if she even noticed that she was dancing in front of the whole class.

She continued with some crazy footwork that didn't make sense to me whatsoever and just kind of entranced everyone with her fluent movements.

"She's kind of like a snake," Rose muttered and then turned to Alice, who had suddenly appeared next to us. "Do you see that? Her whole body is moving." Rose sounded like a little child who was watching a magician on stage.

"Yeah, it's so cool," squeaked Alice quietly.

Meanwhile, I heard Irina exchanging words with Tanya. "There is absolutely no posture in that. She's slouching and ugh...I don't get how this can be classified as dancing."

Of course not, Irina.

"Do you think they learn these moves in jail?" Tanya wondered.

I wondered why Madam Cope wasn't continuing with class. I looked for our teacher and found her watching Bella intently. There was no expression showing on her face, but she seemed to be concentrating on the exact moves.

Looking back at Bella, I noticed that her fluent, snake-like movements had become more abrupt and...robotic.

Then, without warning, she suddenly sprang back onto her hands. Then she took another leap, landing right in front of me, her legs poised on the ground in the splits. It seemed like she hadn't noticed much from what was going on around her until then.

She looked up and straight into my eyes.

There was a faint glow in her eyes, but it started to dim as she looked at me. Her happy and carefree expression was soon replaced by one of utter mortification.

A/N: In case you wanna thank someone for this insight into Edward's brain- don't thank me, thank my beta. I was her idea. I generally tend to avoid EPovs- the guy just gives me a headache everytime again.

Still, I tried. My beta approved and so did the fish :) So I hope you liked it as well and... yeah... was there anything else I wanted to say?

Oh! Those of you who read Forks Academy for Special Gifted Students- I'm currently working on the update. As you can see I'm being a busy bee and hopefully I'll finish the next chapter soon.

Phew! So many stories, so little time... well, not true :P

Okay, I ran out of words and so I'm just gonna peace and let you bombard me with words.

Gimme some love, gimme some sugar and gimme lot's of reviews :D