Not Me!

Dinner with the Pianist

(Y/N)'s POV

"Let's get going. Are we going to be staying at y- (Y/N)?" I heard the bell ring behind me along with Angela's voice. The group stopped dead in their tracks behind me.

"What are you doing here, Edward?" Jessica came up to my side, a smile resting on her face.

"I wanted to take (Y/N) out for dinner. Is that okay?" He gave Jessica a closed-mouth smile, for a brief moment he furrowed his brows.

"Sure, I don't have a problem with that." She smiled and looked back at Angela and Bella. "We're just going to stay at my house."

"Okay, don't worry about (Y/N). I'll make sure they come home safe." Edward led me away from the group to his car.

He opened the door for me like a gentleman. His car smelled new, like it just come out of the dealership, matching its looks. "Thanks," I slowly settled into the passenger seat. He closed the door without a word before walking around to his side.

I remember this car from freshman year, but it didn't look at all like it had been at least two years old. Not a single piece of trash, mark, or scratch. Like it has been frozen in time, hardly used beyond for show. It felt off-putting to put it like that.

His door popped open and he took his seat. "You really should put your seatbelt on." His eyes swept over me briefly before putting his on.

"Yeah, right?" I jumped out of my leaned back pondering, fastening the belt into place. "So do you buy a new car every week that's the same model or do you keep your car super clean?"

"What?" He chuckled for a brief moment at my absurd question. "I keep it clean. I don't spend my weekends buying cars." His eyes stayed trained on the road ahead of us with an amused smile on his face.

This was like a new side of him like a mask had been lifted. He didn't seem as shy or mean at all. Though there is still an awkward air around us, I made it that way with the question.

He didn't seem that off-put by my smell, but this doesn't excuse the absences or anything. I should give him some credit, I suppose. He did save Bella and me not too long ago in that parking lot. How did he though?

"We're here." He stopped the car in front of a pretty fancy and expensive restaurant. A place that I could only dream about with my tiny wallet. It looked beautiful.

He once again, opened my door for me to let me out. "Thanks, again." I stepped out and we walked up to the place together.

Bushes surrounded two little gardens of beautiful flowers just outside. The name of the building sat on two signs in both gardens. It had golden cursive letters with light surrounding it to make it eligible.

The server greeted us at the door by name before leading us to a little secluded corner booth looking at the street. Our server left after we got seated at our booth. This seemed planned.

"Just know, that I only agreed because I wanted to talk, okay?" I shifted in my seat.

"That's fine, I wanted to talk too." He moved the menu and silverware off to the side, intertwining his fingers over the tabletop. "I have like a talent, I could tell what people are thinking except you. I couldn't understand why, I thought it was...strange."

He has to be joking, pulling a prank, or something. The man that could move at lightning speed and stop a van from my doom. The one who has missed almost more practices than he participated in. A mysterious chameleon-eyed man who hardly talked to anyone is calling me weird.

He just revealed that he could read minds and then he says I'm the odd one. How did he get that idea? "Excuse you? I'm weird?"

"Yes...I can hear everyone in here, but you." He turned to the side a little, pointing to other people at their tables. "She's cheating, he plans to propose, money...sex...that one's thinking about a cat."

"I still don't see how I'm the weird one. What about you? You miss so many days of school. How do you get to the next grade?" My words held my clear motive to tell him off as I glared. I couldn't possibly be the weird one of us.

"Is this about practice? I just told you that I could read minds and you bring up practice?" He seemed so amused by me, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Yes, I'm talking about practice. I told you to tell me if you have something to go to, but you didn't even do that!" My voice raised with my building annoyance.

He looked around to see if anyone was looking. "If it bothers you that much, how about next weekend, you come to my house and we practice?" He kept his voice low as he tried to de-escalate the situation.

"It does matter to me that much. The violin is my passion." I muttered the last part. "Should I give you my number or something? So that I know when and where?" I lowered my voice to match his, staring more at the table than at him.

"That would work." He agreed.

"Do you have your phone? I don't have anything to write my number on or with." I felt a little embarrassed now that I had yelled at him when I could have caused a scene. My foot tapped against the dark laminated tile.

"Yep," He pulled his phone out of his pocket. I took out mine so we could exchange numbers with each other.

"So next weekend, do you mean the one coming up tomorrow or next week's weekend?" I finally looked up again, tucking my phone away.

"Next week's."
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