So, Happy Birthday Fantabulosity. (AKA -, AAKA incognito burrito) This is part of your semi-edible present. This story is entirely Edward's POV, so deal. And also, about the whole Edward-playboy plot line. Overused? Yes! Do I care? Of course I care, that's why I'm writing another Edward-playboy story! There will be a little bit of fowl-mouthedness in this story, but I think it needs to be there.

DISCLAIMER: I own Twilight! –lawyers enter the room- Heh heh, Happy Opposites Day everyone! And consider this the disclaimer for the entire story, because I don't like writing disclaimers over and over again. I don't actually own Twilight.

"I can get any girl I want." I boasted to my siblings and friends at lunch. It's true, I mused to myself, no girl has ever denied me.

"Edward," Alice admonished, "Don't you think your girl obsession has gone on a little to long? I certainly do."

"Seriously, Edward." Rose cut in, "How many girls have you actually gone out with where their personality interested you more than their boobs?"

I had to think about that. "None." I admitted.

Emmett said, "Please, Edward, I bet you that you can't get Bella Swan to go out with you by the end of the semester. Loser goes to the park and crosses the monkey bars twice during the 'Story Time in the Park' thing the library is doing."

Emmett had no idea what he was getting his self into. I had two months to work with. Bella would be easy. Not as easy as someone like Lauren Mallory, but easy still.

I saw Bella sitting alone at a table near ours, with her nose in a book.

"I bet you twenty dollars that I can finish this bet before lunch is over."

Emmett looked over at Bella, smiled slightly, and said, "Done. Shake on it." We shook hands and I walked over to Bella's table.

"Hello Bella" I said with that smile that made girls go crazy for me. She looked up from her book and scowled.

"What the hell do you want Cullen?" That shocked me. Maybe she won't be as easy as I thought, I caught myself thinking.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend?" I asked, thinking maybe she was joking, because girls don't disrespect or reject me. Ever.

We actually were friends. Until about seventh grade she practically lived at my house, playing with Alice and me. I was sad when we started drifting apart, but now I'm popular, and Bella's a bookworm.

"That was before hormones took over your, and the rest of the schools' brains." Bella snarled. What did I do to earn such hostility?

"What, exactly, did I do to you?" I really wanted to know.

"Not me specifically Edward, to the female population in general. You use girls, you're a man-whore who goes looking for boobs, and you're a complete jackass, Edward. Now what do you want?"

Well, that was enlightening. "Is it wrong for me to want to talk to an old friend?"

I felt bad for lying to Bella, but how could I tell her that the only reason I was talking to her after ignoring her for five years was because of a bet?

"Right. And after five years, what made you decide to talk to me again? I'm not a toy for you store on a shelf until you remember you used to play with it often and decide to try and remember what kept you entertained all those years ago."

Bella has to be mad at me. I would be mad at me, I thought. But Bella wasn't done yet.

"I'm not one of your conquests that you look to when you feel empty inside and you want to feel accepted. You came here for a reason. What do you want from me?"

I couldn't just tell her the truth; she would only start yelling again. I pondered what to say to get out of my debacle, but the bell rang, saving me.

"Saved by the bell." Bella said with a smile tinged with nastiness. "How cliché."

So, do you like your B-day present? Everyone, if I don't get 5 reviews, I'm discontinuing this story. Here is how I feel on flaming. Constructive criticism: fine, do your thing. But if you got an account souly to flame people, do us a favor and stop. Please. AND! Anyone (besides Fantabulosity, 'cause she got a story dedicated to her.) who knows what the word 'debacle' means without looking it up in a dictionary (electronc or real) gets a chapter dedicated to them! For those of you who haven't read my other stories, my "name" is "Lola". OR IS IT?!? -shifty eyes-

-Lola