Chapter 1

BPOV

Ugh! This was so frustrating! I thought as I looked at my closet. If only Alice were here; she would know what I should wear. Of course I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place if she didn't arrange this damn thing. I told her no more blind dates, but she didn't listen to me. I looked back at yesterday's conversation,

"No! No, please, not again," after 9 very unsuccessful blind dates you'd think Alice would get it by now.

"Oh c'mon Bella! Last one I promise!" she begged doing that stupid pout that always broke my resolve. "I have a good feeling about this guy!"

"Oh I'm suppose to trust this 'feeling'?" Alice always had like a sixth sense, but, when it came to dating it faltered.

"It's the same feeling I had when Emmett met Rose, and when I met Jasper and now look at us; I'm married and Rose and Em are happily engaged."

I couldn't argue with that. They were all inseparable and I couldn't help but feel like the fifth wheel when we all went out.

I groaned. "What are the chances of me getting out of this?"

She smiled "Slim to none."

I sighed and she smiled, "Oh c'mon Bella; not all blind dates suck."

And just like that I had a date tonight. I could only hope that this one didn't suck as much as the rest had; the balding man in his mid forties who was a tax worker-my brother Emmett should never be allowed to choose a date for me again- the attractive married swim teacher-how had Rosalie miss the ring-he told me he was married right off the bat and said that I was the piece of ass on the side. Let's just say I didn't call him back. Jasper's choice was not bad. Jacob Black. We dated for a month. He was nice, sweet, funny, and smart, but I couldn't see a future with him. The other six dates were set up by Rose or my other best friend Angela; those didn't work out either.

Tonight was Alice's pick. She said this guy ran a restaurant. I was impressed; compared to the others he was a gift from god. I didn't tell her who I was really interested in. I saw him every other day-I didn't know his name though. He had bronze hair and the most amazing green eyes, he was incredibly handsome and very fit; toned arms, six pack-I would know because he I ran past him everyday when he was jogging too, except he ran shirtless and with his black rotweiler dog.

I was currently trying to pick out an outfit, and I desperately needed help.

A knock on my door made me sigh relief.

I ran and opened it knowing who was on the other side.

"Alice help me!" I yelled letting my frustration out.

She smiled "I had a feeling you'd need my help," I rolled my eyes "I have just the perfect outfit." she let herself in and quickly ran to my room.

"Put these on." she shoved the clothes to my chest and pushed me towards the bathroom before I could say a word.

"Whoa." I said to the reflection in the mirror. I actually looked hot; I was wearing jeans- no doubt designer knowing Alice- and a tight black v-neck shirt that emphasized my chest. Perfect first date outfit.

"Bella c'mon! I have to do your make-up!"

Ugh. My least favorite part. Makeup was such a pain.

I dragged my feet while walking out of the bathroom.

"Oh don't be so dramatic!" she grabbed my hand and sat me down on my computer desk chair. My first makeover I had with Alice was when I was in the tenth grade it was very uncomfortable I almost ran away when she took out her eyeliner that day; a stick in my eye? No way, that was where I drew the line.

"Don't worry I won't do too much," she took out her makeup bag to fish some things out. "just a bit of mascara," she said while applying it on me "hint of eyeliner," I really hated eyeliner, "a little bit of strawberry lip gloss, and. . .voila! Done." she turned me around to face her and held out a hand mirror.

I looked normal and, for once, felt pretty. I rarely felt this way when I had best friends that looked like models; Alice with her spiky black hair, slender body, and great style, and Rosalie with her long blonde hair good body, and natural good looks.

"Thanks Alice," I smiled

"No problem; I enjoy doing these things I'm pretty sure your date will enjoy it too."

My face fell.

"I'm still mad that you're making me go on another one of these damn things,"

"I promised it was the last one, plus I told you I have a feeling this one is a keeper,"

"You and your stupid feeling," I muttered

"Hey remember when we were on the freeway that one time and I told you we needed to go on the next available exit, and even though you argued you still did and two hours later the news reported a pile up on the lane we were about to go on? I saved our lives."

"Yes, yes, you're psychic, whatever." she put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye

"Trust me on this Bella."

I sighed. "Fine, but I won't like it."

She rolled her eyes.

"What time is he picking me up?"

"At eight, and it's," she checked her watch, "seven-fifty nine."

"Ok." I said feeling suddenly nervous.

"Don't worry it'll be fine."

"I need water," I ran to the kitchen.

"Bella don't you dare spill anything on your outfit tonight!"

I rolled my eyes and decided to mess with her "Whoops!"

"Bella!"

"Kidding!" I laughed.

"I'm glad my anger amuses you," she said walking in. after I got my water I quickly chugged it down my throat feeling very dry. Four minutes later the doorbell rang. I jumped and started to walk towards the door when Alice grabbed my arm and stopped me "Don't!"

"What?" I asked startled.

"Let me get it, if you do then you will seem too eager and then he will think that you are easy and then-"

"Well then hurry up and answer the door Alice!" I hissed. Stupid girl code. I never really took the time to learn to understand it, it frustrated me I didn't know why girls friends had to come with them to the bathroom all the time; it kinda annoyed me.

She ran and opened the door "Hey Edward, wait I will get Bella. Bella! Edward's here!" I walked as slowly as I could to the door, and when I got there I gasped.

It was him. The guy I ran past everyday and admired from afar.

Edward.