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BPOV

I was going to kill Alice. It's her fault I'm in this predicament. Her and her match making attempts were driving me crazy. A normal person would think after the first three attempts failing miserably, that they should just give up. But not Alice. No Alice "can't bear to see her best friend, since we were in diapers, be lonely at the ripe young age of twenty-two". Her words, not mine.

"Just trust me on this one, Bella," she said, "You'll enjoy this blind date." I regretted ever listening to her now.

Sighing in annoyance, I allowed my best friend and roommate to set me up on one last blind date. It wasn't that her previous attempts weren't because she didn't care, we were basically sisters. It's the men she set me up with.

Blind date number one had a sweating problem. I had to watch in disgust for two hours as the poor boy sweated right into his mushroom soup. Then as he dropped me off, I narrowly missed a kiss, but had to settle for a hug instead. I was ringing out my clothes over the tub all night.

Blind date number two was a giant pervert. The movie had only started ten minutes prior, when I felt his hand trail up my thigh to the button on my jeans. Needless to say, I stomped out of there after shoving his hand off, but not before introducing his shirt to my soda and popcorn.

Blind date number three wasn't too bad. He was actually really nice and sweet. I enjoyed my date with him. After giving him a kiss goodnight and exchanging numbers, I went to bed that night feeling all giddy inside, excited about a second date he promised we would go on. It wasn't until a week later with no phone calls and always catching voicemails, I felt like there was something wrong with me. It wasn't until I stopped with Alice at the local coffee shop did I see the real reason why he hadn't been returning my calls. We walked in to find him leaning over the counter, shamelessly flirting with the girl behind it. Then to make his case worse, he leaned over and kissed her. Let's just say, his shirt held the same fate as blind date number two.

And so now I found myself on blind date number four, and I was seriously regretting allowing Alice to talk me into it. This guy was horrible. Mike Newton was a blonde haired, blue eyed young twenty-four year old who still lived with his mom. Where Alice found this guy, I'll never know, nor do I want to know. And the destination of our date? He took me to a baseball game.

A fucking baseball game.

Kill me now.

I absolutely hated sports with a passion. Growing up with a father that watched nothing but sports tended to make you hate them. For eighteen years of my life, I was forced to watch sports. I loved my dad, I still do, but I hated watching sports. They were boring as hell in my opinion.

"Hot dogs, get your hot dogs here!" a young boy with acne called, carrying a huge tray with hundreds of neatly folded hot dogs in foil.

Mike turned towards me with a smile. "Want a hot dog?" he asked.

"Uh, no thanks," I said trying to hide my disgust.

Mike shrugged his shoulders before yelling to the young boy that he wanted one hot dog. As Mike ate his hot dog, I turned to watch the game, at least trying to look interested. One hour into the game and I was already wanting to go the hell home. Keeping my eyes on the game, I thought of different ways that I could kill Alice.

It was some time later that the players all went off the field. I sat up straight in excitement, hoping the game was finally over. Of course, luck was not on my side today.

"Is the game over?" I asked Mike.

"No, it's the seventh inning stretch. Do you need to go to the bathroom? Need any more snacks?" he asked.

"I'm good," putting a fake smile on my face.

I turned back to the field right as the music changed. I looked around in confusion just as Mike tapped my arm. I looked to him in question before he pointed to the big screen. I saw red and pink hearts all over the screen. I groaned when I realized exactly what was happening. The Kiss Cam.

I scrunched down in my seat as I saw a camera man sweeping over the crowd, looking for his next victims.

Please don't pick us, please don't pick us….I chanted over and over in my head. Of course, luck didn't like me at all today. Next thing I heard was the people cheering around us and Mike looking towards me, waggling his eyebrows. I looked up to see Mike and myself on the big screen. Oh fuck me….

I turned to face Mike just in time to see him coming towards me with his disgusting lips puckered. I waited until last minute and turned my head swiftly, causing him to catch my cheek. Thinking he was going to catch my lips, he already had his tongue ready for the attack. You can imagine my disgust as the entire stadium, audience and players and likely national television, watched Mike make out with my cheek. When he finally realized it wasn't my lips he was sucking on, he pulled away with shock. I heard protests around us but ignored them, turning back to face the front. Luckily, the camera man got my point and searched for another victim.

For the rest of the game, I could tell Mike was put out with me. Humph, serves him right. Maybe it'll keep him from calling me or asking me out on another date….

By the time the ninth inning rolled around, I was more than ready to leave. I'm pretty sure Mike could tell. I kept watching him steal glances at the dirty blonde three seats down.

"Hey Mike, I think I'm going to go ahead and go. Alice texted me and said she needed me for a….um….boyfriend emergency," I lied smoothly. Okay I couldn't lie, but by the way Mike was throwing glances at the bimbo, I could tell he didn't care.

"Oh, okay. I could drive you home," he said, reaching for his keys.

"No, it's fine. Alice is coming to pick me up," I lied again.

"Okay. I hope we can do this again," he said. Yeah I don't think so buddy.

"Um, yeah," I said, avoiding his eyes.

I would just have to call a cab to come and get me. I could not stay here any longer.

Just as I stood up, I heard people around me shouting at some player on the field by the name of 'Cullen'. I knew who he was, even though I hated sports. He was on the cover of many magazines that Alice always brought home. Super gorgeous, Chicago Cubs pitcher, and the number one eligible bachelor in the Chicago area at the age of twenty-five.

You can imagine my shock when I heard the stadium let out a roar of cheers and the people around me screaming "Heads up!" Not knowing what the hell they were talking about, I paused and looked in confusion. I caught just a glimpse of white before I felt an incredible pain just on my hair line. I felt the pressure and shock of the pain knock me off my feet, causing me to sprawl backwards into the lap of an older couple.

I heard shouts around me of someone calling a medic. They set me down gently in a chair. I held a hand to the top of my head, feeling a lump form quickly. I closed my eyes as my vision started getting covered in black spots.

"Ma'am, we're here to help you. We're just going to ease you up slowly and take you out to one of our ambulances. We just need to check over you and make sure you're not hurt too badly," someone in an EMT uniform said.

I nodded my head, but stopped when it hurt to do so. They eased me up slowly and helped me towards the exit. Once we got past the stairs, they had a cart waiting for us. They eased me up on it slowly, then once they had me secured, took off for one of the ambulances.

When they reached the vehicle, they carried me over to a waiting stretcher. The EMTs circled around me, checking my blood pressure, checking my temperature, and poking and prodding at my new found lump. All at the same time. To make matters worse, the game was over so the audience members were coming out of the stadium. They whispered to each other, shamelessly pointing at me.

What a great way to end a blind date, I thought sarcastically.

One EMT came over to us with a bag of ice and gently laid it on my head. I reached up and secured it there, trying to not release a groan as a headache started forming under my skull.

"You're blood pressure and temperature are fine, Miss. And I see no signs of a concussion," they told me twenty minutes after they finished examining me. "I would recommend you have someone drive you home. Take some Tylenol for the pain and don't go to sleep for the next few hours. Do you have someone that could watch over you for just tonight?"

"I have a roommate. I should call her and ask her to come pick me up. Can you hand me my purse?" I asked, reaching limply for my purse that seemed miles away.

The EMT handed it to me and I started digging through my purse to find my phone. Once I found it, I flipped it open, only to find the batter dead.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath.

"Miss, you have someone here to see you," the EMT said next to me.

I looked up from my phone at him in confusion. He wasn't looking at me, but to something to my right. I turned my head, slowly, to the right to see who he was staring at.

Well fuck me….

There he was in all his six foot two inch glory. The Edward Cullen. If Alice had been here, she would have squealed like a little middle school girl and jumped on him faster than you could say sexy. And I must say, he was a lot sexier in person. His hair screamed sex and his green eyes could put the forest of Forks, Washington, the place where I grew up, to shame. He looked gorgeous in his Cubs jersey and jeans that hung low on his hips. You couldn't even tell he was just playing a baseball game, with the way his flawless skin looked.

"Uh…." I stuttered. Nice going, Swan. Way to make yourself look like an idiot in front of this gorgeous baseball player.

"Uh, hi," he said nervously, running his hand through his hair. Oh, the things I wanted to do to that hair.

"I just wanted to apologize for accidentally hitting you with the ball," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

I stared at him for a minute, before busting into fits of laughter. I could not believe the way this day has been for me. First, I ended up on the worst blind date ever, then I get hit with a baseball by the number one bachelor in Chicago, and finally, the cherry on top of the cake, said baseball player decided to come and apologize to someone he didn't even know. I couldn't help but laugh.

Edward on the other hand gave me a weird look. I tried to stop, I honestly did, but I could not stop. Finally when I could, I started to explain myself.

"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself," I said, feeling bad for allowing this gorgeous man to think I was laughing at him.

"Uh…Okay?" he said it in more of a question tone.

"Sorry, if you knew the kind of day I've had, you would laugh, too. It's just one of those days," I said.

He smirked the most gorgeous smile that made my legs feel like jello. It's a good thing I was sitting down. He came over and motioned for me to move over so he could sit down on the stretcher. I raised an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"Why don't you tell me about it," he suggested.

"Uh," I looked around nervously at the people looking at us curiously, "Don't you have to leave? I'm sure you have better things to do besides listening to someone like me tell you about the day I've had."

"Nope, nowhere to be. After this I was going home. Just humor me," he said with a wink.

Insert panties dropping here.

"O-okay….I don't know where to start," I said, blushing.

"Why not start where everything turned bad," he said.

And I did. I told him about Alice and her many attempts to set me up on blind dates and how they all ended in disaster. I told him how I did not want to come to a baseball game as a blind date, and how Mike had continued to ignore me and keep his eyes on the blonde bimbo. I finally ended with the incident he had come to apologize for. He was laughing by the end of it.

"So you're the girl that rejected the poor guy on the Kiss Cam. I saw that. I take it you didn't like him very much," Edward said.

"No, besides he was too involved with the bimbo. I'm tired of these blind dates Alice is always setting me up on. They all end in disasters," I said.

"Well, I must say, I'm glad you came on this one. Because then I wouldn't haven't gotten to talk to a pretty girl like you if you hadn't. I ashamed to admit I liked that it was you I hit with the ball and not some bimbo," he said with a smirk.

I giggled, punching his arm playfully. "Jerk."

"Hey," he said throwing his hands up in innocence, "I'm only speaking the truth."

I smiled up at him, blushing softly. He called me pretty….

"So how's the head?" he asked after a moment of us staring into each other's eyes.

I moved the ice off of it, rubbing it gently.

"The swelling's gone down some. But I'm use to being unlucky. I'm a walking danger magnet," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

He reached up and rubbed the spot tenderly. I froze, halting my breath, as his fingers touched my skin. There was a tiny spark and a warm trail left in the wake of his fingers.

"I'm really sorry about that. I really didn't mean to hit you," he said.

I laughed quietly. "It's fine. I just hope you don't do this a lot to pick up girls," I said with a wink. Where the hell did that come from?

Luckily, he laughed and didn't seem weirded out by me.

"No, I've never picked up a girl this way, I promise. Although, that is a good idea. I don't know why I never thought of that before. Tell me, how am I doing?" he asked with a wink and a sexy smirk.

I blushed looking away trying to avoid his eyes.

"I'd say you're doing a good job," I said, blushing redder than a tomato.

I felt his hand under my chin and him pull my face towards him. Again, with the breathing halting and the spark on the skin on skin contact. When he noticed how close we were, the smile on his face fell and his eyes grew serious. His hand moved from under my chin to my cheek, moving his face closer to mine.

I closed my eyes, anxiously waiting for the feel of his lips on mine. Slowly, almost as if in slow motion, his lips brushed against mine once before coming back and making full contact. I released a breath I had been holding, sighing against his lips. I reached my hands into his hair, ice bag long forgotten, tugging at it softly. He opened his mouth, his tongue meeting mine.

"Bella!"

And cue the one person I had been planning to kill all day.

Edward and I jumped back from each other, me blushing as red as a fire truck and Edward moving off the stretcher. I looked up to see Alice struggling to get past the EMTs who were blocking her from getting to me.

"She's my best friend you nimrods!" she shrieked, uselessly trying to push her way through them.

"It's alright. She's with me," I told them weakly. Somehow they managed to hear me and moved out of Alice's way.

As soon as they weren't blocking her path towards me anymore, she launched herself towards me, wrapping her tiny arms around my torso. The impact of her body hitting against mine nearly knocked me off the stretcher. Luckily, Edward's hand shot out and supported my back to keep me from falling. I threw him a thankful glance over Alice's head. She pulled away, turning her back towards Edward, not completely noticing him at all.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Bella! I'm such an idiot. I mean, Mike freaking Newton? What the hell was I thinking? And I can't believe he brought you to a baseball game! That idiot! I saw it all, the thing with the Kiss Cam and the baseball incident. You really took a spill there, Bells. You scared me to death. I tried to get down here as fast as I could! I'm so sorry!" how she said this all in one breath amazed me.

"Alice! Calm down. It's alright. I'm fine. All I need right now is some peace and quiet and some Tylenol. Do that for me and I'll forgive you," I said, holding a hand to my head. It was like Return of the Headache. Edward's kissing cured it until reality hit. Oh shit, Edward….

I had forgotten about him while Alice rambled on. I turned to see him still awkwardly standing there, running his hands through his hair. Alice turned towards the place where my eyes were settled on. When she saw Edward, her eyes about popped out of her head and her chin basically hit the floor.

"You're Edward Cullen! Oh my gosh, you hit my best friend with a baseball. Oh my gosh, you two were kissing! Bella what the fu-" I cut her off by throwing my hand over her mouth.

"Alice, go wait out in the car. I'll be out there in a few minutes," I said, giving her the look that told her to do as I say without questions.

"Okay, buy you are telling me everything once we get home. Edward freaking Cullen…." she mumbled to herself walking off.

When she was gone, I turned back to Edward with a sheepish grin on my face.

"Uh, sorry about that," I said, avoiding his eyes.

"What was that?" he asked with a chuckle.

"That was Alice Brandon, or better known as my best friend," I said blushing slightly.

He chuckled again. "She seems like a handful."

"You have no idea," I muttered.

We stood there in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say to each other. I mean, what do you say to a stranger you just randomly kissed, a hot sexy and famous stranger….

"So, um….I should probably go. I don't want her waiting too long," I said grabbing my purse off the stretcher.

"Wait," he said grabbing my wrist. Sparks flew up my arm, making my body tingle. "I have something for you."

I looked at him in confusion. He reached down into his pocket, pulling out something white. He held it up between us. I nearly laughed when I saw what it was.

"One of the EMTs gave it to me. I'd figured since I'd injured you, I at least wanted to give you something to show you how sorry I am. So I thought, why not the ball that I hit you with," he chuckled nervously. "I know it's kind of lame, but I wanted you to have something to remember the day you got hit by the famous Edward Cullen." That statement was followed by a cocky smirk.

Oh, I had something else besides a baseball to remember him by. That kiss….

"Thank you," I said, reaching up and taking the ball from his hand.

"I even took the time to sign it for you. Hold onto it. It may be valuable someday," he said with a wink.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'll make sure to do that."

"There's just one thing I need to it," he said, taking out a sharpie.

I put the ball in his outstretched hand and curiously watched him scribble something under his name. When he was done, he blew on it to make sure it was dry before handing it back to me. Under his name, was a number. Not just any number, though. It was a phone number. I looked back up at him with my mouth open like the idiot I was.

"I'd like to make it up to you about the whole accident. Something besides a silly baseball. Maybe we could have dinner one night?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I couldn't help but admire how adorable he looked acting like a nervous high school teenager. To ease his worries, I boldly reached up on my tip toes and pecked his lips. I pulled away with a shy smile and looked at him from under my lashes.

"I'd like that," I said blushing slightly.

His answering smile was brilliant. "Good, because I make a mean green bean casserole."

I couldn't help but laugh at his goofy behavior.

"So, I'll call you and let you know when I'm free," I said, avoiding his eyes again.

His hand snuck under my chin and pulled my face towards his again.

"I'll be waiting patiently," he said with a smirk.

He backed away then, holding out his hand.

"I never formally introduced myself. I'm Edward Cullen," he said.

I raised an eyebrow at him before putting my hand in his giant one. There's that spark again….

"Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella," I said with a smile.

He flashed a smile before yanking me forward with my hand and pulling me into another mind boggling kiss. You can imagine my frustration at my best friend when I heard her familiar horn honk behind us. I pulled away with an internal groan. Edward's breath fanned my face, making me temporarily forget my frustration towards the pixie.

"Don't keep me waiting too long Bella Swan," he said.

Then just like that, he pulled away entirely. With one last wink and a wave he turned to walk off. I stayed frozen for a minute, before turning and heading for Alice's car. Before I reached her car, I turned to watch Edward's retreating form over my shoulder. I smiled shyly when I saw him do the same over his shoulder. I gave him one last smile before turning and walking towards Alice's car.

As soon as I opened the door, Alice's voice carried out before I could even sit down.

"When's the first date?"

As I shut the door to her car, I let out a long groan. Here we go….

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*Updated: I'm now continueing this story since I was asked by multiple reviewers! Enjoy!