Kiss Attack

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This is simply good clean fun as we toyed with the characters of Bella, Mike and Edward.

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Chapter One- Magical Margarita Pizza

Mike POV

Mmmm… pizza. Good old traditional margarita pizza. And people say school lunch is always bad.

Cue the girls!

The usual group of girls walked through the lunch hall, Jessica, Angela, Lauren… and newbie? Oh, that must be Isabella Swan, the chief's daughter. She was defiantly something to look at!

Wowzaa!

I should ask her out. Yeah, she'll say yes, I'm good looking. I might not be rich, but I'm kind, popular. Of course she'll say yes!

The girls sat at their usual table across from me so once I had finished my pizza I walked over to them. I caught my hair in the windows reflection. Yep, she'd be a fool to say no when I look this good.

"Hey" I said, trying to sound confident.

"Mike, she's not interested" Jessica called not looking up from her soda bottle.

"Hmm, let's see shall we?" I smirked at Jess and pulled up a chair next to Isabella. Once I had taken my seat, she looked up at me and smiled. I got lost in her eyes until she cleared her throat.

"Erm, can I help you?"

I snapped out of it.

"Isabella right?" I spoke holding out my hand to greet her.

"Just Bella" she corrected.

"Bella… Isn't that Italian?"

"Yeah I… I guess" she chuckled.

"Well I… love Italian food! Maybe we could go… for pizza… like a, you know, date?" Smooth Mike, real smooth. Why did I seem nervous? She'll say yes, wouldn't she?

"Yeah, sure. Sounds fun" she sounded unsure, but I wasn't going to let her back out.

"Umm, so Friday? Is Friday night good for you?"

She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip a little in a cute sexy nervous way.

"Sure, why not." Thank god for that!

"I'll pick you up around 5pm?"

"Great, see you Friday" Damn, her smile was amazing.

"Yeah, see ya!" I walked away out of the lunch hall with a huge grin on my face. Behind me I could hear the girls yelling at Bella, but I didn't care, she was freaking hot! And now, she was mine.

Bella POV

Friday-

5:24pm the green lights on my alarm told me. Where the hell is Mike? He said five! Not half past! It was almost about to call him, but I saw his car roll up my driveway, so I grabbed my purse and bounced down the stairs. I opened the door before he had chance to knock.

"Hey Bella, I was just about to knock" Figures…

"Mike I think you need a watch" I told him, pointing out how late he was.

"Yeah, sorry" he looked down at his feet "Busy traffic"

Liar. He'd clearly spent all that time on his hair, how vain can you be? Even I didn't spend that long on my hair, and I'm pretty sure I've got more than him!

"Let's go" I blurted out. I swiftly locked the door behind me and jogged down to Mike's car as he couldn't be arsed to wait for me.

The ride in the car was uneventful and extremely boring. We didn't even talk to each other! I'm pretty sure this date couldn't get any worse.

How wrong can a girl be? We'd only been here half an hour and I already wanted to leave. Mike had brought me to a pizza restaurant. It's not that I hate pizza, but this isn't pizza. It's awful. Normally I wouldn't mind greasy fatty fried food, but this! This was practically grease smothered with fat and oil and no trace of food under it at all. Did he expect me to eat this? Mike ordered for the both of us, figuring he was being clever.

"Actually Mike. Can we go somewhere else?" I built up the nerve to ask as the grimy haired teen stood waiting for us to finish our order. Mike looked at me like I had gone mad.

"Bella" he whispered. "Why? This place is amazing." He turned back to the cashier. I felt like tiny child being ignored. I didn't like being ignored or cast aside. I stood and swung on my heels, my purse swinging from my shoulder out to whack his hip. It wasn't planned, but it felt quite good.

"Bella, wait. Where you going? Food isn't here yet" he was completely oblivious to anything except himself. I slammed the shop door on my way out. Then I remembered he was my ride. Frick, I had to spend time with him on the car ride. Mike followed me out in a huff.

"Bella, what's wrong? Pizza not your flavour today?" he had the balls to reach a hand to my cheek. I stepped back at the contact then my internal drive forced me to apologise.

"No matter. We can make the early showing of the movie and eat popcorn. You like popcorn right?"

"Sure" I didn't even know why I agreed to it. What possibly possessed me? "What Movie is it?"

"A surprise" A cheeky grin lit his face and he wiggled his eyebrows trying to be funny. To be honest he just looked like an idiot. I faked a laugh and stepped into his car. He drove reasonably well all things considered. Which technically was a bad sign. I once read in a girl magazine that if you're noticing how well your date drives it means you're probably doomed, you should be paying more attention to his looks or comical jokes, or admiring his bad boy attitude as he drives over the speed limit. And Mike was no 'bad boy'.

With Mike, facial wise, he wasn't ugly, but he was no day dream. Joke wise, it was things that were either sexist, blond-ist or otherwise offending. I'm not blonde and I respect that sometimes sexist jokes can be funny. But not a single laugh from my glossed lips was real. And the worst part was that I felt guilty about it.

After what felt like an eternity of silent punishment we arrived. Mike didn't even do the gentlemanly thing and pay for my ticket. Lucky I brought along my own money. We settled into our seats after getting a deluxe bucket of salted popcorn. Mike's choice not mine. I hated salted popcorn but like before he didn't even say anything when I voiced a concern. Need I say I was pretty pissed when the lights fell? As the first scene came on I realised that this 'surprise' film was actually the sappiest most romantic and slushy film in the cinemas and rated 5 stars by all chic's all over the world; Pink Rose. I hated it from the first three seconds. I was no girly girl and Mike should have really gotten to know me before he asked me on this date. The protagonist was stupider than a toddler with a bucket on his head hanging upside down on a tree with his clothes on inside out. She 'fell in love' with the first guy that kissed her, then cried her heart out when he slept with her best friend. After that I tuned out. Looks like Mike did too. Clearly he had other ideas about what he'd be doing during the movie, and watching it was not one of them. But by the fake yawn and stretch manoeuvre he pulled wrapping an arm around my shoulder, his hand resting just about my chest, I'd say that snogging my face off was one of them. That or copping a feel. Worse that than was the salty smell from his fingers just below my face. God, I felt like I was sitting with a pig. I needed an out. I needed an excuse for me to leave early. Think Bella. School work…no he's in the majority of my classes. Maybe I left the stove on…no I'm not completely incompetent. Maybe…Charlie!

"Mike." I leaned across to whisper to him in the dark. His eyes were closed and his lips facing me, inviting me to kiss them. I pushed the gag reflex back down my throat and tapped his shoulder. He only leaned forward to me more. I leant back, away from him.

"Mike. I've got to go." An old couple behind us hissed for quiet. Without waiting for his reply I stood and shuffled past the other viewer's feet ignoring the complaints. Mike wisely followed.

"Bella, what the hell? There's still 30 minutes left of the movie." Yeah another 30 minutes in hell. I didn't think I could last that long.

"Mike. I just remembered, Charlie's locked out the house. I forgot and I took his key." His face screwed up in thought.

"But, he was inside the house when we left…" why did he have to choose now to be clever? I looked at my feet fiddling with my purse while thinking of a lie on the spot.

"Yeah, but he was going out through the back. And when the backdoor shut's you can't get back in and I locked the front door. So he's locked out." He just stood silent.

"Oh, alright…" Thank god, that was so unbelievable. "You got enough for cab fare?" I blinked a few times trying to understand if he had actually just ditched me. I nodded and he walked back after kissing my cheek goodbye and hoping we could do it again. I couldn't move away from the kiss because of the sheer shock. My first thought was to go out and puncture his tyres. But as good as that seemed I wanted out faster. I called Charlie and waited outside. He swung by within minutes and let me rant on to him about the crappy date. He tried to be supportive, but secretly I could tell he was thrilled I wouldn't be encouraged to date again for a while.

After another rant to my diary I rolled into bed feeling utter crap.

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