Bets

I pulled up to Forks High School in my signature Volvo, I hated the fact that Carlisle would not allow me to drive my Aston. He said it was some sort of modesty thing, but who cares about that. All I care about is the fact that I have one of the nicest cars in the world at my disposal and I am not even able to drive it. I do not care if they, they being Carlisle and Esme, do not like my new attitude that I apparently picked up upon arrival in this little dump of a town, but all I know is that I never come home crying anymore.

What can I say? I am the most popular guy and damn proud of it!

I stepped out of my car and completely ignored my twin sister Alice as I began my walk towards the school. I was in a bad mood and I really did not need her cheery-ass making it worse. I just wanted to get to my stupid classes without being bombarded by my usual fan club. The little pixie chose to be persistent though as she chased me across the lot until I could not stand the following any longer.

I turned and snapped at her, "What do you want with me, Pixie?"

"I just wanted to tell my twin to have a nice day," she looked at the ground hurt and shuffled in her designer heels, "but he seems to be too full of himself to even care! When did you become such a jerk Edward? This is not the Edward I grew up with!"

"Whatever Ali," I rolled my eyes as I used the nickname I gave her when we were little. "Have a nice day also."

She instantly perked back up, "So will we be graced with your presence at lunch today?"

"Of course you will be," I chuckled a little, "we do sit at the same table."

"Just making sure," she laughed also as she hugged me and ran to Jasper who was sliding out of Emmett's Jeep.

I rolled my eyes as I watched him begin a completely inappropriate make-out session with my sister against the Jeep. As if that was not disgusting enough to watch this early in the morning, Emmett and Rosalie went at it on the other side of the Jeep. I scowled at the two perfect couples as I stalked away to my first period class, Trigonometry.

As I was walking to Trig I heard a rumbling so loud I bet it woke up the whole town. I turned to see the source of the noise, as if I did not already know who it was, Swan was here. I watched as Isabella tripped down from her old truck and began a quick walk across the lot with her shitty backpack flapping around because it was too big for her tiny body. Nobody bullied her, but she found a way to almost bully herself by being so clumsy. She approached my position and I knew the whole lot was in for a treat because she was not looking up and there was a curb fast approaching. Sure enough Swan hit the curb and fell to the ground, her backpack strap ripping and everything spilling out around her. I snorted a little laugh and walked to Trig.

It is painful to sit through classes in which you already know all the material. Let's just say I had too much free time at my old school and as a consequence of this I already knew all the high school material before entering my Freshman year. I was easily the top student in this dump of a school, well almost, I was actually tied with the loner, Isabella Swan.

I survived my morning classes by hiding my iPod up my sleeve and keeping my head down as if I was taking notes. Adventureland is a decent movie, that was the only thing I learned all morning. Walking into the cafeteria a bit late as usual I saw her sitting alone in the back, Isabella Swan. Call her whatever you want: loser, nerd, loner, geek, etc, but she was still a weird antisocial chick. She didn't talk to anyone and nobody talked to her.

Isabella was average at best. She had brown hair that hung limp down her back, with muddy eyes and no curves whatsoever, in other words, the male population was not missing anything with her being all antisocial and stuff. She was real tiny too, only a few inches taller than Alice, which is quite a feat compared to how almost everyone towered over the Pixie. She sat there reading a book, in her brown hoodie and beat up jeans, not beat up as in she bought them to be that way, beat up as in she needed some new ones. To top the whole look off, she had these ugly-ass boots and drove this shitty old truck. Yep, there was Isabella Swan, my only competition for Valedictorian of Forks High.

Moving across the cafeteria to the lunch line was always a chore for me because everyone in this damn school had something to say to me in the hopes of me actually paying attention to them for more than a second. I grabbed my lunch and sat down at my usual table by the windows, immediately zoning out of the conversation around me.

Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory were moaning about some dance and kept giving me wistful glances while their boyfriends were sitting right there, Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley. I don't even know why those four sit at our table, nobody here likes them or even pays attention to anything they say. I eavesdropped a little on what Rose, Alice, Em and Jazz were talking about only to find that they were also talking about this stupid dance. What dance could be so important that Em and Jazz actually cared about it?

I despised dances. All they brought me was weeks of annoying girls all throwing themselves at me in the hopes that I will think about taking them to the dance, yeah right! I either skip the dance or ride solo and pick up some chicks there once I am good and drunk.

"Edward, my man," Mike leaned over to me, "so how many girls have you turned down so far?"

"None yet, thank the lord!" I exclaimed dramatically. "Maybe they all forgot about me, one can only hope." I really did hope that they forgot that I was available. "Anyway, what makes this dance so different to have all of you consumed in conversation about it?"

Alice gasped and slapped the back of my head, "It is not just any dance Edward, it is Prom, and now that we are Juniors we can go!"

"Big deal, Rose and Em went last year and said it was just another dance!"

Emmett cleared his throat, "Uh, not really little brother, it is THE dance, so yeah not just another stupid school dance."

"Whatever, I'll probably skip it anyway," I sighed and began to pick at my lunch, not really listening to anything else they were saying.

Suddenly the conversation went silent and I looked up from my fries to see all eyes on me and the whole table with shit-eating grins on their faces. "What are you guys on?" I laughed at the high look each of them had. "If it is that great can I have some?"

"Hey Eddie," Emmett laughed as I growled at the nickname. "How about a little friendly bet?"

"Oh god!" I moaned, every time I made a bet with them I always wound up looking like a fool whether it was planned or not. "What is it?"

"Ali just came up with it, so I'll let her explain it."

Alice nodded at him, clearly pleased with whatever this bright idea was, "Edward, my dearest brother, since you have no plans for Prom, how about we select one lucky female to be your date and we bet that you would not be able to get her to go with you."

That made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt. I finally settled down after the hardest laugh I have had in a long time, I mean seriously what girl would not want to go with me? "Okay, okay, name your terms."

"So you are actually gonna do this partner," Jasper drawled in his Southern accent while Rosalie rolled her eyes at her brother's theatrics.

"Probably, but I want to hear the terms of this bet before I fully accept their...should I really call it a challenge?" I laughed again.

Emmett just laughed with me or was he laughing at me, "Little bro, if you can get this girl to go with you Ali and I will do all your chores for six months, and we will donate twenty-five percent of our allowances to your cause."

"What cause?"

"Does it matter, we are talking money here?" Em laughed. "If you cannot get her to go though, you have to do our chores for six months." Alice poked him. "Oh, and Alice gets to dress you during those six months."

I looked over at Jasper who was so whipped that he allowed my sister to dress him via video conference every morning. He was in a pink polo with artfully faded jeans and flip flops. I did not do pink, but this bet would be too easily won, so there was minimal risk. Who could they pick that would seriously not want to go to the dance with me?

"Fine I will do it," I sighed and gave them all my trademark grin, to which they all laughed. "Who is the lucky lady that I will be taking to Prom?"

Rosalie completely lost it and pointed to the back of the cafeteria. I looked over my shoulder to see her pointing at Angela Weber. "Angela? Guys she has a boyfriend." I may be a dick sometimes, but I would never steal another guy's girlfriend. That was just low, even for me.

"No dipshit!" Rosalie gasped, out of breath. "Behind her!"

I looked behind Angela and instantly tensed up. They picked her. I was so screwed.

"Edward you will be trying to get Isabella Swan to attend Prom with you!" Alice and Emmett said in unison as they high-fived.