I'm starting to get the hang of Fanfiction uploading now, yea! See, I figured out how to do the little line, separator, thingy. And, I'm sorry if it's confusing, but it skips from Edward's lunch to after biology class. Also, i suppose I should have put in a warning for the rating: language and slightly sexual content. ;) Thank you for the reviews and reading my story.

Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Epov-

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Stupid Emmett.

Why does he think its funny to reset my alarm clock to go off 5 minutes before we have to leave? Worse, I'm supposed to drive us to school.

Rosalie honked the horn impatiently while I was putting my pants on, startling me and making me fall into my CD shelves.

"Shit!"

I was a picture, my arms flailing to, impossibly, stop my CDs from falling with my pants caught around my ankles.

The car horn beeped again making me drop the last 80 CDs on the shelves.

"Gah!" every CD but one managed to miss my foot, but that last one fell down perfectly, at just the right angle to stab the top of my foot.

I pulled my pants up and grabbed a shirt off the top of the basket Esme brought up last night.

"Backpack? Backpack?" I spotted a strap from under my opened dresser drawer and yanked while running for the stairs.

God damn! School starts in 6 minutes!

~o~

"Just ask her. What do you have to lose?" Eric asked.

I yanked my eyes away from her to see that my whole lunch table was staring at me.

"I've just barely started talking to her. We're not even friends."

"That's good, you'll make it clear straight on that you want to be more than friends. Then there's no chance you'll get stuck in the friend zone. Now that sucks." Eric nodded, knowingly.

"Eric, where are you getting all this wisdom from? When have you even gone on a date?" Angela teased.

Eric glared at her before turning to look at me,

"Either way, it's a fifty-fifty chance she'll say yes," Eric ended.

"It is not anywhere near close to a fifty-fifty chance! This isn't a yes or no question on a test, Eric! Factor in that I'm a dork, socially awkward, and unattractive, and it's more of a 1 to 99 chance!"

Couldn't they understand that I didn't want to mess this up?

"C'mon Edward! Take charge! Go up to her and ask her on a date. It'd be romantic, manly, and sweet all at the same time," Angela suggested.

I nodded.

If I had confidence I would love to just go up to Bella, even though she doesn't really know me, and ask her in front of the whole lunch room. I would love to be a take charge, romantic guy. In my head I would approach her, grab her hand, turn her around and look into her eyes. My voice would be deep and husky when I asked her and her's would be breathless. We'd smile, and I wouldn't look like an idiot, before I'd promise to see her later that night.

With the millions of times I'd fantasized it, you'd think it would go a lot better than it did. But the real event made me look as smooth as Napoleon Dynamite. I might as well just start a llama farm now...

~o~

I'd figured now was as good as any time. After all, I had somewhat successfully managed to talk to her after lunch in biology: I stuttered, choked on my own spit, was humiliated by Lauren, tripped walking to my seat late for class, might I add, and responded to her questions ten minutes after she asked them, but on the plus side, I didn't faint and/or vomit!

And I made her laugh that beautiful little giggle.

Success!

Shit! She's in front of me! Ohgodohgodohgod! OH GOD!

Just do it you pansy or you'll be kicking yourself tonight, for, like, the thousandth time in your life.

"Bella?" I stood behind her but she kept talking and didn't notice. Dammit. Okay try it again Edward.

"Bella?" I asked louder.

She turned around, "Yes?" she looked confused, her friends even more so.

I blushed under their scrutiny. Shit! She was staring right into my eyes.

"Umm... Can I talk to you alone, please?" I stuttered. My hands were sweaty and my face was on fire; my stomach felt funny. Oh god! Don't throw up on her feet!

"Yeah, sure," she smiled, and started walking away from her friends. I followed like the lost puppy I am. We stopped and her friends were still watching, along with half the hallway.

My breathing picked up, and I flexed my hands before wiping them on my pants. Shit, shit, shit! This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

"What's up, Edward?"

God, just hearing her say my name makes my stomach flutter and my heart pound; not unlike the reactions I'd been experiencing in preparation for this moment.

"Edward?"

Shit! I've just been staring for the past thirty seconds. I wanted to hit myself, but I'd just look more pathetic. Lord, now I was gonna start crying.

"You okay?" she asked worriedly.

I gasped in a breath. Breathing is important, Edward!

"Bella?" I finally asked.

She giggled a little, "Yes, Edward?"

Everybody was still watching.

Don't pass out!

Just do it, Edward. You have to. You've been building up to this moment for weeks, years even. Don't chicken out now!

"I-I wanted to ask you... If you would go out on a um... date w-with me?" I swallowed, and I swear all I could hear was my heart beating and see her shocked face for about a minute before I could hear everything.

There was laughter from people close by, and I just knew they were laughing at me. I was humiliated. Of course she would never go out with me. What the fuck was I thinking? Shit, now I really was going to cry.

I looked down at my feet, preparing to run when Bella reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Edward?" she asked quietly. I couldn't look.

"Edward?" she asked again, louder. She sighed, sadly. I knew what was coming. It would kill me, I knew it.

"Edward, I would love to go on a date with you," she spoke softly.

What?

I looked up, shocked. She was smiling at me.

"When were you thinking?"

She said yes? This can't be real! My heart was pounding, my stomach fluttering, chest heaving. I was so happy, but unable to smile or even respond from shock.

Bella giggled again, and the sound was heaven. "How about you pick me up tonight? I'm up for anything."

I nodded.

"I'll see you in biology, okay?" she called over her shoulder.

Luckily, I had study hall next, because when the bell rang I was still too shocked to move.

Where the hell am I going to take her?

So, Edward has a potty mouth, at least in his head. I don't know how many times he said, 'oh god' throughout the whole chapter… he must be very religious.