BPOV

Shit! Ugh, why me?

I sat in my car with my head on the steering wheel thinking about Bella Swan's latest embarrassing moment. How many girls stick a price sticker on their forehead and have the world's hottest man walk up to them and point out that there in fact is a price sticker on their forehead?

To think I didn't get his name.

I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for dinner. I grabbed a basket and headed to the snack aisle. I went to grab a couple bags of Cheetos when a hand rested on top of mine. I looked up to see those familiar green eyes look back at me. I took in his appearance. Black form fitting shirt, Wranglers, Cowboy boots and a hat, well fuck me.

"Hello Miss Bella," he said and winked at me.

"Hi?" I said as more of a question rather than a statement.

"Pardon me darlin', I'm Jasper Whitlock," he said with a pantie dropping grin, "Nice seein' your beautiful face without a price sticker on it."

I groaned. Why must he remember that particular moment?

"Sorry sugar, it was pretty damn funny," he chuckled.

I smiled at him, "Yeah, I guess it was."

"Are you from the area?" I asked.

"Naw, I'm from Nashville," he said.

"You've gotta be shitting me," I said.

"Sorry darlin'?" he asked.

"I'm from Nashville too!" I practically squealed.

"That's amazin', maybe we can go out sometime and talk about it," he said with a wink.

Well fuck me over, Jasper Whitlock just asked me out. All 6 foot plus of his sexy cowboy body. It was now my turn to blush.

"Well that'd be amazing," I responded.

"Can't wait darlin'. Call me," he said and took a pen out of his pocket and scribbled his number on the bag of Cheetos.

"Now I can't throw this bag away, can I cowboy?" I teased.

"Not at all," he joked back.

I paid for my items, drove home and plopped on the couch like a giddy little school girl. I eyed the bag of Cheetos with Jasper's number and flipped open my phone and dialed it. It rang a couple times and as I was about to hang out, I heard a sexy "Hello?" on the other end.

I sucked in my breath and said, "Hey Jasper, it's Bella? From the grocery store."

"I was hoping you'd call," he said with his fucking sexy drawl.

"Well, I called?" I said.

"You're too adorable darlin'," he laughed, "So, would you like me to pick you up from you're house tomorrow?"

"Uh sure?" I said, it sounding more like a question.

"So does Miss Bella from the grocery store have a last name?" he asked.

I eyed the bag of Cheetos in front of me and my stomach growled at me.

"Cheetos," I said and shoved a couple Cheetos in my mouth.

"Bella Cheetos, has a certain ring to it," he chuckled.

"No! Bella Swan!" I said.

"Well darlin' we have to decide on foods or birds for last names," he laughed.

"Birds. It's Isabella Swan," I said flatly, embarrassed at my statement.

"Isabella," he murmured.

I'm so socially awkward.

"I don't think so," he said.

"Wait, did I say that out loud?" I asked.

"Apparently so," he said.

"Jasper! Get off the fucking phone, we need to go pick up Alice from the airport," said a voice in the background.

"Alright, Bella Cheetos, I have to go pick up my sister-in-law from the airport," he said, "See you tomorrow darlin'."

"Bye," I whispered.

I hung up and groaned. What was it about this man that could bring out the most amazing moments in my entire life? Bella Cheetos? I mean seriously?

Sexy cowboys suck. Well, not really.

A/N: I have actually done that before. When I first met my current boyfriend, I called him and he asked me what my last name was and I was a genius and responded 'Cheetos' because I happened to be eating Cheetos at the time. Definitely not one of my shining moments.