The lip gloss Alice handed me felt heavy in my hands. Like it contained my fate.

"You just need to walk up there." She motioned to where Edward was sitting, laughing at something Emmett said. "And apply it."

I shifted uneasily in my desk. "I don't know, can't you just put in a good word for me at supper tonight? It'd be an easy conversation starter."

Alice shook her head. "Bella, I can't. This is your bet, not mine," she said firmly. "Go."

I almost regretted telling Alice about the Bet. Last night, when I had gone to her house to help her decide on accessories for the MB, it had just all come out. Even the part about landing on my butt. Alice had told me she'd do whatever it took to get me to win the Bet—it was against Rosalie, after all. Rosalie—who had 'accidentally' dumped spaghetti down Alice's shirt, earlier that year.

But, apparently, direct interference wasn't acceptable.

"Just sit in that desk behind him, and apply. Trust me, he'll smell it. This is the uber-scenty kind."

Great.

"I can't do it," I said, shaking my head and placing the lip gloss carefully on her desk, like I was afraid it would blow up. "This is ridiculous."

She shoved the lip gloss back in my hands. "Yes you can, Bells!" Alice leaned in closer. "You're social life depends on it!"

"Thanks for reminding me."

She didn't say anything else; she just gave my shoulders a shove. I jumped out of the desk before I crashed into the guy that was sitting across from me, while taking deep breaths in, out. In. Out.

Grabbing the lip gloss from Alice, I gave myself a pep talk. You can do this, I thought. You can do this! Just sit down, apply lip gloss. Sit down, apply lip gloss and—what? He'll ask you out to the MB? Yeah, riiight.

Positive thoughts.

Yes, of course he'll ask you out to the MB! He almost killed you yesterday. Even if it IS for pity, you'll still win the bet, and Rosalie will have to run around in a chicken costume.

No. I couldn't do this. What was I thinking? This was Rosalie Hale. Blond-haired, blue-eyed, designer-wearing Rosalie Hale. She would be trying to win Edward, too. And there was no way in hell that I could compete with her.

"Miss Swan! Can you please find a seat? The class is about to begin."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry." I turned to go back to my original seat, behind Alice, but she shook her head wildly and mouthed the word 'no' to me over and over again.

Why not? I mouthed back.

SIT THERE! She pointed to the desk behind Edward's.

No, I am NOT—

"Miss Swan. Today please?"

Frowning grimly at Alice, I sat behind Edward and stared at the floor.

"Now that we're all settled... please open up your textbooks to page two hundred two..."

Oh, crap. My stuff was still on the other side of the room.

I stood up to go get it, but Mr. Samson said, "Miss Swan! Please have a seat!"

"I just need to—"

"Have a seat."

I sat and looked at Alice, who was smiling knowing at me. Pass me my stuff. I nodded my head in the direction of my bag.

Share with Edward, she mouthed, sticking my textbook in her bag.

"Well THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT!" I yelled at her, a tad too loud.

The entire class turned to look at me.

"Problem, Miss Swan?"

"No. I'm fine." I sank deeper in my seat, wishing I could just disappear. "I just, um, forgot my textbook."

"Then share with someone." He sighed dramatically and turned back to write something on the chalkboard.

I thought about tapping Edward on the shoulder, and politely asking him if I could share, but the very thought sent chills up my spine. I would not be sharing a textbook with Edward Cullen. Under no circumstance.

Instead of following along with the notes Mr. Samson was writing—I'd get them later, from Alice—, I played around with the lip gloss in my hands. I glanced at the flavour. Fruity Tooty. Something I would normally never wear. Fruity smells just didn't appeal to me.

Maybe I should put it on now...

I cautiously un-twirled the cap and took the little brush thingie out. Okay, so how was I supposed to apply it so he noticed me? Slowly? Quickly? And what about smacking my lips, after? Would that help?

Suddenly, a paper airplane whizzed past my head, and landed perfectly in front of Edward. Mr. Samson didn't seem to notice, because he just went on with writing stuff on the chalkboard. Edward smiled his award-winning smile and glanced behind him, to see who had thrown it.

He stared right through me, to Rosalie. Rosalie flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled back, wiggling her fingers in what was supposed to be a wave.

Edward looked back at the airplane, and carefully unfolded it, so Mr. Samson wouldn't hear.

I accidentally on purpose dropped the lip gloss on the ground, that way I wouldn't look so conspicuous when I bent over to read the note.

You, me, Bubble Tea. After school. :)

I chewed on my lip. This was bad. My social life did depend on this—lip gloss and a textbook.

Before I could hesitate, I reached over, grabbed my lip gloss, and resurfaced with a fresh coat of Fruity Tooty on my lips. "Edward!" I exclaimed, loud enough for Rosalie to hear, but not enough for Mr. Samson to. It was too late to play it safe—besides, Rosalie was watching—so I smacked my lips. "I forgot my textbook... would you mind if I shared with you?"

His face was blank for a few seconds, and I was afraid he would actually say no, with Rosalie watching and everything. But then a flicker of recognition passed over him. "You're Bella, right? Alice's best friend!"

"Yeah," I said, trying not to sound agitated. "Alice's best friend!"

"And—I hit you with the library doors yesterday?"

I took in a deep breath. "Yep. That's me!"

"Well... then, just pull your desk up."

Stifling a sigh full of relief, I stood up and scooted my desk up a few feet up beside Edward. Mr. Samson turned around, but when he saw I wasn't doing anything horrible, he went back to the board.

The note that Rosalie had thrown Edward was at the top of the desk. I couldn't help but stare at it. Finally, I just moved the textbook up when Edward wasn't looking, hitting the paper and causing it to flutter to the ground.

Ha. Take that, Rosalie.

I was in the moment, so I took out the Fruity Tooty again and, this time, I slowly applied it. First my bottom lip, and then my top, and then I rubbed them together. Unfortunately, the moment was ruined when the bottle slipped out of my hand and rolled onto the floor.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I bent over to pick it up. While I was down there, trying to grasp the smooth container in my hand, I heard Edward say something like, "How would go about doing question number four?"

"What?" I asked, finally getting the bottle and sitting back up. But somehow, the lip gloss brush was facing directly upward in my left hand, and he was facing me, since he had just been asking me a question...

I tried to drop the brush, but it was too late. I had stabbed him in the eye with Fruity Tooty.

"OW!" he cried, covering his eye with his hands. Everyone was staring at us, including Rosalie. "That stuff BURNS! OW!"

Shit.

"Ohmigod, I'm so sorry!" I looked around desperately for something that might cease the burning caused by Fruity Tooty, but didn't see anything. "I just—I didn't mean to—oh, I'm sorry!" I got up. "Maybe I should get you some water?"

"What happened?" Mr. Samson asked, glancing from me, to Edward, who was still clutching his eye.

"I, um, I should go get some water," I said to everyone, already walking out of the room.

"Here, let me help you with that Edward..." was the last thing I heard before exiting the room completely. It had come from Rosalie.

And that was when I knew.

I had to win this bet.

I was going to win this bet.

If it was the last thing I did.

A/N: So... what do you guys think? =D