A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed! I'm glad you guys enjoy the story. I'm trying to make it as light and amusing as possible. Most of my stories have a lot to do with angst and drama but this one, I'm trying to make it les angsty and more funny! Hopefully, I'm doing a good job. Again, thanks for reviewing and I hope you guys like this chapter as well!

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Chapter 3- Down the Drain

BPOV:

I didn't want to be here.

I had to admit that when Alice had said that the man in front of me was gorgeous, she wasn't lying but his looks were the last thing I was concerned about. I was more worried about the cameras that seemed to be every which way I looked. Hell, I probably even had one attached to me somewhere. Who knew what these celebrities did to get publicity?

When I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up to see Edward raising his brows in question. He had done that three times so far, obviously trying to keep my attention but I didn't want to be here, so why would I want to talk to him? When I'd read about him in the magazines, he seemed like a total jerk.

"So, Bella…what do you like to do for fun?"

I shrugged. This whole thing was awkward. I didn't want my personal life in the news tomorrow but, taking a look at the cameras, I knew it would most likely be inevitable.

"I go out," I answered quickly, hoping the time would go by faster. I heard Edward sigh and despite knowing I was being unfair, I didn't care. Maybe he shouldn't have signed up for the 'date' thing.

"Can I ask you something?"

The corners of my lips lifted upwards. "You haven't stopped asking me questions since I sat down."

"Its part of the act," he whispered so only I could hear.

I wanted to roll my eyes. "What do you want to ask?"

"Do you hate me or something?"

I widened my eyes momentarily, wondering if he had caught my apparently not so subtle hints at hostility towards him. I hadn't meant to be rude but the fact that I didn't want to be here, and the fact that I was convinced he was an arrogant jerk, didn't help much.

"Why do you do these?"

"Dating?"

"This isn't dating," I reprimanded. "This is going out on a date for publicity."

"Then why'd you sign up?"

I glanced at the camera and lowered my eyes. "I didn't."

"So, you didn't sign up but you're here…that makes perfect sense," he said sarcastically. I bit my lip nervously before I continued.

"My friend signed me up without my knowing."

"So…you don't want to be here?"

I was surprised when I heard the disappointment in his voice. Why would he care if I didn't want to be here? I glanced at him. He was staring at me, making me feel even more nervous. I could easily see how many teen girls and young women could fall for him. He was extremely handsome and his green eyes were astounding. I tried to pull myself away before I got sucked into them.

"How long is this supposed to last?"

"You can leave if you want," he sighed, turning in his chair to flash some signal to the woman behind the camera. She shot me a confused look before I realized what he had done. He was trying to get her to turn off the cameras so that I could go. Maybe I had been wrong about him.

"You know, a lot of girls would kill to have come here," he bit out, eyes hard and lips tight. He was not happy about how the night had gone apparently.

"Well, I'm not one of them," I retorted, my eyes flashing to the woman once more. I could tell that the cameras hadn't been shut off. I quickly took back what I had thought. He was a conceited jerk.

"Why not?"

The question caught me off guard. I lifted a brow. "Just because you're a celebrity doesn't mean I should bow down and kiss the ground you walk on."

"I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly.

I finally gave in and rolled my eyes. "It doesn't matter how you meant it. I still took it that way." With that, I shoved my chair back and walked out of the camera's view. As I reached for the door, a hand blocked my way and I looked up to see Edward standing over me, concern and anger written on his face.

"Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"I'm not trying anything," I answered, "I'm just leaving. It was a mistake coming here. Alice was so wrong about you!"

"Alice?" He repeated. I nodded. "Alice Whitlock, right?"

Okay, now I was confused. "How did you know?"

"She's a friend of my brother's wife," he said, his brows furrowing.

"So?" I implored. "Alice is friends with a lot of people."

"No, she's a celebrity," he corrected me and I scoffed.

"As if you're any different than other people," I huffed and opened the door to leave. When I got about two seconds outside, I heard the door reopen and close. I was trying to walk fast but it was proving difficult with the heels that were strapped to my feet.

"Hey!"

I whirled, ready to give Edward another piece of my mind when I stepped into a crack on the sidewalk and suddenly found myself flying towards the ground. Anger forgotten, I braced myself for the fall but when it never came, I opened my eyes to see Edward standing over me once again. If I didn't dislike him, I would say he reminded me of an angel, with the lights highlighting his face and bright eyes.

"Are you alright?"

When I remembered where I was, I felt my face begin to redden and I struggled to pull myself up and away from him. When I managed to get away from him, I turned and faced him.

"I'm fine," I muttered.

EPOV:

That was all I got? I'm fine? No thank you or even a smile? What was wrong with this woman? I watched as she dusted imaginary dirt from her dress. I smiled slightly when she wobbled a bit. Who knew such a clumsy and stubborn woman would catch my attention so easily? I sighed and made a move towards her.

She held up a hand. "I'm sorry to leave but I have to go."

"Is there any special reason you hate me? Magazines can be misleading," I told her, assuming she'd read some bad article about me.

When her eyes met mine, they weren't hostile. "I just don't like celebrities. They think of themselves as people who should be worshipped."

"We're not all like that."

"But most of you are," she argued, her eyes lowering to stare at the ground before she lifted her head defiantly. "I didn't mean to offend you."

Surprisingly, I didn't disagree with her. A lot of the celebrities and co-stars I'd met had been pretty selfish. It was just the way most of us were. We had money, we had fame and we had people who were willing to kiss the ground we walked on. Some, more than others, just milked that a bit more than those of us who didn't enjoy the public eye.

"You're no different," she declared.

Now I was offended.

"You don't know anything about me."

"It's kind of hard not to," she laughed. "But I get it, you're famous. You can't help the lifestyle you have. Why am I even here still?"

"Because you can't resist my charms?" When her hardened eyes turned towards me, I decided it had been the wrong thing to say. I was just desperate to please her. I realized that I didn't want her thinking horribly of me.

It was an odd feeling.

BPOV:

"If anyone asks, I'll tell them I had to leave for a family emergency," I told him, feeling guilty that I was leaving him behind to pick up the mess that had been our 'date'. "I wouldn't want to ruin your rep."

He looked as though he was going to say something when suddenly, out of nowhere, five to ten girls came up and began begging for an autograph. Shocked by the increase of people, I backed up and caught his eyes. I gave the group a pointed look before I turned to leave. Alice was so going to get a piece of coal from me this Christmas. Just as I made it across the alley, a hand grabbed my elbow and I was pulled towards the unseen person.

"Can I see you again?"

Surprised that it was Edward stopping me yet again, I tried to push him off. "No."

"Well, why not?"

"You celebrities think you can just have whatever you want? I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm not going to be your next arm candy Mr. Cullen."

"It's not-"

"Edward!" "Cullen!" "Edward Cullen!"

I raised a brow and looked behind him to see even more girls and women waiting behind a line that had apparently been set up in the past twenty seconds. I looked back to Edward and sighed, removing his hands from my wrists. I hadn't even realized he'd had a hold of them.

"You're fans are waiting Mr. Cullen." With that, I turned and left the celebrity to his fans.

This night certainly hadn't gone the way I thought it would. As I walked down the street, still hearing the sounds of screaming fans, I couldn't help but think about the tone in his voice when he asked to see me again. But, then again, maybe it had been an act. After all, he had said it was all part of the act. His publicist probably said he needed some new arm candy and I just happened to be the one that got picked.

I wouldn't let it bother me. I'd gone on the stupid date like Alice said and now it was over and I would never see him again.

I had more important things to worry about.

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I know most of you are thinking Bella is unfair but remember, she doesn't like celebrities and she thinks, from reading the magazines, that he's a jerk. The story does start getting funnier, don't worry. I didn't want to weigh this one down with a ton of angst and such. Jasper and Alice are in the next one! Please review and thank you for reviewing the last chapter! I appreciate it!

Remember, no new chapters until Monday! Have a great Thanksgiving guys :)

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