This is an adult story, so be 18 or older before reading. You've been warned. This chapter has lots of cheesy-ness. Lots. I will say that I did go to the University of Texas and was in a sorority so I'm basing some of this story on personal experience, like the cheesy-ness that follows. Sadly, I didn't have the luck to date the star quarterback when I was there so I'm winging it on that one.

I don't own anything Twilight, I just like to play.

I ate dinner with the other girls, chatting happily and ignoring all the looks and questions directed at me about Edward. I was even in a good mood for the meeting, which I normally dreaded because they were so boring. I knew why I'd joined a sorority, but I was not into everything that came with being a member. Having twenty minute discussions on what color shirts we should order or what club we should rent for our next party was not thrilling to me. Thankfully, the executive board tried to keep meetings to an hour or an hour and a half tops.

I was doodling on my notepad when the doorbell rang downstairs. I sighed; the meeting would come to a halt until whoever was at the door left. Jessica ran downstairs to answer the door when singing drifted up to the chapter room. She came racing back upstairs, almost tripping and yelling for us to get downstairs. Half of the girls followed her down and the other half ran to the front balcony. I stayed upstairs, not all that excited. I assumed it was one of the frats 'serenading' us. I'd heard Charlotte had met a guy named Peter at one of the parties over the weekend and figured it was his fraternity out there.

I stood in the back, laughing over the song choice, 'You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling.' The scene from Top Gun where the guys all serenade their teacher was always one of my favorites. I yelped when Alice grabbed my arm and yanked me to the front of the group. Completely startled, I looked down to see Edward out in front on one knee with a large group of football players behind him as backup. They were all wearing their jerseys and smiling and totally hamming up the performance.

I covered my mouth with one hand, laughing at the sight in front of me. Edward looked up and spotted me. He smiled and, still singing, crooked his finger at me. Eyes wide and blushing, I shook my head. Edward winked at me and nodded, crooking his finger again. Alice dug her nails into my arm in warning and I hastily retreated to the stairs. I walked down them, taking deep breaths to cool my cheeks and calm my pounding heart.

Making my way through the girls gathered at the door, I stepped out in front of them. Edward's smile was blinding. I took a few more steps forward and he took my hand as they finished the song. I ducked my head causing my hair to fall in a curtain around my face, shielding it from view. I knew my face was bright red still, but I couldn't bring myself to care when Edward was smiling at me like that. The song ended and Edward rose, grabbing my waist with one hand and supporting my head with the other as he dipped me low to kiss me. I clung to his neck, partly to help keep myself from falling, but also to hold him to me. Even though the kiss was nowhere near as deep as the one we'd shared in my bedroom, I still felt it all the way to my toes.

The girls and guys all cheered when Edward lifted me upright again and I hid my face and grin in his chest. The guys were invited in and I knew someone had raided the kitchen to put cookies and brownies out for the guys and our chapter meeting would be continued next week.

"You make it very hard to stay mad at you if you're going to do things like this," I whispered to him as we walked in, his arm around my waist. Edward just smirked down at me. The girls were all ecstatic to have half of the football team in our house. Edward explained he was mainly able to coerce the freshmen and sophomores into this, with a handful of the juniors and seniors. He introduced me to most of them, and I noticed the younger ones seemed more excited to talk with Edward than with all the girls flirting shamelessly with them. All of them seemed really nice except one guy, James. He was a senior and something about the way he looked at me and held my hand when I shook his creeped me out and I found myself pressing closer to Edward instinctively. Oddly enough, Alice and Rose were on their best behavior and only talked with Edward for a few minutes. I was happily impressed they didn't go out of their way to embarrass either one of us.

After about half an hour, the guys took their leave and I walked with Edward to the door. "So, you'll have dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asked as he held me loosely in his arms. I placed my hands lightly on his chest and nodded, smiling shyly as I looked up at him. He gave me that crooked smiled that was fast becoming my favorite smile of his and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Bella. I promise I won't do anything so stupid again." I felt his warm breath against my ear as he spoke and I swallowed a moan. Crap, how did he get me so turned on so easily?

"I'll pick you up at seven, beautiful girl." Edward kissed me briefly on the cheek one last time, then jogged out to catch up with the other guys waiting on the sidewalk.

I smiled at them as I slowly shut the door. "Good night, Bella!" Edward yelled just before the door shut and I giggled. Taking a deep breath, I headed back up the stairs to be greeted with squeals of delight and excitement from all the girls waiting for me upstairs.

As soon as Alice walked into our room the next day, I threw myself at her. "Alice! Thank God, where have you been? I need help!" My face must have been pretty panicked and I heard the hysteria in my voice.

Her eyes widened and her face transformed into horror, "Bella, what did you do? I swear, if you have fucked up your date with Edward tonight I will kick your ass!"

"No, I just don't know what to wear," I whined. "Seriously, I don't have anything and there's not enough time to go shopping. I'm so fucked. He's never going to want to go out with me again."

Alice looked shocked. "Where is my best friend and what have you done with her?"

"Damn it, Alice, I'm not kidding! I'm freaking out here and I've become that girl. I hate that girl. The silly, stupid, vapid one worrying about what to wear because she wants to impress some boy. Fuck, what's happening to me? I've been out with guys before and I never cared about what I wore, not like this. Alice, fix me!" I was on the edge of a breakdown and hated how my emotions were all over the place. I'd swear I was PMSing but that wasn't due to happen for another two weeks.

Alice put her hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in the eye, "Calm down, Bella. Breathe." I did as she asked, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Although I hadn't really thought it would help, I did feel better.

"Good. Now, we will look through your closet and find you something spectacular. And if not, there's an entire house full of girls, I'm certain we will find something. Okay?"

I nodded, feeling better now that she was here and able to keep me from losing my mind entirely. "Okay, thanks Alice," I said weakly. There was a quick knock at the door and Rosalie walked in, smiling happily at me. I waved and wandered over to my bed, sitting on the edge. Rose joined Alice in perusing my closet, automatically knowing what she was doing.

Alice giggled and shook her head, looking over at me from my closet. "You really like him, huh? I've never seen you so strung out over a guy before. It's kind of cute."

I swallowed hard. I did really like Edward but I wasn't entirely sure I could trust him. I was still a little upset about the whole hiding you're the star quarterback thing; plus I felt really dumb for not knowing who he was in the first place. I didn't want to get hurt and I had the sinking sensation that Edward might have the ability to do just that if I let him in. My face must have been an open book to my thoughts because Rose walked over to me.

She looked at me sternly and put her hands on her hips. "You listen to me, Isabella. Stop over thinking everything. Right now. You like him and that's a good thing. Don't let that scare you away. Does it make you vulnerable? Yes. But is the reward worth it if things work out between you two? Abso-fucking-lutely. When Royce broke up with me last year, I thought it would kill me. I'd never imagined myself with anyone else. And when we were together it was wonderful. I know I'm better off without him now, but I wouldn't trade our time together to avoid any of the pain our break-up caused me."

I sighed and nodded. "Okay, I get it. I'm going to do my best to stay open and not worry about getting hurt. At least, as much as I can. Besides, I wouldn't fool anyone if I said I didn't really like him. Because I really like him. Shit. I'm so fucked."

"Let's hope," Alice smirked and Rose laughed.

"Yeah, Bella. It's time to cash in that v-card and I can't think of anyone better to give it to than Edward Cullen. Aside from being a finely honed athlete, I'd bet he's definitely packing some serious heat," Rose added, wiggling her eyebrows and smiling slyly.

"Thanks Rose, no pressure or anything. It's a first date, I'm not going to jump in bed with him." At least, I was eighty-seven percent sure I wasn't. I sighed, I knew being an almost twenty-one year old virgin was practically unheard of in this day and age, but I'd never found a guy I'd actually wanted to have sex with. In high school my social life was non-existent, after all, who wanted to date the police chief's daughter? Once I left small town Washington and gone off to college my love life improved, but never to that level. I'd made out with guys and even let one or two round a couple bases, but no home runs. Not yet. I'd just never been turned on enough by any of them to even want sex.

Edward was an entirely different story. He made me feel things I hadn't known were possible. I'd never truly been wet over a guy and all he had to do was smile at me. I was a little afraid if he kissed me the way he had the first time we kissed, I would be more than willing to rip my clothes off and let him do anything he pleased to me. It would not be good to be that girl. I didn't want him to think I was the kind of girl who would just jump in bed with a guy. It was a little silly and outdated, but I wanted to be in love with a guy if I was going to have sex with him. I didn't want to just be in lust with him. And I was completely in lust with Edward; there was no question about that.

"I found it!" Alice squealed from far within my closet and hurtled herself through my clothes. She held up a simple dark blue cotton sundress. It had two-inch shoulder straps with a square neckline and dipped in at the waist. I frowned at it, wondering where it came from. Then I remembered it had been a gift from Sue, my dad's girlfriend. She'd given it to me before I returned to school this year and I must have stuck it in the back of my closet and forgotten all about it.

"Bella, this is perfect, why have you been hiding it from us?" Rose exclaimed as she looked at it.

I shrugged, "I sort of forgot I had it. My dad's girlfriend gave it to me before I came back this fall." I eyed the dress. It was pretty, but not overly dressy. I hadn't ever tried it on, so I wasn't entirely sure how it would look on me. I threw it on and looked at Alice and Rose, waiting for their verdict. It fit perfectly through the top to my waist, falling in an a-line skirt that ended about three inches above my knees. There was a slight gathered edge to the neckline that also repeated on the hem of the skirt to add a little detail to it.

Both of the girls grinned in approval. "That is the perfect dress," Rosalie nodded. "Now your hair and make-up. Sit." She pointed to my desk and Alice ran into our bathroom to grab everything. I protested about doing anything much with my hair and they both agreed it looked best hanging down in soft waves. My make-up was a compromise because I normally wore minimal make-up and didn't want to not look like me. Alice and Rose agreed to just add a touch of smoky eyeliner and pale lip gloss in addition to my normal make-up to accent my eyes and mouth. When all was said and done, I had to admit I looked pretty. Thankfully, all of the prep work lasted until just when Edward was set to arrive. I think Rose and Alice may have gone slower than necessary to keep me from agonizing about the date.

The doorbell rang and I heard squealing erupt from downstairs. Blushing, I started to race downstairs, but Alice and Rose grabbed me. I hated that they made me wait, knowing Edward was being thrown to the wolves and the girls would likely embarrass the hell out of me when I did come down.

After a moment, I heard a chorus of girls yell, "Bella!" up the stairs. Whimpering softly, I looked at Rose and Alice one last time, both of them giving wide grins of excitement and approval. I walked down the stairs, glad Alice had relented and let me wear my black ballet flats instead of heels. I saw Edward as I reached the bottom of the stairs and the way he looked at me, made me feel like a million dollars. He had this look of total awe and reverence before that gorgeous crooked grin slowly spread across his face. Yep, I was so fucked.

We walked into a small, quiet Italian restaurant with Edward's hand resting lightly at the small of my back. He'd been a total gentleman from the moment he picked me up. He held doors open and told me I looked beautiful and smiled and even listened attentively to the inane small talk I made while trying to hide my nervousness during the car ride.

We were greeted by the hostess and she eyed Edward with wide, appreciative eyes. "Table for two, please, preferably private," he requested in that smooth, honey voice of his.

"Of course," she smiled flirtatiously at him. "Aren't you...Edward Cullen? The quarterback?" She gave him a doe eye look and leaned over the hostess stand, giving us an eyeful of her ample cleavage. Slutty bitch. My self-esteem took a major hit as I compared my chest to hers; it was pathetic how small I seemed in comparison. They were probably fake. And fuck her for knowing who Edward was. I glared.

Edward smiled politely and kept his eyes on her face as he responded. "Yes, I am."

"Oh, this is so exciting! You're like a football superstar and I have to say, even better looking than on TV," she winked at him and smiled suggestively. I hated her. And damn it, why was she so pretty? I was contemplating just turning around and walking back out in defeat, when Edward's arm slid around my waist and he leaned closer to me.

"Thank you, that's very kind. Now, about that table..." He looked over at me and smiled softly. Leaning his head closer to mine he said, "Did I mention you look stunning tonight?"

I just blushed and looked down for a moment. I glanced back up to find the hostess wearing a confused and hostile look on her face as she glanced between Edward and me. That pissed me off. I may not have been America's Next Top Model, but I wasn't dog food either. I smirked at the hostess and pressed closer to Edward. "Thank you, Edward," I said softly and smiled back at him.

She finally led us to our table, in a back corner, and seated us. She glared at me viciously before flouncing off, swaying her hips more than necessary. I shook my head slightly as I scanned the menu.

I heard Edward sigh. "I'm sorry about that Bella. Unfortunately, I get recognized fairly often. Especially here in Austin." He reached his hand across the table, gently grasping one of mine. "But I'm here with you and that's what important to me."

I looked up at him, raising one eyebrow. "Actually, I'm here with you. You asked me out, remember? I'm taking pity on you and giving you one chance to redeem yourself. I'm not going to say what you did was okay, because it wasn't. And singing to me will only gain you a second chance at redemption one time, so use it wisely."

Edward laughed and nodded his head. "Point taken, I will do my best to make myself worthy once again your eyes." I nodded once in acceptance and then began studying the menu once more to decide what I wanted for dinner. Our waiter came and took our orders and Edward glared menacingly at him when he seemed overly attentive to me at first. However, once he noticed who my date was, he promptly forgot I existed. Then all he could do was talk about football and the upcoming season and how Edward was sure to win the Heisman trophy and Texas would be National Champs this year.

I must have zoned out with all the football talk, because the next thing I knew Edward was saying my name and lightly shaking my hand to get my attention back. He laughed, "I guess you really weren't kidding when you said football bored you. At least there's that to be thankful for. It seems like my whole life revolves around football sometimes."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just took a sip of my water and waited for him to continue.

Edward ran a hand through his already messy sex-hair and exhaled deeply. "Bella, I know I screwed up with hiding the whole football thing. I honestly just wanted to meet you once I saw you. Like I said, it seems like my whole life is football and everywhere I go it's brought up. I was so relieved to meet someone who didn't know who I was and I could get to know legitimately. Just as me, Edward. I haven't been able to do that in a very long time."

"The last girl I dated semi-seriously claimed she didn't care about the football thing, but all she talked about was what I planned for my football career after college and making sure she was with me for every photo-op possible. She thrived on the attention I had and could bring her. It was part of why I stopped dating her. That, and she was annoyingly petty and shallow."

He paused as out food was served and waited until I'd confirmed my diner was good and I liked it, before continuing. "Bella, I know we don't really know each other well, but I know I really like you and I love that I can just be me around you. The fact that you honestly don't give a damn about football is sexier than I ever imagined. Do you think you could give me a chance and get to know the real me?"

I felt the heat rise slightly in my cheeks. He thought something about me was sexy. "You deliberately hid a part of who you were from me and even had me meet your parents under false pretenses. Who, by the way, never mentioned your first name, so I'm guessing you went to even greater lengths than I originally thought to hide the football thing from me." I arched my eyebrows questioningly and he fidgeted uncomfortably. Looking embarrassed and ashamed he simply nodded, avoiding eye contact with me.

I sighed. Suddenly my eyes stung with tears and I looked down at my plate. "I hope you understand how stupid you made me feel, Edward. It's not like there something wrong with me for not caring about football. It isn't like I didn't recognize the president or the queen or something. No offense, but what you do isn't exactly going to save the world." I tried to hide the tears in my voice without success.

"Bella," he breathed. "Please, look at me?"

Steeling myself, I looked up. Edward's face was stricken when he saw the tears in my eyes. "Oh, shit. I made you cry. I'm so sorry, Bella. I never in a million years meant to hurt you or make you feel stupid, I swear. Oh, God. I really am sorry. I know it's only football, that's why it was so amazing to get to meet someone who didn't care about football and didn't know who I was. I know I seriously fucked up, please let me try to make it up to you. Please, Bella, I know I don't deserve it, but give me a second chance? I know there something between us, I can feel it. Can't you?"

Looking at him across the table, I knew I would be an even bigger idiot than I already felt by not knowing who he was, if I let him go. I knew I'd hate myself forever if I didn't see where this would lead; I could feel the connection between us. "Okay, Edward," I replied softly, "I'll give you another chance, but only if you promise to be honest with me from now on."

His smile was breath taking. And panty wetting. "I swear I'll never hide anything from you again. Thank you, Bella. You don't know how happy you've just made me."

I felt a small smile cross my face. He didn't know how happy it made me either, but I wasn't about to let him know. My expression became stern, "Don't think that I'm going to start caring about football or let you go on and on about it or teach me about it. Because, seriously, I am not into sports and I'm not going to change that just because you're some hot shot quarterback. I just don't care. Understood?"

Edward laughed, "Understood. I promise I will not force you to have to do or talk about anything football or sports related."

"Good," I smiled.

After dinner, Edward took me to Amy's Ice Cream for dessert and then we headed back to my house. He walked me to the door and I was surprised at how much I didn't want the night to end.

"So, when can I see you again?" Edward asked as he tucked my hair behind one ear.

I unconsciously found myself leaning toward him with a smile playing on my lips. "I'll be at the bus stop, same time as usual."

Edward smirked at me, "Funny, Bella." He stepped closer, backing me close to the wall of the house and putting his hands on either side of me. He dipped his head and ran his nose along my cheek to my ear, breathing deeply when he reached my hair. "Beautiful girl," he murmured quietly.

My heart was pounding and my eyes closed involuntarily. When his hand lightly gripped my waist, I moaned softly. I clenched my thighs together, trying to quell the pulsing desire centered between them. I would have to change my underwear before going to sleep.

I turned my face to his and captured his lips greedily. His lips molded to mine, our tongues dancing together with ease. Edward's free hand rested at my neck and jaw while my hands slid up to fist in his shirt. His mouth was soft and warm and he tasted like chocolate ice cream and something I could only identify as pure Edward. It was delicious and intoxicating. I slipped my hands into his hair and pressed my body against his. Edward growled and slid his hand around my waist, holding me close. The kiss became more heated; lips pressing harder, teeth nipping and tongues caressing and dueling. I was about lift myself up and wrap my legs around his waist, desperate to get any kind of friction right where I needed it most. Edward abruptly pulled back, resting his forehead against mine and both of us panting.

"Fuck, Isabella. What are you doing to me?" he whispered and I let out a shaky laugh. I didn't know what was happening, but it was happening to me too.

My chest still heaving, I quietly said, "I should probably head inside." I said the words, but tightened my hold around his neck.

He lifted one side of his lips, his eyes still dark and intense. "Probably." Sighing, he lifted his body away from mine and I whimpered at the loss of contact. "Can I borrow your phone?" Instantly, I drew my brows together. I reluctantly removed my hands from his silky hair and pulled my phone from my purse, holding it out to him. Smirking at me, he pushed a few buttons and pressed the send key. I heard a buzzing come from his pocket and his smirk transformed into a smile.

"There. Now you have my number and I have yours. I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful girl." He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Sweet dreams, Bella."

I gently smiled at him, "Good night, Edward." I lifted up on my toes to brush my lips against his one last time, before turning to punch in the code for the door. The lock clicked open and I turned the knob, slowly backing into the house.

"Good night, Isabella," he said and our eyes stayed locked together until I finally let the door fully shut.

As always, a HUGE, GIANT thank you to A Letter To No One, my fuckawesome beta. I have no words for how fabulous she is, you totally rock my world Mo! Check out her story, One Street Over, you won't be disappointed.

Anyone else just thismuch sad over Prince William getting engaged? There goes being a princess...sigh. Although there is still Harry, but he's a little young for me. And being American there's just something fundamentally wrong with wanting to be a British royal, right? Seems unpatriotic somehow... But congrats to the couple, I hope they have a long, happy life together.