A/N: Well if you have kept reading up to now, you know that this story is a bit OOC. It borders on humor, with a lemon zeal for flavor. I hope everyone is liking it. Please feel free to let me know what you think! This is not my usual type of story, so please don't hate me for it.

Disclaimer: All characters are owned By S.M. I am just lucky enough to be able to manipulate them the way I wish in my warped little mind!

Dedication: This story is dedicated to HeartOfDarkess. Girl, you are a big part of what has kept me going

Warning!!! This story will contain lemons as it continues!

Chapter 4

First date

Bella's pov

Oh my gosh…the Adonis actually just asked me on a date! And it wasn't corny, it was sweet and romantic. I had held that delicate paper swan in my hands, running my fingers along the length of its neck, admiring it before I opened it. I couldn't say that I was surprised to find such out that Edward seemed to be as romantic as he was handsome. And he had asked me out.

I couldn't grasp why he had, but I was not about to question the fates that had led him to do so. That man was so gorgeous that I would have said yes to just about anything he had asked of me, thank goodness he had only asked me on a date, not to be the mother of his children, since I probably would have said yes to that as well.

I spent the rest of class glancing at him through my hair, noticing a crooked smile on his face, a smile that made me squirm n my seat. He seemed to feel as restless as I did, for he shifted frequently as well. When the bell rang, I glanced up at him, my cheeks flaming red in my embarrassment, and I found myself brazen enough to ask him if he needed my address.

He looked at me, and the grin on his face widened, showing off his perfectly white teeth, and I felt myself shiver with pleasure. He shook his head and said, "Your chief Swan's daughter, everyone knows where he lives. Can I pick you up at six?" And I nodded my head wordlessly, afraid that if I spoke I would ask if we could just leave together right now.

I floated out of class on a cloud, unable to focus on anything around me except the distance that was increasing between us. I felt an instant connection with Edward, unlike anything I had ever felt with anyone before. I was so honed it on the way he made electricity pulse through my body at his touch, that I didn't even realize that someone was calling my name.

I turned around, trying to match a face with the voice and I finally rested my eyes upon a young man a few inches taller than myself with blondish brown hair. He stood in front of me with a questioning look on his face, and I realized that he must have asked me something.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked sheepishly, embarrassed that I had been so caught up in my happiness that I had actually missed part of a conversation. He smiled at me, in what I supposed was an attempt to show off his boyish charm, but he came across as just that..a boy.. and my mind was far too caught up in the man a few meters away. "Sure, Bella. My name if Mike, we have a few classes together…I was wondering if you might like to go out tonight…or maybe tomorrow?" He asked rubbing his neck as if he was a bit uncomfortable.

"A date?" I squeaked to affirm what he had just said, and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. "Ummm, thank you for asking, but I already have a date with Edward Cullen. He is going to show me around town." I explained. His face fell, and seemed to melt into a look of annoyance. "Cullen?" He repeated. "Cullen has never asked anyone out since he got here!" He grumbled.

I was surprised at this fact, since Edward Cullen was the most singularly attractive man I had ever laid eyes on. "Well…" I murmured, unsure of how I should respond. "He asked me." I turned away, irritated at Mikes attitude, I was not about to let it faze me though, and I had a date to go home and get ready for, so I turned my back on him and left the room as quickly as possible.

Edward's pov

Never have I felt the need to stand up and yell I someone's face, "So there!" But I really wanted to after an obviously mentally challenged Newton tried to ask out my Bella. That's right…mine. I thankfully did not need to wait for Jasper this time since the moment I heard Mike's thoughts as he approached my Aphrodite I was overcome with a rage of jealousy unlike anything I had ever felt, and my discomfort had subsided.

I had kept in my seat, gripping the edge of the table with my fingers, sinking them into the pulp of the wood as he approached her to ask her out. But I was rewarded by her response, or actually her lack of it. My beautiful Bella hadn't even realized that he had spoken to her, and she had moved to walking past him with no response. His thoughts balked at the idea of her walking away without him taking a chance to ask her out.

What! Didn't she hear me? Hello… Bella, I just asked you out, now is where you jump at the chance to be with me and say Yes!

His thoughts were annoying as always, but Bella made the whole encounter amusing to view, even if I wanted to wrap my hands around Newton's neck and to throw him through a wall. When she had finally realized he was speaking to her, the tone of his thoughts changed.

I should have known that she hadn't heard me, no one ever says no to me. Now, to sweep her off her feet.

I almost chocked on laughter at his face when she told him that she was already going out with me. His thoughts were a confused mess, wondering why after months of ignoring all of the females at the school, I had suddenly decided to come out and ask one out, one that he wanted for himself. He was worried and his thoughts gave him away.

Just what I need….Cullen moving in on the girls at the school. Why now? I just figured he was gay or something, I mean Jess had made every possible move on him and he passed her up, not that I mind, a free piece of ass was fine by me, but why now? What is so special about this Bella chick, I know she is pretty, but she is still just a girl. But he is competition that I just do not need. Tyler is bad enough. What the hell man!!!

Hearing the pathetic little man complain in his head was amusing, but hearing him compare Bella to Jessica Stanley was torture. It was like comparing lobster to tuna, a fine wine to rubbing alcohol, a weed to an orchid. There was simply no comparison.

Bella was in a class of her own. Her face and body were that of a goddess compared to a mere mortal, her voice like comparing a musical symphony to a toddler plinking away at a piano. She was above everything. I wanted to hurt Mike for the blasphemy that spewed forth from his thoughts. But I controlled myself, realizing that if he wasn't able to see how rare and perfect she was compared to the juveniles who went to this school, then it would be far easier for me to woo her, to show her why she should choose me over them.

With that wonderful idea in mind, I ran my fingers over the desk, smoothing the damaged wood as best I could, and I made my way to the door, stopping to smile broadly at Mike as I passed him, earning a series of curses thought at me that only made me smile wider at his irritation. I turned away, exiting the class smoothly, excited for the first time in decades, and feeling like I never had before. I had a date… and I had no idea what to do.