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Bella and I sit together at the bar, each of us nursing a Budweiser. That's another thing I've always liked about Bella. None of those damn frilly ass, chick drinks for her. She can down a bottle of beer with the best of us.
"I'm gonna head to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute," I tell her. She nods her head at me, smiling, before I walk away.
I take a quick piss and stand in front of the mirror. I'm glad that I'm in here alone because I'm in need of a quick pep talk from myself, evidently.
I've tried to get the nerve up all night to ask Bella to dance, but I guess I don't have the balls to do it. We've sat at the bar and watched all the other people dance, but neither of us have gotten up and danced ourselves. I know Bella wants to because I've seen her out of the corner of my eye, moving her tight little body to the beat of the music as she sits on the stool.
"Come on, Edward. This is your chance. You know she likes you so just go for it," I tell my reflection as I lean forward on the sink closer toward the mirror.
I know the real reason I can't do it. I'm a fucking pussy.
I'm fucking terrified of her rejecting me. I'm afraid that if I ask her to dance with me, she'll say no. It'll make everything all fucked up and I'll not only lose my chance to be with her, but also lose the friendship we have.
"You've got this," I tell myself one last time before walking out the door. I make my way over to the bar where Bella and I were sitting, but she's no longer there.
I panic a little and begin to search the room for her. I instantly spot her on the dance floor. Only she's not alone.
There's some other fucker grinding his body behind Bella as she moves her hips back and forth to the beat of the music.
Looks like someone else grew a set of balls and asked her to dance before I did. Looks like someone wants his ass kicked.