Sorry, You're a What?

Chapter 9- Algebra, Dinners and Dresses

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Ian's P.O.V

"Vickie, so far, so great!" I exclaimed, throwing my bag pack on the chair and heading into the kitchen where Vickie was cooking dinner. Or more like attempting to cook dinner.

"And hello to you too, Ian." She replied, sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, "Hello Vickie Flemming, the best and most awesome sister in the world," I put in sweetly.

Vickie grinned as she put some mozzarella on the pizza she was making. "That's better, now what happened?" She asked, sounding excited.

"Bella forgave me and now I'm taking her out to dinner," I exclaimed, hardly able to contain my excitement.

"Oh my god, does she love you too?" Vickie asked, eagerly.

"No, not yet. She's still in love with that pretty girl boyfriend of hers. But she'll come to her senses soon and pick me," I assured her.

Vickie grinned, "Good luck with that. So I see my plan is working," She cried, putting the pizza into the oven.

"Yes, indeed. This being nice crap actually works," I muttered.

"I told you!" Vickie exclaimed.

"Well thank you, Vick. Now I have to go do my homework before the date," I cried. Even though Bella didn't know it was a date, I would show her how romantic I could be and she would soon be all over me.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Vickie asked, as I started out of the room.

"No, seeing Bella is food enough," I informed her, dramatically.

Vickie giggled, "You're such a romantic," She cried.

I grinned and headed upstairs to my room. If only Bella could appreciate it. Well, she was going to fall head over heels in love with me today. I assured myself. Tonight, the charm was going to be turned on maximum level.

Bella's P.O.V

"Edward, I don't understand how you got the value of both 'x' and 'y' at the same time." I groaned, as I sprawled across my bed. Edward was sitting next to me, the algebra book in his lap.

Edward chuckled, "It's simple, love. You have to replace both with numbers and just try," He exclaimed.

I moaned, "But that could take forever." I pointed out.

Edward kissed my nose. "You have to have a little patience," He informed me.

I nodded, and then Edward spent another hour or so explaining more things to me. When we were done, I let out an exulting cry.

"We're done!" I exclaimed.

Edward grinned, "Just for today," He reminded me.

I sighed. "So what did you want to say about Ian?" I asked him, remembering what he had told me in the car.

"Well… I don't know how to say this, but Ian has this sort of plan in his mind to win you over. He believes it's your destiny to be together," Edward started.

"That's impossible, Edward. He said he just wants to be friends." I cried, remembering our phone conversation the previous morning.

"Well, maybe he was lying. And he is obsessive about you. He wants to get rid of me so that you and him can be together," He continued, looking pained.

"Edward, I would never be with him even if that was true, which it isn't. Maybe you understood wrong." I informed him, climbing onto his lap and pushing the algebra book onto my bedside table, and he nuzzled my ear.

" No, I know it's the truth," Edward continued, and before I could answer, the door opened. Charlie came in, a tray of cookies in his hand.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I cried, climbing off Edwards lap.

Charlie rolled his eyes, "Whatever, as you would say. You kids want cookies?" He asked, cheerfully.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Did you make them?" I asked, looking warily at the tray. Edward chuckled, and so did Charlie.

"No, Bells. Some kind woman at the station gave them to me. She said she is so thankful of my hard work in protecting Forks," He explained.

I grinned, and pulled a few cookies off the plate. I stuffed a couple in my mouth, and chewed. They tasted pretty good.

"Edward, take some, son." Charlie offered the tray to Edward who shook his head.

"No thank you. Esme doesn't appreciate me eating snacks between meals," He explained to Charlie, winking at me out of the corner of my eye so that Charlie wouldn't catch it.

Charlie smiled, "I always thought your parents were wise. Especially Carlisle, he does wonders at the hospital," He cried, hugging the cookies to his chest. "Well, there's a game on so I'll leave you to your tutoring. Good luck with that Edward," He muttered.

"Hey!" I cried, feeling insulted. Edward and Charlie chuckled, and Charlie headed out of the room.

Edward chuckled again, and pulled me onto his lap. We lay there for a few seconds, before my alarm went off, interrupting the moment.

"Urgh, I have to go get ready for my dinner with Ian," I muttered, grabbing some clothes from my wardrobe and heading into the bathroom. I dressed in a black and white dress with a pencil skirt, which Alice had bought for me, some black ballerina's and I held my white clutch purse. (A/N: pics on profile)

I quickly straightened my hair, put on some lip-gloss then headed out of the bathroom. I wasn't sure whether I'd overdressed or not, but as I headed back into my room Edwards jaw dropped. "I'm glad this isn't a date, or I would be green with jealousy," He murmured, coming forward to wrap his arms around my waist. I held him close, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Then I heard a car honk downstairs, so Edward and I reluctantly pulled apart, and both headed downstairs. Ian's red Chevrolet was waiting, so I kissed Edward on the cheek and headed out. "I'll be right behind you," whispered my boyfriend.

I grinned. I was glad Edward was going to be there. That way it would feel less like a date, and more like what it really was, a meeting between two friends. I warily got into the car, and Ian grinned at me. "You look gorgeous," He muttered. He was dressed in some dark wash preppy jeans, and a white shirt. (A/N: pics on profile) I was glad I wasn't overdressed.

I tossed my hazelnut hair over my shoulder, "I know," I cried, shooting him a tiny smile.

He chuckled, "Arrogant much?" He asked, jokily as he pulled out of my street.

"A little. Where are we going?" I asked, watching out of the corner of my eye the silver Volvo that was following us a few cars back.

" Do you want to go to a restaurant in La Push or Seattle or what?" Ian asked, shooting me a small smile.

"Ummm… Seattle please," I told him, remembering Edward. He would not be able to follow if we were in La Push.

Ian grinned, "Okay. I know a great restaurant there." He informed me, as he turned the radio up. It was some kind of romantic music, which sort of made me want to throw up.

I crinkled my nose up, and he chuckled. "I see you don't like this kind of music," He murmured.

"I like some classical music and some pop and rock," I said, pushing my long fringe out of my eyes.

He changed the radio station to one that had more funky music, and then focused back on the road. I peeked to the back of the car to see if Edwards car was behind us, then grinned as I noticed it a couple of cars back.

"Can I ask you something?" Ian wanted to know, a couple of seconds later.

I nodded, "Sure, yeah?" I asked, focusing my attention on him.

"How long have you been dating Edward?" He asked me.

I didn't reply, trying to count the months in my head. "If you don't want to answer you don't have to. It's personal. Sorry, I'm so stupid," Ian cried.

I shook my head, "No, it's okay. I was trying to count the months; we've been dating 2 years give or take, " I told him, truthfully. Including the time Edward left, but Ian didn't need to know that.

"Whoa, and you really love him?" Ian asked. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye in a way that made me feel a little afraid. Why was he asking me this anyway?

"Yes, yes I do," I muttered, not knowing how to respond.

"But if he did something bad to you would you break up with him?" Ian wanted to know. These questions were getting pretty personal for a guy who I'd only known 2 days. Even though I said they weren't personal, but in fact they were.

"Erm, I'm not sure," I told him, looking out of the window. We were approaching Seattle City Center and Ian pulled into a street called Pike street. He started down the road, and stopped suddenly in front of an exquisite looking restaurant called ' The Tango restaurant and Lounge' (A/N: it's a real place, you can google it!) . No offense, but how could a waiter afford to eat here? This seemed like one of the places Edward liked to take me, and I wouldn't agree because it was too expensive.

"Why are you asking?" I demanded, as he pulled into a parking space in front of the restaurant.

Ian shrugged, as he parked the car. "I just wanted to know," He muttered. He switched off the engine, and got out of the car. I was about to open the car door when Ian opened it for me.

"Why thank you," I mumbled, as I got out of the car. Ian locked the car door and then offered me his hand. I hesitated but took it reluctantly. I saw Edwards silver Volvo push into the street, so I pushed Ian towards the door of the restaurant and we headed in.

It was cold inside, due to air conditioning, and it was as fancy as it looked from inside. We headed towards the door, and a server showed us to a table for 2 in the corner of the restaurant. Ian pulled out my seat, and I sat down. Then he sat down opposite me, a big smile on his face.

"Should I bring you the menu?" The server asked. She was an older middle-aged woman with a bored look on her face.

"Sure," I cried, smiling warmly her way.

Ian smiled at me again, "You look beautiful when you smile," He informed me.

"Thanks." I murmured, feeling uncomfortable.

The server brought us two menus and we quickly placed our orders. I ordered an 'Ensalada con Pato', and Ian ordered 'Croquetas de Papas'. We each ordered with them some of ' Tango's Homemade jugo de naranja' or orange juice.

"Do you want a touch of champagne with that?" The server asked.

Ian nodded, "I will, what about you Bella?" He asked.

I shook my head, "No thanks, I don't drink, I do crazy things if I do," I giggled, and Ian chuckled. The server nodded, then headed away with our order.

I looked over the restaurant which was dimly lit, and had on pleasant Spanish music. It was a happy atmosphere, perfect for dates. Of course, this wasn't a date though. I looked over Ians shoulder, to the right, hidden almost completely from view, on a table a couple of tables away, was a head of copper hair. Edward poked his head out at me, and gave me a thumbs up, then crouched back into his hiding place.

"So, Bella, tell me about yourself," Ian started, his breathtaking blue eyes staring straight into mine.

"Well, I am head cheerleader, I have pretty much a lot of friends. I live with my divorced father Charlie in Forks. Before, I used to live with my mother Renee in Phoenix but then I moved back here," I told him.

"And you've been dating Edward ever since you came?" Ian asked, sounding more interested than he should be in such a matter.

I nodded, "Yup," I murmured.

"He must be a very special guy then," Ian commented, something strange coming into his eyes that I could not place.

"Yes, he is very special." I agreed, then decided to change the subject. "What about you Ian, tell me about you." I ordered.

"Well, I live with my older sister Vickie who attends Seattle University. My mom and dad died when I was younger, and ever since we've been living in Seattle, my parents left us a pretty big trust fund you see, that is why Vickie doesn't need to work just yet," He told me.

"Then why were you working in Chilis?" I asked him.

Ian grinned, "I was filling in for my friend on that day. I guess it was just destiny that we met," He muttered, winking at me.

I nodded, "Maybe," I muttered knowing that there was nothing related to destiny in the matter.

Suddenly, my cell phone started to ring. I checked the caller ID. Angela. "Sorry, I'll have to take this," I told Ian, standing up.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Is it Edward?" He wanted to know.

I shook my head, "its Angela," I told him, quickly heading away and towards the ladies room before he could stop me.

"Hey Ange," I cried, as I closed the door of the bathroom.

"Hey Bells, I have the best news ever!" She cried, excitement ringing in every tone of her voice.

"What?" I demanded, sitting down on a chair that was put in the bathroom. Actually there was a whole set of chairs. That was how fancy this restaurant was.

"Ben said yes to the dance tomorrow. I reached him on his uncles phone number. He said he's not going to school but he can make it to the dance," She exclaimed.

I grinned, "That's awesome, Ange. I'm so happy for you," I cried.

"You know what that means?" Angela prompted.

"What?" I asked her, tucking a strand of hair behind my ears.

"We have to go dress shopping today," She cried.

"I cant. I'm out to dinner with Ian." I told her.

"WHAT? You're out to dinner with Ian? Bella, dear, are you insane?" She demanded.

I rolled my eyes, "It's not a date, Edward is keeping an eye on us. It's a sorry dinner, I'll explain to you later," I muttered, quickly.

Angela sounded confused, "Ookay? Well, Bella you have to get out of this date thing. Eat quickly then you can leave, what's the name of the restaurant?" She asked.

"It's not a freaking date! The restaurants name is 'Tango Restaurant and Lounge,'" I told her.

"Fine, date or no date, you're going to get your butt out of that restaurant when I call you, got it?" She demanded, jokily.

I giggled, "Fine. At least give me an hour or so," I muttered.

"That's all your getting," She burst out.

I rolled my eyes, "Where are we going to buy the dresses from anyway? I don't know any stores that sell 50's clothes," I told her.

"Well, I do. My grandmother told me about this small store in La Push. I'll tell you when I come. Now go back to your date," Angela muttered.

"It's not a date!" I complained.

"Whatever, bye Bells." She cried, hanging up.

"Bye, Ange," I muttered, closing my cell phone. I rolled my eyes at my crazy friend. She reminded me of a certain person when she was happy. A person whose name starts with 'A' and ends with 'lice'.

Edward's P.O.V

I sat at the table feeling bored out of my guts. Bella had just gone to pick up her phone call in the Ladies room, and that idiot was sitting around playing with something on his mobile. I hated him. I honestly did, and I didn't know why Bella had to be nice to everyone. Why did everyone deserve a second chance? Especially a low life like that Ian guy she had taken a liking to. He may look like a normal person but he's not. He's a psychopath with a life plan of making Bella his. As if I'll let him. She's my soul mate, and nothing will ever come between us, especially that idiot.

I wonder if Bella will let me kiss her tonight. The freak was thinking. If only he knew I could hear him, and wanted to smash him into a million little pieces, that would wipe the smirk off his smug little face. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to make him suffer, but I couldn't because of one simple word: Bella.

She always had to be the nice person. But then again, that was one of the things I liked best about her. She was kind, pure hearted and just all in all good-natured. Even as head cheerleader, she was nothing like those you would see in those teen movies. She didn't think she was better than anyone else, and she was always pleasant to everyone. I was thinking of her beautiful long brown hair and her chocolate pools of eyes when their food came.

When the server had come to me, I had merely ordered a glass of water, which lay untouched by me. I watched as she put down Ian's food in front of him, and Bella's food in front of Bella's place. Then she placed down the two drinks.

"This is the one with the champagne," The server cried, in a voice that was supposed to be only for Ian to hear, but of course because of my vampire hearing, it was as if she had shouted it in my ear.

Ian nodded, and placed the one she gestured to in front of him. When the server had gone, I watched in disbelief as he switched the two drinks.

Bella says she goes crazy when she has a bit of champagne so what will happen when she gets a lot. Maybe it can work to my benefit. Ian thought, then he brought a mental image that I wanted to kill him right there, him kissing Bella, his fingers in her beautiful light brown hair….URGH! I hated the guy so much.

I had to tell Bella, I had to let her know. I pulled out my cell phone and dialled Bella's number. "Hello," She murmured.

"Hey, Are you still in the bathroom?" I asked, keeping my voice down so that Sir Jerk-alot wouldn't hear.

"Yes, why?" She asked, sounding interested.

"Well I need you to meet me outside, just for a few seconds," I muttered.

"Fine Edward," She cried, before hanging up.

I got out of the seat, and headed as quickly as I could out of the store, hoping Ian wouldn't catch a glimpse of me.

"So you're saying that Ian changed our drinks?" Bella demanded, a few minutes later in front of the restaurant.

"Yes, love." I murmured.

"But why would he do that?" She wanted to know. She looked so beautiful when she was confused.

"Because, he wants to see what you'll do when you're crazy, maybe work it to his advantage," I explained.

"Edward, I don't think Ian would do that," Bella started.

"Oh but he would, he's not as innocent as you think," I informed her, running a hand through my hair.

"Is this because you don't like him?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"No, Bella. I swear it's true," I insisted, meeting her beautiful brown eyes.

"Edward, it just doesn't seem logical," She cried, before turning on her heel and heading back into the restaurant. I sighed and followed her. I guess it was back to my hiding place.

I got back into my seat, and watched as Bella took a gulp of her drink. I cant believe that bastard of a boyfriend of hers would follow us here, then tell her about the champagne thing. I can even see him sitting at the table. It's a good thing I changed the drinks. Ian was thinking smugly.

I wanted to snap his little neck. Now Bella would think I was lying. This was probably all part of his master plan to take Bella from me, or turn her against me at the least. I pinched the bridge of my nose, so that I wouldn't go beat the guy to a pulp. Even if he deserved it, Bella wouldn't approve. And she was the person who I most needed the approval of.

Ian's P.O.V

I cant believe that bastard of a boyfriend of hers would follow us here, then tell her about the champagne thing. I can even see him sitting at the table. It's a good thing I changed the drinks. Bella was now sipping at her orange juice, a smile on her beautiful face. She was just so gorgeous. I wonder if she knew about her boyfriend being there or she just saw him when she was making her phone call to her best friend.

"So are you enjoying the juice?" I asked her, watching to see her reaction.

Bella nodded, "It's very fresh," She told me, putting down her juice and taking a bite of her dinner, "This is very good too," She exclaimed, gesturing towards her salad.

I smiled, "I told you it was a good restaurant." I mumbled. I picked up a napkin and wiped a piece of salad from on the side of her face, shooting a smug look in the direction of her boyfriend.

She smiled, and I took a bite of my own food. When we were both done, I noticed that some couples had started dancing in the center of the restaurant, which served as a dance floor. I stood up and held my hand out to Bella, who looked startled.

"I don't tango," She muttered.

I grinned, "I'll teach you," I cried, pulling her off her feet. She followed me reluctantly to the dance floor. I caught her staring in the direction of her boyfriend. So she knew he was here. That explained a lot. I grinned as I saw how confused Bella looked on the dance floor. Shooting her an encouraging smile, I began to teach her how to dance.

First we faced each other, close enough that our torsos were touching. Bella looked uncomfortable but I ignored her discomfort. I placed my right hand on the middle of Bella's lower back, then extended my left hand out to my side, with my arm bent and grasped Bella's right hand loosely. I helped her to place her left hand on my right shoulder, and her right hand in my palm with her right elbow bent.

On the first beat, I walked forward slowly with my left foot, placing down my heel first and then my toes. Bella mirrored my movements, moving her right foot backward, then landing her toes and then her heel. On the second beat I stepped forward slowly with my right foot so that it moved past my left, as if I was slinking forward, Bella copied and then we started to get into the dance.

"Wow, you're good at this," Bella cried, as I tipped her backwards, then we started to Tango to the music again.

"My mother used to teach this dance. She was from Spain." I told her, proudly. I felt my eye tear up as it always did when I talked of my parents.

Bella nodded in approval, and we danced for a few more minutes until Bella's cell phone began to ring. She stepped away from the dance floor and I could see her laugh as she talked.

"Okay Ange," She cried, before hanging up. She looked towards me sheepishly, then came forward as if having made a decision.

"Well, this has certainly been very nice, but I must go and get a dress for the dance tomorrow," Bella informed me.

I nodded, "Of course. I'm sure you will get something great," I told her, smiling. On the inside I was in pain though. Bella was leaving already? Had the time flown so fast?

"Thanks again," She muttered, before shooting me her big gorgeous smile and turning on her heel out of the restaurant. I headed back to my seat and called for the server to bring the cheque, and she did.

As I was paying, I saw a head of bronze hair swiftly head out of the restaurant. Edward freaking Cullen. Bella's boyfriend. And as I stood up, and started heading out of the restaurant, I made a promise to myself. I would get revenge on Edward Cullen not because he had done anything, or maybe he had: because he had followed Bella and I here, but the biggest reason for my revenge was because of who he was, the boyfriend of my one true love.

A/N: So there it is, Chapter 9! I hope you liked it, even if it was a little long…I'll try to update soon =)

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