Here's a Monday treat for y'all! Hope you all enjoy this chapter - I had fun writing it :)
S/O to my betas: ChocolateMango and Megan! You guys are so great!

You know how on TV, when you walk into a room and everyone stops and stares because you're holding hands the hottest quarterback on the team? Yeah, well they lied. Some raised their eyebrows, some laughed, and other's jaws just about dropped.

Was this really that fucking impossible? I rolled my eyes internally.

"Well, well, well... Look who decided to show up!" Rosalie smirked.

"Of course we're going to show up. We kinda have to go to school too, you know," I retorted.

"Nuh-uh! You can't get smart on us today, young lady! You owe us!" Alice piped up.

"Whatever. I gotta get to class. I'll see you guys at lunch!" I laughed in their faces as I basically ran away from them, pulling Edward in the process.

"What's your first class?" Edward asked.

"English. You?"

"Bio. I'll walk you over there." He smiled. When we got to my class, he stopped me right outside the door.

"I'll see you at lunch," he said before tucking a loose stray of hair behind my ear.

"Um, okay. Yeah." He leaned down and kissed my forehead before turning and walking to class.

He had such a fine ass, that one.

"Oh, my God! Bella!" A voice squealed from behind me. I turned to look, only to be met by huge boobs staring right at my face. I'm not a hundred percent sure if they're real, but you just never know nowadays.

"Uh, hi Jessica..." You see, Jessica Stanley is a real piece of work. She's my age, a cheerleader, and she got her boobs done a year earlier. She's a nice girl, but she can be nasty when she wants to be, especially when she's with her clique.

"O-M-G is that like, Edward Cullen's letterman?" she squealed, again.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so." I eyed her warily while walking to my desk.

"Are you guys like, dating now?" Is she going to say "like" in every sentence?

"You'd have to ask him that." I snickered as I took my seat. Practically everyone in the room was looking at me now. What the hell was different? Just because I was wearing Edward Fucking Cullen's letterman that has his last name on the back doesn't mean I'm...

Shit.

Holy fuck, I actually fell for it.

I can't believe how stupid I was and that I let this happen. We've been on one date. One fucking date and he thinks he can claim me like this? And how can I be so stupid and naïve? Also, why am I being so overdramatic?

Ugh, I must be getting my period soon.

However, that doesn't stop me from shrugging off his letterman and placing it on top of my bag that was on the floor.

Ha, take that Mr. I-Can-Have-Anything-And-Anyone-I-Want.

The day went by slowly, as usual. I was no longer wearing Edward's letterman; instead, I was carrying it around. I was freezing my ass off, but in case you haven't caught on yet, I have a pretty big ego.

People still looked, but not as much as when I was wearing it. It still bothered me that Edward thinks he can claim me by making me wear it, but was it really all his fault? I could have easily said no and not worn it, but I still did.

Why, though? Why does it bother me so much? We had one date. One fucking date and I'm already over thinking... this. But what is "this"? Is there even a "this" in the first place?

This is why I don't do relationships. I fucking suck at them.

Soon, the bell rang signaling lunch. I haven't seen Rose, Alice, or Edward at all in the hallways and I actually kind of dreaded going to lunch because of how many questions I know would be fired at me.

I walked toward the long ass lunch line and just before it was my turn to get my lunch, a perfectly manicured hand grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the line.

"Dammit, Rose! I need food!" I whined.

"We have McDonalds waiting for you." She rolled her eyes as she continued to drag me to our usual lunch table.

Only there was nothing "usual" about our table.

Yup, you guessed it.

Sitting on our fucking table was Edward fucking Cullen, along with his fucking brothers, with a smug fucking face.

However, when he saw that I wasn't wearing his letterman, his smile dropped.

I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out.

Rose sat right beside Emmett, leaving the seat beside Edward the only seat empty. I sat reluctantly, removing my bag from my shoulders, placing it on the floor and laying Edward's letterman across my lap.

I looked over at our table and placed my hands under my chin.

"Um, food?" I raised my eyebrow.

"See, that's where we draw the line," Alice spoke from her seat.

"Uh, I'm sorry. What?"

"You both," she pointed to Edward and me, "need to tell us what happened during your date. Every time you say something, we'll slowly feed both of you until you're finally full!" She finished with a clap.

"Chop, chop, lover birds. Your fries are waiting," Rosalie sang.

"I hate you for this, I hope you both know that." I narrowed my eyes at them.

"You'll get over it." Alice giggled. "Okay, so what happened?"

"You want to start, Romeo?" I stared at Edward. He looked back at me with wide eyes, probably waiting to see if I was serious.

And if there was anything I'm serious about, it's food.

"Well?"

"Um, okay. I, uh, took her to the park," he said. "We had a small picnic type of thing...?" He scratched the back of his neck. Alice grabbed something from beside her and she handed his a handful of fries.

"Yeah, he had like sandwiches and fruit in his basket. Yes, he had a fucking basket. Then we talked before I stood up for the swings. Worst fucking decision I've made, by the way." I laid my hand in front of her expectantly. She rolled her eyes before grabbing another handful of fries and putting them on my hand.

Lunch continued that way until Alice and Rose were contented with our answers and agreed to give us the whole bag to eat.

A few minutes before the bell rang, Edward nudged me.

"Hey, can we talk?" he asked.

I snorted. "I don't know. Can we?"

"Listen, are you mad or something? You haven't said a word to me."

"I am now."

"Can you be serious with me for just a few minutes? I think I know why you're upset."

"Okay, give it a shot," I said.

"Is it because I basically marked you mine before I even asked you if you wanted to date exclusively?"

Ah, fuck.