EPOV-

I wasn't quite sure when I had become this romantic sap, but I definitely wasn't hating it. As Bella and I ate our dinner, I stared at her. Which, I guess is extremely creepy. But what would you do if a gorgeous woman, who was interested in you was sitting right in front of you? You would stare, so I'm not a creep. Fuck you.

She's so attentive to everything. I loved the way she would close her eyes while savoring a bit of sandwich. I loved the way she would make a small 'mmm' sound when the carbon from the pop she was drinking would slip down her throat. She was absolutely alluring. I loved the way her face would scrunch when bits of strawberry jelly would slip from her sandwich and land on her. She would mumble obscenities and I would smile, showing her that I didn't care if she was covered in pig shit. She was breathtaking. And…and I was a fucker.

I had risked everything by making a stupid pig-headed bet. I acted like a primate. I plastered a smile on my face while I warred with my conscience on the inside. Emmett's my brother, and I love him, but this was his fault. I suppose I shouldn't blame it all on him, because I did say yes. But as I said, I'm a fucker. Bella. She was…everything. She was sassy and emotional, and sexy and intelligent. And for some unforeseen reason, she wanted me. ME! Plain, simple Edward. That may be because I'm now jazzy, sexed up Edward.

'God you sound like such a fucking girl in your head!' My brain yelled at me.

'Yeah? Your mom.'

My brain scowled at me, 'Your mom is my mom asshole.'

'Oh.'

I must've looked like a full blown invalid, because Bella was snapping her fingers in front of my face and calling my name.

"Where'd you go?" She asked.

I laughed uneasily, "I had some…uh…things to think about."

She raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Care to share?"

"Only if you tell me what James was right about earlier."

She frowned, "Fine. You first."

I wagged my finger at her, "Uh-uh, ladies first."

She sighed, "Okay, but only because I'm gonna get some later."

My mouth dropped open, "With whom?"

She giggled, "Oh I dunno…this hot guy who really digs me."

She leaned forward and kissed me softly. She tasted like strawberry jelly and root beer. I loved every minute of it.

"Alright enough distractions. You first miss." I chastised.

"Yes sir!" She saluted.

I stayed silent so that she would proceed.

"I was confused on my feelings. Basically he said that you made me happy. And that…" She stopped and blushed.

"What did he tell you?"

She sighed again, "That you loved me. And that I loved you."

My heart exploded into a billion happy little pieces. My brain did the cha-cha. And my dick stood at attention. 'Down Voldemort!' I silently commanded.

What? So what if I named my dick after the Dark Lord in Harry Potter. I am a nerd…remember?

"I know half of that is true." I stated nervously.

She cocked an eyebrow at me, "Oh, and which half?"

I smiled, "The half where I love you." Oh fuck-a-luck-a-ding-dong.

She leaned closer to me, "Well I happen to know that the other half of that is absolutely right."

"Really? And what half would that be Miss Swan?"

"Well Mr. McCarty, since you already told me that you loved me…the only other part is the one where I love you."

I pulled her close to me, so that our noses were almost touching. I gazed into the melted chocolate that were her beauteous eyes.

"Isabella, I love you. It took a lot of soul searching for me to realize. But you are the only one for me."

A tear slid down her face. And I fought the urge to wipe it away. Happy tears…I hoped.

"Edward, I'm not good at telling people how I feel. I've only told one other person that I loved them…only to be told that they never loved me. But I don't feel that apprehension with you. You are mine, and mine alone. I love you."

I felt something cold and wet slide down my cheek. She reached her little head up and kissed it away.

"Don't cry, I love you." She said quietly.

"Happy tears." I muttered, and they were…partly. They were also guilty tears.

"You don't sound convinced." She accused.

"I still have something to tell you Bella." I mumbled.

"Oh, right. Go ahead." She pulled away from me.

I told her everything, about the bet, and Emmett and Rosalie's break-up, and the fact that I was sorry. She sat in silence, I waited for her to slap me. I deserved that. I needed that.

"Bella, say something!" I whined.

"Let's get him." She said maliciously.

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"He thinks he can fuck with me this way? Fuck with us this way? He's already destroyed my happiness once. He will not take you away from me. You are mine!"

Voldemort leapt up, eagerly wanting to ravish her.

"Bella, I agreed to the bet." I said…even though I could've let her go.

She tackled me.

"I know, but there's a difference."

"Oh?"

She sighed, obviously not wanting to tell me the difference. So I snaked my hands up her back and traced patterns on the soft warm skin I found there. She shuddered.

"What Emmett and I had…was purely physical."

I winced.

"Please don't be upset. I thought it was love. I had never, ever felt anything like this."

She motioned to us.

"I realize now that everything I had with him…was pure lust. There was no love involved. And I set out to get him to break up with Rose. I didn't want him back, I just wanted him hurt. Then when James and I spoke today, when he helped me realized that all I ever wanted, and could want is you—",she tapped my nose,"—I decided that he wasn't worth it anymore. But then you told me of this…bet, and I can't let this go. He needs to learn not to fuck with me."

I sighed happily, "Okay. I'm in. But what are we going to do?"

"He wants me because he can't have me. And because you're going after me. Right?"

I nodded.

"Well, for this to work we're gonna need to talk with Rose."

I shook my head, "She hates you Bells. She'll never work with you to get back at Emmett."

"Yes she will."

"How?"

"She still loves Emmett. I hate to admit it but they are perfect for each other. I need to explain to her that I'm not after her man, that I have a man of my own. She'll help me. My plan is to make it look like I'm not interested in you."

My heart dropped, "You don't want people to know about us?" I asked sadly.

She kissed me passionately, and quickly pulled away to speak.

"Only for a short period of time. If Rose agrees, which she will, it won't take long for Emmett to see who he truly wants."

"I get it. Now, continue on your original thought."

She smiled, "You're gonna look like you're pissed. Because as far as Emmett is concerned, the bet is still on. You're gonna go after Rosalie. You're gonna ask her out. And then the next day at school you guys will be all over each other. Before Emmett knows that you've gone out with Rose, I'm going to hit on him. He's going to think that he's won, or winning. Then you show up. It'll completely blow him out of the water."

I smiled, "It sounds like you thought all of this out for a long time."

"Nah, obviously I didn't if I just found out. I'm just crafty."

"That you are."

She frowned, "What's wrong."

"I don't like the part where you hit on Emmett."

"I won't do anything with him. Only one man gets to have me that way."

"And who would that be?" I asked, honestly curious.

"Well, Charlie's down at La Push tomorrow night, visiting with Billy Black. If you come over…I'll tell you who gets to have me. Better yet…I'll show you."

Voldemort twitched in anticipation. I was really going to need to get a leash for him. He was becoming an nuisance.

"Okay. Only because you're so…accommodating."

She laughed a breathy laugh, "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

I shrugged, "I wouldn't know."

Her face became serious, but her eyes were alight.

"Edward, may I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

She blushed. "Um, are you a…you know?"

I laughed loudly, "What is a 'you know'?"