A/N: I'm trying to update more often, to make up for the one month of absence Anyways, I seem to have writers block. I feel like jumping straight into the main plot, haha! Anyway, bear with me for a while more. A few more chapters and the main action will begin! For now, be contented with Bella's POV! Inspirational song for this chapter: Glee-Faithfully
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight Saga, I owe nothing but the plot.

BPOV

I wasn't sure whether I liked Edward Cullen or loathed him. On one hand, he seemed like such an arrogant, condescending asshole, but on the other hand, he had this certain sweetness about him. And gosh, his killer looks. Just looking into his eyes can make my bones feel like they have turned into jelly. Not to mention his hair. There is something about those untidy bronze mop that is so, sexually appealing. Well, obviously I'm not going to like, fuck a total stranger, and obviously not him. My mom always nagged at me to keep my chastity, no sex till I get married, blah blah blah. But seriously, though I know she cares about me, those rules are rather irritating still. But I love my mom too much to break them, and I do NOT want to sit through another 3 hour sex talk. The last time it happened… Urg. Lets just say it didn't went very well and I kinda swore never to have sex. But that was when I was 14. And that was 10 years ago, so I guess opinions can change, cant they?

I thought about this as I snuggled in Jasper's arms on our way back home. I could feel Edward's eyes boring a hole through my skull. I wonder what he was thinking about. I sighed, shifting my weight a little to get more comfortable. Bad move. Pain flared in my knees, causing me to gasp out loud.

"Bella! What happened? Does your knee hurt? Tell me baby." Jaz panicked, his eyes flashing down on me.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine Jaz." I sighed, though what I really thought was "Need you seriously ask? Of course it hurts!"

"Don't lie, princess." A velvet voice whispered in my ears, causing me to jump. I pulled back to see Edward Cullen inches away from my face, his green eyes smoldering. He leaned in again. "I can see that you are obviously in pain, liar." He breathed and chuckled, his breath warm and ticklish.

At this point, I was torn between telling him to scram or slap him. The latter instinct was more dominant though, as my right hand twitched. However, I was done hurting myself for a day.

"What is it to you, sir?" I asked politely, though my eyes were blazing.

"Nothing, just pointing out obvious." He shrugged an irritating smirk on his face. I was seriously tempted to just slap him already. Stupid, condescending pig.

How did his family stand him?

"They can stand me because they love Me." came the answer.

Shit. Did I actually just say that out loud?

"Yea, as in fact, you did." Came the musical reply. Again.

What. The. Fuck.

I glared at him with hateful eyes. What the hell is wrong with this man? Besides the fact he is unnaturally pretty, that is. I shook my head, trying to dispel all those nasty things that I wanted to hurl at him right now. He was seriously testing my patience. Coupled with the pain from the fall- which was totally his fault- and the fact that he was irritating me, I wasn't in a good mood.

"Am I irritating you a lot?" Edward asked, quirking his eyebrows.

"Would it be wrong if I said yes?" I shot back.

"Well, I guess not, but still, it was nice to know." He said, flashing a crooked smile at me. Holy crow. I think my heart just skipped a beat when he did that, whenever he does that.

"If you continue to dazzle the entire female population with that smile, there would be none left for you to marry." I shot back.

"What?" He stopped dead in his tracks. Is he being modest, or does he really not know about how he affects the members of the opposite sex?

"I'll bet with you a hundred bucks, if you say hi to the next women you meet on this path and smile that smile you just smiled at me at her, and she either one, gets a lustful look, or two, look like she is going to hyperventilate and die, you'll give me a hundred bucks. If she doesn't get either of these two reactions, then I'll give you two hundred." I challenged, quirking my eyebrows at him to dare him to accept the challenge.

"You're on." Edward said, grinning. "And you'll definitely lose." He said haughtily.

"Yea, funny. You are either being too modest, or you are just entirely clueless. Wouldn't blame you though, since you are all looks no brain." I snorted.

"Don't hold your horses, women. I know damn well what I can do, and I'll show you that!" He huffed, turning his face to a side.

Jasper, who had until now been very silent, leaned in and whispered into my ear "I have a good feeling luck will be on your side today. Remember to treat me to a decent meal after you get your hands on that dough, my dear."

I laughed silently, and looked at Jasper and replied "But of course I will, my dear best friend."

I turned my head to see Edward still fuming. "Hey Edward?" I called.

"What." He said irritably.

I stuck out my left hand. "Best of luck for your challenge."

He looked at me, incredulously, before grabbing my outstretched hand.

"I'm winning this." He mocked.

"Well, we'll see about this." I smiled angelically.

And with this line, we shook hands, sealing our deal.