(Bella POV)

Dinner:

The rest of the week went by normally. I went to the class that I was in, sat next to Edward in the classes we had together, and looked backwards every so often to see Victoria glaring at our backs.

On Friday night, I ran to the restaurant Edward to me and when I arrived, he was there. I was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a beautiful blouse I had found. He was in a sweater and stone-washed jeans.

I walked over to him and he hugged me, so I followed. I still wished that he remember me for what we were.

"You look beautiful," he said carefully.

"Thank you. You look nice too," I told him.

He just smiled and led me to the door. He stopped there.

I looked up at him, expecting an explanation. He read my face and started. Wow. He was good at read expressions when he was human too!

"Bella, I am warning you about my friends. There aren't the most… polite. They are the exact opposite of you. They are…mmm…dirty? Please, just… just ignore them if they get out of line. If I do anything… well… let's you and I not travel that path. Ok," he informed me.

"Anything," I told him and he smiled.

We walked in and Edward told the matre'd that our group was already seated. We walked through the lines of tables to the back were a bunch of teenage boys and girls were seated.

"Hey, Edward! You made it with Vic… Um, Edward, who is that," one of the boys asked.

"Her name is Bella. I dumped Victoria," Edward informed the group.

"Oh. Nice to meet you, Bella," that same boy said.

"Nice to meet you too. And you are," I asked.

"I'm Mark. This is my girlfriend Taylor. That's Aaron and his girlfriend Debbi. That is Vince and his girlfriend Bonnie, Jason and his girlfriend Missy, and Donald and his girlfriend Janelle," Mark told me.

"Nice to meet you all," I said and I looked up at Edward who was looking at me. We sat down and then I whispered to Edward, "They don't seem dirty."

"How about some wine and beer over here," the one named Vince yelled at the waiter. I guess I spoke too soon.

I turned to Edward with wide eyes.

"You drink," I asked.

"No, but they think I do. I always tell them I am trying to cut down so they don't make me. I don't want to be that kind of boy," he explained.

The server came over to talk our orders.

"So we need five clam chowders, seaweed salad, three soy burgers, a tofu platter, fries, and one pasta with meatless balls," the server clarified.

"Ew," Bonnie said.

"It tastes the same," Vince told her.

"Pff. Only if you close your eyes," I said, smirking.

Edward tapped my shoulder and I turned to look at him.

"You already…" he trailed off.

"No, that is going to happen in the future," I told him. Technically, that was true.

"How do you know," he asked.

"How do you know? Did you," I asked.

"No."

"Excuse me, miss. Are you sure there isn't anything I can get you," the server asked me.

"Sure as day," I clarified.

When everyone else had finished eating, we all walked to Mark's house. When we got there, it seemed to be one of those "make-out parties". I had never been to one and seeing one up close and personal told me that I didn't want too unless in the future Edward and I were invited. We would never have to stop.

I sat down next to Edward on the couch while everyone else picked their favorite love seat or corner. I looked over at Edward and he got up and flipped on the lights.

"How about we all go downstairs and play some games," Edward suggested and everyone followed. Mark, Vince, Jason, Aaron, and Donald went to play foosball. Edward followed them so I followed him. The girls took their make-up kits out to give makeovers.

"Sorry, Bella. There is no more room to play," Edward said. I turned around and went to the girls.

They makeovers they were giving weren't good ones. I wished Alice was here so I just became her for the moment.

"Can I give you a tip," I asked. They allowed and I did all of their make-up. They seemed to love it. They ran to their coordinating boys and showed them. Edward stayed in the background. I stormed over there, quietly though, and pulled Edward out of the background.

"Edward, can I talk to you," I asked.

"Sure," he replied quietly.

I brought him outside where it had started snowing.

"Excuse me, did I do something wrong," I asked, kind of rudely.

"No," he murmured.

"I get invited, by you, and then ignored," I asked.

"I've been trying."

"No you haven't. If you were, you wouldn't be staying away from me."

"They started kissing their girlfriends and I felt awkward. I wanted to kiss you but I had to refrain," he explained.

"Why," I asked.

"It's our first date. I didn't want to drive you away by kissing you too early."

I leaned in and kissed him. He responded well; he put his arms around me and I locked my arms around his neck.

"Is that okay," I asked.

He smiled. I knew he was alright with what I did.

At 9:30, we all left. Edward and I said goodbye and departed from each other.

When I got back to Carlisle's home, he wondered where I had been.

"I was on a date with Edward Mason," I told him.

"He is human. How did you keep from biting him," he asked.

"I have 'super self-control'. That is what you will call it in the future. I also kissed him with no problem."

He was awestruck.

On Monday when I met Edward at the first class I had with him, he looked worried.