You really don't need to here what I was going to say since you already know.

Edward's POV

"So, Edward." Emmett said as he smirked over at me. "Prom tickets go on sale today."

I nodded as I glanced from him to the bored as Armstrong wrote the topic of the day. Write like you're apologizing to someone for something you've done wrong. Yet again, another great topic. My eyes went back to Emmett, seeing him still smirking.

"Yeah, they do." I finally said.

"Are you gonna ask Bella?"

I shrugged, even though I really knew the answer. "I haven't given it much though." I lied.

Emmett's smirk grew as he saw right through my lie and shoved my arm, making me smile and laugh. He laughed too as he shook his head at me. "I believe that for a minute but figured it out. You can't get anything past me, man."

"I guess not." I said as I opened my notebook.

I sighed as I ignored Emmett's babbling about how he was too smart to believe any lies I told him and focused on what to write about. I didn't want to write about my brother again, that was too hard. And I almost couldn't finish Iz's last letter. Her telling me that it wasn't my fault was almost too much for me to take. So instead, I decided to write like I'm apologizing to Bella.

Iz,
My apology goes out to a fantastic girl that I almost let slip through my fingers because I was being an idiot and wouldn't listen to anyone. So here it goes. Dear girl, you truly are incredible. It may seem like it's taken me awhile to figure that out, but it really hasn't. I was just stupid, and truthfully, a little scared. Honestly, I've never felt this way before and it scares the shit out of me. I think that my excuse on distancing myself from you didn't have a thing to do with anyone else except for me. I think my friends were right and I was just pushing you away because I was scared. But I'm over that now, so I promise you that there won't be any more hot and cold coming from me. I'm ready now to let this take its course, and I'm so ready to see what's going to happen.
Anthony.

PS, How young is too young to be in love?

"Hey, Bella." I said as I swooped down and planted a brief kiss on her cheek.

"Hey." She replied as she smiled and grabbed her lunch box out of her locker.

"Wanna sit with us at lunch today?" I asked.

"No, no. Not today, Edward. Bella and I are talking prom dresses." Rosalie said excitedly as she held up a handful of magazines and grinned at both of us.

I shrugged. "Then why don't you sit with us too?"

"Well, uh-"

"Yeah Rose, sit with us!" Bella said as she jutted her bottom lip out.

Rosalie sighed immediately. "Don't give me that face, fine. I'll sit with you guys."

Bella cheered and hugged Rosalie briefly, then laced her hand with mine, and looped her other arm with Rosalie's as we all walked over to the cafeteria.

When we got in there, Rosalie and Bella sat with Jasper and Alice as I met up with Emmett. He handed me the two prom tickets in exchange for the fifty dollars and then we hopped into the lunch line.

"Thanks for getting these for me man, I really wanna surprise Bella."

"No problem." Emmett said with a shrug. "How do you plan on asking her?"

I sighed and shook my head. "I have no fucking idea."

Emmett laughed lightly as we both grabbed a burger and french fries, putting them on our trays, next to our bottle of sodas and packets of ketchup.

"I'd just ask her, and the sooner the better, cause you never know about Mike."

I let my eyes scan the cafeteria seeing Mike purchasing two prom tickets. My eyes were stuck on him as he stared at Bella from across the room, making me blood boil. I definitely needed to ask her soon.

Bella's POV

"I think I want a blue dress." I said to Rosalie as I pulled my English book out of my locker.

"Like bright, dark, or pale?"

"Darkish-bright, for sure. If that even exists."

"Yeah, that would look great." She said and smiled.

I was about to reply when I saw Mike walking up with a grin on his face. Both of his hands were behind his back and he stopped in front of us, still grinning as he locked his eyes on mine.

"Hey, Bella. How are you?"

"I'm good." I said hesitantly. "How are you?"

"I'm alright, hoping to turn alright into fantastic though." He said as he pulled one hand out from behind his back and swept his blonde hair across his forehead.

"Um, well I hope you can do that." I said as I shut my locker.

"Bella, will you go to prom with me?" he blurted out.

My jaw dropped open and my eyes snapped to Rosalie seeing her stare big eyed between both of us. My heart dropped into my stomach and I felt my shoulders droop. I didn't want to go to prom with Mike, I wanted Edward to ask me. And if I couldn't do with Edward, then I didn't want to go with anyone at all.

"Actually Mike." I said slowly. "I'm not really even sure if I'm going. We may have a tennis tournament that weekend."

"Well, be my date if you can go."

"No." I said sweetly as I shook my head. "I don't want to tell you that I'll be your date and then not be able to go. I mean, I won't know until like the week before. So you should ask someone who can give you a definite answer." I said and patted his arm.

"Yeah." He said and dropped his gaze. "Sure, you're right. I'll see you later." He said, giving me a brief smile and walking away without another word.

"I feel horrible." I said as I frowned at Rosalie and slid into my desk in sixth period, English.

Rosalie shrugged. "I wouldn't worry about it. He'll probably go with Angela."

I looked at the bored and groaned, somehow feeling like the topic of the day completely fit. I frowned at Rosalie again ad she gave me a reassuring smile as we both opened our letters. Anthony's letter put a smile on my face as I read through it. I loved everything about it, and how he said that he was completely ready for what was ahead of them. I wished that every guy would be like Anthony, especially Edward.

Anthony,
I'm not really sure if its capable to be too young for love. Like, my grandparents started dating when they were twelve, and are still together. Amazing, I know. So, I don't think there is a age limit. When you find it, you find it. My letter is to a guy that I used to be close with, but I'm not with anymore because he likes me way more then I like him. Dear guy, we've been friends since sixth grade. Actually, you were my friend real guy friend, and we used to be so close. I miss the closeness that we once had, but know that nothing can be done to fix it because to be able to fix that I would either have to develop feelings for you, or you would have to get over yours. And we both know that neither of those things will happen. I wish that I could like you as more than a friend, but I just can't. Some things just can't be fixed. I wish that our friendship was one of the things that could be, but honestly I don't think that we could ever go back to the way we once were. I'm sorry.
Iz.

PS, do you think I'm wrong for feeling that way?

The final bell rang, and butterflies swarmed my stomach since I knew that I would be seeing Edward soon. Rosalie grinned as we gathered our books and walked to my locker, already seeing Edward standing there. He bent down, capturing my lips in a kiss that made me weak at the knees and moved so I could get in my locker.

"So Bella." Edward said smoothly as he wrapped an arm around my waist. "Prom's coming up."

I felt my lips twitch upward into a big grin as I looked at him. "Yeah, it sure is."

"And I was wondering if you'd like to be my date." He said as he gave me an adorable grin.

"Bella-" Rosalie started.

"I'd love to." I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again.

"Really, Bella?"

We separated and I turned around, seeing Mike standing behind me with both of his arms out, and a hurt expression plastered onto his face.

"Mike-"

"No, save it. I get that maybe you didn't want to go to prom with me. But you didn't have to lie about it, and really, Edward? You're going to go with this low life?"

"Hey!" Edward and I both said in unison.

Mike shook his head in disgust.

"Man, just because you're fucking jealous doesn't mean you need to be an asshole and go around insulting people and making others feel like shit." Edward said harshly.

Mike walked up to Edward swiftly, stopping right in front of him with his fists and jaw clenched. Without a word, he pulled back his arm and slammed his fist into Edward's face, making Edward's head snap in the direction Mike hit him. Edward laughed sarcastically as he rubbed his jaw and glared at Mike.

"You don't deserve Bella." Mike said lowly, and I saw Edward's eyes darken.

"Edward, don't." I warned, but he shook his head and the next thing I knew, Edward hand launched himself at Mike making both of them fall into the hallway. Fists were flying and I tried desperately to pull Edward off, but it was no use so instead I just shook my head and walked away.