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Ch 7: Incredible Pizza IS Incredible

"I can't go over there!" I said, ducking behind the counter.

"Why not?" Emmett asked angrily.

"Because. I can't. She's over there!"

He knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, turning on his heel to the teachers. When he turned back, he was smiling what I liked to call The Emmett Smile. Corny, I know, but this was Emmett we were talking about.

"You mean her. The her," he said.

"Yes!" I hissed.

"Come on, Edward. We're going over there. Well, I'm not, but Rosie is."

"But she's working!" I complained.

"Work can wait." He glanced over to Rose, smiled, and waved her over. She groaned and trudged to the counter. That's what you get when you wear five inch heels to work.

"What?" She asked, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Edward's non-existent girlfriend is here."

"Really? Go on," Rose pressed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Well, you see, Rose, Edward is a chicken." I glared at Emmett, my lips curling in disgust.

"I knew that," she, said, her smile growing larger.

"Since he is a chicken, he can't go talk to her alone. So, I was wondering, would you go over there with him?"

"Who is she?" she asked, scanning the small crowd of children that had started to gather around Beautiful Bella and the other woman. "I only see kids." She gave me an incredulous look. "You're not a pedophile, are you?"

"No! She's over there!" I yelled, causing about half of he children to look at me like I was Barney the dinosaur.

"Lead the way then."

I grumbled, shuffling through the clump of kids. I pulled Rose along with me, scared that she'd trick me into going alone.

As I stood in the center of the crowd with Beautiful Bella in front of me, I couldn't help but feel upset that she didn't notice I was there. I stuck my bottom lip out slightly into a small pout.

Don't think like that, Edward. I internally scolded myself. She's talking to somebody right now!

"Do something!" Rosalie hissed quietly, pushing me forward, causing me to lose balance and fall Into Beautiful Bella. Thankfully, I caught myself—and Bella—before we fell.

"Oh, jeez! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, Bella, Rose just pushed me and…" I paused to take a breath.

Beautiful Bella took that as a chance to talk, and pried my hands from her waist. "It's okay," she mumbled, looking up. Surprise took over her features as her hand rose to her mouth. "Edward?" I nodded mutely. "I wondered why you knew my name."

I looked to my side and smirked at a shocked Rose. She does exist! Ha! She stuck out her hand and smiled sickly sweet. I knew what this meant. Rose and Alice got carried away with whom I dated. They were only trying to refrain me from getting hurt, but it was irritating.

"I'm Rosalie," she said nicely. Could've fooled me!

"I'm Bella." She grinned. "It's nice to meet you." She exchanged glances between Rose and me, and scowled. "So how long have you two been together?"

Rosalie laughed hysterically, making me cringe. I wasn't that bad, was I? I wasn't incredibly good looking, but I wasn't that unfortunate. Before Mom left, she would always say I'd turn up to be a heartbreaker. She also said she'd love Dad and I forever. Look at how well that turned out.

"What's so funny?" Bella asked, confused.

"You're good, Bella!" Rose snorted. I frowned and clenched my fists together. This was not funny. She composed herself quickly. "No, we're not, nor will we ever be together. I'm one of his best friends. I'm married to his other best friend Emmett."

"Oh," was all she said as an adorable blush appeared on he delicate, heart shaped face.

"He was right. You are pretty," Rose said. I wanted to shoot her. How dare she have the nerve to tell the world what I say about Beautiful Bella!

Beautiful Bella's blush deepened, turning to a shade darker than the first. She was simply stunning.

"Well, we have to get back to work, but I'm sure you two would like to get to now each other better. Do you have anything to write with Bella? Edward wants to give you his number."

Never mind what I said before about her, thank God for Rosalie McCarty!

Beautiful Bella dug into her purse while Rose and I waited. My heart was pounding in my chest, hoping to give itself away to Bella. I didn't have a problem with that. I just hope she didn't either.

She sighed happily, pulling out a purple pen, and raising it in the air. Rosalie snatched both the pen and Beautiful Bella's hand, writing my cell phone number on it. She gave the pen back to Bella and walked away.

"So, do you want my number?" Beautiful Bella asked, looking down at her feet.

"I don't see why not. Here," I held my hand in front of Beautiful Bella. She clutched it in one of her hands while she wrote her number down. What felt like electricity shot through me quickly. It felt good though. It didn't feel like one of those cartoons when somebody gets struck by lightening, and you see their skeleton. At least I hope nobody could see my bones. It certainly didn't hurt either.

"There you go," she said, patting my hand softly. "Better get back to work, Mister Myste—"

What in the name of Peter Pan was that?

She smiled shyly, and walked to where the other woman was.

I went back to the front desk jovially.

"You owe me big time, Edward," Rose said. "In return of the favor I did for you, go watch of all those kids for me. You don't get any help at all."

She bragged for a few seconds before I rolled my eyes and went to tell the second graders the rules and regulations of Incredible Pizza while they devoured their pizza.

BPOV

"Who was that, Bella?" Esme, the real teacher of the second grade class asked curiously.

"That was the guy I told you about. You know, the one that Lauren wants, but I like a lot more than her?"

"I do remember you telling me something like that. Well, if I do say so myself, he was gorgeous."

"Yeah…I got his number!" I said excitedly.

He was gorgeous and sweet and a million other things.

When I figured out that the Blonde girl wasn't his girlfriend, I almost died. I wanted to jump up and down like an eight-year-old at a Hannah Montana concert.

Although, I almost embarrassed myself by calling him Mister Mysterious to his face; that would've sucked!

"Really? Bella, that's fantastic!"

"I know. I really like him," I gushed.

"It looks like he likes you too. Aw! You two would make a great couple! So cute!"

I blushed and looked at my feet; a habit I picked up from my mother.

Did he really like me?

I thought Bella was supposed to be the clumsy one! :)
Oh, well, I meant to do that to poor Edward.

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