I am soooo excited for the movie! I can't wait! But that guy who plays Edward creeps me out sometimes… Long chiny-chin-chin (magazine pic from Stephenie Meyer's website)… hehehe. It'll pass.

And another random piece of information: I have a friend who doesn't like Twilight. (Gasp, I know.) She's pissed off because my other friend keeps on talking about Twilight. (She's obsessed with Edward.) And you know what she said? "It's so annoying! So many people love Twilight! I have a cousin, who, with her friends, are so addicted to it, they bought a life-size picture of Edward!" Picture, statue, cut-out, I don't know. All I remember is that it went something like that.

This chap's dedicated to Soso.t.w.i.l.i.g.h.t for reviewing all of my chapters!


Starlight –Chapter 4: Betting on Love

Edward's POV:

"Yo, bro!" Emmett slapped my back, making me wince.

"What do you want?" I asked in a pained tone. He distracted me from my studying.

"Me and Jasper here were making bets. You in?" Emmett asked.

"Maybe," I shrugged. Having bets with Jasper and Emmett was an easy way to earn money. "What's the catch?"

"Whoever makes the girls fall for him first, wins," Jasper announced.

"Huh?" I asked.

"It means that I will make Rosalie fall for me first and win," Emmett declared confidently.

"Or Alice falls for me first and I win," Jasper interjected.

It took me a moment for my brain to function.

"Wait. So me and Bella?" I demanded. Secretly, I was thrilled.

"Yep. It's so clear that you like her man," Emmett grinned mischievously. I blushed lightly.

WHAT IS IT WITH ME AND BLUSHING?!? HUH?!? HUH!?! GUYS DO NOT KEEP ON BLUSHING!

"I will make Alice kiss me first," Jasper said in this dreamy way.

"Dude! Listen to yourself!" I exclaimed.

"Ooh, he's in deep," Emmett teased.

"Jasper's in love, Jasper's in love," I sang.

"Shut up," he snapped, breaking out form his trance. "So, you in?"

"How much are we betting here?" I asked.

"A hundred dollars," Emmett said innocently.

A hundred dollars!?!

"I'm in," I sighed. "You're gonna get a way to make me enter anyway." I grinned. "I will win, after all."

"So starting now, we have to make them fall for us, and they have to admit it," Emmett said.

We both nodded. What Emmett wants, Emmett gets. Just like Alice.

-O-O-O-

Bella's POV:

"Aww… I'm in love," Alice swooned.

I just continued studying, ignoring her. (A/N: Just like Edward…)

Rosalie looked up from filing her nails. "With who?"

"Jasper."

Her eyes bugged open.

"What!?!" Rosalie exploded. "You're in love with my brother?!"

"I can't help it," Alice said timidly, looking down at her feet. "He's gorgeous, funny, and extremely charismatic." She started swooning again.

"Well, I can't blame you," Rose suddenly grinned. "One word: Emmett."

Alice squealed happily.

This made me look up from my books.

"No kidding," I said dryly.

"What did you say?" Rose demanded.

"You just realized that now? I knew it from the day you guys met!" I exclaimed.

"Well, look who's talking," Alice interrupted.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

"I mean, it is so obvious you like Edward," Alice said, crossing her arms.

"What? Of course not. I don't like him," I lied pathetically, blushing.

"Oh really? Then why were staring at him the whole time during that trip to the mall on their first day here? Or why you have this distant look whenever you see him? Or why you blush every single time I mention his name?" Rose accused.

"Uh- um- I- I," I stammered.

"You what? Spill!" Alice ordered.

Seeing no way out, I sighed in defeat. "You got me. I like him."

"You like him? Or love him?" Alice waggled her eyebrows.

"Fine. I love him," I finally confessed.

They both squealed loudly together.

"Aah! You are making me deaf!" I yelled, covering my ears.

"Sorry," Alice apologized. "It's just that you finally admitted it! Both of us already knew you loved my brother ever since.

"What?" My jaw dropped open.

"Puh-lease. It is so clear. It was just a matter of time until we could make you admit those words," Rosalie chimed in.

"I said the words. Stop making me suffer already!" I grumbled.

"Hey, I know!" Alice's eyes were shining brightly. "We'll have a bet."

"What is it?" I said warily. Expect Alice to do the unexpected.

"It goes like this. Whoever gets to let her guy admit his feelings for her, wins," she said.

"Sure," Rosalie answered immediately, confident of herself. I, however, was not so sure.

"Whoa, hold on a minute there. How much are we betting here?" I looked at Alice suspiciously.

"A hundred," she said innocently.

"A hundred?" I echoed in disbelief. "I don't even know how to admit my feelings to Edward!"

"So you're in?" Alice asked gleefully.

I instantly realized my mistake.

"I never said that," I bluffed, crossing my arms. "Just don't make the price so high. Not all of us are super rich."

"Fine," Alice sighed. "Eighty. Happy?"

"That's better. OK, I'm in," I finally decided.

"So it starts… now!" Alice yelled as she ran out the door.

"What's with her?" I asked Rosalie.

"Dunno. Guess she's trying to seduce Jasper already," she giggled.

I sighed. "That's our Alice."

Just then, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Bella? It's me, Edward."

My heart started beating faster as a big, idiotic grin broke out on my face.

"Hi yourself," I answered, trying to ignore my heart.

"Edward?" Rosalie mouthed. I nodded, still smiling goofily.

"Um, I was wondering… are you free later?" he asked cautiously.

"Depends why," I said slyly.

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" It all came out in a rush.

I smiled brightly. "Su- Oh, wait. I can't," I suddenly frowned.

"Why not?"

"I have this killer test tomorrow, and I haven't studied for it at all." I banged my head against my table. "Ugh! If it wasn't for this test, I would have said yes!"

"Why don't come over there and help you?" Edward offered. "We can study together… And we could hang out tomorrow?"

"Sure," I immediately answered, happy that he was so eager to be with me. Maybe he did have feelings for me, he was just too shy.

A light bulb suddenly pinged in my head. With a little help from Alice and Rosalie, I might just be able to do something…

"I'll go there to your dorm at seven and bring some food," he offered.

"You know where it is?" I asked curiously. I have never invited him here.

"I asked Alice a long time ago," he answered sheepishly.

"OK. Bye now!" I said.

"Bye Bella," he chuckled.

I hanged up and let out a loud squeal, flopping on my bed.

"What's up with you? You never squeal," Rosalie grinned.

"Well, Rose… Edward's coming here later." I was smiling so widely, my cheek hurt.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"And that means… scram!" I pointed to the door.

"On two conditions," she said firmly. "One, I help you get ready. Two… you tell me all about it!"

"Deal," I answered. Rosalie's makeovers weren't as bad as Alice's.

"This is going to be soooo much fun!" She dragged me off my bed and hauled me to the bathroom.

"Why do I even need your help? It's not even a date!" I complained.

I saw her glare and shut up.

"It's five now. We have two hours to pamper you up. So move quickly and take a shower!" Rose directed. Seeing my glare, she propped her hands on her hips. "Would you want me to call Alice?" she threatened.

"Nope, no need for that," I quickly said. I slammed the door shut and took a quick shower. Ten minutes. Not bad.

I wrapped my hair is a thick towel and wore my favorite blue bathrobe.

I stepped out, and to my horror, half of my clothes were strewn on the bed.

"Rose!" I exclaimed in horror. "What did you do?"

"Number one, the name's Rosalie. Rose is a flower, and I do not like being named after a flower. Number two, do you have any idea how much you need new clothes? I'm telling Alice, and there's no stopping me," she said calmly.

"Yeah, yeah. But did you have to scatter everything everywhere?" I demanded.

"Don't worry. I'll put everything back. Lucky for you I found this perfect outfit."

My instinct told me something was wrong.

"What outfit?" I asked suspiciously.

"This outfit!" She proudly thrust it from behind her.

My eyes bugged open.

"No way," I shook my head fiercely. "There is no way you're getting me into that outfit!"

It was very bright. And colorful. And tight. And pink. And worst of all? It was a dress. The horror.

"Why not?" She demanded. "This was the only presentable outfit I found!

"Number one, that's pink. Number two, that's too tight for me, that's why I never wear that. Number three, that's hardly suitable for studying," I mimicked her.

"But you're studying with a cute guy," she pointed out.

"Still," I insisted. "I WON'T WEAR THAT."

Seeing my fierce look, she relented. "Fine," she said, throwing the dress to the side. "You choose. But it needs my approval first."

"Actually," I paused as I rummaged in my cabinet. I got an outfit and showed it to her. "This is what I want to wear."

Rosalie looked at it and smiled brightly. "Wow, Bella. I'm impressed. That actually passes. How did you choose that so quickly?"

"Well," I paused, embarrassed. "I actually picked that out… last week… with some help from… Alice."

"That's a first," Rosalie blinked. She grinned. "You must really like him then."

"I do," I admitted softly.

"Huh. OK, put that on!"

I did so quickly, and I even persuaded her not to put on any makeup! She returned all my clothes back. Finally, it was time for her to leave.

"Go! Shoo!" I pushed her out the door.

"Hmph! Not even a thank you!" Rosalie muttered.

"Bye!" I yelled.

I sat down nervously and waited for Edward to arrive.

Knock Knock.

I jumped. I rushed towards the door and opened it.

"Hello, Bella." Edward greeted me softly.

"Hi yourself," I smiled at him.

"You look amazing," he said.

"You do, too." I replied, taking in his appearance.

I was already hazy. I really was in deep. The Bet was still bothering me, but I ignored it. I then felt exhilarated. I mean, a night with Edward? Granted, it was just for studying, but still. Something's bound to happen, right?


A/N: Sorry so short and for the cliffie. Review! And now for the shameless advertising: I wasn't able to update last week because I was typing another one: Halloween Bash. Please check it out!

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