Chapter 2

EPOV

Damn it... Damn it, damn it and double damn it. Of all the ways that I could have showed my appreciation like a normal person, I proposed.

Table for Douchebag, party of 1?

Yeah, that would be me. But in my defense, that tiramisu was so damn good that it made my mouth water and my blood run south for the winter, so I didn't really have much left available for thinking with. To find out that she made it herself...It just did things to me. Jesus, did it do things to me.

All I could think of was what it would be like to come home to Bella, that gorgeous brown skin, those big doe eyes behind glasses and a dish of fresh made tiramisu in her hands.

I'm an idiot. I couldn't do anything but smile at her like a doofus after I blurted it out. I waited but for the laughter, the comeback, the insult, the eye roll and scoff...but I forgot Bella was shy.

She blushed a thousand shades of red and allowed Alice to lead her out of the cafeteria without another word. As soon as she was out of earshot Jasper, that dick, just about cried laughing, and Rosalie gaped at me.

So now, here I sit in my next class, Biology, mentally berating myself and calling myself every degrading name I could think of, and then who walks into class just before the bell rang? Yeah, Bella, the girl who will fuel my fantasies for a long time to come.

She was standing in front of the class, looking for an empty seat. Little did she know, the only one was next to me. Score! When she spotted me I smile my irresistible smile, with a double dose of charm, and patted the seat next to me.

She gave me a weary look and eased into the seat, making sure to keep her distance. Maybe she thinks I'm a pervert or something. Shit, maybe I am. Am I a perv for having a fetish for a sexy girl in glasses? Kanye shrug to that one, because if I AM a perv, I think I like it.

And don't get me wrong about the 'sexy girl' part. Her skirt and sweater may be a little too big, but I'll bet my left nut she's got a body under there. I can still make out the curves of her hips, and that ass!

I mean...God wouldn't send me a girl straight out of my fantasies, only to have me play 'Name that shape' when it was sexy time would he? That would be just cruel. Besides, I don't want anybody to know my girl is sexy.

My girl. Has a nice ring to it. Yup, it's decided. By the time Christmas break is over...she's going to be mine. It's almost Halloween and- oh shit!

"Hey Bella?" I whispered, hoping the teacher couldn't hear me. She looked over at me, looking a little startled, but inquisitive...which was good I think.

"Soo...we throw a Halloween party every year. My family, I mean. Would you like to come?" I could see the debate in her face. She cocked her head to the side, her glasses sliding cutely down her nose. "I, uh... I don't see why not, as long as it's okay with my dad."

I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my face. I knew Charlie wouldn't have a problem with it. He loves us. She chuckled a little, at my dorkishness, I'm sure. So I decided to go all the way and ask her to come with me.

"Do you maybe wanna come...as my date?" I dug extra deep and gave her the most hopeful smile I could conjure up. Her eyes got huge and she got all stiff.

"W-why would you want me to be your date?"

I gave her the bug eyes right back. "Why wouldn't I?" But she turned away and didn't answer me. "Bella?" Still no answer.

Damn.

Foiled again, Batman.

I tried to talk to her the entire rest of the period. I smiled at her, nudged her, leaned close and whispered in her ear.

Nothing.

But I wasn't giving up. I'm Edward Cullen. If anybody can get a girl to talk, it's me. So I pulled the old tried and true note trick. I pulled a piece of paper on my notebook and drew a sad face with big watery eyes and a full on pout. I drew a heart underneath with a crack in it and wrote 'Why won't you talk to me?'.

Without even reading it, she flicked it back in my direction so hard that it flew right off of the table and onto the floor over by that scuzz bucket Jessica's foot.

What the fuck? "Well fine." I pouted loud enough so that I knew she heard me. "Don't talk to me then." And the fucked up part is that my feelings are hurt. I don't get it, what did I do?

BPOV

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Edward Cullen just freaking asked me out.

I'm not falling for it this time. He must take me for an idiot, but I'm not stupid. I see how everybody knows him; how the guys always nudge and bump fists with him, and the girls always look at him and smile and wink.

There's no way in the world that he would want me. I have on second hand glasses and plain clothing. There's nothing about me that would attract someone so good looking. And he wants me? Yeah, okay.

He's no better than that jerk in Phoenix. He saw me doing what most girls can't help but do. He saw me notice him and used that to his advantage. Little did Edward know that someone had beaten him to it and now I know how this stupid little game was played.

First he would flirt with me, see how receptive I am. After all, I am the new girl who would do anything he asked because I wasn't used to a little attention from handsome boys. Then he'd take me out a few times, and then go in for the kill. Only this time there would be none. I was just a conquest to him, it seems.

Then why did he look so hurt?

Because it's just an act, stupid. I had to stop being nice to people. Being so nice is how the last jerk got to me. And when I woke up in that hospital, I told myself that I wasn't going to trust anybody else that was out of my league simply because they smiled at me.

I've seen Carrie. There's only a handful of reasons a popular boy will ask out the school freak, and none of them are good.

As if the Man Upstairs was sensing my inner turmoil, the bell rang just then, and I swept up my things to make a hasty escape. Unfortunately, my next class was gym.

Since the gym was near the cafeteria, I'd told Alice she didn't have to walk me. Good Lord, I hate PE classes. I'm not totally horrendous at sports, but the whole class is an embarrassing experience.

I hate changing in front of other girls and I'm usually picked last for team sports. And the thought off dodgeball and volleyball are enough to make me hurl. I'm usually get beamed in face and then everyone has a good laugh at how good Bella is at taking balls to the face. Yeah, gym is a real riot.

To make matters worse, I didn't have gym clothes yet, but thankfully, (note the sarcasm please) this morning Mrs. Cope gave me a pair of sweat pants and a shirt that they reserved for the, shall we say, artfully dressed girls who violate the dress code. She'd assured me that they were clean, but I hadn't complained. I'm used to wearing second hand clothing.

The cherry on top came when I entered the locker room and nearly ran smack into Jessica and that catty friend of hers. I kept my head down and edged around her to find clear space to change in.

Of course, just like in Phoenix, the two girls made their way over as soon as I had my sweater off. Jessica's friend shoulder bumped me and sneered when I slammed into the lockers. I snatched up the t shirt and pulled it over my head, not even bothering to take off the long sleeved one underneath. I'd get hot, but I'd deal.

Jessica got in my face, looking pissed. "Stay away from Edward Cullen." She hissed before I could say a word. "You're new, so I'll let it slide this time, but I'm not going to tell you again."

"I'm just friends with his sister." I explain with a deep sigh. I really just want her to get out of my face so I can change. I didn't want any drama at this school and seeing how well arguing back had worked for me in Phoenix, I'd vowed to keep my head down and not even entertain the foolishness.

"Then what's this?" Jessica held a note up too close for me to see. I backed up a saw a sad face with tears in his eyes with a broken heart that said 'why won't you talk to me?'.

"I don't-"

"I don't know if it's that he thinks you give good head," Jessica interrupted again. "because there can't possibly be anything else attractive about you, but I don't care. Edward's dating me, and he's only nice to you for laughs."

I just stared past her and didn't utter a word.

'Please, just go.'

She nodded, her whole tone upbeat now. "I see we understand each other."

Thankfully, after the mini locker room drama, the rest of the class was simple and drama free. Coach Clapp was apparently on an endurance conditioning regimen so all we did was jog for half an hour. I made sure to stay out of tripping distance though, just to be on the safe side.

When we were dismissed, I didn't even bother to change into my street clothes. I just grabbed my things and went out front to wait for my dad.

"Bella! Hey Bella!"

She'd talked enough today for me to know who was behind me. 'Please don't let her brother be with her.'

I turned to see Alice jogging to catch up with me. Edward bypassed the both of us, a look I couldn't describe on his face. "Hey Bella is your dad coming?" I nodded. "Cool, I was wondering, since it's Friday and all, if you wanted to come and spend the night with me."

"Um, I'm not sure Alice. I have to ask my dad."

My mind worked rapidly, trying to think of a way to say no without hurting her feelings. It wasn't that I didn't want to go. Alice was the first person to ever be nice to me (without foreseeable ulterior motives) and I've never been invited to sleep over with a friend before. The prospect excited me more than it probably should, to be honest, but I don't want to give her brother the chance to try anymore of his tricks on me.

Before I can come up with anything, my dad pulls up in his cruiser. Alice spotted him and squealed- no really, she squealed- and marched over to his window, lugging me around with her. "Hi Chief!" she greeted him. My dad, the traitor, smiled warmly at her. "Hi there Alice." I would ask how they knew each other later.

"You've met my daughter, I see."

"I sure did. Ran into her out front before school. I'm really glad she's here, she's awesome!"

I could feel my face warm as she said this. No one's ever called me awesome before. My dad's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Well now, I'm glad to hear it. The two of you need good friends."

"Oh we're going to be great friends!" Alice hugged my arm. "I can see it! And speaking of...well I've never really had a girlfriend before, and so I was kind of hoping Bella could have a sleepover with me? Please, please, please Charlie?" She flashed those huge doe eyes at my father, and I watched, horribly amused, as he grinned and stuttered his agreement. Glad to know I wasn't the only Swan who was a fool under the power of the Cullen charms.

Alice looked as if she were going to combust from her excitement, as she clapped her hands together giddily.

"Yay! We're going to have so much fun. We're going to talk boys! I think Edward likes her!"

I choked. "Alice-"

"Does he now?"

"He asked her to be his date to the Halloween party!"

"Oh God." I muttered. Maybe I'll just go throw myself under that Tyler kid's van as he's pulling out of the lot.

AN: So next up the sleepover! Edward might need a bit of 'private time' with Bella sleeping right next door all night. Review please! Fetishward likes reviews