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Call

The more I thought about it, the clearer it became. I needed to call him. I knew if I didn't, I would regret it. My midterm was still in the back of my mind, but I was sick of studying. I needed a break. All my life, my studies had come first. I'd missed numerous parties throughout high school and college, all because school came first. My parents had always hammered home the point that school was important—if I wanted to get far in life then I needed the good grades, the good college and finally the good job. But where in that did I have to give up living? Where did my happiness come into all that?

It was about time this changed. I wanted to do something for me, and that would start tonight. I was going to call Edward. I had to see where this would take me, and not calling him could have me ending up alone, living with six cats. Maybe a little drastic, but still a valid point.

I looked at Tanya and shot her a huge grin. "I'm calling him!"

She pulled me into another bone crushing hug, and I cringed when she screeched in excitement again.

"Oh, Bella! I'm so proud of you." She grinned at me and nudged my shoulder. "You're getting laid tonight. I can feel it!" She winked before practically skipping out of my room. Tanya's chants echoed down the corridor before I heard her bedroom door slam. I rolled my eyes, biting back a laugh at her antics.

I took his card out. Just looking at it had my stomach all aflutter.

I was about to hit the call button when Tanya came running in carrying a dress. Well, what I assumed was a dress. It was short, black, and screamed easy. But, if I was turning a new leaf, I could easily see this new Bella wearing it. Eh…I would at least consider it.

"This is my lucky dress. It helped get me out of my Spanish final freshman year." Tanya smiled as she thrust the dress at me. I did a quick sniff of the fabric and was happy to find that it didn't smell like sex. Or have any unidentified stains on it. She must have washed it.

"T, I can't wear this if you had sex in it," I hissed, trying to give her back her slut attire.

She rolled her eyes and refused to take it. "I took it off before I let him stick it in me. Come on, Bella. You really think I would have just given you a dress I had sex in? That's like sharing a used condom with someone! Besides, that would have given you a bad vibe for tonight. I don't want to sabotage your night of sex." She looked so earnest that I couldn't doubt her.

Well, if she took it off, I guess it wasn't as weird as it could be. Besides, Tanya was right about my wardrobe choices. I had no idea what to wear, and I was guessing that yoga pants and a hoodie without a bra wouldn't do the trick.

I wanted to wow Edward. And wearing stretchy pants and greasy hair wasn't going to give that wow factor. For the first time ever, I was regretting missing all those parties. At least if I had gone, I would have had something suitable to wear.

I looked down at the poor excuse of a dress and sighed. "Can you help me with my hair and makeup too?"

Tanya smiled like a kid on Christmas morning as she nodded her head.

"Let me call him first," I said, picking up his card again. Tanya sat down next to me as I grabbed my phone.

I looked at her, but she wasn't getting the hint. "Alone."

"Fine, I'll just listen through your door." She stomped her feet as she made her dramatic exit, shutting the door behind her.

Taking a deep breath, I dialed his number. It's now or never.

The phone rang a total of three times before I hung up. I don't know what came over me, but I chickened out. Initiating a phone call to a guy just wasn't me. I was the kind of girl that stuttered and blushed if a decent looking guy so much as looked in my direction. Now, with Edward—who was beyond handsome—how was I meant to call him and form coherent sentences? I wasn't used to being so assertive and stepping out of my comfort zone. Maybe this was a sign. If I couldn't even finish a phone call, how was I going to go through with everything?

I was about to go grab Tanya and ask her for some advice when my phone rang. Looking down at the caller ID, I saw that it was Edward. He was calling me back.

His number continued to flash on the screen as I stared in shock. He was calling me. I debated about answering when it hit me. Maybe my hanging up wasn't the sign; maybe him calling me back was.

So for once in my life I didn't over think it. I answered.

"Hello?" My voice was shaky.

"You just called me." His voice sounded confident and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Hi, it's um, it's Bella." I sounded awkward and unsure, but he didn't seem to let it faze him.

"Bella!" He sounded excited. "I'm glad you called. Even if it only rang three times, weird."

"Yeah, I don't know what happened," I lied.

"To be honest, I didn't know if you would call."

Seemed he knew me well already—especially since I basically wimped out. "Well, I wasn't going to," I admitted. "My midterm paper was calling my name, but I think a little fun on a Friday night sounds better."

"I'm so happy to hear that." I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "If you still want to, my friend, Emmett's band will be playing at Joe's tonight at seven. I'd really like it if you came."

"Yeah, I'll be there. It sounds like fun." This time I wasn't lying. I had never been to the bar, but I heard they always featured great college bands. They would host the up-and-coming bands when they toured around the country.

"I could pick you up if you want, or you could meet me?" He was sweet for asking, but getting there a little before him to scope out the scene seemed smarter.

"I'll just see you there, keep the anticipation building," I said with a giggle. He laughed with me, and we agreed to see each other at seven.

I had just hung up when Tanya came barreling back into my room. "You did so well!"

"Thanks, Mom," I muttered, a smile still on my face.

She didn't take that as an insult, instead she continued as if I had never said anything. She started looking in my closet for acceptable shoes and pretty much ordered me—like a drill sergeant—to get in the shower.

While I stood under the hot water, I wondered about asking Tanya for help. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad?

Two seconds later, she flung the shower curtain aside and shoved a razor in my face. "Shave everything!" She sounded manic, and her eyes looked crazed as she gave me a quick glance. Then she was gone again, like she wasn't even there to begin with.

Yeah, definitely shouldn't have mentioned anything.

I wasn't going to dwell on the fact that my best friend was on the "Let's Get Bella Laid Train." Instead, I was going to just go with it. I mean, watching her go nuts was taking my mind off of over thinking what would happen later on. So I embraced it and ended up taking an extra long time with my shower. I made sure I shaved everything. I was just hoping she wouldn't ask to check my work.

I shuddered at the thought.

The dress was laid out for me to slip on. The only issue I was having was the fact that my lip gloss and mascara were missing. I wasn't a big makeup girl so it wasn't like I had a huge basket with different M•A•C pallets or anything. That was Tanya. I tended to wear the least amount possible.

I went in search of my lip gloss when I found Tanya on my bedroom floor, her makeup all over. It was like she was trying to cover my floor with all the products she owned.

"Sit down," she snapped in my direction. "Let me work on my masterpiece."

I created an evil, evil person. All because she was trying to get me laid. What a great friend.

_CYOA_

After Tanya had her way with me, I didn't look half bad. I was surprised to find that I still resembled myself. The eye shadow was a soft green, and it really added color to my otherwise pale face. Tanya said something about it complimenting my eyes. I had no idea what she meant, but it really did make my normally drab brown eyes pop. They looked pretty for once.

She curled my hair and made sure it had a ton of volume. She muttered something about the higher the hair the closer you were to Jesus. Again, I don't know. That sounded like something a mother would tell her daughter on Toddlers and Tiaras. But, I actually enjoyed all of the torture she put me through. I didn't feel so plain with all of these little touches Tanya added, and I was hoping it would knock Edward off his feet.

Tanya tried to hand me a whole box of condoms before I left. I asked her to keep them, but she wouldn't allow it. Thankfully it didn't fit in my clutch. She settled with giving me one. Compromises.

I got to the bar a little before seven, which was a good thing because the place was already packed. Almost every seat was taken, and there was already a line at the bar. I walked in and scanned the room for any familiar faces. I wasn't expecting to see someone since this wasn't my scene at all, but to my surprise one face did stand out in the crowd. Ironically, the guy I saw was also named Edward and was from my philosophy class. He was nice enough, but a little too loud for me. We were in a group together in the beginning of the year, and I remembered how he kept trying to get all of us to spend time at his frat house. I was happy when that project ended. I didn't have to hear about his sexual conquests anymore.

He saw me and gave me a big wave. The one where it looked like the hand was going to detach from the wrist. It was obnoxious. I hesitantly waved back and headed to the bar. I didn't want him to come up and talk to me, so running for a drink seemed like a better option.

Thankfully, a seat right in front of a male bartender opened up just as I approached. It looked like two bartenders were on duty tonight, and from the looks of the packed place, they would need it. I waved down the scruffy looking guy, clad in flannel, and he held up a beefy finger. I tried to cross my legs on the bar stool. If I didn't, I was sure everyone was going to get a nice view of my cooter. Not what I was going for at all.

I chanced a glance at the girl working further down the bar. She was flipping around numerous bottle of alcohol as she made her rounds, and I could tell she wasn't new here. She had this sort of tough edge to her, which I found a little intimidating. I giggled as other patrons tried to catch her attention. She was clearly giving off the "don't fuck with me" vibe, and if the grim reaper tattooed on her arm didn't tell them that, maybe her snarl would. She made eye contact with me through the bangs of her ink-black hair, and I instantly looked away. Even with her short frame, I wouldn't question she could kick some serious ass.

Yeah, definitely intimidating.

The dark blonde bartender came back and flashed me a toothy grin. "Hey, I'm Charles. Sorry about the wait. We're pretty busy tonight."

He seemed like the opposite of his coworker. I could see where the female bartender would have to put on more of a tough act to not get messed with, especially since she was almost half this guy's height. This Charles guy had the advantage of size and his dimpled cheeks to win over the patrons without the need of a tough persona.

"Yeah." I leaned forward so he could hear me over the noisy chatter. "I bet, with the band playing tonight. Who's up there?"

I gestured to the stage where a guy stood with his MacBook. He was playing some crazy techno music and had a Hello Kitty shirt on. People seemed to like him, so whatever he was doing was working for him.

"Don't know," he said and started wiping down the bar in front of me.

"You don't know? Shouldn't you know since you work here?" I needed the guy to at least give me something. I didn't want to sound like an idiot when Edward came in just because I didn't know the name of his friend's band. But was one guy and his laptop really considered a band nowadays?

Charles laughed, his six foot frame shaking as he threw his head back. "No, the band's name is Don't Know. Plus, it's not a band. It's just some kid named Quil who uses Garage Band on his computer."

"Oh," I said, embarrassed.

"Do you want a drink? The band after, Crash, is really good, so I would stick around for them if I were you." He nodded to the group of guys standing next to the stage, instruments in hand. The big guy with the short, curly hair looked unimpressed with what was happening on stage. I held back a laugh.

"Yeah, can I have a club soda?" Charles shot me a confused look, and I shrugged. "It's only almost seven. I don't want to start drinking too early."

He nodded his head and went to work on my drink. To be honest, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to drink alcohol tonight or not. I mean, that's the point of going to a bar, but it was my first night out with Edward. I didn't know if I wanted to be drunk for it. Plus, I was a lightweight. So I tried to limit myself to one or none if I were ever in the situation where drinking was taking place.

I tried not to think of the time Tanya got me drunk at a frat party. I guess you learn more than school related things in college, like, say, one drink to you is like eleven to the rest of the population.

But that was a while ago. Maybe if I did decide to drink later, it would give me some liquid courage and I could relax. It was always a thought.

Charles slid me my drink, and I handed him my debit card. "Do you want me to start up a tab?" I thought about it for a second and decided why not. I didn't want to have to keep pulling out my credit card every time I wanted a drink, even if it was club soda.

I started sipping my soda, looking around at everyone, when someone slid onto a barstool next to me. I saw a flash of green, and I eagerly spun to look at my new neighbor.

I wasn't disappointed when I was met with Edward's smiling face. He adjusted his glasses on his nose, and I held myself back from jumping on him. With his green V-neck, he looked to die for.

"I'm so glad you came," he said, leaning closer to me. I could smell his cologne, Dior Homme. I made a note to make sure my legs stayed closed the whole night or else he would smell just how much he affected me.

Of course he would wear something as sexual smelling as Dior. I knew that scent because Tanya and I were in love with that British actor that was the new face of the cologne. We bought a bottle ourselves just to know what he smelled like—creepy, I know. It wasn't like we sprayed it in our rooms…a lot.

"Me, too." I gave him a small smile from beneath my lashes. I was going for sultry as I casually sipped my drink.

He cleared his throat, and his eyes swept over me. He lingered on my legs for a beat, and then his eyes went to the death traps Tanya forced me to put on my feet. Heels. They were strappy, and I was happy to see that he approved of them. His eyes seemed to glass over when he looked at them.

I wiggled my foot, and Edward snapped out of the trance he had on my legs. He gave me a sheepish grin, the tips of his ears turning red. It was cute, and I was getting the exact response I was hoping for.

"Have you been here long?" he asked as he casually scratched the back of his neck.

"No, not too long. I sat through the first band, or dude, or one man show." I laughed.

"Oh, Quil." He winced as he said the name. He must not be impressed with the little techie either. "He's…different."

"Not really my style of music…at all."

He smiled at that. I guess that was just one more thing we had in common.

"Me either. And to be honest, my friend's band isn't what I'm all about. They're good, but I don't really care for their music." He shrugged, and we turned to watch the three guys set up for their set.

"Why not?" The guys looked normal, except the muscle man that seemed to be the lead singer. He set his mic up in the center and started strumming his guitar. The other three guys looked like you're average co-ed musicians with their greasy hair and old school band T-shirts.

"Well, see that guy up there? The one with hulk arms?" I followed Edward's pointed finger to the guy I assumed was the lead singer. "He's my best friend, Emmett. Now from looking at him you wouldn't expect it, but he's a big softie."

I held back a laugh and nodded my head. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," Edward said. "But, it becomes a problem when he gets dumped by his ex-girlfriend and listens to 'Crash Into Me' by Dave Mathews Band over and over again. Hence why his band name is Crash and why they're a Dave Matthews cover band. And why I don't like them. But I go to their shows. I'm just a supportive best friend."

I laughed at that. I didn't like Dave Mathews either. "So why would you invite me to this if it's Dave Mathews' covers?"

His eyes lit up, and he looked like a little kid getting a huge lollipop. "You can't stand Dave either?"

"No!" I vigorously shook my head side to side. "All their songs sound the same."

"Yes!" He slapped the bar for emphasis, and both bartenders looked our way. The bad ass chick bartender sent me a menacing glare.

"I completely agree! And I now apologize for making you sit through their set." He paused before he continued. "But I'm not being too sincere when I apologize. If I didn't ask you to listen to this crappy music, I would never have gotten to spend time with you, and hopefully learn more about you."

That sent flutters through my stomach.

"Oh," he said, leaning even closer. I could see the start of stubble on his cheek. "I also wouldn't have seen how gorgeous you looked tonight. I want to say you look very hot, but that seems ungentlemanly of me."

He gave me a smoldering look, the one where the eyes go dark and they lick their lips. Yeah, that one. In turn, that caused not just my stomach to flutter, but also my nether-region to prepare for a very wet night.

I was stunned into silence, so I just nodded. I hoped it didn't look spastic, but I couldn't be sure. Either way, he didn't run away, so I guess I was in the clear.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked as the band began to start their set. Everyone in the place started cheering, but my eyes were locked on Edward. "You may want one, especially with the set list they have prepared."

Should I have a drink? Or would it be safer, and smarter, to stay sober for the night? Would I really have that different of a night if I decided not to drink? Or should I drink to get some liquid courage and to make it through this Dave Matthews cover band?

A/N: Remember do not go to the next chapter!

You know what this means, you pick!

Do you think Bella should really go all out and have a drink? Or do you think club soda is just fine for her to stick with? It's up to you!

If you think Bella needs some more liquid courage go to chapter 7

If you think Bella should stick with club soda, play it safe go to chapter 2