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No Call

I lifted my gaze from the purse and looked into Tanya's blue eyes. Her eyebrows rose in question, waiting for the final verdict.

"Tanya, I can't." I looked back down at my hands so I wouldn't see her disappointment. "I have a midterm paper that's due on Monday, and I really need to finish it. Plus, doesn't it make me seem way too eager if I call right away? Maybe if I jump to call him, he'll think I'll jump straight into bed with him."

"Bella, calling him when he asks isn't coming off as easy. I call guys practically as soon as they give me their number." I gave her a look that said my point exactly. "Whatever, prude!" She scoffed. "Just because I like to have fun doesn't mean I'm some slut. You should try it sometime. Maybe it will relieve some tension!"

I threw a pillow at Tanya, who still kept babbling on. "I think this is a huge mistake. But if you want to stay at home and study for you stupid class, then fine! Some of us are going to embrace life and go hard."

"With a motto like that, why wouldn't you?" I mumbled as she walked toward my bedroom door.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, remembering an awful moment from a few weekends ago. "Tanya! You just want me to get a boyfriend so I'm out more and you can have sex on the couch without me walking in on it."

Tanya shrugged indifferently to it all. If it was me, and my roommate reminded me of the time she saw me getting it from behind on the arm of the couch, my face would be as red as a tomato. Not Tanya.

"Why do you have to make it sound so bad?" She put her hands on her hips, and I held back a laugh. "I want to help you, Bella!"

"I know, and thank you. I just need to take it at my pace. Bella steps, if you will." She grumbled like a grouchy, old woman under her breath as she walked out, only to walk back in, her eyes bright, shining with mischief.

"What bar was it again?" She seemed too curious for her own good. I told her anyway, hoping she would just drop the subject.

She left me alone with my thoughts, and I instantly grabbed my purse. The business card was right on top, staring at me. I took it out and put it on my bulletin board.

It just wasn't my day to call him, and that was fine with me. Maybe before I did take that leap of faith and go out with him, I should get my life together. Like shower daily and not wear so much Lycra.

_CYOA_

I had come to terms with the fact that, yes, something amazing happened to me, but I needed time to process it. I got a lot accomplished. I took a shower that lasted long enough to wash my hair. I got a decent amount of laundry done—one load. And I put on an actual pair of jeans, not the pajama jeans I owned. I felt better about life already. I didn't need a guy to do that—I could do it by myself.

I was gathering all the books for my paper when Tanya knocked on my door. She was wearing some short, tight, black dress and smirked at me. "I would have let you borrow this for tonight if you had called him."

"Did you want me going for the vibe, 'I have daddy issues. Please see me as an object not a person'?"

She rolled her eyes at me and stomped out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I knew she meant well, but I wasn't going to be parading around in an outfit that could very well show my cooter if I decided to sit down. Studying is a much safer option than getting attacked in a dark alley because someone caught a glimpse of my sexy granny panties.

I threw the book bag over my shoulder and headed out the door. Tanya gave me a wave and a sad smile as I left. She wasn't really mad, and she knew I wasn't being mean. I felt like we had this argument frequently, but she always let me do my own thing.

The walk to the library wasn't that bad. The weather was still pretty warm, so people were making the most of it. Instead of fighting my way through a stream of people, I enjoyed walking at my own leisurely pace. The library was in the opposite direction of anything fun.

I wasn't a party animal like Tanya, so spending my nights at the library was pretty common for me. Tanya would get black-out drunk or find herself in some crazy situations, and I would be there to bail her out. It wasn't like I was doing anything important anyway. Well, not in her eyes. In reality, my studies meant everything to me. I dreamed of getting my Ph.D. in Sociology. I wanted to really work with people. And, in order to do that, I needed to focus all my attention on staying on the honor roll and adding as much as possible to my resume.

Tanya was getting a degree in Communications. She wanted to plan parties. Which was perfect for her. Her bubbly, happy-go-lucky personality was guaranteed to make her succeed. But the two of us just didn't seem to agree on some things. She would tell me that her crazy lifestyle was going to help her out with her career. I disagreed, but it was her life.

I made a beeline for my favorite table in the corner of the library when I saw it was free. It was right next to the window, and during the day, it had great natural light. I needed to get my vitamin D somehow since being outside all the time just wasn't in my schedule.

Plus, black yoga pants and sun made my legs sweaty. Gross.

I didn't think twice about Edward or his number as I powered up my laptop and lost myself in my studies.

_CYOA_

I barely noticed how fast the time passed, and I was hard at work on my concluding paragraph when I heard the chair next to me squeak against the linoleum floor. I looked up and came face to face with a guy from my gender studies class, Jacob Black.

Jacob was a nice guy. He was just a bit weird. I caught him sniffing me once when I raised my hand to answer a question in class—I mean full-on armpit sniff. He thought he was subtle, but with nostrils as big as his, I would have heard him a mile away.

"Hi, Jacob." I gave him a smile and then went back to my paper, hoping he would take the hint and not bother me.

"Hey, Bella." I could hear him taking a deep breath. Eh. I couldn't concentrate with that sound. "I saw you sitting here all alone and figured I'd come and talk to you."

"Oh. Well, I'm not alone, per se. I'm trying to get my midterm done." I gestured to the screen, my tone a little clipped with annoyance. But he just smiled at me, his nostrils flaring. He reminded me of an energetic puppy, the ones that just keep bringing you their ball to throw, even when you're clearly through.

"Cool!" He continued oblivious. "I haven't started mine yet. It seems like it's going to take a lot of work."

"Did you come here to work on it?" He didn't have anything with him, so the odds of him sitting down and cranking the paper out didn't seem likely.

"Oh, no! I just came here to see if I could play World of Warcraft on one of the computers. The Wi-Fi at the dorm is super slow. Don't they understand we're college kids? We need internet access." I held back an eye roll. That was the most passionate I'd seen him about anything, and it was about virtual wizards.

"Ah, well, have fun with that." I waited to hear the sound of him moving, walking away maybe, but instead I kept hearing his damn breathing. I snuck a glance at him and he was still sitting there, looking at me through the strands of his long, greasy black hair.

"Well, you're here. I don't want to leave you alone, ya know?" His smile was hopeful. I didn't know what to say.

Thankfully, I didn't have to say anything. Someone else said it for me.

"She isn't alone." Both Jake and I looked up and were greeted with the beautiful sight of Edward Cullen. He was standing there shooting an annoyed glance at Jacob. His eyes seemed to pop with his displeasure, and all I could think about was how green they looked behind his frames when he wore his green V-neck.

Jacob looked between Edward and me before focusing back on Edward. Thankfully, that meant he didn't notice my drooling. I almost felt bad about the hurt look on Jacob's face. It was as if he was pissed that we were being disturbed, when in reality he had imposed upon my study time.

"And who are you?" Jacob asked Edward. He tried to sound intimidating, but the nostril flare ruined it.

"Edward Cullen. I'm here because Bella and I have a study date. So if you would excuse us, we need to get to it." He slid smoothly into the chair across from me. His face was beaming with a smile when our eyes met.

I didn't even pay attention when Jacob left. I had no clue if he shoved the chair in anger or if he left peacefully. Edward had all my attention. Just seeing him sitting across from me had me wanting to pinch myself.

Was this really happening? And why did I think it was a great idea to not call him? I'm an idiot.

Edward tilted his head as he studied my face. We must have looked like some pair, just staring at each other wearing matching grins. I was so happy he was there.

But wait, how did he know where I was? Was he really a stalker? My face fell.

"What's wrong? Were you really here with that guy?" He seemed apologetic as he looked around for Jacob. "I'm sorry, I was told you were alone. But obviously you didn't call me because you had plans."

He was rambling and I couldn't help but swoon at his cuteness. "Someone told you I would be here? Alone?"

He nodded and fiddled with the pen I had on the table. I couldn't look away from his long fingers flipping the pen back and forth. "Your roommate, Tanya, she came to the bar. She actually made quite a scene." He laughed at the memory.

"She tends to do that." I smiled as I looked back at his face. His bronze hair fell behind his frames. I wanted to sweep it away but held myself back. Just.

He leaned closer to me, his confidence apparently returning. "She came in, in the middle of the band's first song, got on the bar and yelled for Edward. Everyone looked at her like she had taken crazy pills, and then I started walking toward her. Why, I don't know. But it got me here, so I can't complain."

My cheeks flushed, and he continued with his tale, adjusting his glasses as he spoke. "Believe it or not, there were two Edwards there, and we both knew you. She interrogated us, asking us which one asked you out. Found out the other Edward, the one in your philosophy class, he wants to ask you out. That confused her, so she asked us both what you were wearing. She couldn't be too sure which Edward was the one you didn't call."

Embarrassed and unable to meet Edward's eyes, I rested my head on the cool table. He just chuckled.

"I'm sorry about not calling," I said, looking back up at him. The expression on his face told me he understood and that he wasn't mad.

"I understand. Tanya told me. She said you're more on the shy side, while she is the exact opposite, which she really didn't have to say. I could already see that. But she told me not to give up on you because you're worth it. Which again, she really didn't have to say. I can see that too." I was glad I was sitting down because with a sweet comment like that, I would have melted to the floor like a pile of goo.

I knew I hadn't known him long, but it was like finding that one pair of jeans that fit so well; he felt comfortable and familiar. I'd heard about feelings like this before, but normally it was in some cheesy Hollywood movie. This was real though. To be honest, it was kind of scary.

"How have I not noticed you before?" I sat back in my chair. Maybe it was the butterflies in my stomach, but I did something very uncharacteristic for me and placed my hand in his.

"I wasn't trying to be noticed, Bella. I knew you were really dedicated to your studies. I didn't want to be a distraction or get rejected. But I'm glad you walked into me this morning, or else I don't know if I would have worked up the courage to talk to you." His ears got red, and I realized then that we had a lot in common. We were both geeky, shy people. That made me smile.

Tanya would always try to push me on the jock or stoner types. She wanted me to get some action and to lose my straight laced nature. But she didn't realize that I wasn't that person. I needed to feel something, and I needed it to be felt back. If she would have known Edward was right under my nose, I think she would have pushed me toward him as fast as she could.

We talked some more, the normal stuff you would talk about to get to know a person. It was great to see how compatible we were. I found out we both enjoyed classic literature. We loved Chinese food. And football season, in our opinion, is the worst sport season of the year. We both admitted the little theme song they played before the games would make us cringe.

We never had an uncomfortable moment, and there never seemed to be a lull in the conversation. The best part of it all was the fact that we never let go of each other's hands. Almost as if the idea of letting go would be like letting the magic run out. I wasn't complaining at all.

My stomach seemed to complain though, and its loud growl caused us to break our little bubble. He looked at his watch and sighed. "It's getting pretty late. We should probably get out of here so they don't think we're up to no good."

I looked over at the elderly librarian dozing off at her post and stifled a laugh. I nodded my head in agreement, and he helped me put all my books away. I guess I was getting the best of both worlds. I got almost all my midterm done, and I got to spend some time with Edward. I would be smiling for days just from remembering the feel of his hand tangled with mine.

We stepped out of the library doors and looked at each other. That seemed to be a turning point for us. Or at least it felt that way, especially when his gaze locked on my lips. I tried everything in my power to resist the urge to wet them. But I lost that battle. When he saw my pink tongue slide between my lips, he practically pounced closer to me.

"I'm trying to take things slow with you, Bella, but I can't not kiss you right now." His voice was heavy.

I gasped as his words hit home, causing my heart to flutter.

"Edward," I whispered as he gently cupped my cheeks in his hands, softly pressing his lips against mine. The spark between us seemed to ignite at our closeness.

I felt a wave of heat shoot down from the touch of his lips all the way to my toes. It clearly stopped a little longer below my belly button, and I felt myself getting even more excited than I was by his presence alone.

The kiss was slow and perfect. I loved the way he seemed to cradle me in his hands like I was a precious jewel he didn't want to let go of. His lips lingered against mine as we pulled away. I've never had a better first kiss in my life. From the look he was giving me, it seemed as if he felt the same way.

Looking back at him, I knew I had to make a choice. Thanks to Tanya, he found his way back to me when I didn't take him up on his offer earlier. I couldn't let him think our connection was over after tonight. I didn't know what to do. Just because I felt so strongly about him didn't mean I had to ask him to continue this right now.

If I did, would he expect for me to have sex with him? Would that really be a bad thing? Or should I wait for another date? I wanted to continue to see him, not just give it up and have him walk away. But if I gave it up, would he walk away?

Maybe I was thinking way too much into this. One kiss doesn't mean he expects me to jump into bed with him. Maybe he wants to hang out with me more? But maybe I should leave the evening here. Leave him wanting more?

I didn't know what to do, and he was staring at me waiting for me to say something. Clearly the ball was in my court, now which way to play it...

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

So Bella decided to wait on it, and Tanya wouldn't let her. She doesn't seem to be mad about it, so I think everything worked out well.

Now, what should she do next? Should she channel her inner Tanya and extend the night? That doesn't mean she's going to have to jump the guy, but coffee wouldn't hurt right? Or should she leave him waiting for more after that goodbye kiss and call him at a different time? Maybe some texting and phone calls will lead to the fifth date missionary sex?

The choice is yours!

If you think she should ask him to coffee go to chapter 6

If you think she should leave him wanting more go to chapter 4