The Bet.


Disclaimer- Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Quick Note: Rated M for later chapter(s); AU equals OOCness, get it straight; both humans; title subject to change; every chapter will be in 3rd person…I think that's it for now.

"Yo E, over here!" Mike Newton called out to his best friend, Edward Masen. Edward glanced up and smiled slightly. He excused himself from the girls he was talking to and walked up to Mike.

"'Sup?" he asked.

"You hear about the two new girls?"

"Not yet. Should I have?" Edward asked.

"Ehhh, not sure yet. I need your opinion man," Mike said as he gestured to one of the new girls.

"You know her name yet?"

"I think that's Isabella Swan, you know, the chief's daughter," Mike said with a shrug.

"I give her a thumbs up," Edward said as he checked her out.

Isabella Swan stood at 5'4 with long, brown hair. Her eyes were also brown, but her skin was a pale color. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black hoodie.

"That's what I was thinking man, but I couldn't send word out till you'd seen her."

"What about the other one? You seen her yet?" Edward asked as he watched Isabella make her way inside the school.

"She's right there," Mike said pointing to her.

"She's a bit plain. You know her name too?" Edward asked.

"Angela Weber," Mike promptly answered.

"She's a bit too tall," Edward observed.

Angela Weber was 6'0 and one of the tallest girls at the school. Like Isabella, she had brown hair and eyes. The only difference was that hers were light brown instead of dark brown. She also wasn't nearly as pale as Bella was.

"I've got an idea," Mike said suddenly.

"That would be," Edward said, watching as a grin spread on his face.

"How do you feel about bets?"

"Depends on what I'm betting on," Edward said slowly.

"I think you'll like this one."

"Just spit it out already."

"Well, I don't think that you can fuck one of the new girls by the day after prom."

"Please. Look at who you're talking to."

"Would that be a yes, I accept the bet or a no?"

"That would be a yes. You're doing this too, right?"

"Of course. You can even pick which girl you want," Mike said.

"I'll take Isabella then," Edward said. "Are there any rules?"

"Nobody but us can know about this. You can't change the girl's appearance…" Mike said and trailed off. He couldn't think of any other rules.

"Don't fall in love with her," Edward said.

"And after you fuck her, tell her she was a good lay and split."

"And if we don't get laid?"

"Then…I'm not sure yet, but it'll be something embarrassing," Mike said with a shrug.

"What if you break the rules?"

"Your reputation will be ruined. Got it?"

"I got it."

"Bet starts now," Mike said as he walked after Angela.


Official bet time: January 18 at 7:50 a.m.

Author's note: So, what did you think? This freaking idea would not leave my head, so I had to write it. I don't like the conversation about the bet, so I'll be changing it soon. Short chapter, but it was the prologue and it had to set up the story; the rest will be longer. This was poorly edited, so I'll be fixing things later on when I have time. The next chapter should hopefully be up this weekend, only if I find the time between writing my research paper and working on a huge English project.

Reviews are appreciated.

- Alicia

To anyone who reads my other stories: they are all on a hiatus right now; I haven't been able to think of anything to write, sorry!