AN: Hi hi! This isn't the sequel to Somebody Knows You Now but that's coming, I promise. I wanted to break away from that plot line for little while to write something a bit more light-hearted. I got the idea for this story from Win a Date with Tad Hamilton (LOVE IT!!) and it kind of took on a mind of it's own. The plot line is completely different so do go thinking the outcome is going to be the same or anything because it's not.
And again... Edward's a race car driver. Indy this time but other than the contest there is no racing or anything related to it in this story so if you don't like racing, it shouldn't affect your views on the story or interfere so much that you can't read it. Please read and review... Feedback always helps get updates posted!
And so I give you....
THIS YEAR'S GIRL
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, everything else belongs to the wonderful Mrs. Meyer.Prologue
Edward Masen scanned the faces surrounding him in the conference room. Esme Cullen, his car owner and adopted mother, smiled at the uncertainty that graced his handsome face as his friend and personal assistant Ben Cheney watched him expectantly.
"Who on earth came up with this lame ass idea?" Edward growled only to receive a chuckle from the man at his side.
Slowly turning his head, his gaze fell upon the smirking face of one Jasper Whitlock, a fellow racer and best friend. "Don't start with me. You've been bitching about not having a date for the banquet. If we do this you'll have one and on top of that, you'll know she's only after your money and who you are so you won't get caught up in some little game."
"You need some new endorsements because clearly all of that Patron you've been getting for free has finally killed your last brain cell." Edward rolled his eyes and flipped his sunglasses back over his eyes. "I'm not doing it."
"Yes you are," Esme said sternly. "It's already in the works. It's for one night Edward so grow up and deal with it."
She stood and grabbed her papers then left the room, leaving the three men alone.
"What's wrong Eddie? We thought you'd like the idea," Jasper chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he ran a hand through his unruly blond curls.
Edward scoffed. "Yeah. It'll be great when my date has two teeth, a lazy eye, a mullet and more body weight than a sumo wrestler. I can't wait."
Ben chuckled. "Oh come on. You think we'd let that happen."
"I don't see how you're going to be able to prevent it."
Jasper looked at Edward with a grin. "Hey just leave it to me. You know I wouldn't steer you wrong…"
"You mean like that time when we were in Mexico…"
"Or that one time when the plane…"
"Oh and how about when you had me walk…"
"Okay! Okay… Point taken. Just trust me on this one."
Mary Alice Brandon sat at her computer staring blankly at the screen as she waited for her roommate to get home, barely listening to the Indy race she had on in the background. "Come on, Bells," she muttered with a glance at the clock.
As if on cue, the slamming of the front door brought her to her feet and she rushed to the foyer to find Bella jogging up the stairs."
"Bells! Hold up!" she called, hurrying behind her.
She caught the bedroom door just before it slammed in her face and leaned against the frame. "What the hell?"
Bella Swan fell onto her bed quickly burying her face in her pillow. "Go away Ali, I'm not in the mood right now for your stupid IndyCar shit."
Alice walked further into the room and sat on the foot of the bed. "What'd he do now?"
Bella rolled onto her back and looked at her best friend, unable to conceal a small smile as her wide blue eyes blinked rapidly with curiousity. "What makes you think he did something now?"
"Hmm… Don't know. You run in, slam the door, don't say a word and bury your face in a pillow. Normal post James behavior if you ask me," Alice replied, ruffling her cropped black hair. "Plus your eyes are all puffy."
Bella sighed. "I don't know. He really doesn't even have to do anything anymore. Just being around him upsets me to the point that I can't even think straight."
"I don't know why you don't just break up with him."
"Because our parents have had our wedding invitations printed since birth?"
Alice shook her head. "Your parents aren't the ones that have to deal with him. I don't understand you richies."
"Yeah, well. Not all of us have the privilege to grow up in Forks and being given the opportunity to make our own decisions about our lives," Bella sighed.
Alice just scoffed. "Cause being brought up in run down two bedroom house with your grandmother and three cousins is so much better than a twenty room mansion in Seattle."
"Look, Al. We've done this before. I'd rather be loved and allowed to make my own decisions than to have all of the money in the world at my disposal. Do you remember what my parents did when I told them I was changing my major from business to art? They nearly disowned me and informed me that I was only going to school to bide my time until James graduated, they didn't intend for me to actually work."
"Again, I don't see the problem."
Bella stood up and began pacing the room. "The problem is I'm not going to have some man support me."
"Well, you fought them on school. Do the same with James."
Alice smiled and stood up, giving Bella a hug. "You wanna come watch the rest of the race with me?"
"I'm not that upset," Bella laughed. "And don't wake me up with all the squealing if that Jasper Masen guy you like so much wins. I don't care."
"It's Edward Masen and Jasper Whitlock."
Alice smiled and quickly went downstairs just in time to see Edward take the checkered just seconds before Jasper.
A moment later a commercial popped up on the screen that nearly had Alice screaming at the top of her lungs.
If you're an Edward Masen fan and between the ages of 18 and 24, you could be his date for the most important evening in IndyCar. Enter on his website between now and November 20. Please female entries only. Enter daily. No purchase necessary to win.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Alice sang quickly, rushing to her computer to log onto Edward's site.
She clicked on the link for the contest and filled out the form, a smile tugging at her lips as she pressed enter.