A/N: Hey so this is my story "High Hopes in Velvet Ropes". It is currently being re-beted and the chapters are being replaced with the new ones. I just want to give amazing thanks to my Beta Maitressesaint. She is a true God send.

Summary: Bella's Bad Girl cousin Peyton is sent to live with her uncle Charlie and Bella after messing up back home. Here she tries to fit in with Bella and her friends and pass the time till she can leave. What happens when she meets her match with no other than Jasper Cullen. AH / OOC

Disclaimer: Anything Twilight related belongs to SM. I do however own Peyton.

PPOV

Fuck alcohol! I blame all of this on Jim, Jack, and Jose. It was the first and only time I had a party while my parents were out of town. It became out of control, the cops were called and I was caught in bed with the quarterback and the wide receiver of the varsity football team. Did I mention that I was in my parent's bed and caught by none other than Mom and Pops themselves?

Again, I blamed the alcohol. If I didn't have those ten or twelve shots and six beers, I might have been able to keep the party under control, but no, I wasn't smart enough to play "responsible hostess". I wasn't smart enough to keep the party goers out of Mrs. Peterson's backyard. Because if I had been, they wouldn't have proceeded to pee in her pool, shave her poodle, and use her hot tub for non-hot tubing activities. It wasn't like we didn't have a pool and hot tub.

So there I was, sitting at LAX, waiting for my flight to Seattle. From Seattle I would take a honky tonk plane to some dead beat town called Port Angeles where I would be picked up by my cousin, Bella. Thank God my uncle isn't picking me up. It's already bad enough I'm being exiled to the rainy town of Forks, Washington to live with my police chief of an uncle, Charlie. I really didn't need to spend time with him on a long ass car ride.

My parents thought it would do me some good to live with him and gain some of the values I was obviously lacking while living with them. Total bullshit, in my opinion. They were probably looking for the right excuse to ship me off for years, and I finally fucked up bad enough for them to do it. Fuck my life…

A/N: I know it's short but the chapters are longer. I hope you guys like it. And as you can tell I have a new name, TwiOthGirly!

Title of the story:

High Hopes in Velvet Ropes – The Cab