Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
This is my first fanfic, so I really hope you like it!
Once upon a time there was a princess. The princess fell in love with a gorgeous prince and they lived happy ever after. That's how most fairy tales go, right? Well, I wish I could say that's how mine went, but it's not. Not everyone gets their happy ending right away. Sometimes you have to go through some complications, but it always works out in the end. So I, Isabella Marie Swan, shall tell my story.
(5 months earlier)
"Alice, do you really insist on dressing me?" I said to my roommate. We have been living together for about two years, right after we graduated high school we got an apartment together.
Alice was definitely what you would call hyperactive. She had pixie-like features and short black spiky hair. Alice pretty much lives for shopping. Then there's of course my other best friend Rosalie, or Rose as we like to call her. She is so gorgeous and she could easily be mistaken for a model. It takes a lot for her to trust someone, but once she does, she is the greatest friend anyone could ask for.
Alice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Yes Bella, not that you don't have great fashion sense, I just want you to look perfect for tonight. I mean after all we are going to a club, and it might be nice for you to meet a cute guy..."
It was true, I did have pretty good fashion sense, but about the guy thing...
"Alice, you know I am not really looking for a boyfriend right now." I said.
My last relationship didn't work out too well for me. His name was Jacob, and it was senior year of highschool. I guess he was what most people would consider a 'player' and I truly thought that I had changed him for the better. Apparently not. We were going to an end of the year party, and I caught him in a room making out with a random slut. Well, I guess I shouldn't call her a slut considering I didn't even know her, and she might not have known that he was my boyfriend, but that's beside the point...
"I know Bells, but I have a good feeling about tonight!" Alice replied, oh-so cheerfully, just as Rose came barging in.
Oh yes, that's another thing I should mention about Alice. She sometimes gets these 'feelings'. Sometimes I like to joke that she can tell the future, but she just shrugs and says she's good at guessing.
"Oh no, is 'Psychic-Alice' having another one of her 'feelings'." Rose said mockingly.
"Mock all you want, but once you sluts actually find true love after I tell you that you will, you wont be laughing so much." She said, with a smug expression.
Uh..
Rose and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
"Yeah Alice, because I'm sure that we will find our 'true loves' tonight." I said after we calmed down.
"Oh stop being a bitch and go get ready, Bells." Alice said.
So I got up off the floor after picking up the beige tunic that she wanted me to wear. I went to the bathroom, changed quickly, then put on some black leggings with white ballet flats. I looked in the mirror, and had to admit, I looked pretty damn good. Not too much makeup, just some mascara with light eyeshadow to make my brown eyes 'pop' and lip gloss. My brown hair was naturally wavy, so I just left it the way it was. It reaches down to the middle of my back.
I went into my room, grabbed my cell phone and fake Id since we weren't 21 yet, and walked to the living room. I told Rose and Alice that I was ready to go.
We got to the club, went to the bouncer, a burly guy with curly black hair, and showed him our Ids.
He looked suspicious, but let us in without a word.
The music was blaring, and the place smelt like alcohol.
"I'm going to get us drinks!" I yelled, over the music.
"Mmkay," my friends responded.
I went to the bar, quickly ordered out favorite drinks, and made my way back to Alice and Rose.
We sat there for about 20 minutes, chatting happily and drinking.
The bartender suddenly came up and handed me a drink.
"Oh, sorry I didn't order another one!" I said to him.
"That guy ordered it and told me to give it to you." He said, pointing to literally the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen in my entire life. He had bronze colored hair, and he wasn't huge, but he definitely had some muscles. He was staring straight at me. My mouth dropped open before I realized what I was doing, and I quickly closed it, but I have a feeling he saw, because he was smirking in my direction.
Dang, he's probably a player I thought.
Alice and Rose were giggling.
"Woo! He's hot Bells!" Alice said, slightly slurred. How that girl can get tipsy that fast, I will never know.
"Wow! Break me off a piece of 'dat!" Rose said, laughing her ass off.
"Guys, this is so NOT funny! He's probably a player!" I said voicing my thoughts.
"Awe, come on Isabella, have some fun!" Alice yelled.
I looked back over there to see him still looking at me intently.
Eh, what the heck.
I got up and made my way over to him, looking in his gorgeous emerald colored eyes.
"Hey, thanks for the drink." I said.
"No problem, it was my pleasure." He said with a wink, emphasizing the 'pleasure' part.
Total player.
"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"Why do you wanna know?" I asked him, a little icily.
He simply shrugged and said, "Just wanted the name of the most gorgeous girl in the room."
I snorted, but ignored him.
"What's yours?" I asked.
He looked confused.
"My what?"
"Your name..." I said in a 'duh' tone.
"Why should I tell you mine when I don't know yours?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
I shrugged.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Twenty.. You?" I asked, sounding bored. He just seemed amused.
"Twenty-three."
Before I could say anything back, Alice and Rose came barreling towards us.
"BELLA!" They said in unison, giggling and slurring.
Damn, now my name's not so secret anymore. The green-eyed boy smiled triumphantly, and I swore he was about to pump his fist in the air in victory. I just glared at him. Stupid pretty boy with pretty hair and pretty muscles and...
My thoughts were interrupted by Alice incessantly tapping on my shoulder.
"Yes, Alice?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"LET'S DANCE BELLS!" She screamed.
"Okay Alice, jeez, I'm right here, no need to yell."
I looked over at the green-eyed boy, whom my friends apparently didn't notice, and he looked far too amused.
They dragged me to the dance floor, and we spent the rest of the night dancing.
We got home at around two in the morning, pretty drunk, but all in all it was a pretty good Friday night.
For some reason, I couldn't keep my thought off the gorgeous, arrogant, cocky green-eyed boy.
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