BPOV

DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, bless her little heart =P

**********By the way my Chapter titles have no relation to the actual story, they are just favorite songs of mine.

"Prom sucks", I muttered as I stared at the flyer in the hallway of Forks High School. Sometimes I feel like the biggest geek on the planet, especially with prom two weeks away and zero prospects. I walked forward with an arm outstretched eager to rid this particular locker of its tauntingly correct information. Just then Emmett Cullen ripped it open and began furiously shoving books inside of it.

"Em!" I said frustrated.

"Hey Belly Bean how's it hangin shawty?

"Jesus Emmett will you cut that shit out!"

"What's got you all out of sorts today?"

"The fact that your always so fucking giddy, its like we're victims of freaky friday, the different sexes version"

"Aww Bella baby if you wanted to see my naked body all you had to do is ask" he said with a grin and a wink.

"Real nice, speaking of naked bodies, wheres your asshole brother?"

"Ed's staying home today" he said moodily as if he was upset that I spoke of Edward.

Normally that's my cue to drop it. When it comes to competition Emmett always wins, every time except for once, and that battle was over me.

"Ugh I'll see you at lunch then" I slurred annoyed. Eddy always skips.

Edward and Emmett Culllen are twin brothers, well fraternal twins anyway. Both are stunningly gorgeous which is outwardly odd to me. You always have an ugly twin and a pretty twin, but these two looked like they walked off of Abercrombie Billboards. It was seriously a challenging task to decide which one was more attractive. I stopped trying a long time ago. I'm sure your wondering why the hell i'm pissing about a prom date when I have two beautiful men at my disposal, but it really isn't all that easy. I guess I'll have to explain how we met.

I used to live in Phoenix, Arizona, where the sun is hot and the guys are hotter, so you can trust my judgment. I've seen many pretty faces. Anyway my mother Renee died of breast cancer. I wish I could say I was torn up about it, but the truth is I hardly knew my mother. My dad Charlie died when I was a baby and people say she wasn't the same since. When I sat at her funeral and heard people describe her full, happy life that entailed horse back riding and theater acting, I shed my first real tear over her death. Not because she was gone but because I wanted to know the real her, she sounded fun. I was mostly scared of where I would end up. I basically lived on my own for fifteen years and now I was to be plunged into some stranger's house, where I was sure to be a burden, and an outcast. But that's how I ended up in Forks. My dad was second cousins with the Newton family, and they graciously took me in. I can't say a bad thing about the Newtons. I call them Ward and June Cleaver, they are just those sort of parents. Plus they get a kick out of it...really, old folks are hilarious. The Beaver however, is far less enjoyable. Mike Newton, my distant cousin/ not so distant stalker is unavoidable and has eighteenth century views towards our relationship. That's code for he wants to get in my pants. Two words, not happening.

Mike is popular though, for reason's i'll never understand. So on my second night here he took it upon himself to proudly display the "hot girl" living with him, at one of Jessica Stanley's monthly parties. I liked the whole aspect of observing my peer's inebriated state as a first impression. Everyone being drunk off their asses really eased the tension of being the new girl. The entire night was filled with friendly conversation, old stories, and compliments that I was positive they would find really embarrassing to have admitted if they were sober. The only sour part of the evening was Mike's hands on approach, literally. It was disgusting and I tried to relay to as many people as possible that we were related and not an item.

It's definitely not easy handling the Beave. The more alcohol he consumed the more angry his demeanor developed. He was rude and mean and I recall at least twice him bringing up my dead parents in an ugly fashion. He's awfully lucky I'm not sensitive about the issue. At one point during one of these crude conversations I threw someone's drink in his face. It was just beer, nothing strong like the screw driver I had. Yes, he was repulsive but I didn't want him crying over stinging eyes, I was the only one to see that as a kind gesture given the circumstance. He wiped his eyes and pulled the back of my shirt yanking me backwards.

"Mike get the fuck off me", I yelped.

"You want me to fuck you?", he said wryly with a sickening smile. He proceeded then to laugh hysterically like he had just made the funniest joke of his life.

"I think Ward would be interested to know your a drunken pervert", I threatened.

"Who the fuck is Ward?", he screamed, a little too loudly. By now everyone was watching the scene.

I got a little nervous and turned to walk away from him, with his hands still on the back of my shirt. I falsely considered him to be a flimsy drunk, which I learned was entirely untrue. He was strong, and as I began taking steps, I realized I wasn't moving, not even slightly. I used a bit more force, he was sitting down after all, and soon I would be free of his grip. But the straining of my shirt against my chest just kept getting tighter. All of a sudden everyone single face in the place paled. It would of been one thing if my shirt had ripped and I had a bra on, but leave it to me to go commando this day of all days.

I didn't care how drunk anyone was, or who wouldn't remember I was mortified. I stood there cupping my bare breasts just begging to wake up from this dream. Eyes began to boggle and ogle every inch of my bare skin. I couldn't even believe it was happening. Then my savior arrived.

The most beautiful boy I'd ever seen jogged to the center of the room and boomed," You think that's hot?"

At first I thought he was insulting me, but as he started stripping down, even I almost forgot that I was standing there practically naked. He looked up at me with a bare chest himself, winked, and then tossed me his vintage Misfits band tee. I turned to face the wall and hurriedly pulled the shirt on, it smelled heavenly, like Big Red and oranges. When I turned around he was completely naked. For some reason that sight triggered the alcohol for me. I reverted back to my giggly teenage awkward stage and I was utterly embarrassed. I just wanted to leave and I started to, but he caught me on the porch.

"Did I help at all?", he said desperately and genuinely.

"Yes you have no idea how much, I'm Bella", I laughed, not purposely.

"Yeah I know", he blushed and put his head down, "i'm Edward..um Cullen."

I stood nervously shifting my gaze to anywhere but those penetrating green eyes.

"Well I guess you need your shirt back huh?"

"As much as I'd like to say yes...", he joked, " it's a chilly night and I can't have anyone eying my girl's goods."

I raised my eyebrow and tried my best to sound flirty and offended at the same time," Your girl?"

He smiled wide and leaned down to my face ," mmmhmm" he moaned in my ear. I thought I was going to melt, and the smile on his face told me he knew it.

He opened the door to the house and the noise from the party flooded into the cold air. He backed through the door frame and mouthed 'see ya at school'. He was such a player, that I could tell. He knew the game well too, trying to act nervous or shy in the beginning. But despite what I expected to be his tendencies, I remember myself thinking I would not mind being his girl.

That night I slept in his shirt.