AN: This story was previously Rubia1516's. With her authorization I am able to continue with this story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all characters rightfully belong to Stephenie Meyer, well all of them except the ones I made up.
Chapter 1
Better Off Alone
Bella's POV:
"Bella, we have to go out tonight!" Rosalie informed me again, "We have all of our exams finished until after the brake. We haven't been out in forever. We're young, and single," She stopped pleading with her voice, and let her eyes take over.
"Agreed, we need to go out," Alice chirped, "Come on Bella, we could find you a hot guy to dance with…" She trailed of suggestively
"Just because that prick Gavin was such a let-down, doesn't mean all guys are," Alice turned to glare at Rosalie, and she cringed under her fierce expression, "I'm sorry, it just popped out." She murmured, and I felt bad for her because she really was too sweet, she just a tendency to let whatever she was thinking tumble out of her mouth. I flopped off my tall bed onto the floor next to her and gathered her into a hug.
"That's okay Rose, you didn't know," I kissed the top of her blonde locks, and she looked happy again, completely forgetting her word vomit, just like I had intended. I looked up at Alice, who was sitting on her equally tall bed which was opposite to mine, "It's not that I'm saying I don't want to date ever again, but it seems like whenever we go out I wind up meeting some hot, sweet guy that I think could be 'the one,' and he winds up being like Gavin-"
"An asshole cheater," Alice cut in,
"Exactly!" I pointed at her for emphasis, "I don't feel like having my heart stomped on right now, it's still a little squashed from Gavin." I wound a loose string from my boxers around my finger, thinking of what Gavin had done to me. Like Alice had said, Gavin was an asshole cheater, but I could have worked with the asshole if worse came to worse, the cheater was what crushed me; I had met Gavin at a frat party, and he had been everything I could have hoped for in a guy; smart, funny, sweet, caring, the whole deal. But within the first few months I had dated him, he changed in front of my eyes. Suddenly he was moody, and rash, more violent than before. Then the night came when I went home for the weekend, and Rosalie saw him making out with some bimbo at a party. I didn't talk to him when I got home, I avoided him, ignored his texts, and all of my friends kept him a safe distance from me with their threats. I cried over him for two days, then I woke up and was mad, just like that I went from miserable to mad. Now I'm not the kind of person to do anything about my want for revenge, so I let my friends do it for me in their own way; they dressed me up in my skimpiest clothes, and some of theirs, cut my hair, tried to convince me I was better than him. So I went to classes on Monday self-confident, sure, and mad. When we walked past Gavin they said his jaw hit the ground, but I didn't really care. Well, maybe it was a little satisfying, but I really just wanted him to move on like I was trying to.
"Maybe you just shouldn't meet any guys," Rosalie said absently, reaching forward to open my fridge for a soda. Alice perked up, and I noted the look on her face that alerted me that she had just had an idea.
"Rosalie, you are a genius!" Alice squealed, jumping up on the bed, her head almost reaching the roof, even though she was so tiny.
"I am?" Rose looked a little frightened,
"You are!" Alice hopped off the bed to grab her jewelry box full of money her parents sent her every month. "Rose, go grab a hundred dollars from your dorm. You too Bella."
"Alice," I needed to remind her, "Not all of us have amazing, rich, loving parents who send us money every month. Most of us are college juniors with no extra money at all, and are up to our eyeballs in debt."
"Oh!" Alice smacked her forehead, "I forgot! Okay, grab fifty then. Come on you guys, this won't be any fun with less than fifty." Rosalie sighed, and strolled out of the room to her dorm two doors down the hall. I leaned over and grabbed my pink shoebox of precious extra money from under my twin-sized bed, and grabbed out my last fifty-dollar bill. Rosalie walked back in, and flopped onto my bed as Alice sat next to me on the floor. "Gimme," Alice held out her hand for the bills, and we reluctantly handed over our money, wondering what her plan was. She put them the freezer, and smiled at us like she had a good secret.
"Spill," Rosalie said, "the suspense is killing me!"
"Okay," Alice said in a voice that sounded like it wanted to laugh, "Here are the rules to a little bet I propose that will help Bells and the rest of us get a good guy. But! On a condition, we have to go out tonight as a starting point." Rose and I nodded eagerly. Alice always had a way to know when something would work out, and we did need good boyfriends. Recently I had felt like I was the only single girl on Drexel campus besides my friends. "Rules!" Alice hopped up and grabbed her laptop to type them out;
"You can't give out your real name or phone number. That'll make it a little interesting. Next, you can't accept a date. Oh! You can't- in the case that you find a guy who likes you enough to stick around- kiss him (or anything else along those lines) until he says he loves you. That's a big step for a guy, and that way we know for sure he's interested in more than your bod. Also, for a catch, you can't tell him about the bet, or you lose. He has 2 months to tell you he loves you," she ignored our gasps of protest, "If you win, you get a hundred-fifty dollars, and five free excuses for not shopping with moi. Thought I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to Bella." I smiled bashfully, already liking this bet. I would definitely win! All I had to do was not tell a guy my name or number; this would be a piece of cake! "And, of course, the guy. If the guy finds out your name and phone number on his own, you get a free kiss. A real kiss. Agreed?"
"Agreed!" Rosalie and I shouted. Alice printed out the list, and taped it to our mirror, handing Rosalie and extra one.
"Now go get dressed babe, we'll be over in an hour." The next hour was spent showering, shaving, getting made-up, and dressed up. I was done twenty minutes before them, and I looked down at my outfit in the mirror before heading downstairs; I had my mahogany hair straightened, with a misty-eye makeup thing going on, not much make up, but my dress was what I loved most. I'd gotten it at an outlet for a song, and it was absolutely adorable; it was a shimmering green color that reminded me of spring in Forks. It was knee high, and spaghetti strapped, my favorite dress I owned. I had on the only pair of heels that I owned, and a matching clutch. Paired with a simple necklace, and bangle, it was the perfect club outfit. I went down the hall to the common room, and talked to Kyle who was playing cards with his friends until Alice and Rose finally walked in.
Rosalie, as usual, was flawless and beautiful in her black bubble dress. It had chunky straps with metallic trim. Almost too short, but not quite. She looked amazing. Even though she had on now jewelry, and no bag, it was just perfect, paired with simple black heels, and her hair in a perfect halo of curls. She had on eye makeup, but naturally red lips, like me.
Alice, on the other hand, looked like a sexy, stylish Egyptian. Her hair was the one exception. It was in the normal, cute spikes that I loved, and her outfit made her reek of confidence. She had on a Bubble hemline dress of silver coloring, and a chic embelished neckline. She had on matching silver heels, and a bangle and clutch that were similar to mine, but also in silver. Her cute silver hoops accentuated the scoop neck, and she looked amazing with her sliver swirl eye shadow that she didn't need because of her dark lashes and light skin.
Kyle and his friends whistled rudely, and they grinned, spinning, while I said goodbye to Kyle and his comical friends, and grabbed the girls to lead them towards the elevators.
"Come on girls, I have a bet to win." I giggled.
Finding a Good Man
Rosalie's POV:
The club music traveled from the speakers through the floor and into my body before we even got into the club. I led the way to the front door of the club and kissed Liam on the cheek before cutting the entire line and walking into the club. I grinned as I walked in, the energy of the place was intoxicating, and my body was dancing of its own accord. I danced my way to the outskirts of the room, and dragged my friends into an upper-level booth lined with red leather. Since we'd gotten in the room, Alice had seemed a little antsy, so I suggested she went to get us drinks. We'd only been there ten minutes, and I hoped she calmed down a little. I began to talk about random topics with Bella while we waited for Alice to get back, but while I chatted about what an impossible asshole our biology teacher was, I was really searching the crowd for a good, sexy guy.
The purpose of the seat I chose was not to get away from the hustle-bustle; I adored the hustle-bustle. I sat here to have a perch. I was the adorable tweety bird without the lisp. And I was looking for a nice little canary to keep me company.
Bossy
Alice's POV:
"Two apple martinis and a sex on the beach," I said to the busy bartender; I knew it would take him a while, so I smoothed my dress against my thighs and planted my butt on the stool, bobbing my leg rapidly as soon as I was situated. I stared at the door anxiously. I felt like I was waiting for someone, and I was never wrong. My stomach was filled with what felt like extremely energetic butterflies.
I watched random people walk into the club until finally a tall blonde guy with some friends walked in the door, and my breath caught in my throat. Suddenly, the butterflies were gone, he was finally here. Completely forgetting my drinks, I strutted up to him supermodel style, and by the time I got to him I was a little peeved, though I didn't know why. Much to my surprise, my voice let me know why against my will. I stopped in front of him, my hands on my hips, eyes narrowed, and said,
"You've kept me waiting," my voice was laced with annoyance, but still playful. He surprised me even more with his response, and it made me realize I could love him,
"I'm sorry," he held out his hand, and I grinned, taking it and ignoring the looks his friends were exchanging.
"That's okay, you're forgiven," I said, leading him to the bar.
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