Disclaimer: all twilight stuff belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Not me :{
Bella Swan stood on the corner, her sad chocolate eyes scanning her surroundings. Her matching chocolate hair that hung to her waist moved gently in the soft breeze. Standing at only five foot four, she was a small figure with nice curves and legs that looked deceivingly long in the short green skirt she wore. She picked at the hem of her bronze coloured midriff baring top with a bored look on her face.
"Bella? No jobs for you I see," sneered a nasal voice. Bella turned her head to see Lauren Mallory, a co-worker and to alot of people, giant pain in the ass. At five foot five, Lauren towered over Bella a little bit. But when she wore hideous stacked stilettos, like she was at the moment, Bella felt like a midget.
"I told them all if they wanted a whiny nasal bitch in heat, then they had to wait for your shift to start," Bella responded tartly with a smirk. Laurens' face went through a multitude of shades before settling on a nice blotchy red and her blue eyes narrowed into slits.
"Be careful Swan. Remarks like that end up having people fired, or worse," she spat, and flounced away, her blond hair swinging across her shoulders in an angry manner. Bella snorted to herself and turned back to face the street, boredom resuming its previous position on her features.
"BELLA! Hey!" a voice shouted from across the street and Bella looked over, a grin replacing the frown. Angela Webber bolted across the street, not heeding the blaring horns, and launched herself at Bella.
"Hey yourself Ang! How are you?" Bella laughed, enfolding her friend in a hug. Angela grinned up at her friend with mirth.
"I'm grand Bells, I just got back from the jewellers with Ben."
"The jewellers? Why there?" Bella looked confused, and then the comprehension dawned. "No way! You must be joking!"
Angela grinned again and held up her hand, where an engagement ring was now proudly nestled. Bella squealed and hugged her friend again, jumping for joy. They took a breather after a little bit, ignoring the stares they were receiving.
"I can't believe it. A year ago you were standing beside me at this very spot, meeting Ben and now he's proposed!" Bella was happy for her friend, but a small well of sadness took up residence in her chest. She knew due to her work no one would ever want her that way and so she had given up on any attempts to dive into the dating pool ever again. Angela smiled gently and knew what her friend was thinking.
"You know we've been through this conversation before Bella, and if it can happen to me, it's definitely going to happen to you."
Bella snorted in derision and shook her head.
"Angela Webber I would give you twenty bucks if a man would seriously consider dating me."
Angela grinned and nodded, "Sure. I'll take that bet."
Bella gaped at her friend, "Say what? I was kidding!"
"Nope, take this bet and if after 3 months you found nothing, I will never beg you about this subject ever again."
Bella frowned, thinking it over. Either way, if she got a man or she didn't, she would still win.
"Alright deal. But if I win after 3 months, you never ever EVER say anything regarding this subject again."
"Sweet Bells. No problem. But if I win, I get that twenty dollars AND I will never stop saying I told you so." They shook hands with a grin and then Angela squeaked when she looked at her watch.
"Crap! I've got to go see my parents and I'm late! I'll see you soon Bells. Catch up over dinner or something," Angela spoke quickly, hugged her friend and was gone. Bella sighed and leant against the wall of her work building, shading her eyes from the sun with her sunglasses. A whistle drew her gaze to the car that had parked a few feet away. She sauntered over and took of her shades, peering into the open window.
"Yes? Can I help you?" she asked the driver in a sultry voice.
"Yeah gorgeous. What rates you got going?" he asked, his brown eyes gazing down her form.
"That depends. You a cop?" Bella asked with a smirk.
"Nope, I'm usually a regular to Jessica, but when I rang she wasn't in."
"Alright then. Well that standard rate Jess has is the usual, but I charge you minimum fifty dollars per anything extra."
"Sounds good to me gorgeous. Want me to go in, or did you want to go to mine?" he grinned and ran a hand through his short black hair.
"I'll come with you. But it had better be clean and safe or you won't be pleased with the result," Bella spoke briskly, slid into the passenger side of the car and shot Lauren the bird when she saw her co-worker staring, " oh and no touching until we get there or I'll have to start charging you from the time you started speaking."
He nodded and the car took off, carrying Bella to her next job. Yes, that's right.
Isabella Maree Swan was a prostitute.