All things Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer, I'm just dabbling with her wonderful creations.

BPOV

I can't believe I was doing this, I never thought I'd have to resort to this. Charlie would be mortified but I couldn't put any more pressure on him. I stared at my computer screen in disgust, could I do this?

Could I sell my virginity?

I scanned the site again, it looked legit. There were at least 20 girls posing on the front page, all in different outfits, oozing sex appeal. They had their information posted next to their scandalous picture, name, age, how much they wanted. Oh god.

I can't do this.

I clicked off the site and closed my computer down. I looked at my nightstand, 7:20. I had time to shower before school. I grabbed my towel and headed for the bathroom, Charlie already left for work so it was clear. I adjusted the temperature and jumped in, the scolding water instantly relaxing my muscles.

I was stressed and tense, graduation was just around the corner and I had been accepted at Columbia but they didn't offer me a scholarship, I knew Charlie and Renee wouldn't be able to afford it and I was gutted. It was my dream to go to New York and attend Columbia but I couldn't blame Charlie or Renee, as soon as they heard I got in they were ecstatic but the mood was quickly dampened as reality dawned on us. They both tried to scrimp and scrap together what they had, Charlie offered to get a second mortgage but it still wouldn't be enough.

I let a few tears escape but quickly put myself together. I washed my hair in my favourite strawberry shampoo and scurried out the shower, I'd have to be quick if I didn't want to be late. Blowing out my hair it quickly dried into soft waves, I applied some mascara and then added my favourite nude lip gloss before dressing into a white tee and black skinny jeans, I grabbed my converse and ran out the door. My truck roared to life and I sighed in relief, still going old girl. Smiling and patting the steering wheel I reversed out, put my foot down and made it just in time for the first bell.

School flew by and before I knew it, it was lunch time; the cafeteria was buzzing. I took a seat at my usual table and placed my tray in front of me. Reaching into my book I grabbed Wuthering Heights and waited.

"Bellaaaa…" I looked up from my book and found Alice shaking her hand in front of me. "Girl do you ever stop reading?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "Sorry Ali, you were saying?" She growled at me.

"Don't call me Ali! You know I hate that name. Anyway, I was just wondering if you were coming over tonight?" I couldn't help but laugh, I did know that she hated that name.

"Sure, you want me to sleep over? Cos I'll need to get my stuff if you do." She gave me a look.

"Bella, you know you can always borrow my stuff. Oh and, how are you? How is Charlie?" Alice gave me a sympathetic look, ugh I had received this look for the past two weeks not only off her but off Charlie too.

"Please don't look at me like that, I'm okay. He's fine, he keeps suggesting Seattle University. I guess they have a good Creative Writing course." I shrugged, but I obviously wasn't fooling her. She opened her mouth but I put my hand up, I shook my head at her and turned back to my food. She grabbed my hand but remained silent, she knew my dream of wanting to go to New York, go make something of myself. She had been accepted at Parsons in New York, saying we'd get an apartment together.

Finally, the last bell rung, I met Alice in the parking lot and she babbled about face masks and a night of relaxation, to be honest I was looking forward to it. When I enthused about the foot spa she beamed, normally I would have moaned and complained. We went to Walmart and picked up some goodies and a few movies. As soon as we made it through the front door at Alice's I was pulled into a big, motherly hug.

"Bella!" Grace Brandon was the loveliest woman, she was divorced but was content. Even though Alice's father left them she still put a smile on and went about her day, filling in for Alice's dad and being the best parent she could possibly be. She owned a business selling the best tasting cakes in Forks, hands down and it was obvious everyone else thought so too.

"You're just in time, I've just finished making a Victoria Sponge cake, would you like some?" Before we could reply she was already busying herself, getting out some plates and cutting up pieces of the cake. Me and Alice giggled before sitting and scoffing down the cake.

It was delicious.