hey, I've been writing this story for a while now, and I recently just found this website, so I decided that I would try it out. I hope that you enjoy my stories, and please umm... "review". So I hope nobody minds but I mixed up the characters in my story.
"Who would buy something like that?" Rosalie Hale grabbed the Elle magazine her friend Bella Swan was holding. It was open to a page full of hideous black-and-white dresses that looked like they'd walked out of an Alice and Wonderland nightmare - all checkerboard patterns and ridiculously poufy skirts. It was only one month until prom, and neither of them had a dress yet. But if this was the junk the fashion world was offering, Rosalie thought she might be better off without one. "I wouldn't even wear these on a dare."
"Please. You've never taken a dare in your life," Bella pointed out, leaning back in the blue vinyl booth at Fiona's Bagel and Coffee Shop, sipping her Cappuccino. All around them groups of kids from Forks High sipped their coffees and chowed down on yummy chocolate desserts. In the evening, it was a favourite hangout spot for High school students and the cooler of eighth graders.
"It's true," Jasper Whitlock added from across the table, gesturing with a decadent-looking forkful of chocolate cake.
Bella blushed fiercely under her pale skin, and she pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder so she could busy herself with tugging at it, her dark brown eyes fixed on her half eaten chocolate donut. Rosalie had come to recognize it as a nervous gesture, one often inspired by Jasper. Even though the two of them had been neighbours since they were on tricycles, Bella had been harbouring a huge crush on Jasper for the past couple of years. Jasper, however, was totally and completely oblivious.
"I've taken a dare!" Rosalie protested, snatching the fork from Jasper's hand. She took a huge bite from the cake and pushed the plate back across the table. "Okay so I don't like people telling me what to do. That's not news." Rosalie pulled her longs legs up underneath her on the bench. She tossed the mag aside and picked up her black-and-white cookie, taking a bite out of the white side. Slumping down, back next to Bella, she moved her head until she found a comfortable position - one that kept her high, thick blonde ponytail from jabbing into the back of her head. "Where the hell is Alice already?"
Alice and Rosalie had been best friends since they shared a desk pod together in first grade, and when they met Jasper and Bella in middle school, the four melded together into a perfect little foursome. Even though Jasper didn't always chill with them now, they were still really close and had promised Alice they would meet to talk about prom, since, naturally, they were all going together. "You told her Fiona's right? Not Starbucks?"
"Why would we ever tell her Starbucks? We never go to Starbucks. It's evil," Jasper said, glaring out the window at the new shop that had gone up across the street last winter.
"Please. You're so addicted to their Frappuccinos," Rose scoffed.
"They do make a mean Frappuccino," Jasper agreed, staring into his plain coffee.
"Jasper! God!" Rose whacked his arm. "Fiona's right there."
They all glanced over at the elderly woman behind the counter, who seemed to live in her shop. She was currently counting out change for Jessica Stanley, one of their classmates. Normally loud and totally obnoxious, Jessica waited patiently, snapping her gun as Fiona counted out her pennies one by one. Everyone was patient for Fiona.
"It's not like she can hear us," Bella said, lowering her voice.
"She turns her hearing aid down when the place is this jam packed," Jasper added, shoving his long blonde hair away from his large grey eyes.
"Jesus, it's not even really that full Jasper," Rose scoffed.
"Whatever Blondie," Jasper replied, licking his fork.
"You're not exactly a brunette yourself you reject," Rose snapped impatiently.
"Tell me how you really feel," Jasper shot back, smoothing his hair again.
Just then the front door opened and in walked their significant fourth, Alice Cullen. Tonight, Alice looked as perfect as ever in a light red turtle neck sweater, white skinny jeans and black ankle boots. Her deathly pale skin was blemish free her straight hair pushed back with a red headband and tiny diamonds shined in her ears.
"Omigod! You guys are so gonna love me!" Alice squealed, rushing over to their table. She slapped a purple binder down on the table with the words Prom scrawled across in big glitter letters.
"Uh, you really want to bring that thing out in public?" Rose asked as Alice scooted in next to Jasper. It was Alice's infamous Prom Planner, which she'd been working on since seventh grade.
"Uh, yeah, I do. Since it had inside..." Alice rifled through the many colourful, bent pages filled with dresses, jewellery, shoes, flowers, hairstyles and other random pages she'd collected, and yanked a yellow sheet out from the back. "Ta-da!" she announced, holding it up with a huge grin. "One receipt for a white Mercedes stretch limo!"
"What!" Rose gasped, grabbing the page.
"I booked it this afternoon. It's perfect and it's all ours," Alice said giddily. "It fits four couples, so we're all in!"
"Al, this is off the hook!"
Rose saw the rental fee total at the bottom of the page and whistled under her breath. None of them could afford this on their own. Jasper's father was an art collector, his mother owned a small diner on main street. Bella's father was the Chief of Police, and made a small earning. Her father worked at the bank, her mother sold makeup and cosmetic's, and performed in the theatre performances.
"Um, Alice? This is steeper than Mount Everest."
"It's already paid for," Alice said, waving a hand. "I got graduation money from my grandparents, it was about four times more than I thought it would be."
"You're kidding?" Bella said. Alice's grandparents were old actor's, who used to star in black and white movies, her father, Carlisle, was a surgeon, and her mother, Esme, had a cookbook published. Her grandparents were always bestowing insane gifts on their grandchildren, Alice and Cynthia, Alice's eight year old sister. "Alice that's amazing."
"In that case, wanna pay for my tux, too?" Jasper joked, gulping down his coffee.
"Why not? I paid for Mike's," Alice said, grabbing Bella's unused fork and digging into Jasper's cake.
Bella, Rose and Jasper exchanged a look of doom. "You didn't," Rose said.
Alice shrugged. "That's what people do when they're in a mature relationship, Rose," She replied, taking on the tone of a kindergarten teacher.
"Yeah, or when one person is totally taking advantage of the other," Jasper muttered. A comment Alice ignored, as usual.
Rosalie, however, was thoroughly irritated. Alice was valedictorian of their class, captain of the girls softball team; she never drank, smoked or cursed and had recently received a commendation from the mayor of Forks for her volunteer work with Meals on Wheels, She'd been accepted into Stanford University for early admission. She was the class's crown jewel. Her boyfriend, Mike Newton , however, was the class screw-up. Mike was constantly late, skipped class, rolled joints and talking back to teachers just to prove he could. Everyone knew he was a jerk, but Alice maintained that he was just misunderstood and that nobody knew Mike the way she did. Unfortunately, Rose had a feeling it was the other way around : Everyone in the world could read Mike Newton like a book - a seriously trashy, bargain-bin novel, to be exact - but he had Alice totally and completely fooled.
"He just spent all his money on his car, so he was totally tapped out," Alice explained."And my date is not going to prom in jeans a T-shirt."
"Well, he should have saved. Everyone knows how important prom is to you," Rosalie said. "Or is he the only one who never been taken on a page-by-page tour of that?" she asked, motioning to the prom book.
"Hey. Do not dis the book," Alice scolded placing a protective hand on the front cover. "And yes, he has seen it. In fact, he got the exact tuxedo I picked out for him from the sophomore year Teen Vogue prom issue," she added proudly. "Speaking of which, has Eric rented his tux yet?"
Rosalie took a deep breath. She had been hoping to avoid this conversation, but she should have known better. "Um... Eric and I kind of broke up." Rosalie picked at a random crusty stain on the vinyl.
"What? When?" Alice demanded.
"Did you know?" Bella asked, reaching across the table to smack his arm.
"Uh ... I talked to Eric this morning," Jasper replied, rubbing his arm and looking snagged.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Bella demanded.
"Hello, I'm a guy. We have a code." Jasper rolled his eyes.
"Rose, what happened?" Alice interrupted, "I thought-"
Rosalie held up her hands, and her friends fell silent. "We broke up last night. No big. It had to happen eventually."
She cracked off the black half of her cookie, folded it, and shoved the whole thing into her mouth, looking out the window in hopes of putting a quick end to the subject. Across the street, Starbucks was overflowing with freshmen and sophomores who weren't cool enough yet to get the understated allure of Fiona's.
"Rose what happened? Why didn't you call?" Bella asked.
"Are you okay?" Alice put in.
"I'm fine," Rosalie said. "We only went out for, like, three weeks. It's not the end of the world."
It wasn't like she could actually tell her friends the truth. Eric had told her he liked her, but said it was pretty clear that she didn't actually like him Every guy Rosalie had gone out with since middle school had said the same thing - or some variation of it.
"He broke up with you didn't he?" Alice asked softly. Then, when Rosalie didn't answer, she groaned. "Rose, I told you that if you kept picking on him like that-"
Rosalie sighed. They had this conversation ten million times before. Todd Marx had been Rosalie's eighth grade boyfriends. They had gone out for months, and Rosalie had been crazy for him. He was smart, funny, athletic, hot, and totally attentive for an eighth grade boy. Everything she could ever imagined wanting in a boyfriend. And then, out of the blue, he'd broken up with her for another girl, and Rosalie had been crushed. But she had gotten over it and Todd had moved away and that was that. Rosalie thought it was mildly ridiculous that her friends thought that this one thing affected every relationship she'd had since. Rosalie never thought about Todd except when Bella and Alice brought him up, well, almost never.
"Can we please change the subject?" Rosalie asked, staring out the window again. Instantly, her heart dropped and she dropped her cookie. She could not be seeing what she thought she was seeing. No way. No ... freaking ... way. She kicked Jasper under the table and nodded towards Starbucks.
Jasper looked out the window, and his grey eyes grew wide. "Oh my god," he said.
"What?" Alice said, looking over.
"Alice! Don't!" Rosalie said automatically. Rose thought she was going to hyperventilate. Mike Newton, the guy Alice had been dating on-and-off since freshmen year, the guy she was so in love with she was somehow blinded to the fact he was a total sleezeball, had just walked out of Starbucks with his arm around Lauren Mallory - a sophomore who took her imitation of trashy celelbutante fashion way too far. And now, he was pressing her up against the brick wall of the building, shoving his tongue so far down her throat, she was gonna need the heimlich.
And Alice had seen the whole thing. Her face paled, if possible, and she made a choking noise in the back of her throat.
"Oh my God," Bella said finally, catching on. She looked fretfully at Alice. "Al, it's-"
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Alice rambled.
She shoved herself out of the booth and ran outside. For a split second, Rose was too stunned to move. Then she, Bella and Jasper all jumped up and followed. Alice stormed to the corner, where the evening traffic was lazily making its way down the road.
"Mike!" Alice yelled at the top of her lungs.
Across the street, Mike sprang away from Lauren. Alice quickly looked both ways, somehow judging that the oncoming Jeep Wrangler was not going to hit her, and dived into the street.
"Alice!" Rosalie screeched, shoving her hands into the pockets of her black jacket and running after her friend.
Jasper ran out ahead of Rosalie and threw his arms up to stop traffic. The Jeep slammed on its brakes and squealed to a stop.
"What the hell are you doing?" the driver shouted.
"Sorry! Crisis in the making here," Jasper said. He waved Bella and Rosalie across the street, then quickly followed.
"What are you doing?" Alice cried as all the kids on the sidewalk stopped to stare.
Mike backed away from Lauren as if she was on fire and gaped at Alice. His light blue eyes looked around wildly, as if looking for an escape route. Rosalie only hoped he would try to get past her. Then she could punch him right in the infuriatingly hot face.
"Alice!" Mike said, stunned.
"Oh, please. Half the school is here," Rosalie blurted, her hands curled into fists. "Did you really think you wouldn't get caught?"
"Back off," Mike snapped at Rosalie. "This is none of your business."
Rosalie gritted her teeth and fumed.
"What's going on?" Alice asked shakily.
Mike looked imploringly at Alice. "Baby... can we go somewhere and talk... alone?"
"Hey!" Lauren protested, crossing her skinny arms over her barely-there tank top. "You told me you broke up with her."
Rosalie's heart plummeted as Alice's eyes filled with tears. "What? Mike ... you're breaking up with me?"
Mike glanced around and seemed to realize there was no way out of this. He looked at the ground, running a hand threw his spiked blonde hair and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Alice . . . I'm with Lauren now."
"With her? With her?" Alice blurted. "For how long?"
"About a month," Lauren said smugly, sliding her arm around Mikes waist and snuggling into his side.
"The last-" Alice buckled slightly, as if she'd been kicked in the knee's. All air left Rosalie's lungs and Bella stepped over and put her arm around Alice. Alice started convulsing, and Rosalie took her other side, and watched the tears stream from Alice's small hazel eyes and glared at Mike.
"Ali, please ..." Mike said, releasing himself from Lauren's grasp. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"
Rosalie stepped in front of Alice and Bella. "Walk away, walk away right now," she said through her teeth.
Mike snorted a laugh. "You can't tell me what to do."
"I think we just did," Jasper said, stepping up between Mike and the girls and getting right in Mike's face.
Jasper had aproxamitely four inchs and twenty pounds on Mike, and a flash of fear hit his face. Coward. Mike raised his hands and backed off. Rosalie knew he welcomed the excuse not to deal. Just like all the times he'd broken up with Alice - via note, e-mail, text message, a message on her voice mail. It was always the most cowardly way possible. And yet, Alice took him back, Every time. No matter what.
Well, maybe that was all about the change. Alice couldn't forgive him this time. This time he'd actually cheated on her. And half the school had witnessed it.
"Alice, are you okay?" Bella asked as Mike and Lauren walked away.
"He's been cheating on me for a month!" Alice blurted, hugging Bella and clinging to her light green sweater. "A month! How it that even possible?"
"I know Al, I'm sorry," Bella said, stroking her hair.
Rosalie glanced around at the freshmen and sophomores, who were still looking and eavesdropping. Rose glared at all of them and gently tugged Alice towards the street.
"And with Lauren Mallory!" Alice ranted. "She's a ... a ... "
Skank? Bitch? Ho? Whore ? Easy McSlutty? Rosalie thought.
".. sophomore!" Alice wailed.
Bella frowned sympathetically. "We know, Al."
"It's gonna be okay." Rosalie put a hand on her friends back. Her heart felt sick, worse that when Eric had dumped her last night. This was Alice. Her best friend since Elementary. Alice's heartache had more of an effect on Rosalie that her own did. "Come on. Let's get out of here," Rose said.
"I'll go get our stuff and meet up from you guys," Jasper said, jogging over to Fiona's.
Rosalie led the two girls over to her car, and smiled at Alice. "Don't worry Al," Bella said as they headed down the street. "Everything's gonna be okay."
"Yeah it is, if it isn't I'm going to go over there and personally kick his ass. Believe me," Rosalie said, determined. "That idiot has broken your heard for the last time.