Chapter One
Bella's Point of View
Noise was everywhere in the crowded house. I had to cover my ears at multiple vases shattering various times. Random teens surrounded me. It was a maze just to find your way to the bathroom! Not that the bathroom would be open, kids were in lines at all four of this kids bathroom! All of them puking at the massive gulps of alcohol they had swallowed into their system. I shivered at the thought. My dad, Charlie's ex had been an addict and was always puking in our bathroom. She was always drunk and could give a shit less about me. All she wanted was my dad's sperm. You could hear kid's barfing everywhere.
A girl bumped into me and my elbow jabbed into her stomach. She groaned before leaning down and vomiting. I jumped back from her and quickly walked away and covered my mouth. I could never stand the smell of vomit. Even worse, watching it come freshly out of her stomach.
I took deep breaths trying to block out the smell. It was burned into my nostrils. I walked over to the kitchen and opened a window. Fresh air swiped my face and I let out a sigh of relief. The sun was setting and different shades of pink, orange, and dashes of purple splashed over the sky.
I had wanted to get out of here the second I stepped through the door frame. I had a bad feeling about this party. But Alice, my over look-on-the-bright-side optimistic sister, promised me it'd be fun. What is fun to her?
I had lost Alice five minutes after arriving and hadn't bothered to find her. There were too many kids in this place, at least half our grade plus random idiot/assholes. I turned around and rose my head trying to see over the mess of people. Maybe I could see Alice and drag her out of this place. It was useless. I was too short to see.
I remembered I had my phone with me and grabbed it. My other sister, Rosalie, was at home. She was a freshmen in collage and swore she wouldn't dare show her face in a "kiddy party." Rose was my only hope. Hopeful, I retrieved my phone from my pocket, only to find it dead.
Crap. I'm never going to get out of here. Alive, anyway.
Who's party was this? I walked out of the kitchen scanning for pictures. One picture remained on the wall. Mike Newton.
Damn. If I ever had a party like this at myself Charlie would kill me! He could seriously kill me, though. He's a police officer. Wow. Alice is going to get it when she comes home drunk.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walk into the kitchen. I, being the curious idiot I am, followed. I stood against the wall, covered in the shadows. The guy had pale skin, beautiful shade. He wore a dark green sweater and jeans. His outfit was way simpler then any others here. Everyone else's outfits looked trampy. Minus his and mine. The guy turned around and spotted me. We starred at each other for seconds. He had emerald green eyes that had a light yellow line around the iris. I could stare into them forever. One corner of his mouth turned up into a smile. A beautiful crooked smile painted across his face.
"I'm sorry, miss." He said, "Did you want something?"
I shook my head no and he smiled more.
"Drunk?" He asked.
"No."
"That makes two of us." He said with a light chuckle.
He tossed an apple in the air and it made a 360 turn. I followed it with my eyes. He leaned on the counter smiling.
"You want one?" He asked meeting my gaze.
"No." I whispered.
"I'm Edward."
"Bella."
Edward extended his hand and I shook it. As our hands were together someone came behind us and hand cuffed us.
