Come on Come on! Shake your money maker!
Take take your time do it right tonight
Double down another round
Everybody wears a crown
Place his face on my face
Send it into outer space
"God, Bella, why do you keep pissing all over my fire?" Jessica whined again, her slender make-up caked face now speckled with red blotches. Angela attempted to hide her amusement at Jessica's frustration, but meek smile cracked onto her face. Jessica flipped her light brown hair away from her line of vision, allowing the cold glare she had been stabbing me with to continue.
"Bella doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to," Angela reminded her, patting the small of her back in a soothing gesture.
Nobody needed another Jessica tantrum.
"But it's not something like this comes up every day, it's a once-in-a-teenage-lifetime experience!" She started sobbing, rubbing the watery liner her eyes were coated with with the back of her trembling hand.
"Jessica, it's a senior party, not your wedding day..."
Her loud crying filtered into my brain and bounced around like ADD'd children hyped up on sugar. It was not making studying for my Biology test any easier. Jessica continued to wail, and wail, and wail.
Bang bang bang . I pounded my head on the picnic table repeatedly.
Make. It. Stop.
After she had two Asian – eye like smears marring her face, I couldn't take anymore.
"God, I'll go, just make the noise go away," I groaned, the grain of the wood rough against my cheek.
"Gosh," she corrected me, already seeming completely back to her perky, squeaky self.
Bang Bang Bang.
It was just a silly party, how bad could it be?
"I look like a domestic abused Hungarian prostitute," I whined, pulling the edge of my skirt down the few inches it would stretch. I had dark purple eyeshadow thickly plastered on my eyelid, and then some extra three inches in all directions.
"You look hot," Jessica reassured, but her smirk told me another story.
"Yeah, corsets are in now," Angela added somewhat absentmindedly, her gaze trained at her hands which were neatly bedazzling her glasses with blue plastic rhinestones.
"But STD's aren't," I grumbled, slipping on the knee-high boots Jessica insisted I purchase at one of our rare Seattle shopping trips, even if they had made a reasonable dent in my college savings account.
"Alright monkeys, let's hit the road," I called out.
"But I only finished half of the second 'Sexy'"
"Ang, I don't think anyone will care if you have 'Sex' embezzled on your glasses."
"What the hell is this?" I gawked at the blazing red sign and billowing smoke.
"I don't understand,"
"Maybe I got the wrong address?" Jessica laughed dryly. Something told me this wasn't a mistake.
I grabbed the red Post-it from her shaking hand, hoping to get some answers.
Lauren Malory's Fierce Fashion Party
999 Gouge Ave.
Flaunt it if you got it! ;)
"Jessica, I'd hate to break it to you, but I don't think Lauren Mallory is a senior, nor would she have a slut party at eleven pm, in downtown Forks," I admitted, the corner of my mouth scrunching up.
"I can't believe this!" Jess shrieked and ran back to the bus-stop, her heels stomping as she huffed away.
Angela have me an apologetic look and turned to jog after her, in plans of calming her down I was sure. I glanced at my sketchy surroundings, morbidly curious as to why someone would try the three of us into arriving here.
Dante's Inferno.
A shiver ran up my spine.
Just as I was about to turn around and mock Jessica's weeping form, a bright streak of bronze passed in my peripherals. A slender, statuesque man dressed in black jogged up to me, his breath visible in the chill of the night air.
His smile was large and warm, almost as if he was greeting an old friend. Which would be cool, but it was dark, and the streets were somehow completely empty. The man's hand was thrust up to me, obviously wanting to hand shake, but all I manage to do in my cluster-fuck of vacant confusion was blink.
"Hello, my name is Edward," He greeted, his voice smooth and velvety. There was something awfully familiar about his voice. The was it almost dripped like honey, I swear I heard it before. The tone was different, although, too welcoming and nice. Where had I heard it before? I surely would have remembered if I'd seen him . He was insanely gorgeous. Unless I was in dire consequences I would have never missed a face like that.
Well, shit.
Like a badly structured bridge, all my thoughts seemed to collapse into sense.
"I know who you are," My eyes narrowed, studying his pale, smirking face.
"I believe you may," His smirk seemed to grow at my recognition.
"You're that voice, from my dream." I quipped, pointing my finger at his amused figure. He let out a low chuckle.
"If only you were so lucky," Edward shook his head taking a few steps forward. I matched him by backing up from his advances.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned, leaning away from his dark, dominating presence.
"Oh, sweet Isabella, I'm only here to claim what's rightfully mine," He explained, his voice rich and soothing. His head tilted and his hard smirk had transformed into a sweet smile.
"I'm sorry, I meant, what are you doing in reality? Shouldn't you be off with the Boogie Monster and the fuzzy thing that supposedly lives under my bed?" I clarified, still not completely sure as to what was happening.
He seemed genuinely surprised, and then puzzled. His shapely eyebrows must have been sculpted because they have couldn't possibly be natural. My eyes widened as a new thought dawned on me; I was being prowled by a meterosexual.
"Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but it's getting late, and I think I left my microwave on-"
"Jesus Christ, child." He interrupted me, his face was bemused, and slightly frustrated. "No, you were not dreaming; yes, I am the Lord Satan himself; and by all means leave if you want to!" He growled, and I could almost see the fire in his emerald eyes.
"Okay," I squeaked. I wanted to turn and leave, I really did, but as if by some magic other-worldly force, my muscles refused to move.
"But just know that I'm watching you, and I will have you sooner or later," He hissed lowly into my ear, not even three centimeters away. I wanted to make eye contact again, to make sure I had heard right, but he was gone. Like a puff of thick smoke, he had vanished into the night.
My breathing was still scattered by the time I regained enough control of my body to turn around.
The ride home was unexpectedly quiet, even Jessica's sobs were simmered down to small sniffles. So it startled me when I heard the velvety voice again.
I'll always be watching.
City of sin yeah we just can't deny it
City of sin yeah we just cannot fight it
City of sin raise a glass and lets toast to it
We're singing "Welcome to the City of Sin"