authors note: I don't feel like writing the dedication and the disclaimer. just read it from the last chapter. heres the story. yaaaaaayyyy.

ALICE POV

I spent the rest of my classes scheming of ways to make this one Eric Yorkie's worst prom ever. I would have to wear something totally unflattering. I know! A black and white high collared dress with black jeans and just one inch heels. Oh, and definitely a lot of emo-ish dark make up. I'll have to borrow some from Jasper. I will still definitely look awesome, just not appealing. Actually, I think I'll wear tall cowboy boots so I can see over greaseball's head. It's hard to believe, but he's only a few inches taller than me.

The final bell released me from my evil pixie mode. I rushed out of school in my recently, apparently ugly car. No, not apparently ugly. If the magazine says its ugly, its definitely ugly. I sped home using the back road, so one of the police officers like Bella's dad wouldn't catch me. Instead of parking in our oversized garage, I drove out to our giant clearing of a backyard. I stepped out daintily, removing my scrunchy yellow driving boots that match my car. I lifted it above my head, spun it around a few times, and threw it precisely onto the fire pit in the middle of the grass. It burst into flames on impact. I laughed maniacally for affect. Carlisle walked up behind me.

"Hi!" I said in a normal voice.

"Why?" he asked.

"Yellow is SO out! Get with the times old man!" I explain-shouted. He walked away with an offended look. With that, I leaped into the house through my closet window. I sprinted to the yellow room. I grabbed everything in sight and chucked it onto the bonfire. Esme will be very pleased that there is some remodeling in her very near future. I smirked at the car and clothes, burning in a yellowish-tinted fire.

"EDWARD!!!!!" I screeched.

"Yes?" he shouted back.

"PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT ERIC YORKIE LOOKS TERRIBLE NEXT TO ME! I'VE MADE ARRANGEMENTS FOR YOU AND HIM TO GO SUIT SHOPPING LATER TODAY!!!!" I screamed to him, wherever he was.

"WHAT?!?!?!" he asked. I didn't bother to reply. I hopped on my replacement vehicle- a hot pink Vespa. I will need some material for my astonishingly plain prom outfit. Like they say in High School Musical, "It's gonna be a night- to remember!"

ERIC POV

I could swear I heard someone scream my name from miles away. I didn't give another thought to it. I think I must be dreaming because Cullen just pulled up in his stupid shiny Volvo. Because of my quick wit, I opened the door just seconds before he got there.

"What do you want Cullen?" I said in a loud voice. I bet I was intimidating. He waited until he was face to face with me to speak.

"Well, Alice wanted to make sure that you didn't wear anything stupid to prom. Her words, not mine," he said, flashing a perfect smile. I thought about this. Cullen helping ME with prom? Something's fishy about this. Well, I'm not complaining if he does the buying.

"Sure, where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Oh, I have this store in Port Angeles that sells suits, and I got the whole store reserved for today," he said, practically giddy with excitement. Crazy rich people with all their money. When we got there, I saw this amazing yellow disco suit. It is so cool!

"This one!" I said, pointing like a little kid. He looked it over and smirked.

"Ok, so here's the deal. I'll get you this one, and a normal black one. You have to pretend that you are going to wear the black one, and right before prom, you wear the yellow one. Got it?" he said, but mostly commander. I nodded.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Just do it," he growled. I put my hands up, as if to say 'What did I do?' He bought both suits with his amazing black AmEx. Wow. Two suits, FREE?

When we were walking out, I thought I heard him say, "This is so worth the price of a Porsche," rubbing his hands together.