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Bella POV
Mike had been such a prick earlier that when Edward offered me the chance to get drunk, I jumped at it. I was so frustrated that he hadn't even bothered to call me, but then again Mike always had a knack for calling or visiting at the wrong times, and this was definitely one of them. He also had a natural talent for jumping to conclusions. In fact, if it was a sport he would be an Olympic fucking medalist.
We had argued earlier about the fact that I had some guy in my room. When I tried to reassure him, he I thought I was full of shit because there was no Alice and no Jasper. Like I could pull those fucking names out of thin air. Who names their kid Jasper anyways? I reminded myself to ask Edward this later because it was officially one of the oddest names I had ever heard.
"Since dickweed stole my car, I'm calling us a cab," shouted Edward from the common room, as I continued to get changed. I pulled on a cute tight blue t-shirt and some clingy jean shorts. I'm sure Alice wouldn't have approved of the clothes, but I didn't give a shit at this moment. Where the hell was she anyways. So much for our budding friendship. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, grabbed my purse and left.
"You look nice," said Edward as he held open the front door for me and we headed downstairs to wait for our cab. As we walked out of the main door of the dorm, his phone started buzzing in his pocket. We sat down on a nearby bench, and we waited for our cab while he spoke on the phone.
"Hi mom," he answered softly. I looked over at home and giggled, only to be met with a playful punch to the arm. He covered the receiver and whispered to me to 'shut up' and I giggled even more. "I'm helping Rosalie at the dorm." He continued his awkward conversation with his mom until he noticed the cab pulling in front of the building. "Listen Mom, I have to go. Jasper just showed up with more boxes. Yes, I will call on Sunday like I promised," he groaned as he hung up the phone. He just glowered at me as we got into the cab.
"Fucking mama's boy," I laughed at him. Edward gave the address to the driver and continued to give me some sort of stare of death, while I kept laughing.
"Don't start. If you tell anyone Swan, you'll live to regret it," he whispered threateningly.
"Whatever…. I can't finish my remark cause I don't know your last name," I admitted, while still chuckling at him.
"It's Cullen, now stop fucking laughing at me." The rest of the ride to his place was pretty quiet, but every so often he would make a smart ass comment and I would laugh easily at him. About ten minutes later we pulled in front of a very cool looking building. It looked like it used to be old warehouse space that was converted into lofts or apartments or something.
"Lucky bastard," I muttered as we got into the elevator and he pushed the button for the third floor.
"Fucking right. Em, Jazz and I all got rejected from rez. That old "too many applicants and not enough rooms" bullshit. So we pooled our money and got this place. Eat your heart out Swan," he said as we walked into his apartment.
"Oh yeah, I'm so envious," I snipped sarcastically as I timidly walked into his pig sty of an apartment. "I'm so jealous of your shitty ass furniture… and that smell, what the fuck is that? It has quiet a pungent odor doesn't it?" I asked laughing, but trying not to breathe in whatever the fuck it was. Edward walked towards one of the rooms and sprayed almost an entire can of air freshener.
"What? You don't like it?" he said as he shrugged his shoulders. "We're not 100% sure what it is, but on a positive note I can't smell it in my room, so I doubt it's a body or something. Some people are coming on Monday to clean it, so deal with it. It's a work in progress." He then opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, sliding one towards me on the countertop. Then, as if out of thin air, two shot glasses and a bottle of liquor I didn't recognize, appeared beside our beers. He had just finished pouring the shots when in walked a stunning blonde girl followed by a fairly muscular curly haired guy.
"Fuck Edward, what did it take, all of five minutes to bring some chick home?" said the guy as he wrapped his arm around the shoulder of the blonde girl.
"Where's my damned car?" Ah, this must be the infamous Emmett, which meant the blonde was probably my new roommate Rosalie. When I thought of my apartment, I thought of Mike and our argument, so I immediately grabbed both shots and downed them, chasing them with the cold beer. "Pace yourself Swan, it's only 5, we got like 10 hours left of drinking." I nodded my head and poured two more shots.
"The car is fine, stop being a fricking prick about it. Here's the damned keys," said Emmett as he tossed them at Edward and then reached into the fridge to get himself a beer.
"Oh, hey Rosalie, this is your new roommate Bella Swan. She's having an emotional crisis of the dickhead boyfriend kind, so I'm getting her hammered," said Edward casually as he handed me another shot.
"Ahh, that explains a lot," said Rosalie as she extended her hand to me. "Nice to meet you Bella. Sorry I wasn't at the apartment earlier and you had to deal with these two losers." She was a lot more attractive close up, and seemed pretty sweet. "Speaking of, where the fuck is Jasper?"
Edward and I both started laughing hysterically, most likely due to the alcohol content now running through my blood stream because the fact that he had already hooked up with Alice wasn't actually that funny.
"He's with Alice… our other roommate. They left us at the dorm like an hour ago, and after a small inconvenience, we came here to get drunk,' I said calmly as I took another swig of my beer.
"So, what's your deal?" said Emmett as he pointed at me.
"Didn't you ever learn it's not nice to point?" I said bitterly.
"Fuck off, are you serious?" he asked sarcastically.
"Kiss your mother with that mouth?" I responded, slurring my words slightly. At least Edward laughed, cause I thought it was a pretty funny comeback.
"Bella's got relationship issues, isn't that right sunshine?" mumbled Edward. "Her boyfriend found us talking while I was waiting for you assholes back at the dorm. I had words with the dipshit, they fought and now we're getting wasted."
"Yeah!" I said enthusiastically. Man that shit worked quick, I was already feeling a decent buzz. "Mike's a jerk and booze is my new boyfriend," I slurred proudly as I stumbled over to their couch and sat down. "Why the fuck is your couch crunchy?" I asked with concern while they all busted out laughing.
Edward POV
"Dude, I heard about some kickass house party down near Seattle University, feeling up to heading out?" asked Emmett as he finished his first beer of the night. I was already four shots and one beer into the evening and was feeling pretty good. Bella and Rosalie were chatting on the living room floor, after refusing to sit on our apparently "crunchy" couch. I assured them it was being replaced Monday and they stopped making fun of us for a few minutes.
"What do you say Bella, want to head over to SU for a party?" I asked casually. I let her make the decisions tonight since she was the one who needed to be wasted more than me.
"Yes, Yes I do" she practically shouted. "Mike goes to SU. I'd love to see his face when I walk in, fucking plastered and with you."
"Alrighty then. I'll call Jazz and let him know where we are heading. He can meet us over there, with that Alice chick, if he wants."
After I left my fourth message of the day for Jasper, we all sat around the poor excuse for a coffee table and played drinking games. There was a Family Guy marathon on TBS and Emmett insisted we take a certain number of drinks every time a specific character said something, like every time Peter said "Holy Crap" or whenever Stewie made a reference to killing Lois. After 4 episodes, we were all laying on the floor from laughing so hard and completely wasted.
"I just don't get the point of the scary monkey in Chris' closet," said Bella as she leaned a wee bit too close to me.
"I don't fucking know," I shrugged. "This is like the fifth episode I've ever seen and we've seen four tonight alone."
"Come on Bella, let's go get ready to leave," said Rosalie as she reached for her hand and pulled her up. As I watched Bella and Rosalie head into the bathroom, I shook my head, wondering what kind of trouble she was going to get me into tonight.
"Ok, seriously, you are trying to hit that right? Cause if I didn't have Rosalie, I'd be all over it. She's fucking hot dude," said Emmett quietly as he patted me on the shoulder.
"Honestly. No. She's hot, yeah, I'll give her that, but she's taken. Her boyfriend Mike is a total fucking wanker though. Can you believe he fucking threatened me, just for talking to her? I lied and told him that she seemed interested me in and I was going to pursue her, which is why they were fighting."
"What are you gonna do man?" asked Emmett, suddenly all curious.
"Let's just see how the night goes. I think Bella is a cool chick, she'd fit in with our little group, she's a sarcastic little smart ass that loves Chicago. If her boyfriend is at the party, and he's being his usual douche bag self, I might need to change my game plan." I grinned as I took the final sip of my beer and threw it in the recycling, aka garbage can.
Ten minutes later, Bella and Rosalie walked out of the bathroom looking rather amazing. I looked down at Bella's shirt and noticed that the sleeves were ripped off of it, and the neckline also had a tear.
"What the fuck, did you guys get mauled by tigers in there or something?" I gave Rosalie a curious glance.
"What, you don't like it?" asked Bella happily. She was a happy drunk, good to know. "Rosalie thought it would be smart if I showed a bit more cleavage, ya know, show Mike what he's missing and all that shit." I nodded in agreement at Rosalie, but also so I could look down Bella's top a bit. I shook my head remembering that just minutes ago I told Emmett she could be a good friend. We grabbed the cooler of drinks that Emmett had rustled together and headed downstairs to catch a cab.
We all piled into the back of a hideous smelling Grand Marquis and Emmett gave the driver directions to the party. Rosalie sat on Emmett's lap because of the lack of space and poor Bella was wedged between both of us guys. She had a huge smile on her face and I was glad that both the booze and my company seemed to be cheering her up. When we pulled in front of the house, Jasper and Alice stood outside waiting impatiently for us.
"Where the fuck have you been loser?" shouted Emmett angrily the moment he saw Jasper propped up against a tree with Alice practically glued to his side.
"What are you, my mother?" spat Jasper in frustration.
"Hey Bella, I am so sorry I left you earlier. Glad to see you've had an interesting afternoon though," said Alice as she wandered over to where Rosalie and Bella stood, while I paid the cab driver. I gave him a little extra for having to sit through the intense PDA that Emmett and Rosalie forced upon us all.
"Alice… I love you…, "shouted Bella as she stumbled towards Alice, who held out her hands to catch her. Luckily, Alice seemed sober "This is Rosalie… I love her too." I reached over to grab Bella and hold her up with my arm. I was clearly more sober than her, even though I was still feeling the effects of the 9 shots I had. I wrapped my arm around her waist to steady her and walked towards the front door of the party with Jasper and Alice in front, and Emmett and Rosalie behind us. We hadn't even got through the front door of the party when I heard Mike's condescending voice echo through my head.
"What the fuck Bella?" he yelled from across the room. She stood up carefully and I didn't remove my arm from around her, fearful that she would just tip over and pass out.
"Fuck You Mike," she yelled back at him when he finally stood in front of us. "I love these guys," she said as she motioned with her hand to the 5 of us flanking her. "You, I fucking hate." It was one of those classic movie scenes where the girl finally gets to get everything off her chest. However, instead of her verbally cursing him out for being the world's biggest asshole, she leaned her head back slowly, then leaned forward quickly, and puked all over him. I was so proud.
