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Chapter 1: BPOV
I spent the next few weeks going to class and then staying in my room. Alice and Rosalie, our other roommate, spent a lot of time in Jaspers room hanging out with his roommates. They tried to get me to go out, but it was useless.
"Come on Belllllllaaa, staying in the room isn't gonna make you feel any better! You need to get out, meet people! Just come to Jazzy's with us, please?" Alice asked.
Jazzy? I thought to myself. When did she give him that name? Maybe I have been sulking too long. Jacob never had a name for me. Jacob. Then the tears started again.
"I'm sorry Allie, I just can't. Not yet." I told her as I hid my face.
Days went by, same as usual. One Tuesday, I saw Alice and Rosalie across the quad. They're faces were bright red and they had tears rolling down their cheeks from laughing so hard. They looked like best friends. I tried to remember the last time I laughed, or even hung out with Alice and Jasper and had a good time. It's been too long. I've been sulking long enough.
"Alice! Rose!" I called to them. Alice, being her hyperactive self, flounced over with Rosalie not far behind.
"Bella, so nice to see you outside for once." Rosalie said smirking.
"Yeah well...I decided I wanted my life back. So I need your help…can we go out this weekend?"
"EEEEEEk!" Alice screeched. "Oh Bella! You have to let me make you over! Oh were going to have so much fun! We can go to the Bar on Thursday, and a club on Friday, and a party on Saturday! Oh we HAVE to go shopping and get…."Alice continued to herself.
"I'm still not used to that." Rosalie exclaimed with a smile. "How excited she gets, I mean."
"Yeah, it takes some time, but at least she's happy." I replied with a chuckle.
We spent the rest of the day shopping and getting dinner.
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It's Thursday night and I'm starting to regret asking the girls to take me out. I've been sitting in this bathroom, with the two of them pulling hair and poking my face, trying to make me look good for hours. We were going to a bar, which meant we had to dress "bar casual" as Alice said. Yet here we are, still getting ready. Alice and Rose were all ready and looked great. Alice had on shiny silver skinny pants and a little black tube top with a big bow to match her big personality. She had on black bowed pumps to pull it all together. Rosalie, well she could make any girl's self-confidence drop on a daily basis. Her perfect, model body was clad in red skinny pants and a black velvets vest with nothing underneath. She wore black high boots on her feet, and her pale blonde hair was pinned back with a blood red rose, which matched her lips perfectly. By the time I finished my inspections, they were finished with me. I walked over to the mirror and gazed at myself in awe. I actually looked, dare I say, good? I was wearing a black and blue checkered button up dress, black tights and brown fringed boots. My hair was falling down my back in perfect waves and my makeup was kept simple. (A/n: outfits on profile)
"Wow" was all I had to say while Alice and Rose looked upon me approvingly.
"Let's go get our drinks on ladies!" Yelled Alice enthusiastically.
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I woke up the next morning with a killer hangover and no idea what happened the night before. I decided to take my chances and ask Alice.
"Well Bella, we got to the bar and you had a beer. Then you had another. And another. And then two more. Then you bought everyone a round and requested "Corona and Lime" and proceeded to sing and dance with all of the spotlight on yourself. That was before you started crying about how you didn't have your own Corona and Lime though. And then-" (A/n: song link on profile.)
"Okay, enough Alice. I get it, I was a mess. And I have a killer hangover to prove it."
"You know what the best cure for a hangover is right?! Grease! Get dressed; we're going to the diner for breakfast."Alice informed me, and left me to get dressed.
The Golden Shell Diner was two blocks from our school, and was a known hangout spot for most college kids. We were seated in a booth and started looking over the menu. That is, until Alice's eyes got wide and she gave me a smirk. I couldn't figure out why for the life of me.
"Hello ladies. My name is Edward and I will be your server. Can I get you anything to drink?" said the most velvety, most alluring voice I've ever heard. I looked him over. He was tall, maybe around 6'2, and had a lean, yet muscular body. My eyes traveled up to his face and I was in awe. He was a god. Perfect bone structure. Straight, strong nose, sharp cheekbones, sharp jaw line. Full lips and bronze, messy hair. And his eyes. Oh those green eyes would be the death of me. He was perfect.
"OW!" I was kicked, quite literally, out of my gazing by Alice.
"Bella, why don't you tell Edward here what you want to drink. You know, since he asked you five times and you didn't hear because you were looking at his-"
"Coffee."I practically screamed. Edward nodded and I thought I saw the slightest smirk on his face.
Breakfast continued on like that. Me making a fool of myself in front of Edward and Alice pointing it out for everyone. I left money on the table and went off to the bathroom while Alice settled the check. I came back to see Alice with a shit-eating grin, bouncing on her toes."
"Come on Bella, let's get out of here!" She yelled suspiciously.
Most of the day I spent lounging around our room, rereading Wuthering Heights for the millionth time. Around five o'clock, Alice came back, with shopping bags mind you.
"Bella why don't you go take a shower..."Alice said.
"And why would I take ANOTHER shower for Alice? I'm not going anywhere."Was my reply.
"Bella just go take a shower and be ready for me and Rose to get you ready. And don't give me any problems or I'll burn your book."
Alice may be small, but she was scary. I went and took a shower immediately.
"Allie, where are we going anyway?"I asked.
"We're going to the soccer house Bella. For a party. Which means there will be a shitload of hot guys there."Alice informed me. I knew it was pointless to argue so I just went along with it.
We were all ready to go by nine-thirty. Rose looked like a supermodel. What else is new? She was wearing black, stretchy skinny pants and black fringed booties. Her shirt was red and hugged her curves perfectly giving her great cleavage that was accentuated by the rose pendant around her neck. Alice of course was dressed to the nines. She wore a brightly printed floral dress that hit mid thigh and had sheer fabric covering her shoulders. Red pumps completed her look and as usual she looked fantastic. Surprisingly they kept me in comfortable clothes tonight. I was wearing light washed skinny jeans with white converse. My shirt was royal blue and made my boobs look huge! I finished the look with a necklace I had from back home. It was all brown beads with a pendant of blue in the middle. I was surprise to see that, yet again, I looked good. But not as good as Alice and Rosalie. (A/n: outfits on profile.)
We got to the party and we didn't have to pay because Rosalie flirted with the kid at the door. We made our way to the basement to fill up our cups and Alice screeched.
"JAAAAZZZZZZYY!!!"
Naturally, Jasper walked over followed by a muscled, brown haired guy. I was surprised when Jasper kissed Alice, on the lips, but I didn't say anything.
"Bella, long time no see!" Jasper said while pulling me in for a hug. "I'd like you to meet one of my roommates, Emmett." He said, pointed to the big guy.
"Hey Bells!" Emmett exclaimed, like we knew each other for years. He pulled me into a hug and I knew immediately that his muscles were just for show. He was a big goof!
"Ah here he is. Bella, this is my other roommate." Jasper said.
I looked up to see a pair of green orbs looking directly at me.
"Hello, remember me? Name's Edward." He said, reaching out to shake my hand. I looked at him in shock. It was him, the waiter. And he looked fantastic in a button up black shirt. I reached out to shake his hand and when we touched I felt a surge run through my body. I blushed immediately and he chuckled.
"Hi, Ed-Edward, I'm Bella. Would you like to come with me to fill my cup?" I asked. I don't know where the confidence came from but I just knew he wouldn't say know. He didn't reply. He just grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd of people to the keg. He pushed me in front of him so I would have better access but right as he did, the crowd shifted. His hard, toned chest was pushed against my back. Our whole bodies touching, igniting a fire in my veins. Suddenly, I felt his breath in my ear.
"Looks like we'll be stuck in this position for a while, not that I mind." He whispered in my ear. And then I felt his arms wrap around my waist to keep me anchored to him so the crowd wouldn't push me. All I could think was that I never wanted him to let me go.