Chapter Two

"They will be 3 steps behind

You will not know what's got you

Oh, so you're sorry now

All is not well, it's not ended"-The Fray, We Build then we Break

I arrive at the Cullen's house the next morning, much, much earlier than I want to be there. As if I want to be there at all.

Emmett answers the door and says, "Hey, girly-wolf. Rosalie's waiting upstairs for you. Third door on the left."

I walk past him without saying a word, and go to find Rosalie.

As I walk into the room, Rosalie runs up to me.

"Glad you didn't chicken out," she says, a smirk on her face.

"What makes you think I would?" I ask, returning the smirk.

Rosalie shrugs and says, "I know you wolves don't have much backbone."

"At least we have a pulse," I shoot back at her.

Rosalie opens her mouth, and then closes it again. "You win," she says disappointedly. "I used all of my good insults on Jacob."

I cover a laugh to make it sound like I'm coughing. The tiny bloodsucker, Alice, chooses that moment to appear out of another door in the room.

"You came!" she squeals excitedly. She runs up to me and studies me in a way that makes me self-conscious. Standing on her toes, she gently holds a lock of my tangled hair in her hand.

"I wish I had hair like this," she sighs in her high pitched voice.

I make a face. "Then why don't you grow some?" I ask sourly.

The smile is wiped off of Alice's face and she shrinks away from me. "I can't," she says in a quiet voice. "It was all cut off…and now I'm a vampire, so I guess I'm stuck with this hair." She scrunches a bit of her short hair in her hand.

"Oh," I mumble. "Right."

I shoot a look at Rosalie, who then says, "Alice, would you like to tell Leah the first phase of our plan?"

"I'm going to give you a makeover!" Alice shrieks gleefully. "Jacob won't be able to ignore you after I'm done!"

"Whoa, whoa," I protest. "You want to give me a makeover?"

Alice nods. "And new clothes, too."

"You want Jacob, don't you?" Rosalie asks, seeing the uncomfortable expression on my face.

I nod slowly, and Alice guides me over to a huge mirror that sits behind a table full of makeup jars.

Alice motions to a chair, and I sit down without argument.

Alice begins to apply makeup to my face and sighs, "I haven't been able to do this since Bella was transformed."

I sit in silence and watch in the mirror as Alice spreads the makeup on my face.

She finishes my face, which, to me, looks no different than when she started. I never understood what the point of makeup was if it just looks the same as your face without makeup.

Alice begins to twist my shoulder length hair into a style I have no name for.

As I continue to sit silently, Rosalie comes into the room carrying several dresses. "Which one do you like, Leah?" she asks.

The first dress she holds up is bubble gum pink, and I immediately shake my head no. Alice scolds me for moving my head while she was trying to do my hair.

Rosalie holds up another dress, pale green with a long, flowing skirt. I make a face.

The next dress is a bright blue with a floral print, and I veto that one also.

Rosalie holds up a dress that is black. A strapless black dress, with a short skirt. I grin in an evil sort of way. There's no way Jacob could ignore me if I wore that.

Rosalie returns the grin and puts the other dresses back into the closet.

As Alice puts the finishing touches on my hair, she says, "There. Finished."

I glance into the mirror, and see my dark hair piled into a messy bun on the top of my head. One strand is hanging down from the bun, and it's braided.

The style is perfect. It's simple, but complex, and it shows off my face. The hairstyle is…me.

I try not to smile, but fail. The Leah that I see in the mirror is the one before werewolves, before imprinting, before my life was screwed up.

Rosalie helps me squeeze into the black dress, and I look in the mirror again. "When I phase, it'll all be ruined," I mumble.

"Then don't phase," Rosalie suggests, a sarcastic tone in her voice. "Do you want Jacob to see you or not? He's downstairs."

I slowly make my way downstairs, wobbling slighting in the high heels that match my dress.

Jacob looks up from his board game with Renesmee when I enter the room. "Leah?" he asks, sounding stunned.

"Yes?" I answer coolly.

"You look…different," he states before going back to his game with Renesmee.

I glance at Rosalie, who's standing in the corner of the room watching. She mouths something I don't quite catch. 'Phase two,' maybe?

I can only hope that phase two is better than phase one.

(A/N: I'm not totally sure I like this chapter. I think the sentence structure could use some work. And let me know if you think anyone is OOC. This is basically me experimenting with writing the Cullens, so it might not be that great. I also think Leah is a little OOC. Also, let me know if you see any typos. Reviews are love!)