I slowly ran my fingers up and down my cell phone, passing over the buttons again and again that would dial in the phone number scribbled on the piece of paper on my nightstand.

I had it memorized down to a T. I could put it in without looking, upside down, naked on American Idol while singing the National Anthem...

If I had the courage to do so.

I don't.

I sighed and scowled, turning over on my bed to gaze out the window. It was .

I grumbled to myself.

"Let's go, Swan...This is so stupid...Do you wanna be a virgin forever? If they weren't serious they wouldn't have given you their number...Let's go!"

I closed my eyes and furiously mashed the buttons, holding my breath as I pressed it to my ear and heard it ringing.

Please pick up, please, oh please don't let me look stupid...

"Hello, this is Dominoes, would you like to-"

Fuck you!

I hung up and cursed myself and Alice and Rosalie.

I knew I should have seen that one coming. Should have never gotten my hopes up. I hate them. I hate them both. I peeled my eyes open to glare at the trick number I'd put in...

Only to realize it was nowhere near the number on the paper.

Damn my clumsiness.

"It's a good thing I didn't call up Ryan Seacrest..." I grinned, letting out a shaky breath and shaking my head. I fell back against my pillows, every bit of courage I'd managed to scrounge up completely vanished. My heart was still pounding furiously.

What was I thinking? It's not like they'd actually pick up...

Hell, it probably wasn't even their number. This whole thing was stupid. I was just the freaky kid they'd decided to have a little fun with to liven up detention.

Well fuck that.

I crumpled up the paper, rolled over and switched off my lamp. I glanced at the clock.

It was 7:00.

Whatever. It's not like I have anything better to do than sleep on a Thursday night. It's not like I have friends.

The next day I was groggy and moody from crappy sleep. I threw on whatever felt the most comfortable which turned out to be a plain brown T-shirt, faded and torn jeans with my ugly green jacket that none the less kept me warm.

It also accentuated my shitty looks, but hell, that's just my opinion...

Oh wait! No it's not! That's everyone's opinion!

Dear sarcasm, how you sting me so...

Needless to say, I was not a happy camper when I walked into school. Rosalie and Alice's prank still irked me from the night before and I wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the covers and stay there.

I made it through my first six periods and was fingering the stick of gum contemplatively in my pocket as I walked into biology.

Yes, I do remember the shit it got me yesterday. But that was only because I wasn't being careful, right? So if I just be careful I can get rid of the awful taste lunch left in my mouth. Or maybe that was the taste of iron from me biting my tongue hard enough to draw blood in shame as Rosalie and Alice glanced at me from their table with their exclusive little family and sneered.

They did this weird little stiffening thing when that nasty taste trickled over my taste buds. They kind of glared at me and I quickly moved on. Hmm. Whatever. Bitches.

I managed to make it halfway through the period and was happily enjoying my fruity gum when I got caught.

For fucks sake...

"Ms. Swan, are you chewing gum again?" the sweaty, balding teacher scolded.

"No..." I tried to swallow it quickly but only ended up choking and causing the class to bust out laughing. I blushed and tried to hide my face as I hacked it back up and spit it into the garbage can, wincing at the pain in my throat and the insults from the jocks and cheerleaders.

"Detention."

"For fucks sake, it's just gum!" I cried out. I'm not like those immature idiots that like to stick it to the bottoms of their desks for kicks!

"Excuse me!" Fatty spluttered. "Detention on Monday for your language! Now sit!"

God fucking damn it...

By the time the bell rang for the end of school, I felt like hanging myself. I walked into the detention classroom, again slamming my books and not bothering to glare at the teacher even though I felt her eyes burning into me.

I could also tell that Alice and Rosalie were here. They had a particular presence about them.

"I have another meeting today girls. Behave please, same as before, I'll be back in about thirty minutes..." The teacher called as she left, not even a minute after I sat down.

Again, not such a clever idea.

"You didn't call," a familiar high, angelic voice said.

I chose not to respond to the sound of Alice's voice. Instead, I lay my head on my arms and glared at the chalkboard.

"Someone's in a bad mood again..." Alice trademark smirked at me. I was watching her warily from the corner of my eye. Yeah, you look all sweet and innocent but that underlying naughty vibe isn't so hot anymore. Nope, not after that shit you and Blondie pulled last night. Or what you tried to pull since I refused to fall for it.

"Wonder why," I mumbled, refusing to look at her.

"Is the same reason you're mad now the same reason you didn't call?" Alice said in her lilting voice.

She is just fishing for it now. She's practically begging me to admit that I called that number and tell her who I really got so she can pretend like it was all a big accident and...

Just no.

"Would you kindly do me a favor," I started, lifting my head to give her my best go to hell look, "And piss off," I finished, turning to give her a pointed glare.

Holy shit, I can't believe I just told one of the Cullens to piss off. Whatever...I don't like it when people mess with me like that. I don't like when anybody does that crap.

Alice's eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she raised an eyebrow. Now I don't know what it is about her eyes that made me want to crawl into a hole and hide forever or wet my panties but damn, my resolve just melted into a puddle right between my legs.

I almost flinched. Almost.

"Excuse me?" Her voice was no longer high and perky but soft and hard at the same time.

"You heard me."

My hesitating speech is so not intimidating...

The fact that Rosalie has now turned from watching the rain fall out of the window to give me a piercing look doesn't help.

"You think you and your little friend are so funny, don't you? Well whatever, I didn't even call your stupid little number. Who would it have been, huh? A sex phone line or what? A strip club? Really clever. I'm glad you have nothing better to do with your life than to pick on the weird little loner. Classy," I spat, trying to put as much venom into my words as her slowly tightening smirk became a full on scowl.

Especially at the word classy.

I didn't dare look at Rosalie.

I don't even know where this is all coming from. Maybe the gum situation with all my jackass peers laughing and teasing had left me wanting to lash out at someone. Repressed teenage problems really suck sometimes. Hell, I don't even know if it's true or not. I didn't call the right number.

I swallowed hard as she stood up from her relaxed position, lifting her head from her hand. She slowly moved towards me. My stomach flip flopped when she tilted her head slightly and I tried to follow her, turning my body so my back was to the desk.

I have a good inch or two on Alice. I, do not, however, have her build. Her sleeveless, black shirt with that delightful plunging V neckline showed just how toned her arms were as she pressed her hands on either side of me on the desk, blocking me.

Hell, even if I could take Alice, I would sure as shit rather have her wail on me than have Rosalie join the party. Looked like she was joining anyway as she slowly stood and made her way over to us.

Rosalie came around from behind and leaned over me, glaring down at me through her soft platinum locks, her hands mirroring Alice's. I swear I could feel her ripping my head off already.

Did I forget to mention that the Cullen girls are notorious for their tempers? Well, Rosalie is. Alice is only notorious for it if you actually manage to piss the little pixie off.

Which I, of course, have.

Alice leaned her body in as I quivered like mad, resigning not to look at the blond temptress in favor of keeping my eyes from being burned out by her gaze.

I should have never said anything...

"So."

One word. Filled with scorn and a tone I'd never heard from Alice before.

"You presume to think that we have nothing better to do than pick on poor little Bella without even calling the number? You think we're arrogant? You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?" Alice literally hissed and I tried to look away, her coal black eyes making my heart race and my stomach clench painfully.

"Look at me," Alice growled, grabbing my chin in her index and thumb, pulling me back to face her. Alice had leaned in so close that her face was only inches away.

In any other situation, I'd be thrilled.

My bottom lip was quivering and I felt the hot press of tears at the back of my eyes. I couldn't help it. They were fucking scary. I may have faux bravado when it comes to my words but I'm a scrawny little wimp.

If they decided to beat the living crap out of me, and they had every right to do so for my unfair and insecure accusations, I might not live through it.

"Bella..." Alice's voice suddenly softened. "You...You are so sadly misinformed if you think we were trying to hurt you..." she whispered, and suddenly her voice wasn't angry and terrifying but sympathetic and gentle.

I tentatively looked up at her and shifted under her gaze, feeling small and inferior. Alice was looking at me with pity and I hated it.

"Don't look at me like that," I mumbled, swallowing hard, fighting back frustrated tears.

"You are so pathetic sometimes, Swan. We are not out to get you just because we're hot and relatively popular. Not everyone is like those stuck up bitches, okay?" Rosalie ground out, apparently not as swayed by my fear as Alice. I flinched at her tone and Alice's reprimand to her made me feel like a small child.

"But the way you looked at me at lunch...And how you talk to the girls who are like that..." I protested weakly.

"What? Lunch? Jessica was giving us the finger behind you, and not the one she wished she could be giving us..." Rosalie snorted but there was something weird about the way she said it as if she were eager to be off that subject. "And the only reason we talk to those girls is to get in their panties. It's not like we encourage them and it actually pisses me off that you're comparing us to them," Rosalie continued, her voice becoming increasingly volatile, enough so that Alice glared at her.

"I just...Nevermind...This whole thing is stupid..." I mumbled, embarassed and feeling like an idiot for acting towards my wet dreams incarnate like I had.

"So...Does this mean you don't want to take us up on our offer?" Alice was now giving me her trademark smirk and I squirmed in my seat, still trapped by her powerful arms.

Uh, what? She can't seriously mean...

Not after what I said and how I acted...

"Because you thought we were trying to prank you? Because you thought we were just messing with you? Oh, Bella...You should know by now that we would never treat a lady like that...We always follow through..."

I couldn't think of anything to say.

Moody be the Cullen's, going from pissed to seductive in seconds...

"You didn't even give us a chance. I'm actually quite hurt," Alice pouted. God, her lips looked so full and soft...

"I...I don't..."

Brain lock.

Alice Cullen just licked her lips and lidded her eyes.

Fuck.

Me.

"So you don't want to know what it feels like?" Alice breathed, leaning in even more and I reflexively backed up, standing slightly as her nose almost brushed against mine.

She kept coming.

"What...W-what f-feels like..." I whispered, my eyes locked on her lips. She was currently teething the lower one and I felt Rosalie's eyes burning holes in the back of my skull. I kept trying to move backwards, and soon I felt the press of the desk in the backs of my knees.

"To feel the gaze of a lover's eyes filled to the brim with lust and want for you, scorching you..." Alice purred and sweet Jesus...

My whole face was red as she kept moving forward, so much that I kept reflexively moving back till I was forced to sit on the desk where I felt Rosalie right up behind me, her face beside mine.

Maybe it's just wishful thinking but I do believe Alice Cullen is giving me come hither eyes.

"To feel your body come alive beneath another, to twist and whine and whimper and moan without control of yourself as another person manipulates your body like an instrument to hear your personal brand of music..."

Oh. My. God.

I clamped my eyes shut as Alice's chest rumbled and her voice rasped with her words. My stomach tightened into a hard little knot. I tilted my head down slightly, trying not to gasp as I felt Alice's cool, sweet breath on my lips.

"You don't want to make music with us, Bella...?" Alice whispered, every word caressing my mouth and making me stop breathing.

I knew the two little words that would make my every fantasy and wet dream come true.

I knew them.

But why couldn't I speak them?

I trembled as I felt them on either side of me, awaiting any response.

"I..."

"Say it, Bella..." Alice whispered, and I cracked my lids open, my heart stopping and my breath catching as her blacker than black eyes swallowed me in.

They were so hungry.

"Say it..." Rosalie murmured in my ear, her own silky voice sultry and lower than usual.

"I do..."

I do. With every fiber of my being, I fucking do.

I heard Rosalie's soft scoff and took great pleasure in the fact that it could never sear me as much as Alice's lips did in that moment, crushing against mine as her hands cupped my face and held me tight, leading me downwards as she began to move atop me.

How she managed to make my mouth burn and my body nearly overheat with lips and tongue so cold, I will never know...