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I've finally had a free evening or two to work on this. Not sure when/if I'm going to get time to post again in the next few weeks but I *promise* to write every day over the festive period as I will finally have some time off from my MA…
Warning: this fanfic will have some girl on girl heavy action…will it be this chapter? Let's find out:
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ANGELA:
Joshua and Isaac have been fussing over their three-house festive block party for weeks. How they manage to persuade all the parents to let them not only take over their houses for a whole night but also banish them for the evening is beyond me. I have to give my twin brothers kudos for that. I'm still not sure if I even want to participate in the evening after humiliating myself in class with Bella today. Sure she had tried to call after me, but there was no way in hell that I was going to submit to her. God knows what she was going to say. I bury my face in my hands while I remember it, even though I am alone in my bedroom. I splash water onto my face as I feel my cheeks burn in shame. Get a grip, Angela. So you fell asleep on her shoulder; no big deal. Not for the first time in my life I thank God that I am not a boy so I didn't have a massive boner to contend with. How embarrassing that must be? I shudder at the thought.
As I stare at my self in the mirror, trying to calm door and forget this afternoon, someone hammers loudly on my door. I sigh; at least my brothers will take my mind off of the incident I tell myself. I open the door to which mischief it is and smile when I see Joshua standing in front of me. I know you shouldn't have favorites but, gee, he's the funniest twin.
"An-gel-a," he sings at me, while trying to look coy at the same time, but I know he's after something.
"Josh-u-a," I sing back at him, in a less than dulcet tone as I return to my bed as he follows me in.
"Isaac wants to know if you invited your friends to the party tonight?"
Before I reply to him, I remember that no I haven't told Bella, Jessica or Lauren about the party. I sigh in relief. At least I know I can go now, I seriously doubt anyone else has invited Bella and the twins are younger than me so she wouldn't know about it. Right?
"Oh, sorry. Forgot," I smile. No, I had no intention of telling any of that trio that a dorky block party was happening tonight, but I see no need to tell either of my brothers that.
I look at Joshua's crest-fallen face and feel a tiny twinge of guilt.
"Sorry," I add as an unwelcome afterthought. "Do you fancy one of them?" I ask coolly, praying to God that neither of them like Bella. A strange feeling of jealously washes over me and I make a mental note to definitely give Eric a booty-call; that's if I don't see someone I actually like tonight.
"You're coming tonight, right?" Joshua asks as he looks through my wardrobe filtering out dresses he thinks I look good in and throwing them down onto the bed.
"Yeah, sure. For a bit," I smile as I pick the dresses up again and refill the closet. I am not having my littlest brother dress me I tell myself, even if he has picked up my favorite blue dress that I was thinking about wearing.
"Well, let me take a good look at you before you head downstairs. I want to make sure you come up to scratch." Joshua winks at me before turning on his heel and walking out of the room.
I look at the dresses left on my bed and decide I will wear my favourite blue and white stripy dress. It's of an asymmetrical design and very tight and very short. It's difficult being so tall to find dresses that don't scream either Giantess or Drag Queen but this mini dress manages to scream Hot…I hope.
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I squeeze myself into the dress and find some bright white ballet pumps to go on my feet. Not knowing what to do with my hair I tie it into a high ponytail and ass long, dangly silver earrings to match my thick silver, hammered bracelet. I put on the barest of make-up, I don't normally like wearing it but I will make an exception for tonight. I go along the hall to Joshua's bedroom door and politely knock. I am starting to find myself quite excited about tonight and am absolutely determined not to think about Bella Swan. Nope. I'm not going to think about her at all. No, sir. Well, maybe once or twice.
Joshua swings the door open and quickly surveys me up and down. He nods briefly and I understand he has company somewhere in his bedroom. Not wanting to pry, I can't stand gossipers, I nod curtly back to him and go downstairs to find my other brother.
I expect that I'm not going to know many people at the party tonight, and that just suits me fine. I can pretend that I'm not known amongst the majority of school as that tall, skinny bespeckled chick and I can pretend to be anyone I want to be. I don't really expect to find anyone I want to hook up with but it can be fun to chat to new people…as long as they're not assholes…
I wander down to the kitchen and find Isaac is chatting to our next-door neighbor Mike Newton. Mike is in my year at school but we don't travel in the same circles. He is one of the many pathetic boys that try to get Bella to notice them by playing up. Damn, that name is in my head again. I look inquisitively at Mike as he stops mid-word and stares at me. I can feel myself getting defensive as he exhales loudly,
"Shit, Weber. You scrub up good!"
I am so shocked at this unexpected compliment I have no come back (or put down). Isaac, however, punches Mike in the arm hard and I allow myself a self-satisfied smirk as I pass them both and help myself to a drink. I find myself shaking a little as I bend down to get a glass out of the cupboard and realize how mini my mini dress is. I yank it down only to discover that means my top part is yanked down too. I catch Mike's expression, he looks as if his eyeballs are about to pop out, just before my brother smacks him on the back of his head.
"Dude! That's my sister, you're gawping at!" Isaac sneers at Mike. Isaac and I don't really get on that well but this is the first time he has ever defended my honor. I can't help but let out a loud snort at the idea. Having some fun at Mike's expense I clutch onto the bottle of whiskey and try half-heartedly to open it.
"Well, gosh," I say in my best girlie accent, "I just can't seem to open this bottle. Some help please?"
I am shocked though as Mike is pushed aside and two other guys rush over to help me. I look stunned as one of them takes the bottle from me and easily pops it open. I don't know either of them and start to feel nervous as I realize my silly plan has backfired and I am surrounded. I look helplessly at Isaac, who is fuming, and I meekly take the bottle and glass back and head towards the garden and Mike's house.
I am looking for shelter away from other people, well, men, when I see a group of girls heading my way and giggling nervously. Shit. I'd notice Bella's laugh from pretty much anywhere. I try to keep my head down but it's too late.
"Hey, Weber. Come with us." I scan the group, hoping without hope that it's Bella asking me even though I don't recognize the voice. My eyes finally land on Tanya, Edward's current squeeze – and unfortunately for me my science lab partner. I hesitate in front of them but admit to myself that I would rather spend the evening in the company of Bella and her moron friends then be completely alone. I fall into step behind the group and follow them as they turn and walk past the second garden and towards the house of the third.
I knock back the whiskey from the glass I am holding as we huddle outside waiting to be let in the house. I had forgotten I would have to walk outside to get to the other houses that were part of the party and I am starting to shiver.
"You okay?" a soft voice asks. I look beside me and find Bella standing next to me. How long has she been standing there? I wonder.
"Yeah, just a bit chilly." I reply, praying that the back door will be opened soon and let us all in.
"Can I have some?" Bella indicates to the bottle of Glenfiddich that I am holding. I nod and unscrew it for her. She holds it to her lips and sips it down. She wipes her glistening lips with the back of her mouth and I can't tear my eyes away from her. "Thanks," she winks as she hands me back the bottle. I am speechless so I nod back. She smiles at me, and I am unaware we are the last two standing outside the house until she pushes me inside the house.
I get in and we are led past the kitchen and into the den where everyone sits down. I survey the room and my heart sinks as I notice that the rest of the room is made up with guys from school. Edward is sat on a couch at the back of the room and I literally feel the air change as Bella stiffens when she sees him. Tanya runs over to him and sits in his lap, and he grabs onto her bare thighs. I am starting to feel a little light-headed from the alcohol and wishing I were back at home when I feel the atmosphere change again.
I look up and see that in the far corner Jacob Black is nursing a bottle of beer as he watches Bella in the far. I hear her whisper, "Oh no," as she catches sight of him. It might be my imagination but I am sure she moves closer to me and we end up seeing down next to each other on cushions that are scattered around the hardwood floor.
Bella says nothing for the first ten minutes or so. I don't look directly at her but I can tell her head is kept down and I miss the fun, cheeky Bella that I know from school. The conversation starts to peter out and all I can hear is mine and Bella's heavy breathing, albeit for different reasons.
"I'm bored," announces Edward and I pray that means he will bugger off and take Tanya with him, but no such luck.
Tanya stands up. "Let's play a game," she tells everyone in the den, people start to moan and roll their eyes but she ignores them.
She finishes the last few drops of her cheap bottle of vodka and throwing it up in the air, although drunk she manages to spin around before catching it.
"Spin the bottle anyone?" smirks Tanya.
Everyone in our group nods enthusiastically and the men suddenly sit up and pay attention.
"Are you going to play, Angela?" Bella whispers in my ear. I feel her hot breath warm me up along with the whiskey and I find myself agreeing before I can think it through seriously.
Meh, how much trouble can I cause playing spin the bottle?
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