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"Alice, really. I'm fine." Jazz huffed, rather annoyed as we walked out of the ER. We'd spent the last few hours there, waiting around before Jazz was able to get his forehead stitched up that he had managed to bang up when he passed out.

"I really am sorry." I told him, feeling bad that he now had six stitches running across his forehead. But it seemed every time I told him sorry, he'd glare and say it wasn't my fault. Obviously, I didn't agree with him on that. I was the one who had bleed after all, though there wasn't really all that much blood, and I'd never say this to Jasper, but it was kind of funny that such a mucho guy like him, couldn't stand blood. I mean, he was over six feet tall, fairly well fit, having worked out hours a week when he found the chance. There wasn't anything about him that screamed 'I'm afraid of blood. Watch me pass out!' But then again, looks can be deceiving.

"Bella, if you say sorry one more time…" He trailed off in a threat, his light blue eyes locking on mine for a second. Jazz could definitely be scary when he wanted. Especially if you knew what he was truly capable. He also had a secret weapon he could sick on you at will and it was horrible. Alice. She was as willing to do anything for him, as he was for her. It truly was amazing and I hoped more than anything to experience that myself, some time in the near future, god permitting.

"Fine! Jeeze." I muttered somewhat angrily under my breathe as we all climbed into Alice's VW Golf. Feeling the car come to life under us, I looked at the clock on the radio and couldn't believe that it was already going on four o' clock.

"Crap! We have dinner reservations for five! We're going to be late!" Alice shrieked, slamming on the gas to reverse a little harder then needed and making all of us go flying forward in our seat, and if Jazz hadn't have caught himself against the dashboard, he'd surely would have needed more stitches.

"Alice!" He growled slightly, shooting her a 'what the fuck?' look before he groaned and just leaned back in the seat, his own voice having made his own head hurt worse no doubt. He also knew better than to say anymore. Even though he was injured, that wouldn't have stopped Alice from going off on him. She hated being late to anything, unless it was a party. Something about showing up fashionably late to those, was the only exception she ever made when time was involved. Did I mention she was a nutcase?

"So, where are the reservations at Ali?" I asked, trying to distract her from whatever it was she was surely about to say to him. It truly was the least I could do was divert to attention and give him a break. I saw him give me a small smile in the mirror on the visor as Alice began going on about where she was planning to take me after dinner, not wanting to ruin the surprise of where she was actually taking me.

"I also heard that they have three different levels of dances floors! It's too bad Jazz is going to pass out as soon as he gets home. I was totally hoping to dance with him all night." Alice sighed as we pulled into Jasper's apartment complex and helped him to his place as I stayed in the car. Thankfully she hurried and we were back on the road in minutes, zooming along to get to dinner. With Alice's driving, we once again got there on time and admittedly, I was confused at first. We had parked in the parking garage for the Space Needle, Pacific Science Center and Science Fiction Museum. The only restaurant around, was the one on the top of the Space Needle. I was hoping and praying that wasn't the case with as underdressed as I was. I had only thrown on a simple pair of dark jeans and my favorite Aerosmith shirt before leaving the apartment, along with a pair of silver ballet flats.

"Um, Alice. Please tell me we aren't going to have dinner at Sky City. I don't even think I would meet their dress code." I whined, beginning to think that maybe the whole staying in bed idea would have been best after all. Hearing her scoff and watching her roll her eyes at me, I gave her a slight pout.

"Bella, you're fine. Please. Besides, if they want our money, they won't kick you out." She stated, grinning at me before taking my hand as we began the short walk toward the Space Needle. Before very long, we were up at the top, enjoying the views as well as the food. Through the food cost a pretty penny, it was very worth it. I don't think any of the food I've ever eaten could even compare to our meal.

"Thank you, Alice. That was wonderful." I told her as we walked back to her car almost two hours later.

"Only the best for my best friend." She replied, giving me a kiss on the cheek, making me break down in giggles.

"But the night is far from over, Bells. We still have to get home and get you ready for your first night of clubbing! The guys shall be drooling when I'm done with you, my dear." I rolled my eyes at her, but like always, she was definitely right. She had gotten me a dark sapphire blue mini single strap dress for my birthday, the present she had handed me when I cut my finger earlier, and a modest pair of heels. Well, modest for her. They were close to four inches high, and I just knew I was going to twist my ankle or trip and give everyone a view of my underwear on the way down. The only good thing about all her fussing over me and such, was she made me look so much different, but in a good way. I almost couldn't tell it was me. The dress was a little tighter than I expected, mainly due to the fact that I had gained a few pounds over the summer. I had actually been happy about putting on some weight though, unlike most girls.

I had also been slim, weighting around one-fifteen, one-twenty or so since I had hit puberty at twelve, but I never felt right. My waist had always been far to thin to go along with the rather large, erm, assets I had gotten from my mother. I remember going back to school that year and having several girls in my grade asking if I had gotten breast implants. Like, really? Who would even let their twelve year old do that? The thought was disgusting. Then there had been the girls who were jealous because they still hadn't grown breasts, like Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory, and Jane Volturi. They had to be the cruelest girls I had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Needless to say, they made my life hell, calling me Triple B, Big Boobed Bella, until Alice and I both escaped Forks. If I never saw any of them again, it'd be too soon.

"Bella!" Alice screamed right in my ear, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"What the hell were you thinking about just now? You completely zoned out while I was talking. Am I really that boring?" She asked, her bottom lip turning down.

"No, god no, Ali! I just, I don't know. My thoughts are all jumbled." I told her honestly, letting out a sigh before glancing at the clock.

"It doesn't matter anymore anyways." I stated, giving her a smile as I stood carefully, taking a few steps to test out my new heels.

"I'm going to end up killing someone tonight by wearing these. I can't even walk on a flat surface wearing sneakers. Can't I just wear flats, Ali? It is my birthday after all." The look she shot me, shut up any further protest from my mouth.

"Nope. The cab is already downstairs, so no time for that. Now hurry your sexy ass up! I bet you're going to get a shit load of free drinks tonight. I can see it already, Bells." She chirped, skipping ahead toward the elevator.

The ride to the club wasn't very long, since we lived just a few blocks away, and seeing the line as we pulled up, made me frown. My feet would be sore from standing in the line for hours. Why didn't Alice mention this to me? As I moved to make my way toward the end of the line, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me along behind her as she walked right up to the bouncer guarding the door. I shot her a pleading look, worried we'd be banned before we even entered, but he flashed her a smile and lifted the velvet rope, allowing us access as everyone else in line grumbled and shouted profanities.

"Do you know him or something?" I asked her as we moved through the large steel doors.

"Yeah. He was in my Economics class last year. He's awesome. His name's Riley. Maybe he's your one, Bells." She joked, making me scowl at her.

"Haha! Your wit just slays me, Short Stuff." I murmured a bit bitterly as she drug me over to the bar.

"Two shots of vodka, please!" She told the bartender before looking at me.

"We need to loosen you up. You're so tense all the time. And since you refuse to have sex till you find your one.." She trailed off under her breathe before continuing.

"Booze is the next best thing." She finished just as two shots were set down in front of us. She picked up hers and I copied her quickly, bringing it to my lips as she downed hers then stared expectantly at me. Giving myself a slight pep talk, I downed the shot and shivered as the burn of the alcohol made my throat ache.

"Shit!" I squealed, goose bumps forming on my skin as I glared at her.

"That was fucking awful." I spat disgustedly, calling the bartender over and asking for a bottle of water. He gave me a funny look, before slipping one across the corner. Gulping half of it quickly, Alice ordered a couple more drinks, which I didn't happen to get the names of. She definitely wasn't kidding about getting me drunk though. Before I knew it, I had about four or five different drinks and had a pretty awesome buzz going on.

"Oh my god, Alli Catt, I love this song!" I yelled over the music, pushing myself away from the table we had gotten in the corner and made my way toward the dance floor. Swaying to the music as the alcohol pumped through my veins, was a very interesting feeling. Something that was even more interesting, was the fact that there were now hands on my hips and someone grinding against my ass. I may have been pretty fucking tipsy, but no way in hell was I gonna let some asshole grind into my ass.

"Let go!" I shouted, turning slightly to look at who it was. I had never seen the guy before, which wasn't a shock, but something about his dirty blonde long hair and blue eyes screamed to me that he wasn't a good guy.

"Now, now. Why would I let a sexy little thing like you, go? That seems rather foolish." He whispered, making me shiver out of disgust.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" I spat, turning around to shove him away, but he managed to grab my wrists and pulled me against his body.

"Listen here, bitch." He sneered, his voice taking on a tone that sent fear rushing through my veins like ice cold water.

"It will be better for us both if you don't fight me. Not that I couldn't take you. I do like them feisty though." He said, his eyes darkening as my heart pounded against my chest. Where the fuck was Alice when I needed her most?

Ohh. I'm evil. xD Sorry for the cliffhanger.

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