Hey! Well, I got inspired and kept writing, so here we are. I hope you like it. Womanizer
I pounded on Emmett's bedroom door in his lavish pent house suite. "Are you girls done yet?!" I yelled. It was Friday, and just like Jacob had predicted, I was going to his stupid party. With stupid Emmett and my stupid idiot of a best friend, Jasper who stupidly bets on everything. God, why are guys so stupid?!
"Chillax, Bella," Emmett said, opening the door and coming out. "It doesn't take 5 minutes to look this good."
I rolled my eyes, "Where's Cinderella?"
"Cinderella?" Emmett questioned. "Oh, Jasper's still in there, putting on his tie. I don't think he knows how to do it."
"Yes I do!" Jasper yelled from outside the door.
"A and B conversation, Jasper. C your blonde ass out of it!" Emmett yelled back. "Go help him, Bella. Before he chokes himself."
"That doesn't sound like a such a bad idea at this point considering that because of him, I have to go to this stupid thing."
"Oh relax, toots," Emmett grinned.
I glared at him, "Not you too!"
"Oh yes," Emmett replied. "I'm very fond of the nickname. Now go help him. And make sure not to tie it too loose."
"Oh, trust me. It won't be loose. It might actually be too tight," I gave Emmett a devilish smile while he just laughed.
I opened the door to find Jasper muttering to himself while messing with the tie.
"Need help?" I asked.
"A little," he replied.
I walked up to him and started undoing the various knots he'd made when he started talking. "Who's stupid idea was it to invent one of these stupid chokehold things anyway?"
"Probably, a girl's idea. Who's best friend made a stupid bet, and now the girl has to go to some stupid rich people party," I said tightening his tie a little too tight.
"Ouch, Bella!" Jasper whined.
I loosened it a little, "Sorry. I guess."
"Apology accepted. I guess," Jasper grinned, putting on his jacket.
Jasper tightened his a tie a little and then finally turned to me. "Wow."
"What?" I asked.
"You look good, Bella."
I blushed, "Stop kissing my ass."
"No seriously, you look great," Jasper smiled. "Almost as good as me."
"Shut up," I pushed him, as he walked out of the room.
With Jasper gone, I looked at my reflection. My face was flushed from my blushing, and my hair had lost some of it's curliness--thankfully--so that now it was just in loose curls. I didn't have on too much make-up, but enough to tell I did have some on. And my dress looked good on me too. Not showing too much skin, but enough. I looked at myself again, smiling. I looked good.
When I walked back into the living room, Emmett was walking around the living room, talking on the phone. While, Jasper was stretched out on the couch, watching something on the TV intently. I was about to walk over and sit down and began watching TV along with him, but Emmett finished his phone call.
"Let's go," he stated.
I groaned, while Jasper just gave me the biggest smile. "Don't smile at me, Jazz."
"Oh, quit being a party pooper. You look good, and I'm you're date. How can the night go possibly wrong?"
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Where's your date, Emmett?"
"Oh, she's meeting us over there," Emmett said, pressing buttons on the elevator.
"Why?" I asked.
"'Cause she's my date, Bella," he replied in a 'duh' tone.
I looked at him confused and then I looked toward Jasper who just shrugged, rolling his eyes.
"I'm still confused."
"She's my date. Not my girlfriend. Or anything else important like that. She's basically just arm candy..." he drifted off.
"A.k.a. the girl you're going to this thing with in order to sleep with her and then leave her in morning," I finished for him.
"Well, when you put it that way, you just make me seem like..."
"A manwhore?" Jasper suggested.
I laughed, "A womanizer?"
"Now, you're just making me sound like a perv. I prefer manwhore."
"Manwhore it is," I said, as a limo pulled up. "The limo, Emmett? Really?" Part of the deal for me going to this shindig was that we couldn't take the limo. I didn't want to take the stupid limo because to me, that would be like conforming. And I didn't want to conform to the 'good life.' I liked my life the way it was, thank you very much.
"The 'rents made me take it," Emmett replied. "Apparently, my jeep doesn't make us look good or something. Whatever, the point is, we have to take the limo."
"Great," I grumbled. "Do you at least have champagne or something? I need to be drunk or at least a little buzzed to make it through the night."
"Are you kidding?" Emmett asked. "A full-stocked bar."
"Awesome," I replied. "Now, let's get this thing over with."
When we got to the hotel, the party was in full swing. Champagne and other various alcoholic drinks were being poured, sweaty teenagers were crowding the dance floor dancing to some stupid top 40 song, and the gossip girls a.k.a Rosalie, Lauren, Jessica, and the new girl, Alice were all standing around, looking at everyone. They were probably dissecting everyone's outfits and what was 'in' and what was 'out.' How lame, I thought as Jasper, Emmett, Emmett's date, Kate, and I weaved out way through the crowd when someone grabbed my wrist. Of course. It was my stalker, Jacob.
"So you came," he said in a smug tone.
"So I did."
"You came for me."
I raised my eyebrows, "Whatever you need to believe."
"Why are you playing hard to get?" He asked.
"I'm not playing!" I exclaimed matter-of-factly.
He looked at me shocked as I continued, "Actually, I can't freakin' stand you. Now do me a favor and leave me alone."
When he didn't reply, I simply removed my arm out of his grasp and started making my way over to the bar where Jasper was standing along with Emmett, Kate, and a pissed off-looking Rosalie Hale. When I got to the bar, the bartender offered me a flute of champagne, and I happily took it.
"So are you cheating on me now, Bells?" Jasper joked.
"What are you talking about?" I snapped.
"Whoa. Why so serious?" Jasper chuckled.
"Sorry," I replied.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong is that damn Jacob. I freakin' hate him and his annoying, stalkerish ways. He's like a incurable disease that just won't go away. Like a lost puppy, that needs to be taken back to the goddamn pound because nobody is crazy enough to take him in. And then this stupid party. And me in this stupid dress with all these stupid ass people. And this stupid music! God, what is this stuff? Metro Station - Shake It?! Kill me now," I babbled.
"You're rambling," Jasper stated. "Take a deep breathe."
I took a deep breathe, "Yeah. Not helping."
Jasper shrugged, "But yeah, this music. Horrible."
"For real, next thing you know they'll start blasting off Britney Spears' latest hit--"
I got cut off by Jasper's laughter. "Speak of the devil," he pointed to the ceiling as Womanizer started playing.
"Oh, wow."
"You must be psychic," Kate said, taking Emmett's arm -- leading him to the dance floor, I assumed.
"Nah, our Bella is just psycho," Emmett chuckled.
"And our Emmett is just a womanizer," I winked at Emmett.
He laughed. "Better than a manwhore," he whispered in my ear.
I pushed him away, "Go dance."
"Fine," he replied. "See you later," he paused, looking at Kate who was out on the dance floor already dancing. "Better yet, I'll see you tomorrow."
I laughed, turning back to Jasper who was now talking to the new girl, Alice. They both looked like they were really into whatever they were talking about since Jasper was smiling like a Cheshire cat and new girl was giggling like a school girl, so I turned back the other way and took a seat on the bar stool in front of me.
Out of boredom, I took out my phone only to see that I had a text message from Charlie telling me to 'Have fun, but not too much fun.' And to be home by midnight. I checked the time and it was only 11:11 PM. Make a wish: Get me the hell out of here. I really didn't want to be here. So I just sat there and began playing Tetris--which I really sucked at, but hey, I was bored--and I got really into when a voice broke me out of my concentration.
I looked up from my game to find none other than my lab partner, Edward Cullen or something like that sitting next to me. "Huh?" I asked. "What did you say?"
"I said: look's like you're having fun."
"A blast, really," I sarcastically replied.
He chuckled, "It sure looks like it. Champagne and Tetris, didn't know that made for a fun Friday night."
"Oh, trust me, it does."
"I'll bet. So how come you're not out there dancing?" He asked. "Don't girls enjoy this sort of things?"
"Not this girl," I replied. "I really didn't want to come to this thing, it was all Jasper's fault."
He knitted his eyebrows, "Why is it Jasper's fault?"
I was originally gonna tell him to just mind his business, but I was bored, and he was being nice, and I guess I wanted to sort of make up for being such a raging bitch at school, so I went ahead and told him. "Well over the summer, when Emmett was away at the Hamptons, him and Jasper betted on how many girls Emmett could hook-up with. And Jasper betted too low, so Emmett won. And the rules of the bet were if Jasper and I--yeah, apparently my name was put into this thing too--lost, we'd have to do something for Emmett. And he wanted us to come to this thing so he wouldn't be bored or some crap like that, so here I am."
"Sucks."
"Yep," I said, circling the top of my champagne glass with the tip of my finger. "So how come you're not out dancing?"
"Don't have anyone to dance with," he simply answered.
"Are you serious? I can point out 10 girls from our school that would love more than anything to dance with you right now."
He laughed, "Okay, there's not anyone I want to dance with, except for one person."
"Oooh. And who would that b--" I stopped talking when I saw Jacob coming my way. God, would he ever just get the freakin' picture?
I panicked and then looked at Edward, "Look, I know we're not exactly best friends--actually, this is probably the nicest I've been to you since you came here--anyway, I was just wondering: would you dance with me?"
"Uh, sure," Edward replied, a little unsure. I guess he was freaked out because it was so sudden.
"Great!" I exclaimed, grabbing his arm.
When we got to the dance floor, one of my favorite songs started playing. You and I Collide by Howie Day. I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I found our close proximity strange. But not strange in a creepy way, more of a nervous-because-you're-so-freaking-cute-way. I looked over at the bar to find Jacob sipping some drink which looked like rum, and he looked annoyed.
I finally turned my attention back to Edward, to find him staring at me. I blushed, I didn't really like it when people stared at me. So I looked down at our feet which were perfectly swaying back and forth to the music. Who knew I could dance? I guess it really was all in the leading. I was broken out of my musings by his voice.
"You know, you really make a guy feel cheap," he teased.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I'm talking about the fact that you're using me to make that guy jealous," Edward paused looking back at Jacob, "And from the looks of it, it's working."
I lightly laughed, "Uh, no. You have it all wrong. The last thing I'm trying to do is make him jealous. He's my ex. And he won't leave me alone."
"Oh, bad break-up?"
"You could say so," I replied as the final notes of the song played.
I disentangled myself from him. "Well, it's been grand," I stated.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah, being stalked for the rest of the night isn't really my thing," I joked.
He chuckled, "Alright. Well then, I guess I'll see you Monday."
"Yep," I replied. "Oh and if you see Jasper or Emmett, can you tell them I left?"
"Sure."
"Okay, tell them I took a cab too? So Emmett doesn't freak thinking I took his limo."
"Yeah. But, you sure you wanna take a cab?" He asked.
"Of course."
"Is it safe?"
"Oh wow," I scoffed. "You really are a richie." I muttered the last part.
"A what?" Edward asked.
"Nothing. You're just one of those people who's never taken a cab."
"Yes I have. I lived in Chicago for my whole life up until this summer, of course I've taken a cab," he defended himself.
"You've never taken one in New York then since you're asking about safety..."
"True," he replied. "But I was just wondering since New York, I don't know, doesn't seem safe."
I scoffed, "Since Michael Bloomberg has been Mayor, the crime rate has gone down significantly--"
"Quite the patriot," he teased.
"What can I say? I love New York," I paused, "Well, the city, not that girl with the really bad weave and annoying TV show that poisions VH1..."
He gave a me a weird look. "Sorry, I uh, tend to ramble."
Edward chuckled, "I can see that."
I laughed, "Shut up."
"Wouldn't that be a good thing for you to do Miss. Ramble-a-lot?" He teased.
"You know, you're kind mean, Mr. Cullen," I had a bemused expression on my face.
He smiled, "Yeah, I learned it all from my lab partner."
I scoffed, "I'm not that much of a bitch to you," I paused a little ashamed. Edward really wasn't so bad, he was actually nice. "Am I?"
"Just a little bit," he made a measurement with his fingers.
"Sorry," I replied quickly.
"It's cool," he smiled.
"Incase you can't tell, I judge books by their covers, so uh, sorry," I stated. "Well, I better get going. Curfew."
"You have a curfew?" He asked.
"Of course," I replied. "My Dad's, well, a Dad. Wants me to be safe and all that jazz. So yeah, I gotta go catch a cab and pray that I make it by midnight."
"What time is it?" He asked.
"11:43. Hopefully, there's not to much traffic--" I began muttering, when he cut me off.
"You wanna catch a ride with me? I was gonna head out anyway..." He offered.
I was gonna say no, but I figured what the hell. Plus, Charlie would be pissed if I came home late. "Uh, yeah. Thanks."
"That's what lab partners are for," he joked.
TBC :) Comments? Questions? Suggestions?
FYI, I love both songs B/J hate, lol. Oh and I also made a banner for this FF -- it kinda gives something away, well, if you know the song lyrics on it (it's not YAIC lyrics by Howie Day, btw). Link in my profile.
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