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Chapter 4: wrestling with rosalie

And so the primping begins.

After I dusted myself off and checked the damage I did to myself when I hit the floor (one huge purple bruise on my left outer thigh, thank you very much, Alice), I decided I had better pull a Rosalie and get all sexed up. I pulled out my suitcase from the walk-in closet (wow, Alice wasn't kidding when she said this room was huge), and contemplated what to wear.

Oh wait. First I must strip down to my panties in case the boys have discovered the peep hole.

I yanked my black tee over my head and peeled the jeans from my body. Gah, I gotta stop wearing my jeans so tight. I kicked the pants from around my ankles and stood for a moment in my tiny black thong and push-up bra. I shook my hair out around my head, letting it fall seductively around my shoulders in soft waves.

Damn, I look good. I could only hope that Jasper was watching.

...And I wasn't the only one who was hoping to get looked at tonight. Rosalie and Alice seemed to be pulling out all the stops. Rose was wearing a clingy white sweater with a white lace bra underneath. I didn't need to remind her that the white-on-white made her bra completely show through. She knew, and that's why she was wearing it. If you looked closely, you could even see the little tinge of pink of her nipples. But the guys would never stare closely at her chest, I thought sarcastically.

Nah. Never. Whore.

Alice was using her petite frame to her advantage. Because she was so small, she could get away with wearing the tiniest little mini-dresses. She had put on a brown shift-dress that was so short, I doubted it was even a dress at all. I'm pretty sure it was meant to be a shirt.

Fuck. I have some competition tonight, I thought grimly, and began to dig through my things. There just had to be something here sexy enough to tear the guys' attention away from those bitches. Too bad my friends are so fucking hot.

It was interesting to me that I was already thinking of Alice as a friend. Usually I did not warm up to females that quickly. Rose and I had always pretty much stuck to each other. We got along a lot better with the male population of Forks.. Which may explain why the bitches didn't like us. That and my nasty habit of hooking up with other girls' boyfriends, I thought wickedly. Hey, if your boyfriend can't keep it in his pants, that is not my problem.

I was snapped out of my internal monologue by Rose. That cunt threw a shoe at me!

"Earth to Bella!!" She looked pleased with herself. I am so going to slap her. "Gosh, you slut, put some fucking clothes on!"

I could only assume, based on what happened next, that the boys had been listening at the door. Or watching. Or both.

Because at the exact moment that Rosalie chose to announce to the entire motel that I did not have clothes on, Jasper and Edward swung the door that separated our rooms open.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wanted him to see me in my panties, but not caught off guard like this!! Fuck! Rosalie's murder flashed before my eyes, and I was torn for a minute between covering myself up and punishing my so-called friend.

I chose the latter.

Still clad in nothing but a thong and push-up bra, I lunged at Rosalie. She half-gasped, half-screamed as she tried to jump out of the way. The expression on her face was fucking priceless.

Our bodies collided with a thud, and I knocked her to the ground.

Neither of us could breathe for a minute as I had knocked the wind out of both of us. Alice, Jasper, and Edward froze, unsure of what to do, and waiting to gauge our reactions.

Little did they know, Rose and I are savs. We like to play rough. We both burst out laughing.

We couldn't breathe, we laughed so hard. We were both shaking and convulsing, our chests heaving, trying in vain to catch our breath. While we were on the floor, Carlisle and Emmett joined us in the room, wondering what was going on.

Alice, Edward, Jasper, and Carlisle looked concerned and vaguely frightened. Emmett, though, was used to our antics. He just rolled his eyes.

"Don't even worry about those two," he laughed and smiled affectionately down at us. "They do this shit all the time."

We were gasping, tears running down our cheeks, and trying to smooth each others' hair.

"You.. look.. so.. fucking.. ridiculous.." Rose managed to spit out between her laughing sobs.

"Shut.. up.. cunt.." I grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips. She giggled against my mouth at first, attempting to fight me off. Then she moaned and deepened the kiss, gently forcing her tongue into my mouth. I tangled my hands into her hair, tilted my head to the side, and sucked on her lower lip. I smirked against her mouth, flipped her over onto her back, and straddled her hips. I pulled away from her, smiling victoriuosly, and pinned her arms to her sides.

Emmett laughed from behind us. "Seriously, guys. They do it all the time. Better get used to it. And put your dicks back in your pants."

I had totally forgot we had an audience.

I threw my head back, looking at Edward, Carlisle, Jasper, Alice, and Emmett upside down. The looks on their faces ranged from amusement (Emmett), desire (Jasper, Carlisle, Edward) and annoyance (Alice).

Apparently Rosalie and I had stolen the show. Hehehe.

I hopped up off of Rose, suddenly very aware that I was almost naked. Emmett reflexively tossed me his jacket. Good boy. That's why I loved him. I covered myself up and reached down to help up Rosalie. Her cheeks were flushed in what I could only guess was a combination of excitement and embarrassment. She looked so yummy, I didn't know how Emmett could stand it. If I was him, I would've acted like a caveman and drug her off to my room. As it was, though, I was glad he didn't.

It was time for us to all have a little fun together.

***

After Emmett ushered out the perverts ("Ok, guys, show's over..."), I finally chose what I would wear: an itty-bitty denim skirt, a black Lacoste polo, and- this is the skankerific part- black knee-highs, like the ones worn by pornographic school girls everywhere. Paired with my kitten-heeled Mary Janes, a spritz of volumizing spray for my hair, and bright white smile, and I. Looked. Perfect

Eat your hearts out, bitches.

"Ready, ladies?" I held out my hands to Alice and Rose, and they clasped them briefly before I let go and knocked on the door. The anticipation hanging in the air was practically palpable. This night was bound to get wild.

I heard muffled sounds of the guys saying something, and then laughter. Dicks. The I heard someone coming towards the door. Oh shit. One last thing. I turned to the girls.

"So, anyone calling dibs on anyone before we walk through that door?" We all looked at each other. "Well, besides my dibs on Jasper, of course." That went without saying. No one better touch Mine.

Alice and Rosalie shrugged and shook their heads. Apparently tonight would be a free-for-all.

"Alright girls, remember this conversation tomorrow if things don't go the way you want to tonight with Emmett," I looked pointedly at Rose, "or Edward." I turned and fixed my pointed stare on Alice. "This is just the start of our vacay, and I don't want to be breaking up hair-pulling for the rest of the trip." They nodded.

"Agreed," they both promised, just as Jasper was opening the door.

"Well, hello, beautiful," he said, smiling and reaching for my hand. He acted as though he meant to kiss it, and so I held it out to him. Should've known better.. At the last minute he grabbed it, roughly, and attempted to yank me to his chest. Fucker.

"Slow down, soldier, we've got all night," I purred, smirking at the irritated look on his face as I wriggled away and sashayed past him into the room. Carlisle and Edward were sitting on the edge of one of the beds (this one covered in a garish red blanket with orange flowers), drinking Coronas and watching me diss Jasper. They smirked at this developement, and I went and plopped down between them. Carlisle put his arm around my shoulder, and Jasper looked pissed.

Let the games begin.