Okay, there's not really much to say, except that I'm sorry I haven't like, posted pictures or anything. There's really only two outfits so far, and I just never really had the time to find them. So as for now just get a picture in you're mind. On to Chapter 4!

Chapter 4-Regret

I woke up to a terrible pain in my head, and across the room on the other bed I heard a hurt moan coming from Alice. I guess she felt it too...

Ugh. My stomach felt nauseous along with the throbbing in my head. What happened last night? The last thing I clearly remembered was getting a round of shots, though I didn't know what round. Oh no. Crap. I thought I wasn't going to do that! What else did I remember? I had a vague image of Rosalie, Alice and I dancing, not very mature-like. Wow, that must have gotten a few looks. Then I remembered going to the bar, and seeing a really cute guy. After that, I couldn't exactly remember.

I saw a few image's in my head, like a slideshow, of him and me against the wall, kissing each other. Next, I was propped up on top of him, he supporting my weight with his hands on my butt. Then, I remember him leading me into a room, my clothes were off, and I was in my bra and underwear.

Oh. My. God. No i didn't! I could not have! Did I? Could I have gone that far, even if I was wasted. I was deffinatly, totally wasted, and now experiencing a hangover. That was obvious. But did I really go far enough to sleep with someone who I didn't even know, even drunk? In the back of my mind, I doubted that. But I still wasn't sure.

All of a sudden, I felt my stomach lurch. I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom, where I puked. Then I puked again. Ugh, I felt terrible! This is what I get for disobeying my own rules! I heard Alice get up, too, and run to the bathroom in the main room.

After about an hour, I was dressed and sitting at our bar area, in front of our kitchen, slowly drinking water. Alice said she didn't feel like making me over, and that I better do a really good job at it myself. It was weird, I wasn't used to seeing Alice this...calm or mellow. Or sick. Well, that's our punishment.

I made myself look at presentable as I could for my first class at ten. I looked in the mirror, to check. My hair was in a high ponytail, hopeless as it was. It didn't look that bad, but very clean and fresh looking-that's what I needed. My makeup had the same description. I made it natural, darkening the eyes a little, and putting on pale-pink lipgloss. Not bad, Alice would have done better, obviously, but not bad for me. I decided to go with a navy blue sweater over a grey-white tank top. Normally I would have just picked out a t-shirt, but that would have made me look worse. I needed to look good. After that, I threw on some jeans, and my white converse sneakers.

Alice's class didn't start till eleven, so I shuffled out of our dorm with my bag full of my laptop, writing utensils, and a bunch of other junk.

I was still really nervous and embarrassed about my little affair, which I did not even know exactly what happened, with the extremely attractive, bronze haired guy. My last glimpse of him had been a bit foggy, and I barely could make out details and what not, but I saw he had bronze, tousled hair, amazing green eyes, and a cocky grin. Obviously he was beautiful, but had he been drunk, too? Was he really a mature, smart gentleman? Or some player hoping to get it on? Did I? Ugh! this was so frustrating, not knowing what happened. I felt like I needed to maybe confront him about it, but I was scared...

As I thought about this on my way to class, I didn't notice when I actually saw him coming over to me, only about ten yards away. Shit. I kept walking straight ahead, trying to keep my voice composed. He truly was gorgeous. But of all people, why would he want to hook up with me? I wasn't some blonde hottie who got drunk almost every night to hook up with guys. I've seen that, and there was always a few. Maybe they were all taken...

"Excuse me, but I do believe we've met before," I heard a charming, velvet voice say in my ear, directly behind me. I spun around. I was pretty sure that it was the same guy who I "talked" to last night, but I decided to play it dumb, just in case it wasn't. That would be EXTRMELY embarrassing. Plus, if I did call him out, he could have been in the same state as me-just drunk, wasted.

"Um, sorry, but who are you?" I asked. That was actually true. Who was he? I didn't know his name or anything about him.

He laughed. "You don't remember me? From last night? Surely you must, it was very...heated." Crap.

"Uh, look, last night I was in a bad position, okay? I'm not like that, and I was just drunk. It was a mistake." I was flustered, this was totally embarrassing!

"Ah, yes, I thought so," he said, that cocky grin I vaguely remembered playing on his lips. "I just came over here to see if you were interested in round two." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Oh god. So we WAS a player! I would have understood if he said he had been drunk, too, but he obviously wasn't. He has just taken advantage of me when I was in a bad state, and I was NOT okay with that at all.

"Excuse me, but I don't think I want to be getting all close with some obnoxious, disgusting player who thinks he can get whatever he wants with looks and false charm. Especially someone who purposefully took advantage of me!" My blood pressure was rising now.

The look on his face was shocked, but still attractive. No Bella, don't think like that. "If I'm correct you already did." I opened my mouth to protest, but he talked first, his tone now slightly amused, and cocky. "But that's okay, a challenge just makes me want something even more."

"Why can't you just go chase after some trashy hooker who will actually be happy to do...whatever you do...with you?" I asked. Wouldn't he just prefer that? There was nothing special about me. "And I hope you enjoy your first dose of sad disappointment, because I will not be speaking to you, even." I turned to go, but I still had one question.

"Uh," I said, my confidents now being replaced by fresh embarrassment. "We didn't like...you know...go too far did we?" I looked away, I couldn't look into his amused, confident eyes.

"No," He stated, now a grimace on his face. "It seemed when I attempted to some conscious part of your mind stopped me. You have a hot body though, I certainly did see, and feel, a lot of it. I froze, my face heating. He smiled.

"I have to go," I said, now extremely relieved, but very embarrassed. Happily, we stopped at my underwear, but that's still horrible! How could I have gone so low?! I didn't even know his name. Then, I felt a strong hand touch my arm.

"I'm Edward Masen, by the way. And I didn't catch your name?" His eyes were now looking at my body. Disgusted and embarrassed, I turned away.

"Bella Swan," I snapped over my shoulder, acid dripping in my voice.

Okay, soooooo sorry for not updating sooner! I just got so caught up in like, school and sports and friends and all that. Weekends I'll have more updates, probably, depending on plans, but it'll go by slower during the week. I'm trying the best I can, though. Please review! I need to know how well you guys like or hate my story! I know it's different, but that's what fan fiction's about right? Taking something and changing it into your own? Okay, rambling again. Just review, please!!!!