We then watched an episode of 'Ugly Betty' for about half an hour, while waiting for Rosalie to arrive. It was already 2:45. When we were getting to the climax, someone knocked on our door. Of course, we were too busy watching television, eating popcorn, with our eyes glued to the screen to even notice.
But the person at the door kept knocking.
"Oh shut up and leave already," Alice yelled, irritated, without taking her eyes off the television like it was a prized possession. She, too, was a big fan of this show.
The person at the door only knocked all the more harder.
It went on like that for fifteen more minutes, until the episode ended. And of course, our little 'knocker' was still banging on the door.
Annoyed, we both got up and opened the door to find the one and only, Rosalie Hale, her extremely red hand (probably from knocking so hard), shaped in a fist, only inches from my face—where the door was—and wore an expression of pure hatred.
The phrase 'If looks could kill' suddenly zoomed through my mind.
I pretended not to have a clue that she was outside our doorstep for so long. "Hey, Rose," I said sweetly.
"Oh don't 'Hey, Rose' me! What took you so long?" she asked bitterly, her voice coated with venom.
"Whatever are you talking about, dearest friend?" Alice asked.
Rosalie screeched so loud in an ear splitting second that I wasn't even sure I'd be able to hear ever again.
The action was just so quick I was beginning to wonder if it even happened.
She shoved past us and walked straight into the bedroom. We followed suit. "I hate you guys." She said.
"Aww… We know you don't really hate us, Rose," I said. "We're your friends."
"And as your friends," Alice continued, "it's our job to make sure your life is a living hell." I nodded as she spoke. What she was about to say next, well, let's just say that took me by quite a bit of a surprise. "Now that we're done with you, Rose, it's time for Bella."
"That's righ—what?" I exclaimed.
They both exchanged smirks and inched forward; closing in on me with every step they took. They were going to take me now.
I had to think fast, so I went into the bathroom and picked up the only tool I could find; the toilet scrubber.
Perfect.
I stepped out of the bathroom with the scrubber held in front of me, like a police officer pointing a gun straight at the villain.
The girls both looked at it in pure disgust and started backing away as I simply came closer, and closer.
And closer.
"Bella, that's not very—aahh!" Rosalie screamed as it was only about one foot away from her face, her back pressed up against the wall.
She had no where to go.
I laughed a menacing laugh and ran—with the toilet scrubber in my hand, ready to use as a weapon, if need be—out of my room, escaping yet another round of Bella Barbie.
I smiled at myself, pleased.
Then the girls were at the doorstep, yelling for me to stop. I snorted. As if I'd stop and let them have me. Oh my God. That sounds so wrong.
Even though I kept running farther, their screams grew louder, as if they were trying to warn me of something.
"You'll never have me!" I yelled, still not facing the front, with my thumbs in my ears and my fingertips wiggling about. "Neve—" I was cut off since I hit something hard.
Very, very, hard.
And of course, fell flat on my butt. "Ouch!" That hurt so bad. I could barely hear Alice and Rosalie's screeches of 'Oh my God' and 'Get away from her' comments. For I was face to face with the person I least wanted to see right now.
Edward Cullen.
His expression was somewhere between amusement and confusion. I do admit, it does look quite odd for a seventeen-year-old, of all people, running around an apartment with a toilet brush in their hand, yelling.
"Bella, I'm—" He sounded so sincere, but I cut him off. I was still mad at him.
"What do you want now, Edward?" I asked coldly.
He flinched. "I want to talk to you—"
"But I don't want to—"
"Just listen to me. Please?" I didn't say anything so he continued. "Um… I'm not great at apologies but I just wanted to say sorry." He took a deep breath. "I know I was a jerk, and what I did to those girls was wrong. You're words hit me hard that day—and they're still buzzing around, in my head—and now I realized what I've been doing was, well, it was wrong."
I've never seen him act so at a loss of words before. I was too shocked to answer. He probably took my silence the wrong way.
"I can understand if you still hate me." He sighed and ran a hand through his unkempt bronze hair. "You are, after all, a girl, and obviously know how it feels. You were the one that gave me that huge lecture."
Just as I was about to open my mouth to say something, Rosalie and Alice reached me.
"Stay away from her, Edward."
"Yeah. She doesn't want to talk to you," Rosalie snapped.
He put his hands up in surrender and walked away, towards the elevator, with his hands shoved in his pockets.
The girls both were giving me questioning looks. "Later," I responded, and ran off.
"Hey!" I yelled just as the elevator door was closing. A well-toned hand shot out and stopped the doors from closing.
I looked in to see Edward in there. "Can I come in?"
He nodded as an answer.
I walked in and leaned against the wall for support. I was breathing hard from all my excessive 'running.'
"So…" I wasn't sure where to start. "Um, were you serious?"
"About…?"
"Well, about all that you said?" I asked.
He looked away, slightly embarrassed. "Yes, I was."
There was still one question in my mind. "So where does this leave us?"
"What would you like?"
I hesitated. I still wasn't sure if I could trust this guy. I guess he did seem sincere when he was apologizing, and it never hurt to try. "Well, I'd like to be friends."
"Me, too." He then gave me a heart stopping, breathtaking, crooked grin, and the elevator doors swung open; we reached the lobby.
"Where are you going now?"
"No where in particular. Football practise just ended…and you?" He was eyeing my toilet scrubber.
"Um, I was escaping another round of 'Bella Barbie.' "
He started laughing as I blushed at the stupidity of it all.
Once he calmed down, I asked, "Do you know where Jasper and Emmett are?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "We just finished practise. They should be here somewhere."
We both looked around the lobby, and there they were; at a candy machine.
Fighting with it, actually.
Emmett was punching random stuff, yelling at it, his way of punishing it. Jasper was just standing a few feet away, pretending he didn't know Emmett.
We walked up to them. Of course, they didn't notice us approaching them since their backs were to us. I ran as fast as I could and jumped on Emmett's back. He didn't move at all, which meant he was probably expecting this and DID see us. He did, however, scream like a sissy when I put the toilet scrubber inches in front of his face.
Everyone started laughing, and Edward helped me get down.
"Hey jelly belly!" Emmett exclaimed.
"Hey Embear!" I imitated him.
"Hey, Bella."
"Hi, Jasper."
Emmett had a smirk on his face. "Escaping another round of torture?"
"No. Now they call it 'Bella Barbie'." I quoted with my fingers.
They all laughed.
"So I'm assuming you wanna chill with us for a while? Escape all the torture?" Jasper asked.
"Yup."
So we all went up to the twelfth floor, where the guys' dorms were. The three shared one.
We settled on watching a movie. Since I was the first to detest horror, the boys exchanged smirks and put on 'The Grudge 2.'
When they were setting up—obviously not paying attention to me—I was just about to leave when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist from the back, and dragged me into the living room.
"Where do you think you're going?" He whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
"Um…" I suddenly found it hard to concentrate. "No where." It sounded more like a question.
"Good." And he sat us both down on the couch.
"Guys?" they all looked up. "I think I should go now. You know how Rose and Alice get…" I chuckled nervously, trying to gather up more excuses.
Anything but horror movies, I thought.
"Bella." Emmett was looking at me straight in the eye. "You trust us, right?"
I nodded.
"Then you know we won't let anything happen to you. It's just a movie, relax." Jasper added.
"Besides, you have big, old strong Eddie by your side." Emmett winked at Edward, who looked away, embarrassed.
They were obviously hiding something from me.
I sighed. "Okay. Start the movie." The boys cheered. "But," I warned, "if I have nightmares, I blame you three."
They saluted me and mumbled 'Yes ma'am' just as the beginning credits rolled in.
~*108 minutes later—-—After the movie*~
That, by far, was one of the scariest things I ever laid eyes on. The whole duration of the movie, I clung onto Edward. Poor guy; he was probably annoyed to no end.
However, he didn't seem to mind. I was practically on his lap by the end of the movie, and he still didn't complain.
As the credits rolled on, Jasper flicked on the lights and Emmett noticed our position and whistled.
"See, Bella? That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
"I'll kill you, Emmett," I mumbled more to myself than to them.
But of course they heard and laughed.
I looked away, but not before I saw Emmett wink at Edward. Okay then. Talk about weird.
"Are you guys going tonight?" I asked, trying to change the subject, as I tried to get off of Edward's lap, which was a difficult task because his arms created an unbreakable hold around my waist.
I cleared my throat, which seemed to make him notice, and pointed to his arms, which he immediately moved away.
"Thank you." I said as I got up to sit beside him on the couch, facing Emmett and Jasper, who were on the floor.
"So…?" I asked, referring to my recent question.
Both of them had huge smiles on their faces.
"We are so in!" Jasper exclaimed.
"Yeah! What's a party without the Emster?"
"The Emster?" I chocked out.
I looked at Edward, then Jasper, and both of them seemed to be trying not to laugh, and failing miserably at it.
Who knows what went through Emmett's mind, but he suddenly got provoked to telling jokes.
A long while later, I was clutching my stomach, for it hurt so bad from laughing. Jasper and Edward were in no better state, either.
Once Emmett starts with his jokes, there's a long way to go until he stops.
The ironic thing was that his jokes weren't even that funny! He said them with so much enthusiasm and confidence, when they ended up being so lame, is probably what made us laugh so much.
And he actually thought we were laughing at his jokes!
Soon, we were begging him to stop. He finally listened and said something about not knowing what we're missing and another round coming soon.
My phone then rang to 'Disturbia,' indicating I had a text.
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia, disturbia
The boys all groaned when they heard it.
"What?" I asked.
"Alice," they said in unison.
"I know. She set this tone." I wondered what they were trying on imply.
"We know. She put that tone on our phones, too," Edward said.
"Don't ever get her started on music. All she talks about is her obsession with Rihanna, and how it's her greatest ambition to meet the one and only someday."
"It can get irritating after a while. Trust me. You'll hate Rihanna and will have this weird craving to kill her one day," Jasper said.
Emmett shuddered. "Change your ringtone. Trust me. She hasn't threatened you yet."
I rolled my eyes.
I scrolled down my list of mp3's and found 'Disturbia.'
"Disturbia to this?" I put it on full volume.
"Oh, great! Another Rihanna fan! Just what we needed."
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now
The guys groaned and were begging me to stop. I, however, wasn't that forgiving. They made me watch a horror movie, and I have to pay them back for that don't I?
No more gas, in the red, can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it
On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it
Feels like I'm going insane, yeah
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind, it can control you
It's too close for comfort
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia
Faded pictures on the wall, it's like they talking to me
Disconnecting on calls, the phone don't even ring
I gotta get out or figure this sh** out
It's too close for comfort, oh
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind it can control you
I feel like a monster, oh
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you to—
Unfortunately, it looked like luck wasn't on my side today, and my phone's battery died.
Then 'Disturbia' came on from Emmett, Jasper, and Edward's phones all at once.
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia, disturbia
Looks like Alice just messaged them all at once.
I started laughing again. This was too good to pass up.
They all read their text messages and looked up at me, smirking. I completely forgot Alice texted me five minutes ago.
I didn't even bother reading it, too lost in my own amusement.
"The Pixie and Barbie doll require your services. Immediately. So it looks like you'll have to back there, Bella." Emmett said jokingly.
"Do you want us to come with you?" Edward asked with mock seriousness.
I rolled my eyes. "Ha, ha. You're so funny."
"Good luck, then."
And the next thing I knew, I was kicked out and the door slammed behind me, followed by a series of laughs.
"Hey!" I banged on the door. "My phone!"
The door suddenly opened and inch or so, and out flew my phone.
I caught it just when it was a mere inches from the ground.
"Geez," I rolled my eyes. "Watch the merchandise."
I heard more laughter from inside.