AN: I do not own the Twilighty things we all know and love.
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"Well, I guess I'll have to get them drunk first," Audra said.
Bella's first impression when she saw a glossy green sportscar pull into the driveway and honk several times was taht this was the type of place where tons of teenagers lived, but when noody bothered to go to the car, she began to wonder. She glanced over at Edward, who was flipping through an Arabian comic book, before she slipped out of the room. She wandered around slightly until she found the side stairway.
As she walked down the stairs, she ran into the French girl. However, she wasn't wearing what she had been wearing earlier.
Now, she was dressed in a tight,skanky halter top with sparkling sequins. She had a pair of skin-tight black pants. Her hair was in a curling mess, but in such a manner that it looked nice. She had put on makeup to match her shirt. Her boots made Bella's dead heart stop beating.
"Wow," Bella whisphered so softly that she thought the girl hadn't heard.
She had.
The girl whipped around. "What?" Her voice had an undertone of authority; almost as if she thought that she was better than her.
Bella held up her hands and put on a bewildered expression. "What do you mean?"
The girl's eyes narrowed. "You know what." THen, she turned her head and continued walking down the stairs.
Bella's own eyes narrowed. SHe didn't like this girl, and there was something familiar aout her. Cursing in her head, Bella turned and walked up the stairs, cursing.
She didn't know that the girl was listening.
Audra watched as Isabella Cullen went back up the stairs. Audra knew that Isabella didn't like her, and she was glad to return that emotion.
That is, if she had any emotion.
Hearing the sportscar honk again, Audra sighed and hurried off to it.