Sorry, did you say Isabel Swan?

Chapter 3: Sway

A/N: Hey Y'all! So here's the next chapter of the story! I want to give a giant shout out to Emma-MasenCullen for reviewing a whopping 3 times!!! Thanks also to keysmommy,KayBayyy2342,princessatessa08 for reviewing…. and of course thanks to everyone who faved/alerted my story… You are all awesome!

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Previously:

Then I tied it to the handle of my wardrobe. I then opened the window and threw it out. It hit the floor. Mike stood at the bottom and held his arms out to catch me. I slid down sleekly into his arms.

Isabel's P.O.V

We ran to his car, as quickly as we could so that Charlie wouldn't see us. I climbed into the car and slammed the door. He rushed to his side of the car and started the engine. Then we drove away as fast as we could. I peered anxiously from the back window towards the house but there wasn't even a stir. Charlie would kill me, but I would deal with that later, I was out to have a good time tonight.

"You look fabulous by the way," Mike said, giving me a smile. I smiled back, "Thanks, Mike" I said, adjusting the beret in my pocket mirror, which I had pulled out of my purse to check that I looked tres chic. Then I turned the radio up, "Woo! I love this song," I cried as 'Rihanna- Don't stop the music' blasted through the car speakers. Mike grinned at me as I started to sing along. "It's getting late, I'm making my way over to my favorite place, I gotta get my body moving, shake the stress away. I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way" Then he pulled up in front of the night club.

It was a big building, and had a large crowd of people all lined up, in front of the door. On top of the door, hung a huge sign saying 'Sway' in flashing red letters. Loud music was blasting from inside and people were cheering, dancing and talking inside from the sound of things. A guy stood in front of the door, telling people to go in or not. We got out of the car. It was cold out and I shivered. Mike offered me his football jersey but I declined. Better freeze to death in style, than stay alive looking like a weirdo. However he took his hand in mine, and I squeezed his warm hand feeling a little bit warmer.

We walked towards the line of people, searching the hordes of people for our friends. We spotted Lauren, Tyler, Jess and this other guy with the same shade of light brown hair and green eyes. Must be Peter, I thought to myself with a grin. I felt Mike tense with my free hand as we advanced towards them.

"Hey Guys!" I called over the buzz of the crowd. "Hey Izz, This is Peter," Jess called, a proud smile on her face. She was practically bubbling over with excitement. I grinned at him and shook his hand, "Hey Peter," As I neared; I saw that he had the exact same shade of light brown hair color as Jess and the same pale skin. He practically looked like her twin brother. Except for the whole eye color thing. Peter had glowing green eyes, unlike Jess. He had green eyes, I thought wistfully to myself, before he became a vampire that is. Jessica and Peter made a good couple though. They kind of, like, matched together.

"Hi Isabel," He said shyly. I couldn't possibly imagine what he had done to Mike. He looked so nice. "Hey, Mike," He added, nodding to my boyfriend who scowled at him for a second. I elbowed him in the side. How could he be so rude? "Hey Man," Mike grumbled, rubbing his waist. He then put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

"So, we going in?" I asked the rest of them. Lauren, Tyler and Jess nodded eagerly. "Yup! With your charisma. Just a little flirt from you will send the doorman into a daze," Lauren said, enthusiastically. I felt mortified. "God, no," I pleaded, cringing. Mike shook his head, "No. My girlfriends not gonna flirt with some random dude," He said, firmly, holding me tighter to his side. I nodded in approval. Jess rolled her eyes, "Izzy's the hottest one of us. Just a flirty smile will get us into that damn club in a jiffy." She pleaded.

Lauren looked at Mike, an importunate look on her face. Mike huffed, "Fine. But if he so much as touches her, he's dead meat," He said, kissing me on the cheek. God, he would prefer to see me flirt with another guy than not get in a club. He would so never have done that. Urgh. Why did I keep thinking of him? Deleting last thought. I nodded reluctantly, registering all their hopeful faces. "What do I have to say?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

Lauren thought for a second, "Erm, just give him a flick of your gorgeous hair and say we wanna get in!" She said in a very 'duh' voice. I couldn't help but roll my kohl-rimmed eyes. "Whatever" I muttered. Then I headed towards the door of 'sway', the rest followed keenly. I winded my hair around my finger, all sexily. I flashed the doorman, who was a guy of about 20 years old, my best smile.

"Hey, I wanna ask you a little favor," I told him, seductively. I ruffled my hair, and pouted. He looked dazed for a second. "What, sugar?" He asked, looking me up and down. I smiled, as attractively as I could. "I wanna get into that club, so I can strut my stuff," I muttered, trying to sound as mature as I could. "How old are you?" He asked, looking entranced.

I smiled, my most dazzling smile, "Old enough," I said in my flirtiest voice. He smiled back and was about to open the gate, when old policeman came out of the club. He looked about in his fifties or something. I groaned. "What are you doing, Rick? They're all underage. I know you cant help yourself with pretty brunettes but its so obvious she and her friends are underage. She can be what? 16?"He asked. I scowled, "I'm eighteen actually, nearly nineteen." I shot back.

Mike came forward and put his arm around my waist. "Izz, Calm Down," He muttered into my ear. I shook his arm off. The police officer rolled his eyes at me in a way that made me wanna punch him in the face. "The legal age for this club is 21 years," He said in this annoying tone. "Erm… mister whoever you are, the legal age for nightclubs is 18," I said, in an irritated tone. He had really annoyed me and he was gonna pay for it.

Mike got closer to me and put his arm around me again. "Cool it, Izzy," He muttered again. I rolled my eyes. The Police frowned at me, "This club in particular is 21," He said. I raised an eyebrow, "Is it the only one in America?" I tried, having fun now. The guy looked like he wanted to hit me.

"Enough, Missy. In fact you shouldn't even be here. You're being put under arrest for both contradicting a police officer and for being underage at a nightclub," I narrowed my eyes," I didn't do anything… besides my dad is a police officer," I muttered to Mike, loud enough for the police to hear.

Mike didn't reply. He gestured to me to look behind me. Lauren, Tyler, Jess and Peter were gone. Out of sight. They must have chickened out when they saw the officer. But it's their own fault; they were the ones who told me to do this. I thought to myself furiously.

"You're Charlie Swan's daughter," The police said, knowingly. I nodded. He grunted, "Fine, as he's my friend, I won't turn you in, but I'll have to escort you home," I frowned. I did not like the sound of that. That way, I wasn't going to be able to try to sneak in again. "Um. Thanks for the offer and everything, but Mike's taking me home," I told him, squeezing my boyfriends hand.

"Get out of here Mike, I'll see to it that Miss Swan gets home safely," The officer told my boyfriend, who took his arms off me, nodded at the police, saluted and headed off. If it wasn't such an annoying situation, it would have been comical. Then I trailed angrily behind the police officer to his car.

He held the back door open for me, politely and I got in, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't help it, I was mad. Then he got into the front and we were speeding towards my house. I peered out of the window, scared at the punishment I would face at home. There was an uncomfortable silence the whole car ride. The officer tried twice to start a conversation but saw my murderous glare and thought better of it.

We arrived in front of my house and I got out quickly. I hoped he wouldn't follow me, but my hope was crushed when I saw the police officer at my tail. I groaned and headed towards the door. I was so busted. I hoped that Jacob wasn't still there or he'd be laughing his head off.

I pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds. Charlie came to the door, dressed in his pajamas and night cap, a confused look on his face. I couldn't blame him; he probably thought I was sound asleep in my bed. Then his confusion turned to fury. "Isabella what the hell are you doing outside? And dressed like a hooker?" I didn't answer. I just bit my lip. I was in for it big this time. The police officer came forward. "She was trying to get into that club 'Sway', the one near Seattle, with her friends," He said, disapprovingly.

Charlie got so angry his face turned purple. "Didn't I tell you not to go out?" He yelled at me. "Yes, but I had to," I said, quietly. I looked at the ground, mortified. I couldn't believe I was being lectured in front of a police officer, on our porch. It was so quiet the whole of Forks could probably hear us. "What do you mean, 'you had to'?" Charlie shouted, loudly.

The other police officer looked taken aback. He had every right to; he'd probably never seen Charlie like this before. Charlie had never even been like this before, up to a few months ago. He was the 'quiet' person. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Charlie," The police officer said, making a hasty exit. Charlie didn't even notice: he was too busy staring at me, waiting for an answer.

I shivered. It was getting cold. I shouldered my way past Charlie, into the warmth of the house. He closed the door behind me and continued staring at me, "Well?" He blasted. "I wanted to meet Jess's new boyfriend," I admitted. Charlie narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't you already have a boyfriend? Mike? How many do you need?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

I held my hand up, "Whoa, no dad. It's not like that. She wanted us to get to know him," Dad frowned, "At a nightclub? On a school night? Dressed like a prostitute?" He asked. I folded my arms across my chest now. "No, I don't look like one. My friends all dress like that," I informed him.

He sighed, "Oh Bella, Isabel-Whatever. I miss the old you!" Charlie admitted. I frowned, "She's gone. She was a loser. She was a goody two shoes!" I said, staring him right in the eyes. "What's so wrong with being good? You used to be such a pleasant kid," I rolled my eyes; "You're the one who told me to make friends when Cullen left." I reminded him. He sighed, "Ugh, you never would have called Edward, Cullen before. When I told you to make friends, I didn't expect this to happen."

He paused for a few seconds, "What's so wrong with Angela?" He wanted to know. I shrugged, "She hates me. Us. Me and My friends. But whatever, you're the one who told me to make friends or you'd send me back to Phoenix. But I'm glad I listened to you. I love my friends, my boyfriend and my new life."

"Um. I'm thinking of sending you now. Maybe Renee will know what to do. I'm not going to stand by watching you wreck your life and not being able to do anything about it. I'm sending you to your mother." He said. I chuckled, "What do you mean, 'I'm ruining my life'? You're acting as if I do drugs and alcohol." I snorted. He sighed, "They're not far. For gods sake, Isabella. You tried to get into a nightclub today. Who knows what you'll do next?"

I chuckled at him. "Um. I'd never do them. Why would I want to poison my body?" I asked. Charlie frowned at me, "I don't know, But I'm sending you home. Maybe your mom will know what to do with you." I snorted, " Very funny, Charlie. I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me." Charlie groaned, "I miss the old Bella." I rolled my eyes, "Whatever Charlie," I said, before storming up to my room.

A/N: So there was chapter 3…. If you liked it, leave me a review to let me know!

Lily xoxo

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