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Chapter 7--Copper Top

"Alice! Are you ready yet?! It's already ten!" I called into the bathroom as I banged my fist against the door. Freak'n A man, she's taking forever.

"I'm coming, jeez Bella. Don't bust a pipe," she muttered as she walked out, fluffing her hair. I rolled my eyes just as she stopped short, looking at me outfit with a slight frown on her face. "Really Bella? I mean, you do look good but don't you want to wear a party outfit?" she asked, shaking her hips a little bit as her short skirt swayed back and forth.

"Nope, not really," I said, shaking my head as she huffed. You would dark wash jeans, a dark blue hoodie, and gym shoes would make her a little happy. I mean, it's probably going to get cold-it's on the freak'n roof.

She sighed tragically and walked over to Rose who was waiting impatiently by the door, wearing a jean skirt and green top. "See? This is acceptable," Alice said, gesturing towards Rose's outfit before walking out the door ahead of us. Rose just looked at me and we shared a brief eye roll before following after her, making our way up the stairs.

We reached the top and Alice pried open the door, loud music instantly thumping in our ear drums. There were about fifty people dancing around on the roof and maybe twenty more scattered around talking and eating food. "Okay guys, no drinking," I said sternly, turning to Rose and Alice. "We have work tomorrow and you two can't afford a hang over," I said.

"Whatever Bella," Rose said, rolling her eyes. They always give me shit because I don't drink-well, to be honest, alcohol really doesn't taste that good to me. "What's the signal for tonight?" she asked, becoming a little more serious.

"I say we go subtle and use the ear lobe tug this time," Alice said, Rose and I nodded in agreement. This is something we always make a point to establish before going anywhere in large groups. The signal is used when we're talking to someone-guy or girl it doesn't matter-and we want out. That way one of us knows to come intervene or just call our cell phones and make an excuse.

"Bella!" someone called suddenly. We all looked around and then I groaned loudly when I realized who it was.

"Creeper at my three, ETA ten seconds," I muttered to the girls before they looked over to see Mike, the guy who technically invited us, heading this way. (When she says three she means her three o'clock and ETA means estimated time of arrival. It's military terms-I just like using it.)

"Hey Bella, glad you could make it," Mike said brightly as he came to a stop in front of me.

"Yeah, thanks for inviting us Mitch," I said, purposely screwing up his name to see if he'll take the hint. He didn't.

"Mike," he corrected easily, I just shrugged while the girls held in their laughter. "You want to dance?" he asked me.

I forced a smile. "Sure," I said through gritted teeth. I know he won't give up-that just seems to be his type. I figure I might as well get this over with so he leaves me alone. I followed him towards all the people who were obscenely close to each other and grinding. Awesome. My favorite kind of dancing…not. A pretty upbeat song was on so I just swaying easily to the beat as Mike…flailed blindly around in an offbeat, awkward way that made me take a couple steps back.

I glanced helplessly towards Rose and Alice who were laughing hysterically as they watched Mike. I glared at them and they both gave me quick sympathetic looks before cracking up again. I cursed under my breath. I am so lucky they are no where near me or the Kitty Jar would've just gained about ten bucks.

"So, you having fun?" Mike asked loudly over the music.

"Oh yeah, this is…great," I lied as I watched him continue to dance. My eyes darted over his left shoulder just as I saw a flash of bronze hair. Was that…no freaking way. I stared at the guy, still dancing while Mike was oblivious to my distraction. It was the guy from the park, standing by two other good looking guys as he ate nachos off of the bigger one's plate. "Hey Millard," I began.

"Mike," he corrected again, still not seeming all that bothered by it. I'd be willing to bet this has happened before.

"Yeah. Uh, I need to go to the bathroom really quick. I'll see you later," I said quickly, walking swiftly away and towards Rose and Alice. "Oh my God," I said once I was in front of them.

"That's what I was thinking too," Rose snorted as she looked passed me towards Mike who I'm guessing was still spazing out on the dance floor.

"That's not was talking about," I said as I grabbed their arms and yanked them in the direction of the park guy. "Him," I said, pointing him out. "The one with weird hair is the guy with the dog from the park," I told them.

"No freak'n way!" Alice exclaimed, a huge smile growing on her face. "You're right, he is hot."

"Yeah. You're just lucky you saw him first," Rose said. Then she shrugged. "Oh well, I'll just go flirt with his friend," she said as a sly smile crept onto her face.

"You better not be talking about the blonde one-because I call him," Alice said quickly.

Rose snorted. "You can have Honey Head-I just want Muscles," she said easily.

"Hey, Honey Head has muscles," Alice defended automatically.

"Not really-he's kind of skinny," Rose said as she wrinkled her noise and Alice scoffed loudly, folding her arms.

"He is not!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah he is-look at Bella's guy-he's got muscles…maybe even a six pack," she said thoughtfully as she looked at them.

"Oh please, he so does not," Alice snorted.

I put my hands on my hips. "He so does," I countered. "I've seen him up close," I smirked.

"Maybe you need your eyes checked," she said with a slight smirk as I narrowed my eyes.

"At least Copper Top's not on steroids," I said, looking pointedly at Rose who's mouth dropped open.

"Oh come on, those are so natural," Rose scoffed immediately. "Even if they're not it's not like that's Ginger Kid's real hair color," she said with a smirk.

"His hair is not red-it's clearly bronze," I defended. You can't buy that kind of hair color-that's a gift from above!

"Just because you drool over anything with dimples and curly hair doesn't mean you take the time to look at what else is out there," I pointed out.

"Yeah, look at those blue eyes," Alice sighed dreamily as she looked at the blonde guy.

"They're probably contacts," Rose muttered under her breath as I rolled my eyes. We are all idiots.

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EPOV

Emmett snorted loudly and then shook his head pityingly as he looked onto the dance floor. "Poor girl-she never even had a chance," he said tragically.

"What are you talking about?" Jasper asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Check out Newton and his latest victim," Emmett said, pointing towards the crowd of dancing people. I followed his gaze and my mouth dropped open. It was that girl-that beautiful girl from the park who was currently cringing away from Mike as jumped all around doing what I could only guess was meant to be dancing.

"Dude, that's her-that's the girl from the park," I told them, staring at her as she tried to hide her grimace.

"Seriously? Wow, you weren't lying; she really is a hottie," Emmett said approvingly as I glared at him. I looked back at her just as she walked away from Mike to go and stand by two other girls, a short one with black hair and a tall blonde. "Whoa, and check out her friends," Emmett said, a sly smile spreading across his face as he looked at them. "Shit! They're looking! Act casual," he said, looking away and whistling 'casually.'

"Have I ever told you how smart you are?" I asked Emmett with a smile on my face.

"No. You haven't," he said easily, looking at me curiously.

"Good," I said as Jasper laughed and Emmett glared at me.

"You're just lucky I prefer blondes-because if I didn't your little brown eyed beauty would be mine," he said confidently.

I rolled my eyes and snorted. "You have no taste in girls at all Emmett. I mean, she's not even trying to stand out and she's clearly the most beautiful girl here," I said. Come on, she's wearing jeans and a hoodie and she's practically glowing.

"I actually think the short one is prettier," Jasper said casually.

"Of course the giraffe would prefer the munchkin," Emmett said as he rolled his eyes.

"She's not that short-you're just so freakishly huge that you think everyone is small in comparison," Jasper defended.

"It's all muscle!" Emmett exclaimed.

I snorted. "You wish," I muttered-but not quiet enough. Emmett's glare instantly turned to me.

"At least the blonde one didn't dance with Newton," he said with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm sure even you noticed that she wasn't happy about it," I said.

"She even left before the song was over," Jasper added helpfully.

"Oh don't you go defending him-you were the one complaining about all his freakish conditioner taking up the shelves in the bathroom," Emmett said, narrowing his eyes at Jasper as his wide-eyed.

"That's the only shampoo that will get my hair even a little normal looking," I said, eyes wide as I tried to defend myself. It's not my fault it's in a huge freaking bottle! God!

"Oh please Edward, we know you have a secret infatuation with your hair," Jasper scoffed as he and Emmett laughed.

I glared at both of them. "At least dogs don't hate me for no reason," I said, looking at Jasper pointedly who stopped laughing. "And I'm not the one who spends all that time flexing in the mirror," I added to Emmett as Jasper smirked and Emmett glared.

"You would too if you were as hot as me," he defended seriously.

"You are so conceited," Jasper scoffed.

"I'm conceited?" Emmett asked in disbelief as Jasper smirked at him. "You were the one who always got what you wanted when we were little. You would just widen your beady little eyes and all the adults would practically bow at your five year old feet," Emmett said as Jasper continued to smirk.

"That's just using what I have," he said easily.

"And I'm admiring what I have-what's the freak'n difference?!" Emmett exclaimed with wide eyes as he looked around for an answer.

"If you don't already know it yourself I don't think we can help you," I said simply, shaking my head as Jasper sighed tragically.

"You know what? When those voodoo sisters come to get us-you're going first," he said, pointing at me.

"Me? Why me? You're the one who stuck our boxers to their sliding glass door," I exclaimed, surprised at the sudden change of topic.

"So? I should be spared because of my genius," he said easily.

"Yeah, because silly string is so revolutionary," Jasper snorted.

"It's better than mouse traps," he defended.

"At least that would affect them more than boxers," Jasper said.

"Not if you count emotional trauma," I added in helpfully.

"Yeah, that's probably going to scar them for life," he agreed as Emmett scoffed.

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BPOV

We shared an open mouthed stare. "Oh my God, they're those dicks next door!" Alice whispered fiercely.

I nodded in agreement, still stunned after listening to part of their conversation. Why did it have to be him? He was so hot and nice and perfect and then….

"Wait. This is good," Rose said with a smirk as she pulled us away from the three guys. This sucks. We were just about to start talking to them and then we heard them talking about their little 'prank.' "Now we know who they are-this could totally work for us," she said with a sly smile.

"But Rose, they're hot," Alice whined.

"But Alice, they're douche bags," I whined back.

She thought for a second before glancing back over at the guys who were now laughing loudly. "You're right," she agreed, her expression hardening slightly. "And they're going down."

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