I'd like to thank all of those who reviewed and voted for who would win the bet, and most of all to Cynthia-Ariana Diadem forgiving me an idea for this chater. I will let you know what it was in the author's not at the end of the chapter.

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BPOV

Alice hauled me through the ocean of people who were all waving their arms above the crowd to the music. Rose was still glued to me, who was also dragging the poor French girl along with her. I felt pity over this woman. Partly because she had just been dumped clean by her boyfriend in front of hundreds of people in a tight humid club, but mostly because she had involuntary gotten herself involved with us. Having someone fall through a window on you whilst you were trying to get over a boy in a cubicle is one thing, but being landed on the head and almost drowning in the toilet is another, let alone have to spend the rest of the night with said person and their insane friends. What could she possibly have done wrong in a past life to deserve this?

"Damn it" Alice cursed, eyeing the bar where Edward, Jasper and Emmet were chatting to the waiter.

Rose grunted. "They may have won this time, but I'll have my way ..." She trailed off, thinking of the possibilities.

I noticed Edward positioned at the bar between Emmett and Jasper. His golden hair changed from orange, to green, to blue as the disco lights rotated above him. He was laughing along with his friends, drinking a pint of beer. I noticed the way he licked his lips after every sip.

"Oh well. We might as well get this over and done with. Do we have enough money?" Alice nudged me.

I nodded. Again, Alice took my hand. I got ready to be yanked backwards through the narrow gap between the people, but was surprisingly gently tugged by her side. Rose soon followed with our new friend.

The boys looked in our direction, their eyes following us as we weaved our way through the maze of people to stand at their side.

"Oh, did we BEAT YOU!?!" I could her Emmett's voice above the music, which was very impressive considering I couldn't hear my own thoughts.

"Shut up." Rose replied spitefully, poking him in the stomach. I'd never seen her like this before. "So, what are you guys drinking?" She asked revealing her purse.

Jasper shook his head and placed his beer back down on the counter. "We decided ..." He looked at Edward. They grinned at each other. "To show you girls that we are gentlemen, and bought you your first round of drinks despite the fact you got here last."

"It was Jasper and I who decided." Edward added. "As you can see, Emmett obviously had nothing to do with it."

"You're lucky I don't want to waste this beer. Of course I had everything to do with the genius plan." Emmet looked hopefully at Rose.

"Chyeah right, you were the one protesting against it!" Edward spat jokingly, earning himself a glare from Emmett. "So, we didn't know what you drank, so we decided to walk the thin plank and risk it."

All three held up a delicate glass of hot pink liquid. The glass had a thin stand, and flared out at the top elegantly, holding a sparkly umbrella. Their hands looked like boulders compared to the very breakable wine glass, I thought they were about to snap between their fingers.

Alice didn't hesitate at all and carefully accepted the glass from Jasper, smiling flirtatiously at him. He seemed to like it. "Thank you." She mouthed. Taking her first sip, she lowered her head, but would occasionally let her eyes drift to his face alluringly.

Rose on the other hand took the glass from Emmett's fist with no care at all and drank it almost at once. She then leaned into him and thanked him for the drink, giving him her most attractive smile.

I took another look at the icy glass and unsurely accepted it. I hadn't tasted a cocktail such as this one before. The taste of alcohol was certainly there, but there was a hint of fruitiness in there somewhere too. I gulped down the rest of the frosty liquid and let out a loud breath. It was mouth-watering.

Edward smiled a crooked smile at me and rested my glass back on the bar.

"OH! Thank you!" I stuttered quickly, remembering I had forgotten to thank him for his kind gesture.

"No problem." He smiled crookedly. Again. That smile would stop traffic.

"Excuse-moi, It was nice meeting you but I think I should go and join my friends. They might be worried about me ..." With that, our new friend rushed towards a pack of girls who where circling a table in low leather bucket chairs. Good, I thought. They looked sane compared to my two friends.

"Hey Rose, wanna go shake your body on the dance floor?" Emmett made a shimmy to add to the effect, quoting the song which had just started playing. (Shake your body mike check one, two ...)

Without delay, Rose took the lead and wiggled her way to the crowd of sweaty people dancing under the disco ball, Emmett drooling behind.

"Oh, Jasper can we dance?" Alice pleaded, not even giving him the chance to reply and pushing him in the direction Rose and Emmett had gone not two seconds ago.

"And then there were two ..." I laughed.

"Did you want to dance?" Edward raised his eyebrows, indicating at the dense group synchronising on the dance floor.

"No thanks." I winced. "I can't dance to save my life."

He looked rather disappointed, but shrugged it off and sipped his drink.

I looked around and noticed the painful scowls I was receiving from almost every woman in the club. I recognised this look, but had never seen it directed at me before, jealousy. Their eyes then drifted from me, and stared hungrily at Edward.

"I'm a little uncomfortable with all these girls giving me daggers." I shifted.

"Why are they giving you death stares?"

"Well, they're eyes are on you most of the time, but keep darting back to me for less than a second."

"They're giving me evil looks too?"

"I wouldn't call them ... evil looks. It's more like they want to ... pounce on you!" My head fell back and I laughed to the ceiling.

"Seriously? I don't see it. You should see the way these French dudes keep eyeing you."

"Oh, my arse." I spat. "You're just saying that to make me feel good about myself. I'm lucky a guy like you is even talking to me."

"No, I'm not lying. A guy like what?"

Oh crap. I was hoping he wouldn't notice the meaning behind those words. "Well ... you know ... You're one of those boys who must have ... thousands of girls falling at their feet." I fought off a blush but failed. Hopefully it wasn't visible under all the foundation Alice had plastered my face with.

He chuckled. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a player."

"No, that's not what I meant!" I jumped to my defence.

"I know, don't worry. But you should really see yourself tonight. You truly do look amazing." My cheeks burned at his compliment. I was positive my makeup wasn't thick enough to back me up this time. "I can't believe you can't see the looks they're giving you. I don't know what they'd to for your number ..."

"Oh, do I smell a bet?" I teased.

"You want a bet?" He mocked irresistibly.

"Sure!" I said confidently.

"What is it then?"

"We both go around the club and meet back here in half an hour. We must try to get as many phone numbers as possible, and I'm betting on you."

"And the looser?"

"HE has to ... steal food off of Emmett's plate the next time we all eat together."

He ran his fingers through his silky hair nervously. "I'm not sure about this ... that's pretty dangerous ..."

"I take it you're not in then." I sighed.

"I never said that!" He spat on his hand and held it out in front of me.

"What's this? ... Oh no, you don't insist on spit shakes too?" I whined.

"I take it you're not in then." He said, repeating my words so there was no way I could refuse. I spat in my own and seized his hand, cringing at the warm sticky texture.

I reached behind me and wiped my palm on the first canvas stool I felt.

"Qui sur la terre pensez-vous que vous êtes?" (Who the hell do you think you are?)

Crap. The stools weren't canvas, they were leather. I had just wiped my hand on someone's backside! Edward smirked at me and patted my shoulder. He'd obviously seen the person's face and knew they weren't happy. "And so it begins ..." He left me to explain for myself, fading into the bright colourful lights of the dance floor.

I turned around sluggishly, (if I had been moving any slower I would have been in reverse), to meet the face of whom I had just accidently groped from behind. She glared down at me, her yellow eyes piercing my skin I could almost feel them boring holes into my cheeks. I didn't get much time to look her over; all I saw were a pair of stingy, displeased eyes blazing at me.

"I-I'm sorry ..." I stuttered. "I tried to wipe my hand on the seat and ..."

"Vous ne devriez jamais faire le tour molester les filles comme ça. Tout simplement parce que vous êtes, ne vous donne pas la permission d'agir comme un homme! Je pensais que les femmes savent mieux que de chercher d'autres de l'arrière, d'autant qu'ils doivent savoir comment il est irrespectueux ..." (If you wish to know what this means, then please use google translator, that's what I use. It honestly isn't that important). She kept ranting on about human rights in French which I barely understood. I knew a fair bit of French, so there were only a few words I could make out. This was way out of my standards, only Alice could reply to it.

Eventually, I managed to slip away and start my search for telephone numbers. How was I supposed to tell apart those who were interested and those who were not? Edward seemed to notice them pretty easily, but no one looked like they wanted me to approach them.

EPOV

What was she on about? None of these girls even chanced a glimpse at me, let alone stare! How was I meant to get their numbers? Not to mention the fact that I didn't know much French, if I had any luck a few of them would understand English.

I squeezed my way through the masses of intimate dancers, and made my way to the plush leather couches where a group of women sat gossiping. There was a space between two brunettes who were gulping down florescent green cocktails.

"Excuse-moi ladies." I put on my smoothest voice and fell on the leather patch between the two girls. "Care if I join you?" There were around thirteen of them in all, their attention fixed on me. "Do any of you speak English?"

"Yes!" They replied all too eagerly as one.

"Great. So, are you having fun so far?" I leaned back on the cool material and lifted my arms onto the back of the sofa so that the two on either side rested on my shoulders. Who was I? This smooth talking womanizer was not me, and flirting with two girls at once was not respectful. Sure, I'd had my fare share of girlfriends in the past, but I had never met them like this, I'd always been a gentleman and introduced myself formally, made them feel special. I'd always pick them thoughtfully, not just chose any piece of candy from the counter.

"Where do you come from?" Asked an attractive ginger girl who was sitting opposite.

"America. Hence the accent." I chuckled.

"MmmMm ..." One with a black bob licked her lips. "I don't say this often, but you're the hottest guy I've seen all night!"

"Umm ... Thanks. So, what are you girls drinking?" They all had the same emerald cocktail placed gently in their thin hands.

"It's called Ninja Turtle – sweet and fruity." Another girl with curly blonde hair and eyelashes inches long replied.

"Not for the good girl." One of the brunettes next to me added, waving her eyebrows at me.

"I believe the Pink Lady cocktail is also delicious." I replied uncomfortably.

BPOV

I had managed to get twelve numbers so far from numerous men, and was now making my way back to the bar to meet Edward, for my half an hour was almost up. I was amazed at how much progress I had made, how was I supposed to know that Alice and Rose weren't laying about how easy it was to seduce men?

Charging through the sea of bodies, I couldn't help but notice a couple sitting (more like disposed) in a booth at the back of the club. Their faces were sealed as one, and their hands invading all personal space. The boy then moved to suck the girl's neck like a vampire, and that's when I saw her face. It was Rose! Her eyes were closed and her mouth agape. The man lifted himself off of her and supported his body on the booth chair, resting his heavy arm around her shoulder. It was Emmett, no surprise he was grinning wickedly. She didn't usually let her guard down so quickly.

Moving on from the scene, I passed Jasper and Alice dancing as one in the centre of the club as the crowd sang wildly. Her back was facing him as their hips moved mutually to the swing of the music. His steady hands were placed on her waist and her arms were wrapped around his neck behind her. She then turned around to face him and dipped to the floor, rising slowly as her hands raced up his shirt. This wasn't unusual for Alice, she would always dance with boys like this when we snuck into a club in Port Angeles (if we didn't get caught, which usually was the case), but this was different. They had an uncommon connection.

I was really happy to see how quickly they had bonded, and smiled to myself quietly, drifting back to the bar while Edward sat counting papers. He smiled as I approached and patted the stool next to him for me to sit down.

"How many did you get?" I asked taking the seat.

"Thirteen." He placed a pile of pink papers in front of me, all scribbled with unfamiliar phone numbers.

"Looks like you don't have long to live." I shook my head, dropping scraps of paper on the bar one by one so he could count them himself.

"Twelve." He paused. "Damn, I hope Emmett doesn't have lasagne next or I'll be kissing my arse good bye sooner than I thought. He's really touchy about his lasagne."

That gave me an idea for later on during the week. "Why, thank you very much for that bit of detail." I smiled an evil smile and waved the waiter over. "Excuse-moi, could you put these in the bin for me? ... You do speak English, don't you?"

"Of course I do Madame." He replied kindly and scooped up the clump of papers.

"Would you mind throwing these out too, please?" Edward handed his over in a neat pile. The man added it to my untidy heap and dropped them in the bin behind the bar.

"So, Bella. I'm just curious here ... what's your full name?" Edward cocked his head to one side in question.

"Isabella Marie Swan. And yourself?" I nodded once.

"Edward Anthony Mason."

"Are – " I began asking him another question, but was interrupted by Alice's drilling voice.

"Bell-AAAH! I think it's time we all go, the last bus leaves in five minutes and we need to be back at the hotel in fifteen minutes." Jasper was mounted behind her, his hands still fixed to her hips from when they were partying.

Rose appeared at her shoulder, toeing Emmet by the elbow. "This way guys." We followed her to the exit and stood in a tight group at the bus stop, shielding from the cold like penguins as we waited for the bus.

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Crashing onto the fifth floor, we reached for our room keys and started fiddling with the lock on door 501.

"What are you guys still doing here? Shouldn't you be getting back to your room?" Rose prodded Emmett's stomach.

"You never know." He slurred. "That Mike creep could have snuck into your room while you were out, and is now waiting for you in your room with three pairs of handcuffs."

"As much as I know Mike wouldn't think twice about doing that, he doesn't have the brains or the patience to break into our room and wait for us to return." I said pointedly.

The boys ignored my comment and stood with us.

"Damn it." Alice huffed impatiently. "The key's not fitting."

"You're stoned hun, that's why." Jasper teased.

"Well, just use a clip like you did with Mike's room the other night." I suggested.

"Good idea." Her eyes widened and she slipped a grip from her spiky black hair, turning it in the lock quickly.

The door opened with a creek, inviting us into a dark steamy room. There were muffled noises and scratching sounds coming from the gloomy bed where there was only a side lamp alight by the window. Rose switched the light on automatically and strutted her way to the chest of drawers, but stopped in her tracks. Neither of us were prepared for what we saw next.

Taz, our French teacher was wearing a pair of cotton green shorts, and a white t-shirt. She was paralysed on top of what looked like a MAN! Their lips were red and swollen and their hair tangled in each other's eyes.

"Mr. Banner ... Dude." Emmett swayed. "Why are you in Rosalie, Alice and Bella's bed with a woman? I didn't know you had it in you!"

Taz threw herself off of the boy's teacher and began gathering a bunch of clothes scattered on the floor. She put on a pair of thick framed glasses and fled. Who knew someone as bony and lanky as her was such a badass as to have it off in her student's hotel room. What was wrong with hers?

"What are you boys doing in my room with a bunch of girls?" He roared.

"First of all." He nearly tripped over but steadied himself on Edward who was still gawping at Mr. Banner. "This is the girl's room, so I believe the question is what are YOU doing in here with THEIR French teacher? And second of all, we were taking them back in case that Mike Newton had broken into their room while they were out."

"Emmett, I can see from how drunk you are that you don't realise that this is MY ROOM." He bellowed. "So, GET OUT!"

Emmett opened his mouth to talk back again, but was stopped by Jasper who put a hand over his mouth, and was pulled back into the corridor by Edward, the door hurling in his face.

"What was THAT for?" He wined, nearly tripping over his own feet again.

"Damn. We really did come to the wrong room." Edward sniggered, pointing at the brass numbers nailed to the wooden door. It read '401'.

"Shit!" I breathed. "We're on level four, not five."

"Well, at least we know why we keep ending up at the same field trips as you!" He chortled.

*****

After reaching the correct floor and entering the correct room, we hugged the buys good by one by one and changed into my embarrassing nightwear, settling down under the chilly covers.

"We should check on Angela tomorrow morning." Alice decided. "We haven't seen her since yesterday; I hope she's feeling better."

"Yes." I agreed.

"Guys ..." Rose's face lit up. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Spill." Alice's eyes almost popped out of her head. I already knew what it would be about.

"Well ... I think I really like Emmett. I mean, really! It's only been a couple of days since we met though ..."

"I know how you feel." Alice sighed. "I know I dance with a lot of men at clubs, but with Jasper it felt ... special, like we were the only two there, everyone else seemed to have been blocked out."

"That's exactly how I feel! Like, when we were in the booth – "

"I noticed." I jumped in. "I saw you while I was walking past."

"What did she see Rose?" Alice pouted.

"Oh, just me and Emmett ..." She left the sentence unfinished, knowing Alice would understand.

"EEEEP!" She squealed. "That's SO romantic!"

"Not really, we were in full view Alice ..."

"But it felt like you were alone didn't it?"

"Well, yes but – "

"Then you WERE alone!"

Rose picked up her pillow and threw it at Alice's face. She just giggled and dropped it to the floor. "So, Bella ..." Rose eyed me.

"What?" I questioned.

"Don't act dumb, you know what we mean. What about you and Edward?" Alice came to sit beside me on the bed.

"Any fireworks?" Rose joined us.

"I don't know ..." I wondered. "It's obvious he only sees me as a friend, but when he smiles ..." I closed my eyes slowly and opened them again. "It makes me feel like that smile is meant for only me."

"You never know." Alice nudged my side. "He might like you too."

"I don't think so." My stomach felt empty at the thought. "But I'm perfectly happy to just be his friend; he's a really fun guy to talk to. And to win at a bit." I whispered the last bit, tittering to myself.

"Hang on a minute ..." Rose raised one eyebrow and looked at me sternly in the eye, holding my chin up and examining my face. "You're blushing slightly, and you just laughed to yourself ... What happened?"

Alice narrowed her eyes at me, looking for the slight blush dancing on my cheeks. "We had a bet." I started. "I bet that he'd get more phone numbers in thirty minutes, and he bet against me. He got more than me, obviously, so I won." Alice looked let down. She was clearly expecting a full confession on how I was completely and irrationally in love with Edward, and that we had snuck out to have it off in the back seat of a stolen car. There was no question to why she was disappointed; she was in fact, a gossip queen.

I have an idea after seeing you two tonight." I broke the silence, looking at Rose. "And after learning something new about Emmett ..." I leaned into our little circle to reveal my charade.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!: Cynthia-Ariana Diadem gave me the idea of having the boys be gentlemen and already be there with a round of drinks for the girls when they got there, so .. *claps* thank you Cynthia-Ariana Diadem XD

Please Review, and tell me what you think of Taz and Mr. Banner ! Oo-er, I wasn't planning on having that as part of the story but when it came to me, I thought this was the only oppertunity I had to fit it in. Hopefully the next chapter will be up by the weekend, if not sooner.

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