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Bella's POV

"A party?" I asked, my voice lowered in a deadly calm tone.

"Alice, what's going on?" Emmett asked in an irritated tone.

She smiled exuberantly. "I had a vision that Mike Newton is having a victory party at his house." She added slyly, "And it would be a good human experience for you, not that Edward would agree." She frowned, "He is so particular about things like that. Honestly, how could your safety be compromised if you go to a party? It could just be our little secret, right Emmett?" She threw a hard glance at him. "That's why I couldn't tell you before, brother; your mind would have alerted Edward immediately. He would have stopped all the fun. And don't worry Bella;" she said to me in response to my worried look, "I'm sure it'll be okay that Mike didn't give us an official invitation. He'll be happy to let you come."

"Thank you Alice," I said dryly, "that makes me feel so much better."

Alice tactfully ignored me, and gave Emmett the directions to Mike's house. I sulked for the rest of the drive there. Once Emmett parked, Alice replaced my makeup.

"No need for you to look frumpy even if you were just at a football game."

Emmett choked.

"Frumpy? Did you just call me frumpy? Seriously?"

She sighed, "Come on, quit stalling."

"Yeah, let's get the party started," Emmett added.

"Not you too, Emmett," I groaned.

"Oh come on Bella, it's common sense. You're so clumsy just being at our house for an hour. Imagine how many mishaps you could get into at a party. There'll probably be dancing if they're not too wasted."

"I'm sure Edward would be glad to see you've looked after my well being."

I glanced fervently at the house, which was blaring bass-thumping music, and had lights blaring. Cars were parked haphazardly in Mike's yard, and trash was littering his porch, mostly empty beer cans and pop cans.

I considered using my cell phone that Edward had gotten me to call him when I got inside. Yes, that was it! I could fake going to the bathroom, and sneak and call him. I grinned in exultation.

In a flash, I watched, dumbfounded as Alice's white hand snaked into my hoodie pocket.

"I'll just take care of that problem right now," she said, as her hand withdrew, clutching my precious means of escape.

"Give me back my cell phone."

"No."

"What if I have an emergency, that's what it's there for, I'll need it," I pleaded.

She took no mercy on me. "Nope, good try though," she shook her head," I would have seen any trouble coming for you. You won't be having any emergencies."

Emmett raised his hand to knock on the door they'd been pushing me towards, and it swung open.

Mike was standing there, obviously intoxicated. "Come in my brothers," he slurred.

As we walked in, he noticed me. "Bella!" He nearly shouted, as he tried to throw his arms around me. Emmett's restraining hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"You can look, but you can't touch, brother."

"Ight, ight," Mike mumbled, "that's cool man."

Emmett removed his hand and looked around the room. "Mike, why are there people from Port Angeles here?"

He glanced about. "Oh, I invited them."

"Why?"

"People are supposed to come to a party."

"Yes, but not people from the team you just beat," Alice countered.

"Why not?"

"Mike, who did you invite to your other parties?"

"This is my first one."

"Your first party?"

"Sure."

He seemed a little more lucid than before.

"Are you serious?"

"Well," he said defensively, "we've never won a game before."

"By the way, congratulations on that win," Alice flashed him a smile.

"Yeah," Mike said cockily, "this is the first win our football team has had in a decade."

That was pushing it to me. "Ten years?" I asked in disbelief.

"No," he frowned, confused. He counted on his fingers, "Three years."

"Yes, three long, long years. The perfect record," Emmett griped darkly.

Mike, understandably confused, shrugged, and said, "Well, my peeps are waiting, must be going now."

I turned to Alice. "This is an experience that you think I would want to remember?" My eye twitched, it was an effect from listening to Mike's gansta talk.

Alice's POV

Mike was an idiot. I didn't think it was possible for him to embarrass himself anymore then he has already done, but he did. Unbelievable.

I watched Bella. She stuck close to Emmett, and he was leaning down whispering something to her. She giggled. My brow furrowed. This would simply not do. She needed to converse with the other humans. That was the whole point of the experience.

"Oh Emmett, I need you," I called over to him in a sing-song voice.

"I'll be right back," I heard him assure Bella. I grinned, not if I have any say in it.

"Yeah, what's up Alice?"
"Emmett, you can't let her cling to you, she has to have experiences with-"

I froze; a scene was unfolding in front of me. Bella was standing in a corner of the kitchen, and Jarrod, the blonde-haired boy from earlier at the game, was pressed against her, touching her hair and face. Oh no. I looked frantically around for her, but couldn't see her anywhere. I opened my mouth and decided to tell Emmett that I was going to go find her when another vision struck me. I pulled Jarrod away from Bella, and Mike came over, more (if this was even possible) intoxicated than before.

Great, well, that won't work. I need to be able to keep Mike with me too.

"Emmett, come with me, quick!"

Bella's POV

That sneak! She left me all alone with Emmett and then took him away too. She so did that on purpose. Well, she could take away my reinforcements, but she couldn't make me socialize with them, I would just go somewhere, and wait until they were ready to go.

I made my way through the hazy crowd. I went into the kitchen, and it was surprisingly empty. They must have moved the keg in the living room.

"Hey there beautiful."

I turned around.

"Hey, you're ah, that one guy from the game."

"Jarrod West."

"Right, Jarrod, well, it was nice to meet you, but-"

"Are you going so soon?"

"Yes, I think Alice wants me so-"

He raised an eyebrow. "Really, I don't think I hear her calling you, and I don't see her anywhere."

He took an uneven step towards me. "Stay awhile."

I stepped backward. "No, I'm-"

I cut my speech off immediately, as my back hit the corner of the counter. I had nowhere to go.

He reached up and started playing with a piece of my hair.

"If you stay, I'm sure we can find something to do." He touched my face.

I tried to get away, but he was so close, his body was blocking any escape.

"It would be a good idea for you to leave, right now."

Jarrod turned around and looked into the thunderous face of Emmett. I breathed out in relief.

Jarrod gulped. "Hey, you look really, ah, strong. Are you on steroids?"

"No, this is all natural, and so will the color black and purple be on your body if you don't move."

He instantly took two steps back.

"Much better, but you and I still need to have a little talk." He gripped his shoulder and 'helped' him out of my view. I shuddered, and looked to the left and gasped.

"You scared me to death Alice."

Strangely, she didn't say anything. She just watched the doorway. A couple of seconds later, Mike walked through the door, holding onto an empty red plastic cup.

"Come on Mike," Alice chirped, "I want to hear all about your win again."

He looked surprised, but nonetheless; he perked up, and followed her from the kitchen, talking animatedly about how it was amazing, he just couldn't be stopped.

And once again, I was alone. I walked into a room that must have been Mike's parent's room. I dropped down on the bed, and shivered. I wanted Edward. He would come. I didn't think Alice would be too mad if I called him now, in these circumstances. I reached for my cell phone. Crap. I realized Alice had taken my means of escape. I really just wanted to get out of here, but I wasn't about to go back downstairs. I started to cry.

Alice's POV

"And so, they totally couldn't catch me." The slur in his tone was growing more evident.

Would he never stop? I was sure he would end up passing out eventually. I hoped Bella was doing okay. Maybe this was a bad idea.

I closed my eyes to check on her. I saw her in a room, probably the master bedroom, crying. My heart softened. This was definitely a bad idea. I blinked in surprise, and then checked again. No, it couldn't be, this was all we needed right now. I checked one more time to be sure. We couldn't handle this alone. We needed backup. I pulled out my tiny silver cell phone, and flipped it open.

"Heyyy, that's pretty lookin'."

I stared in disbelief, as I looked at the screen that read, no signal.

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