Chapter 10

AN: Don't own Twilight, but I do own the characters I made up.

"Will you at least tell me what the theme of the costume is?" I pleaded as Bianca pushed me to the bathroom.

"No. Now go shower and hurry up!" she instructed before closing the door in my face.

I rolled my eyes at my best friend and turned on the water in the shower, slipping my clothes off as I wait for the water to warm up.

I sighed with relief as the warm water cascaded down my back, memories of my date with Paul filling my mind.

It was the best date ever, I thought as I grabbed my favourite herbal mint flavoured shampoo and massaged it into my hair, hmmm-ing to myself as the shampoo made my scalp tingle.

After my shower I brushed my teeth, my smile growing as I stared at my slightly swollen lips in the mirror. I touched them absentmindedly as I thought back to his kiss, how good it felt to have his lips on my.

"V, hurry up, we don't have all night!"

Bianca's voice broke through my daydream and I walked out of the bathroom in my towel, grumbling under my breath.

"Oh, stop grumbling," Bianca said with a giant smile on her face. "Your outfit is on your bed; just yell if you need help with anything."

My eyes went wide as I stared at the scraps of clothing she had laid out on my bed.

"Oh, no," I groaned in horror. "You have got to be kidding me."

With a shaking head I picked up the pieces of the outfit and pulled them on, wrinkling my nose at the faux fur that seemed to be covering everything.

"Are you ready?" Bianca asked a few minutes later, her head peeking cautiously around my door.

"Almost," I said, before giving an annoyed huff as I glared at the last pieces of the outfit.

"Where are these supposed to go?" I asked, pointing at the pieces of fluff.

Bianca laughed at my annoyed expression and took the offending pieces.

"They're gloves, silly," she said between giggles. "They go on your hands."

"Thanks," I said, pulling on the gloves.

I stepped back from Bianca and took in her appearance.

She was wearing a short dark pink dress that had a bunched skirt and a ribbon tied in a bow around her tiny waist. Her pink heels helped to increase her height and made her almost as tall as me. She was holding what looked like a giant pink bow, but it was actually a clutch purse with a big, round flower in the middle of the bow. As she tucked her hair behind her ear she revealed pink flower earrings with sparkling stones that matched her choker necklace.

"Who are you supposed to be?" I couldn't help but ask as my eyes travelled up and down her tiny frame.

"I'm going as Barbie, silly. Isn't it obvious?" she asked, taking in my outfit.

"I guess that makes sense," I said, nodding my head. "So are you going to tell me what I'm going as?"

Bianca's eyes scanned my outfit, starting with the white and brown fluffy legwarmers that came up to my knees, the ridiculously short skirt and tight silver top with fur everywhere, ending with the furry gloves that matches the legwarmers and – you guessed it – a very fluffy hood with even fluffier ears.

I played with the tassels that hung from the hood as Bianca eyed my outfit critically.

"You seriously haven't figured it out yet?" she asked me, astonished.

"Uhm…no?"

"You're a wolf," she told me matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes at the look of surprise on my face.

A knock at the door broke me out of my stupor. Bianca hooked her arm through mine as we walked to answer the door.

We opened the door to Paul's beaming face staring at the two of us. His jaw dropped when he took in my outfit, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously.

"Wow, uhm, you look really good," he said as he looked me up and down, his eyes trailing slowly over every curve of my body.

I bit my lip and blushed at his tantalizing gaze, smiling shyly as he pulled me into a hug.

As I pulled back Paul kept his arms wrapped around my waist as he bent down and pressed his lips to mine, nibbling softly on my bottom lip.

He pulled back as Bianca cleared her throat.

"Are we going or what?" she asked, pushing past us before turning to give us an expectant look. "Well, are we?"

Paul sighed and took my hand in his, gesturing for me to go first.

As we walked behind Bianca, he leaned down and whispered into my ear: "You look really beautiful."

-o0o-

The music boomed through the house and I could see the window vibrating dangerously as the volume was turned up more.

I clung to Paul's hand as if it was my only lifeline as I scanned the crowd for a familiar face. I caught sight of Bianca's blonde head as she glided up to one of the guys in her class, smiling brightly as he saw her approaching.

I smiled slightly as I continued my silent perusal of the people on the dance floor.

"Paul!"

A familiar voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I saw a very familiar face barrelling toward us, flinging her arms around Paul as soon as she was close enough.

I looked up at Paul, his usually tan face white as a sheet as Josie whispered in his ear. He glanced down at me apologetically as he pushed her away.

Josie shot him a questioning look as he pushed her away and her eyes landed on me standing awkwardly beside him.

"V! Oh my God, I haven't seen you in ages!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around me in a bone crushing hug. "You look great, all silver and fluffy."

I took in her blue and white revealing cheerleading outfit complete with pompoms and gave her a tight smile.

"You look really, uh, peppy," I said, pulling away from her.

"So, how do you know Paul?" she asked, glancing down at our clasped hands before looking up at Paul's face, licking her lips suggestively.

"We met in class," I said as I eyed him suspiciously. "Ho-how do you know him?"

"Oh, we met at the beginning of the semester," she said, her eyes still glued to Paul.

My eyes darted between the two of them when it finally hit me like a tidal wave.

"He's, he's the guy with the tongue," I stuttered as the memory of all those nights that she gushed about him, and the things he could do with his tongue, came flooding back.

I dropped his hand and took a step back, trying to get as far away from him as possible. My heart clenched as he gave me a sad look, pleading with his eyes for me to understand.

I shook my head as kept walking backwards, away from them. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I made my escape, running in the direction of the door.

I barely made it out of the door when I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his equally warm chest as the tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, baby, please don't cry," Paul begged as he held me tighter. "I'm so, so sorry. Please, please don't cry."

I pushed him away, needing space to think clearly.

"You…and…and…her…and…what?" I stuttered through my tears, staring at him with watery eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said again, but I shook my head.

"I just…need some time," I told him, wiping my tears as I walked away.

I practically ran home, slamming the door before going to my room.

I collapsed on my bed, sniffling through my tears as I buried my head in my pillows.

I wasn't really sure why it hurt so much, seeing as we only went on our first date this morning – it felt so long ago. All I knew was that my heart was breaking and there's nothing I could do to stop it.

After what felt like hours of crying I finally fell into a fitful sleep, my dreams filled with Paul and Josie in a lot of compromising positions.

AN: Awe, so sad :(

This was a little short, because I really don't like writing conflict, sad and angsty stuff.

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Next chapter will be in Paul's POV.

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