Chapter Ten: Fighting with Alice

Previously: "You may not want to be with someone like that, but this is my brother we are talking about here. I've never seen him look at a girl like he looks at you, never. I think it's inevitable that you will end up together. You clearly want his body and he wants yours. After what you told me about your ex, I already see it happening. You'd have sex first, not later, after that. I read people pretty well, better than they think I do." Rosalie said to me. She wasn't wrong, I had long ago decided I wasn't wasting two years on someone who wouldn't have sex with me, but would with another person. It was warped I know and if he hadn't cheated, I would never even consider the possibility of sleeping with someone first.

Characters belong to Stephenie Meyers

BPOV

Sighing, I got up and asked her if she was hungry, mostly to change the subject. My stomach was growling loudly though. I hadn't eaten since I left Forks in the middle of the night. Leaving that early is probably why I'd fallen asleep here aside from being physically exhausted. I brushed the grass off me as best I could and started walking to one of the places she'd shown me to eat.

Touching my arm, thankfully not grabbing she said "Wait. I want to see Emmett and introduce you to everyone. We should go out somewhere together. Let's go back to the dorm so you can shower and change to get that grass out of your hair. I'll call them to meet us there in thirty minutes or so and we can all get to know each other better."

Grumbling, I followed her back to the dorm. I knew I'd never find it on my own. Staggering into my room I grabbed my things and walked down the hall to the community shower. Stripping quickly, I turned on the hot water and let it melt the tension in my neck and back and soothe my poor feet. After washing my hair and my body, I stepped out to get redressed in the clothes I'd brought in here with me. My hair was soaking wet. It wouldn't be dry by the time Rosalie wanted us to meet, even with a blow-dryer. Shrugging, I didn't care. I wasn't trying to impress anybody. The only one I might try that for, I shouldn't. So I kept myself looking as low key as possible. I walked back barefoot to my room and put my things away. It looked like someone had been here, their were clothes laid out on the pink comforter.

"How are we going to dry your hair fast? We leave in ten minutes." I heard someone with a high-pitched voice exclaim behind me. I knew this must be Alice, my roommate. When I turned to look at her she was squinting up at me, as though she was thinking hard. Then a light went off behind her eyes and she went to her side of the room and handed me a yellow towel. I looked at her in confusion. Alice sighed as though she thought I was slow and started to dry my hair. The towel worked great, my hair was still wet, but not sopping. It wouldn't take any time at all now for it to dry on it's own. Unlike a normal towel that I'd rub through my hair, it didn't make my hair all frizzy. I needed to invest in one of those, whatever it is.

"What is that thing?" I asked pointing at the yellow towel in her hand.

Her mouth gaped open and she said "What is it? How do you not know, being a girl and all? I thought all girls would know what a micro-fiber towel is." Then she looked me up and down appraisingly and I swear under her breath she said that I was going to be her fashion challenge for the year.

Great… they just had to put the girl that loves fashion with the one that could care less. Then I thought about Rosalie and Angela and how they didn't go together. This school must pick roommates based on complete opposites I decided.

Alice came over to my closet and started to pull things out and threw them all on my bed. I kept hearing, no, no, no over and over again. Eventually she shook her head and said "If you are going to be my roommate we need to do something about your wardrobe. I like to go out to nice places, you know." I just stared at this know-it-all pixie. She never introduced herself and she was already trying to tell me how to dress.

"I don't like to go out very much, so I don't need nice clothes." I told her truthfully, but I thought it would also irritate her. She had done nothing but grate on my nerves since she walked in the door, and I had to return the favor.

"What do you mean; you don't like to go out? You already met Rose and Emmett and agreed to be their friend I heard so you will definitely be going out a lot whether you want to or not." Alice informed me.

I didn't want to go anywhere with this crazy-haired pixie. She was entirely too happy and too peppy, I thought. This was why I hated high school, girls giggling inanely. My mind really was too old for my body.

The door opened and Rosalie strode into the room looking more beautiful than she had all day. This time I looked down self-consciously, maybe I did need Alice's help. Rosalie had on a red halter top that was sparkly and tight dark wash jeans with black heels.

"It's time to go." Rosalie said.

"NO!" Alice shouted. "She's not ready to go. Look at her." Alice was gesturing at me emphatically. "No make-up, her hair isn't fixed and those clothes, my god those clothes, they're horrible."

"What's wrong with my clothes? These are the only ones I've got. Get used to it." At these words Alice looked horrified.

Rosalie came to the rescue then. "Alice, Bella can wear whatever she wants. We aren't going to a club you know, just dinner at a sports bar." I looked down, my jeans and t-shirt would fit in better at a sports bar than the stilettos Alice had on. She was also wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt. Then I did a double-take on her shoes. She was shorter than me when she was in them. How tall was she?

"She's never going to get Edward to like her looking like that." Alice said to Rosalie, like I wasn't even there.

"What? What's going on?" I said. Alice turned her green eyes towards me, realizing I could hear her and cleared her throat. I felt like I was missing something important.

"Alice, I think she's already been too tempting as she is. Leave her alone. If you have her way with her, he'll start humping her on the table in front of everyone. He already saw her today and she told him she wanted to have sex with him. Well actually to fuck her." Rosalie laughed at the memory and I glared at her.

"What the hell? Bella, how could you? I know he liked you and how innocent you looked earlier today." Alice scolded.

I stared at Alice dumbfounded "First of all, I was tired and dreaming outside, so I can't be held responsible for what he heard when he walked by. Second, he talked to you about me? Neither one of you had ever met me. I still haven't met him and you… you… have been bossing me around since you walked in here. It's lucky I know who you are or I'd throw you out for being an annoying pain in the ass."

Rosalie was shaking with laughter at my rant and Alice looked shocked. She couldn't believe she wasn't getting her way, like I'd bet she always gets. "Now, let me put my shoes on and we'll go." I sat down on the bed and put my tennis shoes back on, the ones that were killing my feet earlier.

When I stood up, Alice was there in front of me and put out her hand. She said "Hi, I'm Alice. I know I come off as pushy sometimes. Can we start over again?"

I took her hand and said "Okay, I'm Bella." Then she pulled me into a tight hug. What is it with this family? I don't even think I'd been hugged this many times by my own father. Looks like I was going to have to get used to it.

AN: Okay my friends and I postponed our fishing trip until Monday. So tonight it's off to the local bar with some other friends'. If they only knew I'd been doing this the last couple days, they'd commit me. Oh well, I've always liked writing, and the only way to get better is to keep doing it, right?