Author's Note-I am truely sorry for not being able to update sooner. However, I have to update for siz other stories, and that is not easy. SO, enjoy this while you can! I probably can't update for another month!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.

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Chapter 8

Hyperness and Alleys

Bella's POV

I blasted Burnin' Up by the Jonas Brothers in my room until the floor shook with every beat. The music helped me clear my head.

"Bella! You're breaking my delicate tea set!" Esme called.

"Sorry!" I yelled back, then changed the music to Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy and turned the volume down. That calmed me faster.

At exactly seven-thirty, I got off my bed and ventured into the bathroom. I showered quickly and threw on a black shirt that said "Catholic Girl" on the front, and a grey Hollister hoodie over it. I almost snorted when I saw the cross on the shirt. I wore my black jeans and favorite black flats. I know, that's a lot of black. But I was feeling moody.

I ran at vampire speed to the Masens' house. The Hale children had decided to stay over the night beofre. I arrived at eight o'clock sharp.

I found Alice sitting under the pine tree reading a book, cool as a cucumber. What, no screaming, running away, or calling the asylum? For all the world, she was sitting there like the queen of England!

"Hey, Alice," I said cautiously.

She beamed at me. "Hi, Bella!"

As soon as I sat down next to her, she attacked me. "Omigosh! I can't believe you're really Isabella Swan! And wow! Vampires are real! This is so awesome, omigosh, I'm hyperventilating! Omigosh..." she squealed. The rest sounded like gibberish, even to my vampire ears.

So, she finally absorbed that information. "Didn't I tell you that last night?" I asked.

"Yhea, but I wasn't paying too much attention last night, OH MY GOD! This is wonderful! We have to go shopping!" she yelled.

I looked positively scared then. "Are you sure?" I said in a small voice.

"YES! Just let me wake up Rose..." She ran into the house, leaving me looking as if I were about to have a heart-attack. God, how many hours did that girl sleep? Three?

It took Alice eight tries to finally wake her best friend up. I didn't blame Rose for throwing a pillow at the little pixie; she had done that to me many times in my human life.

An hour and a half later, Rosalie announced she had finished applying her make-up. We drove to Port Angeles at ten o'clock.

As soon as I set foot out of the car, the two girls dragged me to Victoria's Secret. I protested loudly, but they ignored me and bought a midnight blue bikini for me. We spent two hours at American Eagle because Alice claimed that she had to find the perfect pair of jeans.

"Alice!" I whined. "I am not wearing that skirt! It shows three quarters of my thighs!"

"You are wearing that!" Alice stormed, then turned super hyper again. "Ohmigod! That sundress is adorable!"

Rosalie decked me with jewels while Alice tossed outfit after outfit over the top of the changing room doors. I was fuming.

"Isn't this enough?" I growled.

"FIne," both of them said at the same time. "Let's go eat."

They ordered at Burger King, coming back with two salads. "Aren't you eating?" Alice asked in between chomps.

I stared at her like she had three heads. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You can't eat," she said.

"Bella, what happens when you eat human food? How does it taste?" Rose questioned.

I grinned. "You throw it back up. And it tastes like dirt."

They laughed, and I joined in after a while. Suddenly, I felt a terrible urge to go check out the dark alleys behind the theatre.

"You guys wait here. I"ll be right back," I said to my friends, my voice immediately taking on a commanding tone. They sat there, watching me go with scared but curious eyes.

I exited the mall, then ran at vampire speed through the shadows, heading for the back of the theatre.

I heard a bone-chilling laugh that sounded all too familiar. Then, I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks.

Edward's POV

I went to the theatres with Jessica. Alice and Rose were gone, as were Emmett and Jasper. My parents were at work, so I was alone to do as I pleased.

"So, Eddie Poo," Jessica started. I hated that name. "What did you do last night?"

I wracked my brain, trying to remember. "Ummm, I think I was playing football in the backyard," I answered. That was all I remembered.

The movie we watched was some boring chick flick that Jess had chosen. I was bored and disgusted as soon as the movie was started. Instead, I spent the rest of the movie flirting with the girls in the seats in front of me.

I left the theatre while Jessica was stuffing her face with popcorn. Outside, the air was cool and wind whipped at my copper brownish-reddish hair.

I wandered behind the alley and got lost. It was dark, and the shadows were lengthening as the sun began to set. I groaned.

I whirled around, hearing a soft chuckle. There was no one there. I had the feeling that I was being stalked. I ran, not caring if I was going in the right direction or not. Soft footsteps followed.

I made a sharp turn to the right, and ran into a dead end. My heart beat quickened, and adrenaline pumped in my veins. I turned around and stared into a pair of brilliant scarlet eyes.

Author's Note-That's it. The pictures of Bella's T-shirt, hoodie, jeans, and flats are on my profile. Also, please check out my poll.

Sorry if Edward's point of view was short. It's harder writing in a guy's point of view than a girl's.

PLEASE REVIEW! If you don't, I will seriously consider putting Edward Cullen up for sale...