A/N: So, Eclipse is coming up? Who's going to the midnight showing? I am! Lol. I'm soooo excited! Eclipse was my all time favorite book! Here's Chap. 10. It's a little longer, but I had a bit to put into it. It's just the shopping for prom dresses...or is it? *Wink, wink*

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Chapter 10

Girl's Night

"Bella, what the hell is your problem?" Lauren snapped as I bumped into Sandra again. "Take five," she yelled at everyone else.

I groaned and sat on the bench, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm sorry, Lauren. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Well get it off, or I will." I could practically see the fangs growing as she spoke. "The pep rally is next week and we have to get this down or Ms. Jefferson will have my ass and yours." With one last huff, she turned around and stormed off. Immature as it was, I couldn't help but stick my tongue out at her back.

Jess came by and took a seat next to me. "That was a catastrophe."

I nodded and took a swig of my water.

"What's up?"

Shaking my head, I replied with, "Why don't we have a girl's night? Me, you, and Angela can all go up to Port Angeles, look at prom dresses, and go see a movie or something. I need a break from my crazy life."

She grinned. "For real? You're gonna come to prom?"

I laughed, "If someone asks me."

"Oh, this is going to be great! We can get a limo and all go together, Angie and Ben, me and Mike and you and whoever ends up asking you!" She looked at me, her eyes filled with excitement. "You aren't going to chicken out on me, are you?"

"No, Jess. I figured I needed to get out a little more than I am," I said with sincerity. And I really did decide that I needed some more socialization. I've never been to a high school dance or any other social event besides football and basketball games and fundraisers for cheerleading. It wasn't as if I hadn't been asked or anything, I just promptly refused and stayed at home or hung out with Jake… Prom was a huge step for me.

We both stood up and began to head back to the huddle. Jess leaned over and whispered, "The prom theme this year is awesome."

She would know. She is head of the committee.

I raised my eyebrows, "What is it?"

"Masquerade."

I chewed on my lip as I looked at the newspaper we had picked up. "Okay, so we can go see that romantic movie with that vampire or we can go see that scary movie with that slutty actress." I grinned and looked up. "Take your pick."

Angela laughed in the front seat. "Slutty actress. Those make me laugh more than they scare me."

"Aw," Jess pouted as she drove. "I was hoping for the romantic vampire."

I frowned. "Do I have to be the deciding vote again?"

They both nodded.

"Fine, slutty actress in the scary movie." I couldn't deal with romantic movies. They were either too cheesy or not cheesy enough. Plus, it made me depressed to watch them.

"Damn," Jess grumbled. Angela smiled in triumph and popped another strawberry puff into her mouth. "Ugh, Bella, why don't you ever like to watch romantic movies? They're adorable!"

Angela threw me a knowing look and rolled her eyes. I sighed. "They're overrated."
"Hmph." She picked up speed as we came closer to the town's boundary. We always got a little excited when we got a night out together. The estrogen that buzzed around was like a drug to us that made us giggly and hyper.

"Dresses first?" Jess paused and glanced at each of us before she headed to the local boutique.

As we were all unbuckling ourselves, Angela stopped us. "Wait, Bella isn't going to prom." She looked at me. "Are you going to feel uncomfortable?"

Jess's mouth popped open and she looked at me too. "You told me before you told her?"

I nodded. "I guess it just slipped my mind."

"This is awesome!" Jess turned to Angela. "Silly, Bella will be attending prom with us. Crazy, huh?"

Angela's eyes bugged. "You're kidding."

"Uh, no. I'm being serious." I brushed my hair behind my ear and got out of the car quickly before they could both start interrogating me.

They both climbed out after me, they were practically glowing. Jess looked as if she was about to pass out and Angela was grinning like an idiot. I, the oddball, had never seen the big deal between a dress and a teenage girl. Then again, my mother used to always call me her middle aged child.

"You feel weird, don't you?" Angela asked quietly.

"No, Ange, I feel fine," I insisted.

She shot me one of her looks. "Bella, don't start. You feel weird and I know it. You know how your mom says, you're almost an open book."

I ignored the jab and turned to the dresses hanging on the rack.

"We're going for classic and grand, this year girls! I want poofy dresses, none of those hip new, slender sparkly things," Jess ordered.

I feigned a pout. "Aw, but I love sparkly things."

"Oh please, Bells. Everyone knows how much you hate glamour," Jess laughed. Angela agreed as she took a dress to the dressing room.

"Uh, Jess, one question."

"Yes Bella?"

"Won't everyone be hot in these?"

"No, we'll have the air conditioning going and I specifically ordered a majority of slow dance songs. There will be the rare few pumping up ones, but I wanted this to be like a ball." She gazed off into the distance as she day dreamed about her perfect prom. "In the arms of the one you love, looking into his beautiful eyes just as he leans down and places the perfect kiss on your lips." She sighed contentedly.

Angela came out of the room then, smiling. "Well?" She did a slow turn in the first dress. It was black and sort of plain. Both Jess and I wrinkled our noses and shook our heads.

I spotted a pink one then and snatched it. Angela always looked pretty in pink. "Here," I said, handing it to her.

She studied it for a while before she nodded and closed the door. A few minutes later her head poked out and I could tell it was the one. She gradually came out and did a twirl before us. The dress was a light pink and strapless. It was poofy, just as Jessica had requested and the net layer had just a small amount of glitter. It was perfect for Angela, out there but not too out there.

Jess looked at it dreamingly. "Angela, that's the one."

"Really?" She asked, her eyes gleaming. "I thought so too!" Ange looked over at me. "Thanks Bella! How'd you know?"

I shrugged. "Just a hunch."

"My turn!" Jessica exclaimed, rushing into the room with a blue blur. Two minutes later, and it still blows my mind at how quick she changed, she popped out. The blue matched her eyes and this dress was also strapless. The body was patterned with shiny, silver beads that were placed all over it. The skirt was ruffled with clutters of the same silver beads in different areas, giving the dress a scrunched up look. It was more extravagant than Angela's but fitted Jess just right. It matched her personality - out there. "So?"

"I love it," I simply stated. Angela nodded.

"Yay!" She was still smiling when she back came out in her jeans and t-shirt. "This is going by rather quickly. Anyway, Bella it's your turn."

I bit my lip. "Oh shucks."

They laughed as they handed me an ugly multicolored dress.

I stopped them as they began pushing me into the dressing room. "This doesn't match your standards Jess."

"Yeah, but it's just for fun," she retorted. "We still have quite a bit of time and we plan to use it."

Oh God, they were going to play Barbie with me. "Wait, wait!" But it was too late, I was already shut in the room with nothing better to do than to go along with it. When I came soon after, they both looked at me, trying to stifle their laughs. "Okay, okay, very funny. Can we get down to business now?"

"Oh no," Angela grabbed another dress. "We have a half hour left. We can use ten minutes of fun."

"Who's we?" I shot back. "You and Jess?"

"Yup," Jess said, closing the door on me again.

And they did end up having their fun. Ten minutes later, I came out in the last ridiculous looking dress. They would never know, but I was enjoying myself a little bit. "Finally, now can I take this one off and get serious? If you don't, I'm not going to prom." I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows.

"Fine," they said in unison.

I let out a breath of relief and took a break on the nearest bench. I took a glance out of the window to see the rain pouring and a few cars sitting outside. Next to Jessica's car, there was a little silver Volvo. I had to admit, it was a very nice car but it was also the kind my truck would make scrap metal out of. I grinned at the thought and just then, the car started, reversed, and sped away. Confused, I got up and walked to the window to see where it was going, but it was out of sight.

"Bella, try this one on." Jess handed me a dark green dress. It was risqué but I was feeling confident for some reason.

"Okay." In the dressing room, I hung the mass of fabric and netting up. It was beautiful and different, no doubt about that. The strapless bodice was fitting with a unique design in a darker green, with a dangerous low cut "v" right in the middle that would show more than enough cleavage. One ribbon of dark green wrapped around the waist area with a nice center piece in front. The skirt was the same color as the design and ribbon and all netting. There was no way something like this would suit someone like me, but what the hell? I slipped into the beautiful thing and did my best to zip the back up - the two outside would help me like they've been doing. Once it was on, I lost all confidence. I was going to look like a fool in this and I didn't want to see myself. With disappointment already stamped onto my face, I stepped outside and watched the girls' faces drop. Without them having to say anything, I already knew what the results were. "I know, it's way too much for me…"

"Bells…that's…" Angela stuttered.

"Too good for me?" I sighed sadly. "I know…"

"No," Jess argued. "It's perfect."

I came out frowning. "Well, that was one of the worst movies I've ever seen in my whole life."

"Told ya we should've went to go see that romantic -" Jess sang song.

Angela cut her off. "They could've at least told us it was two slutty actresses. Not just one. I mean, that Me -"

I zoned them out as my eye caught sight of the same silver Volvo I had seen earlier. I walked ahead of them and stood at the top of the stairs, trying to see if there was any possible way to see the driver. The windows were too dark though, making it impossible. The thought of being stalked it me like a ton of bricks, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Bella?"

Jess and Angela were staring at me with concerned expressions.

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's fine," Jess answered. "We're going to eat at the McDonald's." She pointed right down the street.

"Okay, sounds good," I reached for my cell phone in my purse when I realized it wasn't there. "Oh, shit. Um, I forgot my bag in the theater. I'll just meet you two down there?"

Worry flashed across Angela's face. "I don't know. I think we should all go together."

"No, really," I persisted. "I'll be fine. It's just like two blocks."

Jess shrugged. "Okay."

I walked back into the theater and to the younger teenage boy with acne problems. He was a scrawny little thing and he looked like a nervous wreck. He was sweating just as I was walking towards him.

"Ticket?" he asked, reaching out a shaky hand.

"Uh, I'm not here to see the movie," I began to explain. "You see, I forgot my bag in the theater and I was hoping if I could go look for it."

He gulped. "Sorry, no ticket, no theater."

My mouth dropped. "You're not really going to make me go buy another ticket to go look for a bag?"

He glanced around and leaned closer. "Okay, I'll let you in because I believe you but I'm really not supposed to do this sort of thing. You're gonna have to make it quick."

"Thank you so much!" I said, rushing to the door I had just exited only moments before. I walked in to find a big burly man cleaning up. He was dirty and a tad bit over weight, but he wasn't that much older than me. He glanced up, confusion crossing over his face.

"You supposed to be in here sweetheart?" he asked with attitude.

My face flushed. "I was just grabbing my bag." I crossed over to the other side quickly and found my old, brown bag. I quietly thanked God and got up, only to turn into the big guy. His name plate said "Roy".

"Now, what do you suppose I'm gonna get for lettin' you get your bag and not telling on you, saying that yous was sneakin' into this here movie, eh?" His hand reached up and twirled a loose strand of my hair. "Hm?"

"Eh-excuse me," I stuttered. "My friends are - are wai - waiting."

"Oh reallys?" He laughed. "Baby, they can wait a little longer."

Uh, yikes? Yes, this chapter was longer.(: It's just for you. Review?

Oooooh! Lookey here! I have a sneak peak of chapter 11 for all of you lovely readers! Yay!

Chapter 11

Preview

He grabbed my upper arm tightly, squeezing it to the point of bruising.

"Please let me go," I said, trying to ignore the pain and push the tears back. My heart was pounding at full speed. I knew what he wanted to do to me and I knew it was going to happen if I didn't do something. I thought of the pepper spray in my bag that my dad had given me on my very first trip to Port Angeles with the girls. I had never taken it out. There was no way to reach it though, with his grip cutting the circulation off in my arm, I couldn't reach it. The only way out would be to fight.

"Nah, I thought we'd have a little bit of fun before you left with ya girlfriends." He grinned a dirty grin, making me nauseous. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Come on baby, let's see what you have under that pretty little shirt."

My stomach churned. "Let go."

"Or what?" He snorted. "We better make this quick." He yanked my jacket off and threw my bag to the floor, never letting go of me once.

"Stop!" I tried yanking my hand away as soon as my nausea went away. "Let me go! Stop!"

"Don't fight it, sweetheart." He ripped my button-up shirt open and then…he was gone.