A/N

Giving in to the girls on Facebook LOL!
They own me.

In reality, they whine and whine until I give in. But I love them so ...

I spent most of the night on the phone to Rose, scheming. She has always been the master of allure, with a tongue so sharp she makes grown men cry.

I decided I needed some of that.

Bit by bit, Edward has chipped away at my resolve. I'm slipping and ... I can't afford to.

I kept my curtains closed and my main light off, choosing instead to sit in the dim glow of my desk lamp. Shutting him out.

Surprisingly, I slept like a baby, feeling better about the whole situation -thanks to Rose. And woke up to Alice on my doorstep, ready for my transformation.

Gone is sweet, preppy Bella, who hides her promiscuity behind an angelic disposition; and in her place is sultry Bella, the girl I really am. All bets are off, my innocent faux-skin has been shed.

Edward broke that little girl.

"You know how this is going to go, right?" Rose asks as soon as she reaches Alice and me.

I take a deep breath through my nose, looking towards the school and the students who mill around. The sky is grey, dull; the air cold, crisp.

"Yup."

Rose leans her hip against Alice's car, crossing her arms over her chest. "Right. So ... game plan."

"Humour the guys who now think I'm easy -only verbally," I answer. Rose nods and motions with her hand for me to continue. "Smile and wink at the bitches who think I'm a whore -rise above it." Again with the nod, Alice is bouncing on the balls of her feet, excited. "Ignore Cullen. Flaunt myself. Drive him wild."

"Perfect." Rose's smile is nothing short of sinister. She lives for this shit.

"Right. Let's do this." I move first, the girls quickly falling into step beside me, Rose looking as glorious and unapproachable as ever, Alice a ball of excited energy.

Angela joins us, wordlessly falling in line to my left. She knows the plan, we texted back and forth for hours last night.

People whisper as we walk, chuckling, gossiping. Clearly no one has forgotten the shit show that unfolded at my feet yesterday.

High school is a strange dynamic. Being called an easy fuck in front of everyone isn't a big deal -on paper. But the truth is, I've hidden myself well, built walls so high, maintaining them for so long, that yesterday's drama is a shock to a lot of people.

I'm a flirt, I'm friendly, I'm fun ... I am not a sure-thing. I'm unobtainable to the masses. Or, I was -until Edward Cullen rocked up and smashed that illusion to smithereens. So this is a big deal.

Only those closest to me —those I consider friends— know how bitchy and brutal I can be. Only they know that I love sex. Those I hate, know that I'm no wallflower, but they also know I'm perfect in the eyes of everyone else. Those who don't know me, those people currently watching this onslaught, are surprised —shocked— by what Edward Cullen announced. He's opened a can of worms, and they're spilling every-damn-where.

To the guys, they now think they have a chance and they'll up their game, further their advances -because I'm an easy fuck, right? Or, as Edward's led them to believe, I am now. To most of the girls, I'm the whore I accused most of them of being. I'm a fucking hypocrite and they can't wait to witness my fall from grace.

We walk, not saying a word, absorbing the looks and the hushed whispers, keeping our heads high. The girls have my back, never once even considering letting me face this alone.

It's time to stop hiding. That little insecure girl, abandoned by her mother and ignored by her father, is dead. That mask isn't working for me anymore.

A/N

That's it for today. I mean it LOL!