Who could ever want me?

by Bloodthirsty221

Bella is a slightly chubby high school girl with 2 parents who only care about her grades and her annoying older brother, Emmett. She seems fine, but inside, she is battling depression and suicide. To make it all worse, she is in love with Edward Cullen, Emmett's best friend. But he could have any girl he wants, so why would he ever want her?

4. Chapter 4

I'm SOOO sorry for not updating! I've been so busy, then my parents have been on my ass because of my grades. They gave me a 30 minute lecture because I got an A-. No joke. I hate being Asian! Well, hope you guys enjoy!

BPOV:

Alice drives us over to my house right after that, in her canary yellow Porsche, I might add. Her family is super rich, like all the other families here, apart from mine. I am the only girl that doesn't wear designer clothes, own a car, or have a mansion. Emmett is in the same situation, but he's so popular and "cool" that nobody actually cares how much money he has.

We get to my house, and she practically drags me up to my room. My room is super small, so small that 2 people get cramped inside. It has a desk, a bed, and a closet. Alice spends most of her time in my closet, cutting up t-shirts to make them "sexy" or something. I tell her that she's wasting her time, trying to make me look sexy. It's impossible. I'm just plain old Bella.

Obviously, this time, she also goes straight to my closet. She takes out a scrap of white fabric and hands it to me.

"Ummmm… Alice? What is this?"

"It's your top, silly." She giggles.

"This is a scrap of fabric. I can't wear this!"

"Oh, please. Just put it on!"

She helps me put it on, twists the straps, and viola! I was wearing a halter top. How did I not know that I had this?

I actually looked... Kind of good. It was strange. My fat was concealed inside the flowy lines of the shirt, but it also made my breasts look larger. The white made me look better because I didn't look as pale.

"Wow. Thanks, Alice!" I squealed. She squealed back. This is how we communicate sometimes.

"Ok, now tomorrow at school, you are going to wear this and those shorts. Wear a zip up jacket, then in biology, take off your jacket. Slowly. Do you hear me Bella? S-l-o-w-l-y. Ok? Here, try it now."

So we spent the next hour practicing, until I had it mastered.

"Don't forget to put on the brown eyeshadow! And make your eyeliner heavier, and put on EXTRA coats of mascara! Oh, oh! Put on your lip gloss, too! The darker shade!" She yelled as she left. Ok then... Tomorrow was going to either be a great success or an epic fail.

Should Edward react or no? Please let me know in your reviews!