Twilight Gone Wild with Bad Girl Bella
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any designers mentioned. I do, however, own an apology. This one is for my readers, for not writing a new chapter in months and months. I just have not been very, erm, inspired.
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Hopefully I still have that spark. Haha. I never had a spark…well here goes nothing.
PREPARATION:
When I got home from the hospital, Charlie was pretty much breathing down my neck for the next hour or so. Since I knew that this little hovering act of his was going to go on for quite a bit, I decided to humor him for a while. So I sat down on the couch, flea-infected though it probably was, and flipped on the T.V. I went through all of the channels without a single sight of MTV or VH1. I went through them again in shock before asking Charlie about it.
"Um, Dad? Are you honestly telling me that there is no MTV here? Or any channel that isn't news, sports, or badly-acted soaps?" My eyes were like daggers into his, and he looked down and bit his lip.
"No, Bella. When I was alone, all I ever watched was sports, so…" His thoughts trailed off as the look in my eyes stayed the same.
"But I can change that! Yeah! I'll get a new cable package. Will that make you happier sweetie?"
The smile that had formed upon my face at his first couple sentences vanished with the "sweetie".
"I was happy, until you deemed it appropriate for the usage of pet names in reference to me. But now, I'm just pissed. So I recommend that you take five steps back, a deep breath, and leave me to have head pains in peace. Thank you."
Well, there was really nothing to say to that, so Charlie just flushed and left the room. Which is for his benefit, really. I was in a mood.
My plan had failed so totally and completely that I was tempted to write a eulogy for it. I turned off the T.V. so that I could brainstorm.
Should I just go with my last plan, and simply walk up and ask him? I pondered that for a while before deciding that almost getting run over by a car was totally a sign that that plan was a piece of shit. I think I kind of knew that from the start, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Suddenly, a light bulb flicked on in my brain. Omyfreakinggod! I should totally throw a party! Tomorrow! Yes, sadly, this one would have to be short notice but then, when he's there and completely trashed, he's bound to say yes! Why didn't I think of that before?
But what is the occasion for this party? Back in Phoenix, parties didn't need occasions. They just needed alcohol, drugs, and absentee parents. But here in this town, where they probably haven't thrown a party that involved funness since the gold rush era, an occasion was completely necessary. I stuck out my bottom lip and flipped over onto my stomach. God, if only something interesting actually happened around here that would cause for a party to exist…After thinking for forty seven minutes, I decided to have a beach party. Yes, a beach party, and I know that that is not a reason, but whatever. All sacrifices made in the name of a fantabulous party to be. If the party's at the beach, then it's not at my house, which means that I don't have to tie Charlie up in the basement for a night like originally planned. Also, Edward gets to see how insanely sexy I look in my hawt Victoria's Secret bikini. And of course, the superly awesome added bonus of seeing Edward shirtless. The thought practically made me salivate. Wait, no, not practically.
Wow, how sad is it that I literally drooled over a guy? This town is turning me into a desperate freak, something that I long ago vowed never to be. I spent the whole rest of the night designing an invitation on my computer, and printed out fifty copies. I know that only fifty people at a party equals a lame party, but the party needed to be exclusive in order for people to actually want to come. Screw that, they'd want to come just because I'm hosting it, and I'm sure they all can tell just from looking at me that any party that I host is a must-attend. And trust me, it will be.
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The next day, I decided to dress all official-looking and stuff for the invitation handing out ceremony, so I wore a black J. Crew blazer, a crème J. Crew blouse, and Rock & Republic jeans (pics on pro). I was in the mood for something a little different than the typical straightened hair, so I put my gorgeous locks into two braids.
I was so excited to hand out the invitations that I left without breakfast, something that I knew I would regret come second period. I tested the limits of my pretty much broken down truck and got to school faster than I ever imagined possible. When I got there, a full hour before the bell rang, I was happy to see that there were only six cars in the parking lot, and they probably belonged to teachers. I pulled out the folding table that I had stashed the previous night from the back of the truck, and set it up right in front of the sidewalk that led up to the school. I smiled a genuine, happy smile. No one would miss it.
About half an hour later, students started to slowly arrive. I had spent the whole half hour sitting on the table with my invites, tapping my thigh with one hand, and checking my pink Coach watch (pic on pro) every fifteen seconds or so.
Of the dozens of people who walked by and stared, I had only given out eight invitations. When that sicknasty Lauren girl walked by, she sneered at me.
"What are you having a party for?" She asked in a falsely sweet voice.
I again shuddered. "Wow, your voice has the exact same effect on me as hearing my neighbors lawn mower go off when I have a hangover. They both make me want to puke, and then chop my ears off. Congrats, you're a winner." I flashed her a huge smile. "Oh, and by the way, you might want to move on. You're blocking pedestrian traffic."
She gave me a scandalized look and moved on. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she had expected an invite. Loser.
Among the masses of desperate lower classmen and upperclassmen that pretended to be above my "stupid party", a few more people, such as Mike, Jessica, and Tyler came by who I actually gave invitations to before the one that the party was for showed up in the crowd. My heart fluttered. Why, I have no idea. But it did. And not in a poetic way, either.
"Edward. Hi. You are cordially invited to my party. Hope you can make it." I admit that I thrust my boobs out just the slightest bit during this quotation, but honestly, the blouse I was wearing? Super flattering in the boob area. Not doing so would be a crime of fashion.
I noticed that his siblings were walking just behind him, so I quickly added, "Oh, and your brothers and sisters are invited too, of course. So, here are your invites. No need to RSVP, I know you'll be there." I winked, and he took the invites with a small smile.
"Cool! Party! I haven't gone to one of those around here well…ever!!" The large brother ebulliently yelled from behind Edward.
"That's kind of the point," I said, giving him the once over and a patient smile. Although I'm totally devoted to winning Edward's attention, I was still looking forward to seeing this guy in a bathing suit. I could just tell, even from underneath his ski jacket that apparently is supposed to pass for a winter coat, that his muscles were approximately the size of my tote bag. Nice.
"We'll be there," he enthusiastically replied. The rest of the family, including (gasp) Edward, nodded in agreement.
"Perfect." I grinned, staring into Edward's golden eyes the whole time.
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Saturday. Party day. I could barely contain myself as I toasted the waffles that I would be eating for breakfast. The weather, for the first time in my drizzly memory of Forks, was perfect. Around seventy-five degrees A/N: (In January, I know. Weird, huh?), and sunny. I needed to go grocery shopping, and badly, so I took the waffles in my car with me. Charlie was at the station, so he wouldn't see the extravagantly large amounts of booze I would be dragging in the house with me later that morning. It's a good thing I had my BFF Dani, who had total connections, make me a State of Washington fake I.D.
When I reached the alcohol store, I grabbed six bottles of vodka, two bottles of whiskey, and a bottle of very nice, very expensive wine. That one was for me and Edward, of course, to set the mood for when I asked him out.
I bought everything with no problem, and felt empowered when I made the clerk turn purple from me smiling at him. On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store. I bought chips, guacamole, and cookies. Obviously not nearly enough food, but whatever, it's not like I'm going to be eating at this thing.
Charlie came home around five; just as I was stepping outside.
"I'm going out," I said coolly.
"Um, Bells? You're wearing a swimsuit. Under a coverup." Charlie said, looking kind of astonished.
"Nice observation, Charlie. That is correct," I said slowly, as if Charlie was three years old. And it was a very sexy swimsuit at that, a cheetah print number from Victoria's Secret that no boy could ever resist. I would know. Over it, however, was a J. Crew dress being substituted for a cover-up. (Pics on pro)
He blushed. "I know, but, um, what exactly are you doing? It's January. And you're in a swim suit."
I put on the good ol' puppy dog eyes. "Having fun in the nice weather. For the first time ever since I moved here, so cut me some slack, okay? I think you and I both know that I've been pretty goddamn miserable."
Charlie looked me over once again, and sighed. "Fine. Have your fun. But be back by ten-thirty, okay?"
I threw my head back and laughed. "Good one, Charlie. See you lates."
I speed walked to my car before he could react, and got the hell out of there. I vaguely wondered if he would ground me, but then realized that I had much, much bigger problems. Such as asking out Edward, which just so happens to be the single most nerve-wracking thing I could imagine doing. Ever. But I knew that it must be done. For the sake of my sanity in this dreary town.
When I reached the LaPush beach, there was a group of about ten teenaged Native American kids, boys and girls mixed, on the spot where I was planning to have my party. They were laughing and throwing water on one another, obviously flirting. It was actually kind of cute, and reminded me of how I used to act around guys when I was like, ten. However, these people were far from being ten, and therefore, in my eyes, absurdly immature.
"Um, hello? Yeah, you, people with the water and the flirtatiousness, hi. You have to leave. Like, now." I said to them. I decided a nice approach would make them listen to me.
A tall, gawky-looking, yet strangely familiar boy gave me a look of annoyance. "And, why exactly would we do that, princess?"
His friends laughed at his boldness, and he laughed along with them. I glared at him, and he stopped laughing right away, but had to stifle a couple of snickers.
"Problem?" I asked coolly.
"Yes, princess, I do actually have a problem. It's called you, ordering us around for no apparent reason. Why don't you explain to me whey we need to vacate the beach, huh?"
I had given this ass a freebie with the first calling me "princess", but two times was far too much for diplomacy. "First of all, drop the princess thing. It's annoying as hell, and I'm this close to smacking your face right now. Secondly, I'm having an exclusive party here in twenty minutes, so if you don't leave right now, I'll make you leave. So do it." I said this with so much ice in my voice; I'm surprised the ocean didn't freeze over.
"No," he said simply, and then sat on the sand. "I refuse to leave."
"Jacob, come on, man, she's scary!" One shorter boy said.
Jacob just stared at him and his friends. They all left, except for one pretty girl who looked a bit older than me.
"Yeah, this bitch obviously isn't worth it," she said. She then scampered, probably knowing that I would kick her ass.
"ExCUSE me?" I shouted at her. "You know what, no. I'm not getting into this crap right now. Just leave, okay?" I directed the last plea at the still sitting boy.
He yawned. "Nah, I really don't feel like it. Hey, but I'll make a deal with you!" He seemed excited at the prospect. Judging by the way he'd been eyeing me this whole time, he seemed to think I was hot. Don't they all…"I will help you get all your partay crap over here, if you promise to let me stay."
I considered this for a moment. I did have a lot of stuff. One extra person couldn't hurt, even if they were an extremely obnoxious one. "Fine. You carry everything, and you can stay."
"Cool," he said with a large, kind of cute, slightly goofy grin.
"My car's the red truck. Over in the parking lot," I sighed.
He turned his head. Then looked back at me again. Then, back at the car. "Wait. No way. No freaking way. That's your car?"
"That's what I just said, oh slow one." I rolled my eyes.
"Then you're Charlie's daughter. Bella," he stated, sounding slightly excited. His eyes sure were perky.
"I'm Jacob! Billy's son! Do you remember me?"
Finally, the familiarity in this boy that had been plaguing me finally made sense. Jacob. Right. Memories rushed through my brain, and I closed my eyes for a second or two. This night just got interesting.
Major cliffhanger! Sort of. Well, as always, one review and I will write again!! And sorry for the longness…and suckiness…but this chapter was sort of a filler. Will (hopefully) have sixth chapter done soon! Until next time…