Author's Note: Oh, I know, another boring author's note. But this one is just here to plug my new story: Not So Prince Charming. I know, I know, I'm shameless. Read it, please? Thank you!
Alice flung the door open, and there stood Jessica, with an eager looking Mike Newton behind her, as well as about fifty other people. Alice squealed with delight, and stepped aside to let them all in. Jessica came to stand by her, and they exchanged some words, but I couldn't hear them, because of the increasing noise level in the house. There was a continuous stream of people for at least three minutes. Jessica looked happy when she rejoined the stream headed for the living room. Two guys squeezed through the door, carrying a huge keg, just a tad bigger than the one that Emmett had purchased in Seattle earlier. He looked at me with a smug look on his face. "I could have carried that teensy thing with one hand." He bragged, and went to join Rosalie in the living room.
I turned around, and realized that I was standing by myself. Alice and Jasper were cheering on a group of what looked like sophomores who were downing shots like no tomorrow. My eyes widened with surprise. I looked around for Edward, and looked around when I heard my name called. My eyes darted to the top of the stairs, and there stood my own personal knight in black knit cotton. I smiled hugely at him, and wound my way around several dancing kids, with their bodies pressed close to their partners. Oh teenage lust. I laughed to myself, and slowly started up the staircase. Edward crushed me in a hug when I finally reached the top.
"This whole party scene is not my thing. Why did we do this again?" He looked at me like I had the answers.
"Um, Emmett wanted to, remember? He said a party would be a good way to break the ice." I was making all this up, but it had been Emmett who wanted to have the party in the first place. I heard a relentless pounding, and realized that it was coming from the door. More kids. Before I could blink an eye, Alice had whipped open the door, and was welcoming them in. Edward rolled his eyes.
"What?" I was curious as to what he was thinking.
"Half the girls at this party want to know why I'm with you. Look down." I did as he told me, and met adoring gazes with about fifteen girls who were staring up at him. I returned my eyes to his, heat creeping up my cheeks. "I know, I know, it's not a nice feeling. I don't think I'm going down to the party tonight." He started to turn toward the staircase that led up to his room. I grabbed his arm, and he turned to me, his golden eyes shimmering. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and stood on my tiptoes. He closed the space between us, and kissed me with ardor. He pulled back a couple seconds later. His eyes burned.
"Show off." His voice was rough, well, as rough as velvet could get. His breathing was ragged, and I was supremely surprised. He'd never behaved this way after I kissed him, he was always Mr. Cool. Then, a wicked thought flashed across my mind. Could Edward…enjoy that sort of thing? Was Edward and exhibitionist? I suppressed a wild laugh, and looked deep into his eyes.
"Damn right I'm a showoff. You're such a spectacular boyfriend, who wouldn't want to show you off?" I flirted outrageously, and flounced down the stairs. As expected he followed me down the stairs, grabbing hold of my waist at the end. I laughed, and the girls who had been gazing adoringly at Edward earlier, were now glaring at me. If looks could kill….
I strained my ears to hear the music. It was 'What Goes Around Comes Around' by Justin Timberlake. Couples were swaying around the living room, and entryway. There were a lot more people here now. At least two hundred. Alice and Jasper were no longer at the bar, and the sophomores were nowhere to be seen. I entered the living room, Edward behind me, his hands on my waist. Rosalie and Emmett were putting on a show. If there were a contest for raunchy dance moves, Emmett and Rosalie would have won, hands down. The circle that had formed around them was trying to imitate them, but it was a sad mimic.
Then, I felt Edward's hands sliding up my sides. I turned to find him dancing provocatively behind me. I threw my hands up in the air, and started dancing too. Hey, it was a party, why not? I pushed my hands through his hair, and his hands found their way to my hips. I turned my head to the side, and I felt Edward's lips land there. He planted a little row of kisses on my neck. Alice was standing there, dancing with some kid. He looked awe struck, and didn't take his eyes off her. Alice gave me a wink, and went back to dancing.
I looked around for Jasper, and found him almost immediately. He was grinding on Jessica. I tried to hide my surprised look, but it didn't work out very well. Jessica had her hands around his neck, her fingers curling into his hair. She was moving as sexily as she could manage, and together, they didn't look half bad. I turned back to Edward. The party was going great, but I was getting overheated. I craned my neck until my face met the side of Edwards. I put my lips against his ear, which he seemed to enjoy.
"I need water! I'm thirsty." He broke his hold on me, and I headed toward the kitchen. I didn't know if he followed me or not, but it didn't really matter. I knew my way around the house.
I struggled through the gyrating crowd until I reached the kitchen. I looked behind me. Hmm. Edward hadn't followed me. Okay. I went to the cabinet, and took out a glass. I turned the tap on, and waited for it to get cold. I heard someone enter the kitchen as the water was running. I didn't think much of it, until I felt them behind me. I turned, and there was Mike Newton. His eyes were glassy.
"Hey Bella. You're looking great tonight." His voice was slurred, and I have the feeling that I could have held a match to his breath, and it would have lit. He moved slightly closer. Too close for comfort, as a matter of fact. "As a matter of fact…you look pretty great. Do you wanna dance?" He smiled at me. I took a deep breath, and glanced out into the living room. Edward was dancing with one of the girls who had been eyeing him earlier. Her hands were all over him. What did he think he was doing? My eyes darted over to the bar.
"Sure, Mike. Let's dance." I grabbed his hand, and towed him over to the bar. There were a couple shot glasses sitting on the counter. I filled two of them with vodka, and downed them.
"Damn, Bella. I didn't know you drank." Mike was drunk, but not that drunk. He wasn't dumb yet.
"I don't. I do, however, make room for special occasions. This is a special occasion." I glanced back out into the living room, and he was still dancing with that girl. I had never seen her before. All I knew was that she had her hands all over Edward, and he wasn't exactly pushing her away. I don't think I'd ever been so jealous in my life. I threw back another shot, and led Mike into the living room, across the room from Edward, but still in his line of vision. I started dancing with him, not being shy with my hands or my moves. I was feeling pretty good. It was as if all my inhibitions had gone out the window. I caught Emmett's eye, and he looked really surprised. He said something to Rosalie, and she looked over, and started laughing. I rolled my eyes, and turned my attention towards Mike.
By this time, he was getting pretty fresh. His hands were on my hips, and moving steadily downward. I let my eyes wander over to Edward, and found that his eyes were locked on me. Mike's hands reached their destination, and that was when Edward broke free of his dancing partner, and headed our way. The look on his face was terrifying. I took Mike's hand, and headed toward the deserted kitchen.
We reached the kitchen at the same time Edward did. He had his face drawn up in a sneer, and I don't think I'd ever seen Mike look so frightened. Edward stepped toward us.