I'm not SM. She owns these people. I just like to play dress-up with them.

Chapter 2

Holy hell! After all the time that I've tried to avoid that fucking dickhead, and he walks into the exact same bar that I'm in ten minutes after I do. I can't wait to hear how he explains this one. Fucking stalker. He obviously can't get it through his fucking head that we're over. We were pretty much over the minute six cruisers showed up at our apartment, all doubled up and coming in with leather gloves on expecting a fight. That was the day he threatened to kill me. I had almost my entire house packed in two hours that night. It was horrible. And I don't think anyone outside looking in really cared about what he had been doing to me.

I was fuming. That bastard was following me. Apparently it wasn't enough that he was watching every one of my social site pages. He even sent me an instant message after he got married, asking me if I wanted to have a threesome with him and her. I had to try not to throw up on my keyboard.

I had the perfect song in mind for this asshole. And I was sober enough to remember the lyrics but drunk enough not to care what I was about to sound like.

I took my request up to the DJ. "You've got time to probably have another drink before you're up. I'll let you know. You're sitting over there with those three girls, right?" He waved his hand over to where Rose, Alice and Ang were sitting.

"Yep, that's where I'll be." After making my decision, I figured I could use another drink, so as I headed back to our little table, I asked Ali if she wanted to go get another round for us. I stressed to her the importance of actually getting the drinks and coming back. I had to make my mind known up on the stage shortly. A little more liquid courage wouldn't hurt any.

I had a lot of pent up energy and seeing that fuckwad walk into the same fucking bar I happened to be in, with my best friends, I wasn't about to let it slide. Thankfully the girls didn't notice him walk in. This was my time. I downed another two shots, and as I was setting the glass back down from the last one, the DJ looked at me and motioned me up. I tossed up a finger letting him know I'd be up in just a minute.

I looked around at the girls, "Well, here goes nothing. Oh- don't hold this against me, ok? It'll make sense after I'm done. Promise. Ok. Gotta get up there and make my big debut back on the karaoke circuit!" I laughed as I walked up towards the stage. Taking a deep breath, I stepped up to the mic and gave the DJ a nod to start the song.

I zeroed in on our table, knowing full well that the girls usually hated my taste in music. They were much more the top forties kind of people, where as I am definitely not. Tonight, I'm sure they weren't going to be any more pleased than usual. The music had been blasting all around me. I couldn't help but start jumping around. I had a shitton of energy that I needed to get rid of, without punching someone. I knew it was just about time for the dj to start the song. I started singing the second the music came on, the lyrics just flowed out of me, directed completely at that fucking asshole who walked into the bar just minutes after we had.

You're gonna need a bodybag,
I'll break bones you didn't know you had.
When I'm done there will be nothing left of you
for your friends to hold on to
when they find you cold and blue tonight,
face down in a parking lot.

I swear the girls' jaws hit the table. It seemed that they instantly knew what was going on. They started craning their necks to look around the bar for his face.

Next time around, think about what you say
before you run your mouth.
Cause you're all alone and you're nothing
without your friends now.
You can tell the pavement what you really said
but I already know.
You got another thing coming if you think you're walking home.
This time I'm waiting here for you, you got nowhere to hide
You're gonna need a bodybag,
I'll break bones you didn't know you had.
When I'm done there will be nothing left of you
for your friends to hold on to
when they find you cold and blue tonight,
face down in a parking lot.

I love my girls, surprisingly enough, they knew this song from listening to it on my iPod. They knew I was going to need some backup vocals to pull off the end of the song, so they apparently decided that they needed to help me out. They started their way up to the stage to back me up.

I found him standing slack jawed off the side of the bar and made eye contact with the bastard so he'd know that I wasn't singing this to anyone but him.

Here's a question.
What do you do when you're all alone
and you have nowhere to run to, swear I'll find you.
And this is what I'll do; I'll take it slow (I'll take it slow)
just to let you know that we're not playing, you're not walking home.
This time I'm waiting here for you, you got nowhere to hide
You're gonna need a bodybag,
I'll break bones you didn't know you had.
When I'm done there will be nothing left of you
for your friends to hold on to
when they find you cold and blue tonight,
face down in a parking lot.

Just as the girls were passing the bar, Ali stopped in front of the bartender, leaned in real close to him and pointed out in to the crowd. She pulled away and bounded up the catch up with Rose and Ang.

I don't even remember finishing the song, before I could make the pieces click together in my mind I noticed several different things. One being that I, somehow had completely missed the fact that my scandalously sexy advisor was standing damn near right in front of the stage slack jawed, the other being that just as I was finishing up the song, two big ass hulking forms came up behind him, one on each side. They grabbed his arms and started yanking him out of the bar.

Thankfully my girls were right there for all the moral support I had needed. I got through the song and I couldn't believe the amount of applause that erupted around the bar. I tried to keep the blush at bay, but then I looked down and locked eyes with the sex god himself. I'm sure my face exploded from the sheer heat I felt from my blush alone. I grabbed Ali and Rose and high tailed it off the stage back to our table. I laughed the whole way back.

"Oh my god Ali! What did you say to the bartender?" I couldn't stop the curiosity anymore, I had to know what she said to get the two bouncers to escort that poor excuse of a human out of the bar.

"Oh, you know, my usual. I made googly eyes at him and told him that that douche on the other side of the bar had been grabbing my ass all night long and that something had been mentioned about me not cooperating and a minor threat of violence." Alice at least had the nerve to look sheepish at her explanation.

"Oh come on Alice! You are so bad!" Rose's patented eye roll accompanied her indignant reply. "If that guy had been paying any sort of attention to anything other than your tits he would have known that Mr. Stupendously-douchey-fuckhead had walked in about ten minutes before Bells went up to sing, and you've been spending almost every spare second getting us drinks so you can ogle the poor man."

"I am not ogling him! I'm merely appreciating the great specimen of man that is he."

"Give it up Ali! We all know you better than that! So are you going to give him your number?" I couldn't help but keep my eyes glued to my own sex god, even though I was trying to keep my mind on the conversation with the girls. I should have known better. There was no way in hell that one of them wasn't going to pick up on my personal distraction.

"Oh god! Did you see that bouncer? He was fucking hot! I'm so getting some tonight ladies!"

"Ew! Rose! Seriously, what the fuck?" I had no intentions of knowing the sexual conquests of any of my friends. It had been way too long since I'd gotten any myself, and I wasn't in any mood to listen to them try to force me to live vicariously through them. Thankfully Ang had a nice stable boyfriend. She was actually the normal one out of our little group.

"So, Bells, who's the stud muffin with the sex hair that's got you drooling all over yourself and needing new panties?" Damn Alice and her ability to multi task.

"What? I don't even know who you're talking about." Yeah, smooth Bella, because she's not going to see through that in a heartbeat.

Ali quirked her eyebrow up at me and proceeded to give me her best are-you-really-going-to-go-down-this-road-with-me look.

"Fine. He's my advisor at school. Hence the reason he is completely off-limits! I can drool but I can in no way at all touch. I'm sure just the things I've thought about doing to the man are some kind of school code violation and are probably illegal in several states!"

By that time, Rose had traipsed off after her bouncer, and Ali kept looking up wantonly at the bartender. I huffed a sigh. "Go Ali, you know you want to get his number. Why, I don't have a fucking clue, he is so not your standard M.O." I swear Alice squealed at me relinquishment of the girls night out best friend code. I turned to Angela instead, "So, since it's just you and me now. How's Ben doing?" Small talk. God, I've been stuck home for far too long. And then the alcohol hit me, like a ton of fucking bricks! I swear it was almost simultaneous for both me and Ang. I could only imagine how Alice and Rose were fairing with their pieces of man-meat and the alcohol haze that probably slapped them just as hard as it had with me and Ang. I tried to listen to what Ang was saying about some festival her and Ben were planning on going to but I couldn't stop staring at Masen.

"Just go talk to him Bella. If the two of you strike up some sort of conversation and you think it has merit to go somewhere, find out about switching advisors. If he's not your actual advisor there's not much the college can do about it. As long as he doesn't teach any of your classes, that is."

"Ang, I love you, you know that right? I can't figure out why I didn't think of that!" I slurred as I kept my eyes on the sexpot as he sidled up to the bar and started talking to the bartender. Wow, they seemed cozy. Just my luck. He's probably gay. Damn, Alice is gonna be pissed that her target for the night seemed more interest in my advisor than in her.

As much as what Ang had been saying made a ton of sense but I just couldn't do it. After everything I've been through the past four years… I just didn't think I had it in me to do anything other than ogle the opposite sex. Shit was just way too complicated. Sometimes I miss the years when my biggest worry was who I had to stand in line next to and what kind of jelly I wanted on my sandwich.

Maybe I could just ogle him from a distance. I can always just keep my pervy thoughts to myself and have something to go home to. And instead, I'm back to the same question that's been running through my head for quite some time now- what have I done? How can I undo it so I can make my life what I want it to be?

"I can't do it Ang. Everything's just so up in the air right now. I can't add that kind of drama too." Ugh, what was I doing?

Ang sighed, "Sweetie, did you ever think that maybe getting a man in your life might actually help fix some of this up in the air crap?" Damn her and her line of thought. I could see that pretty much no matter what I did or said tonight, my supposed friends were going to try to get me to hook up with someone. They just don't understand. Their lives' are so different from mine. I just can't go around pretending that I'm just like them.

"Screw it! Come dance with me Ang! We got all liquored up and now we have to go dance! C'mon, please?" Yep, the alcohol was in full swing now. Tonight was definitely going to be fun, the only drawback being the fact that I'm pretty sure I just drank my weight in alcohol in the span of half an hour, and I have class in the morning. "I'm pretty sure I'm gonna regret this in the morning, but what's that saying Ang, 'if I'm going to hell, I might as well go all out and do it right,' is that it?" God, I hate how I try to get deep and philosophical while under the influence. That's pretty much the biggest reason I stopped smoking weed. I'd get philosophical and none of my friends knew what the hell I was talking about. It never ended in a pleasant scene, so I just gave it up.

"Yeah, sure, Bells. I guess that's what it is. You know we're all gonna end up regretting tonight, right? I know I have to work in the morning. Ah, screw it! C'mon Bells! Let's show these skanky ass little girls how to move it right!"

I grabbed Ang's hand and led her out on the floor. I made sure to try to angle our path towards the bar. I managed to grab Ali's hand on the way. I let her know what was going on as she winked at the bartender, but came along anyways. I knew where this was going, and we were about to make the entire male population inside the bar very excited, and I couldn't help but think that maybe a few of them might need some wet-naps for clean up afterwards.

Being sans men for the evening, our only options for non-creepy guy grinding was our own little group. It wasn't the first time we've done some really suggestive shit on the dance floor, and I'm pretty fucking sure it won't be the last, because as long as it's me and my girls, some liquor, music with a good beat and a dance floor, it's bound to happen again.

Taking our places in the middle of the floor, pretty much in the line of sight of all the objects of our desires, I held Ang's hand over my head while I wrapped Ali's hand around my waist. Ang was dancing behind me, rubbing herself all over my ass, while Ali faced me; straddling my thigh, we started writhing on the dance floor.

I swear to the gods above, the minute we started moving, damned near everyone on the floor stopped dancing to take about three steps back, forming a gap around us where there was absolutely no one but us. We discretely kept our eyes on the chosen men of the evening to gauge their reactions. Obviously Ali's conquest for the night was behind the bar, so it was sort of difficult to see any adjustments that may have been happening. However, I did happen to notice a not-so-subtle adjustment in the pants department from Mr. Advisor Mc-sexy-pants. Well, somehow I think that answered any questions in regards to his sexuality.

Of course, pretty much as he's losing his mind over what's happening on the dance floor, Rosie see's what we're up to. God help us all. She started to stalk over to us. Somehow I think I know where she's going with this. It wouldn't be the first time Rose's gone a bit overboard with her overzealous ways. As she stepped onto the dance floor, you'd have figured she was a direct descendant of Moses, the way she parted the sea of bodies was sheer perfection. Continuing on with her charade, she stalked up to us, latching her hand on my ass and slightly twisting my face so that I was still sandwiched between Ali and Ang dancing, but facing her. Just as she started to lean in, the bitch winked at me. She fucking winked like that's going to completely prepare me for what I knew was coming. Rose continued to lean in, just as she brought her face to mine, her lips parted ever so slightly, pressing her lips to mine. Caressing my lips with hers, she darted her tongue against my bottom lip, sucking it in to her mouth and nipping on it. Suddenly, this didn't feel like a standard Rose-fucking-around-to-get-attention move. This crazy bitch was actually kissing me! And my god, was she getting into it. I felt more than heard her moan into my mouth. That pretty much did me in. I don't know if the because of the liquor or not, but god, I was getting hot over this.

I felt her hand slide up to my neck, pulling me in closer to her while her other hand slid down my shoulder, her thumb skimming the side of my breast, pausing for just a second to trace the underside of my chest, then continuing on its southerly path. As she slid her hand down to my ass, she gave it a quick squeeze before slipping herself between me and Ali. Now, we all knew that Rose wasn't very discriminating on the gender of her sexual interests. However I never, in my entire life, figured that Rose would want to take a step like that with me. I was really confused as to what Rose was trying to accomplish here but I was drunk enough that I really didn't give two shits about it; I'd ask her in the morning.

She continued to rub up on me, under the guise of dancing. Grinding her hips into mine, rubbing herself over me. God she was so hot on my thigh.

Holy shit! My thigh's getting damp! Rose was really getting into this. It's gotta be the liquor. She leaned forward slightly and started placing open-mouthed hot, wet kisses on my neck, trailing them up from my collar bone to just under my ear.

I wasn't sure if it was me, or if it was getting insanely hot on the dance floor. I hardly opened my mouth to ask as Rose brought her mouth down on mine again. Sucking my bottom lip in her mouth, nipping and tugging it with her teeth, suddenly I felt her tongue snake out into my mouth, teasing my own with hers. Her hands where in my hair, twisting it in her fists, pulling harder as she continued her ministrations on my mouth, all the while never losing the beat with her lower body.

Just then, Ang leaned in, pressing herself against my back, her hot mouth right next to my ear, I felt her hot breath on the side of my face, "You're boy over at the bar is in a serious need of a few dozen napkins to wipe all the drool off his face. Better yet I think that just maybe, someone ought to just give the man a damn bucket."

Of course, I couldn't look over to see for myself. Rosalie was too busy sticking her tongue down my damned throat. Slowly she pulled back, only to drop her head to my chest, sucking and licking her way down from my shoulder. "Damnit Rose!" I hissed, "I get the fact that you're trying to cause a stir but holy fuck, are you trying to fuck me right here on the dance floor in front of the entire fucking club?"

And all she did was look up at me like I was an idiot. "Jesus, Bella, don't you know when someone's trying to seduce you?"

Great. My best friend is trying to get me into bed with her. I somehow see something very wrong with this. But before I could really put any sort of half-assed thought together, Ang spoke into my ear again, "Incoming, sweetie. We have a couple of guys coming our way, but they aren't the guys you've been making goo-goo eyes at. What do want to do?"

Just as Ang finished speaking I felt another body come up beside me accompanied by a deep voice, "Is this party by invite only or is there room for at least one more very willing participant?"

Rose pulled away from almost having my tit in her mouth long enough to look up the poor guy. With a smirk that said way more that should have been conveyed to the poor guy with the stiffy, "Uh, no, actually this is a VIP party only, and well, you're just not on the guest list. Sorry. Now if you don't mind, would you perhaps leave us alone? Stupid fucking douche bag." I'm pretty sure she meant the last part to come out a little quieter than it did, but with all the alcohol coursing through our veins I don't think Rose was very aware of the fact that she didn't seem to have any sort of volume control. Obviously this guy had anger management issues because the second he heard Rosie call him a stupid fucker, he had her arm in his hand gripping her so hard she nearly lost her balance.

"Stupid bitch, I should teach you a fucking lesson!" Rose is one to never fuck with. Drunk, sober, or otherwise, it's never a smart idea to make any sort of unwarranted bodily contact with her let-alone call her a bitch, unless of course you're in the inner circle. Poor dick didn't even know what hit him. The rest of us however, knew it was Rose's fist that clocked him in the face. He staggered backwards grabbing his nose as blood poured down his face. "Fucking cunt! You broke my goddamn nose!" Wow, this ass just won't learn. First he grabs her arm, calls her a stupid bitch and then proceeds to call her a cunt after she just successfully broke his nose, without so much as chipping her overly expensive manicure. I feel sorry for the ignorant fool.

Rose stood at an impressive height of 5'10" and that's when she's standing flat footed on the floor. Add in a nice pair of stilettos and she easily stood taller than 6 foot. She always had an air of confidence that surrounded her, it was in the way she always walked with her head high and her shoulders pulled back, it was in her stride. That very essence of confidence was in her stride. She could very obviously take care of herself; she just broke some guy's nose just for hitting on us. Yeah, this poor guy was about to get a beat-down.

"Excuse me?" Rose glared at him as she slowly stalked forward. "What did you say to me, you disgusting fucking pig." For every step forward Rose took, Douche-Bag Mc-gonna-get-his-ass-kicked took two back. It didn't matter that he was slowly putting more space between them, Rose could move almost as fast as lightning when she wanted to, high heels be damned.

He couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence at that point in time, so it seemed that he thought it would be best to just mumble and stutter nonsense. Rose shot forward with one more well placed fist to the side of his face and a knee to his nuts. He doubled over in pain, as he did so, Rose brought her knee back up to collide with his face. While setting her foot back down and straightening up to her full height, she gently pushed on his shoulders to watch him fall over backwards, grabbing his face with one hand and his junk with the other.

We all started laughing uncontrollably as he started rocking on the floor, tears, blood and snot streaming down his face.

"Good job, Rose, I'm sure the cops are on their way now." Damn her. They had bouncers at these fucking places for a reason.

"Nah, hey, don't worry about it. You ladies are more than welcome to stay. The cops haven't been called. From what I saw it's wasn't anything more than self-defense. Oh, and by the way, I've been asked to inform you ladies that the gentleman at the bar has agreed to pay for another round if he might be able to join you for it. Uh, he did ask me to tell you that he doesn't mean anything by it other than he's very intrigued by the little brunette." Speak of the damned devil and he'll appear every fucking time. At least the bouncer was decent. Wait a minute, holy hell, this is the bouncer that Rosie was eye fucking most of the night. I'm starting to see the method behind her madness.

"Uhm. Who is it that wants to join us?" I couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive about this. Guys were always hitting on me, acting all interested, until of course they found out the truth about me. Then they were gone like a shot in the night. I wasn't interested in making small talk with some douche that was just gonna run off as soon as it came out.

"He's standing at the bar. Black v-neck tee shirt, faded blue jeans, with the Coors Light long neck in his hand." Of fucking course the bouncer had to point out Mr. I'm-so-fucking-hot-with-my-sexy-ass-self-looking-all-nonchalant.

Before I could even really think about what the fuck was happening, Rose looked up at the bouncer and answered for me, "Tell him that's very sweet but we're about to leave. However," Rose grabbed a piece of paper out of her purse along with a pen, scribbled down a number and thrust it at the bouncer, "could you please give this to the lanky blonde guy behind the bar. It's my friend Alice's number. I'm sure he'll know which one she is." I swear to god I heard Ali start squealing. Insert eye roll here.

"Uh, well, yeah I guess I could. I'm not sure what good it's gonna do. He's not really on the market right now, bad break up or some stupid girly shit. Oh, fuck, I mean… I didn't mean it like that. I mean I don't have anything wrong with girly shit. Uh… Oh fuck. I'm just gonna stop talking now. Yeah I'll give it to him."

"Thanks," seemed to be all Rose could muster after all that as she turned her back to him, and looked at me. "You ready to get outta here Baby? I'm so ready to go home and make you feel so good you won't remember your name." Rose tossed me a sly wink when the bouncer wasn't looking directly at her.

"Oh yeah Sexy, I'm so ready. All just for you. Make me forget what's-his-name. You know he couldn't make me cum like you can. God, I'm so wet for you right now." Pouring it on a bit think, aren't ya Bella? Shit yes I was. I'm not a lesbian; I don't know what the fuck I was supposed to say to her. It wasn't even the fact that it had anything to do with being a lesbian or not, I just plain sucked at trying to do the whole 'dirty talk' thing. It just wasn't my style.

I swear to god, any male within hearing rage of our little conversation was about to either simultaneously jizz in their pants or their fucking brains were about to implode. It's not like our outfits left anything to the fucking imagination. Damn Alice and her fucking wardrobe selections. With all of the male eyes, and some females, of the bar population, I suddenly felt like a two-dollar whore on half-off night. I really just wanted to get out of there. I tugged on Rose's hand to try and lead her off the dance floor, following the bouncer.

"Just a sec, Bella, I want to see their faces. Just hang out here and dance one more song with me. Then we'll all leave and walk down the street to Cal's. I bet you twenty bucks that your advisor follows us down there. And if he does, I promise to keep my hands to myself and not so blatantly molest you on the dance floor or anywhere else for that fact." Rose actually threw her head back and laughed at that like it was the world's most comical joke.

Bitch.

"You're on, bitch. Twenty bucks, right?" I sighed, knowing damn well there was no way I could get out of it now. I might as well go along with it instead of fighting her over it.

Right about then we watched the bouncer hand the piece of paper over to the bartender, who immediately started scanning the dance floor for Ali. We all giggled and cast knowing looks at Ali. She was definitely going to be getting a phone call from him later.

Just after exchanging a few words with the bartender, the bouncer leaned over to get closer to my advisor. We assumed he was passing along our thanks for the round, but our polite decline as we were readying to leave. Mr. MasenMc-hottie-pants nodded with a slight… frown? And then said something back to the bouncer. Rose said it was then most definitely time for us to make our way down to Cal's.

As we were walking off the dance floor, Rose made sure to get handsy again just about as we were passing by the guys at the bar. She leaned over closer to me, tossed me another sly wink, grabbed me around the waist, dipped me back and licked me from my almost-popping-out-of-my-fucking-shirt tits to my ear. And, goddamnit if that wasn't hot as fuck. I'm not into chicks, but fuck, Rosie sure as hell knew what she was doing. After that she nibbled on my earlobe as she pulled me back up and started leaving hot, wet, open mouthed kisses along my jaw, culminating in one hellacious kiss. Right in front of our eye candy for the evening no less, but Rose being Rose, I let her do it figuring that she got the bouncer to come over to us, gave Ali's number to the bar tender and got a round of drinks from the object of my lust. If she were to publish this shit, she'd be one rich bitch.

She let me stand up but kept her arm around my waist as she spoke loud enough for the boys at the bar to hear us, "Sweetie, I'm gonna make you forget that stupid boy that broke your heart, but there's a condition- you gotta return the favor. I'm tired of thinking about Luca! He keeps standing me up and I'm just so sick of it. You gotta make me forget him B. Please?" Of course I'm gonna agree with her. I'm having way too much fucking fun playing with these guys' heads.

"Oh, Baby, you know I can make you forget all about him." I placed a kiss below Rose's ear, "Baby, when I'm done with you the neighbor's aren't gonna remember their names!" Holy fuck. Where was all this coming from, and how the hell am I still standing up-right? Oh well. I guess my weight in liquor in twenty minutes wasn't enough. I'm completely letting go tonight. Charlie's okay and I got my girls here with me to keep me from doing anything too stupid. Although, I'm starting to wonder if maybe Rose being around me while I'm completely shit-faced may not be such a great idea. This bitch is gonna land my ass in lock-up for the night. I'm sure I'd be able to get out of it for the most part, Charlie being my dad and all does have its perks occasionally.

And with that, we strolled out of Bootstrap Bullies to go down the street to Cal's for more alcohol and dancing.

Sure as shit, just after doing a few shots at a table in the corner, none other than Mr. Masen himself walked into the bar.

"Damn you Rose!" I just lost the friggin bet.

"Told ya, sweets. He's been eyein' you all night long. I'm sure he's trying to figure out your deal. He was practically bending you over on the dance floor he was eye fucking you so hard!" How Rose can figure this shit out is completely beyond me, but it seems like she does every damned time.

"Girls, I'm thinking that since I just lost twenty bucks that we all need to do a song together up on stage! Something to get us some attention!" Yeah, I'm really plastered. I'm sure that once I get up on stage it's gonna sound like a bunch of dogs howling at the moon, but who cares, we're having fun.

"Oh! I know what song I want us to do!" You'd think Ali was some sort of OCD hyperactive Chihuahua the way she was bouncing around.

"Ok, Ali, what song are we doing?" We all just sort of gave a mental eye roll knowing Ali's taste in music tends to be more mainstream pop than anything else.

"I'm not telling. I know we all know the lyrics so it won't be a problem with having to look at the screen. Aaannndd I know that we all got moves to this song." I love her to death but this girl can be so infuriating at times.

Since there was no one on the stage and it didn't seem like there was anyone in all of Cal's that was actually drunk enough or brave enough to actually step on stage to sing, it seemed as though we wouldn't have long to wait to do our thing. We each grabbed another shot as Ali went up to the DJ and gave him our request.

"Ok guys, he's gonna play one more song then we're up so be ready!" Ah, always the little drill sergeant.

"Ok, ok, we'll be ready. Even though we don't know what the hell we're supposed to be ready for." Ang mumbled in response.

We downed our shots while patently waiting our turn on the stage. The DJ nodded in our direction and Ali all but dragged our asses on the stage.

The beat started just as Ali belted out the first set of lyrics, "Do, do you got a first aid kit handy? Do, do you know how to patch up a wound? Tell me, are you patient, understanding? Cause I might need some time to clear this hold in my heart and I," And of course we all knew this song, I think I knew where Ali was going with this as she looked at me and pulled me forward to the mic. All I could do was glare at her as I took over the song. The girls dropped back and started dancing around me acting as not only my backup dancers but vocals too.

I took over like the pro karaoke singer that I am, "I've tried every remedy and nothing seems to work for me. Baby, this situation's driving me crazy and I really wanna be your lady, but the one before you left me so damaged, damaged, I thought that I should let you know that my heart is damaged. So damaged and you can blame the one before. So how you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it? How you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it?" The girls kept up perfectly with the backup vocals. And just as I was scanning the crowd, Rose danced up next to me and smooth as silk, elbowed me in the side. I barely even saw what she did, let alone feel it, so I was sure no one else did either. I gave her a pointed look, what the fuck Rose? She glanced off in towards the back of the bar near the table we had snagged once we first had gotten there. right at me. Fuck me sideways. Nothing I could really do about it now. I was in the middle of a song and Bella Swan does not walk off the stage in the middle of a song.

"Do, do you got a first aid kit handy? Do, do you know how to patch up a wound? Tell me, are you patient, understanding? Cause I might need some time to clear the hold in my heart and I," I figured that since this song seemed to fit my life at the moment, hell, the past two years, I might as well play it up a bit. I knew Masen was watching me, so I threw it all right back at him. I sang my heart out, belting the lyrics and keeping my eyes locked with his. "You try to gain my trust. Talking is not enough. Actions speak louder than words. You gotta show me something. My heart is missing some pieces. I need this puzzle put together again." I let Ali back at the mic for the chorus so I could flaunt some of my moves with the girls. Making sure to keep eye contact with Masen the whole time, I tossed some of the lyrics out here and there, making an obvious point to hit on the whole being damaged thing.

"Can you fix my H-E-A-R-T, cause it's D-A-M-A-G-E-D. Can you fix my H-E-A-R-T? Tell me are you up for the challenge?" I glanced at Rose and Ang and it seemed as though they could read my mind. I was so sure we were gonna fuck it up, but surprisingly enough, even with all the years since we've done it together, we busted out our high school synchronized dance moves while Ali kept right on singing. It was awesome! I still couldn't believe that we actually managed the flips drunk and in heels. Masen was most definitely drooling, but I wasn't entirely sure that he was drooling over me though. Oh well, we were having fun.

When the song ended we all bowed like the drunken jackasses that we are, surprisingly enough we got quite the response with the whistles and clapping. Apparently we aren't as horrible as we seem to think we were. Or we were just really fucking drunk and thought that Cal's patrons were applauding our dance and musical abilities. We popped off the stage with a completely new air of confidence surrounding us as we walked back to our table.

Of course in all the heady feelings of being up on stage were starting to dissipate, it occurred to me that Masen was standing practically at our table. Fuck. Double fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. What the hell was I supposed to say? Rose saw that I was starting to over-think this shit again and Rose being Rose decided that it was an opportune time to pinch me. In the ribs. Hard.

Bitch.

At least she got me to stop over-thinking shit again. Time to suck it up and get whatever was going on, over with.

A/N- I have no beta. This is all me. I've been playing with an EPOV but can't get into his head. Let me know what you think I should do- finish my attempt at picking his brain or keep going with BPOV?