BPOV-

I cried myself to sleep, waking up once every hour, and snacking on the welcome home chocolate. I was a hot mess. I gave up on sleep around five and went to take a shower.

I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. I looked like death. My normally clear pale skin looked clammy and grey. There were dark purple, bruise-like circles under my eyes. Ugh, and my eyes were an alarming shade of red, from my tears. Ooh, I was gorgeous.

But I was done crying. I was in full on bitch-mode. I wasn't gonna get mad, I was gonna get even. Instead of moping, or falling onto some random guy's dick, I decided to scheme. I was forming a plan whilst untangling my long brown hair.

I couldn't understand why it was so easy for him to walk all over me. And then it hit me. He was always saying that I was 'sweet' and 'innocent. Aside from the sex and fast cars, it was true. I had big brown eyes and long chocolate brown hair. I had to mix it up a bit. Hell, I had to sex it up a bit. And I knew just who to turn to. Alice McCarty.

I had met her a few times, and we had gotten along really well. She loved shopping, and constantly said that I was in need of make-over. Well, at this moment, I couldn't agree more. I had plan, the 'Make Emmett Regret Everything' Plan. It was still in its early stages, but by the time I was finished, I was gonna have him eating out of my shoes.

I waited until around ten am, because I didn't want to wake her.

I got out my lame phone, making a mental note that I needed a cooler one, and called Alice. It only rang once before she answered.

"Hello?"

"Alice?"

"Bella? Is that you??"

"Yep."

She squealed loudly, "I'm so glad you called, I haven't heard from you in so long."

"Yeah I know, sorry I haven't called."

"Oh it's fine! What can I do for you today?"

"I'm back in town Ali. I moved in with my dad. And I was thinking…" I paused.

"What were you thinking Bella?"

"I was thinking that I needed…a make-over."

I heard a crash and a loud squeal and then she was back. "I'll be over in five minutes. Get ready to shop."

And with that she hung up. I knew I was in trouble.

Alice was true to her word, arriving at my house five minutes later with her black American Express in toe.

"Alice, you can't expect me to let you pay for anything." I stated firmly.

She shook her head, "Bella, Bella, Bella…I've wanted to give you a make-over for the longest time. I'm bankrolling this party."

I sighed, "Okay, well I have a specific reason for this make-over, and I have a specific look I wanna go for."

She raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, "Go on…"

"Alright, you know the saying 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?"

She nodded.

"Let's just say I've been scorned. The man I was in love with is seeing someone else. And I want to make him suffer. I don't want to be sweet, innocent looking Bella anymore. I wanna be badass, Doc Marten's wearing Bella."

I looked at Alice, who wore a giant smile on her face.

"What are you smiling about Alice?"

"I'm just really glad we're friends. Trust me, before you know it you'll have this asshole eating out of the palm of your hands."

If only she knew that this 'asshole' was her brother. I mentally shrugged.

"Where do we start Ali?"

She stood up and began to circle me, like a hawk eyeing its prey. She poked at my clothes and lifted my hair, examining me.

"First, we need to go shopping. And then we're gonna get your hair cut."

"Why do I have a feeling there's more?"

She smiled wickedly, "Because there is. You're going to get a tattoo and an industrial."

I was confused, "Okay I'm with you there on the tattoo, but what the hell is an industrial?"

She tucked her short hair behind her hair and pointed to her ear. In the cartilage of her ear was a bar running from one side to another.

"That looks kinda painful." I said skeptically.

"It is silly, but if your heart's already broken, this will feel like nothing at all."

I smiled, "Alice McCarty…I love you."

She had on a million watt smile, "I know you do. And obviously I love you, or else you wouldn't be receiving my help."

She giggled.

"So should we start today?"

She nodded, "Of course. We have so much work to do."

"Your car or mine?" I questioned, secretly hoping she chose mine.

"Well, if that beautiful piece of ass in the garage is your car, then yours of course."

I couldn't help it, I squealed. "Yeah that's mine. Let's go."

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We spent hours at the mall, shopping until I dropped. Alice was insatiable when it came to purchasing things. I didn't want to know how much she spent, and she didn't want to tell me, so I knew it was bad. But I can't say that it wasn't worth everything. I was so excited I could barely stand it.

We had left that morning around eleven and got home around nine pm. Alice and I carried the bags up to my room and laid them out on my bed. Instead of sitting down and organizing the pile of shit adorning my queen sized bed, I walked over to the mirror to gaze at someone I no longer recognized.

My once long hair was now cropped into a short, dramatic bob with full bangs. I refused to let Rico, the hair-stylist, dye it. It went just under my chin in the front and was extremely short in the back. When I first saw what he had done, I was mortified. My hair had been a shield, when I was scared, or embarrassed, I hid behind a curtain of hair. Now I was left naked, to face the world with uncertainty. And I loved every minute of it.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and examined my new industrial. It wasn't half as painful as my now throbbing tattoo. I poked it and let out a hiss.

"Don't poke at it Bella." Alice chastised.

"Yeah, yeah."

She giggled, "How's the tattoo?"

I lifted my wrist to my face to review the script, now imbedded into my flesh.

Beautiful Lie

I sighed. It was perfect. Not the pain factor, that was bothersome, but the meaning was so true. My love for Emmett was a beautiful lie. My make-over, while awesome, was still a beautiful lie. When Alice asked me what I wanted, that was the first thing to come out of my mouth, and I knew I would never regret it.

"It's fanfuckingtastic Alice."

"I'm glad you think so Bells, let's go through all of your spoils. Tomorrow's your first day of school, and you have to be ready to make Emmett pay."

My mouth dropped. I hadn't told her about Emmett, not that I was fucking him, and not that he had crushed me.

"How—how did you know?" I questioned, completely bewildered.

She tapped her temple, "I'm psychic."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously Bella, I'm not stupid. He's my brother, and you two weren't quiet. I knew the second you told me that you needed a make-over that he fucked up. And that just isn't right. I know we haven't hung out much in the past, but I really feel like you're my best friend. The kids at school think I have ADD, and they don't like to hang out with me. I don't know why. Just because I get excited easily, and I love to give hugs…" She trailed off.

A tear fell from her wide eyes. I moved beside her and wrapped my arms around her lovingly.

"I know what you mean Alice. You're my best friend too."

She looked up at me and sniffled, "Really?"

I laughed, "Why else would I ask you to shop with me?"

She shrugged, "Because I'm the best."

"True, but it was mostly because I trust you."

"Good. You should trust me. Now, let's pick out what you'll be wearing tomorrow."

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After a long debate, and three 'fashion shows' we figured out my first day of school look. I would be wearing a black and white Adicts tee shirt with bright red skinny jeans, tucked into a pair of vintage Doc Martens. I would use black eyeliner, not too much though, and blood red lipstick. I tried everything on and Alice did my make-up.

"Damn." She whispered.

"What's wrong? Do I look like a tool?"

She shook her head, "Not at all. You look like Bella the Man Slayer."

I laughed, "Is that a good thing?"

"Oh yeah. If that doesn't get Emmett to see what a dick he was, then it'll at least get you some hot man ass."

"You are ridiculous, but I love you."

She sighed contentedly, "I know."

She looked at her watch and then gasped, "Crap! I was supposed to get home early to study. Carlisle is going to kill me."

"Relax Alice, I'll take you home."

Alice's other brother Edward had picked up her Porsche because it needed some interior work done. So she had no way to get home.

"Ugh, thanks Bells."

"No problem. You saved me."

"Why don't you stay for dinner?"

I gulped, "But…Emmett lives there."

She nodded, "Yeah, it'll be good to give him a taste of what's to come. Change into your black and red plaid mini-skirt, keep your Doc's on, and change into your red corset-top."

"Are you sure? Won't I look like a tramp? I've never met anyone in your family, except for you and Emmett."

"They'll love you. Hell maybe you can knock some sexuality into my prude of a brother Edward."

I laughed, "Isn't he dating Miss Virginity Denali?"

She groaned, "Yes. She plays the part of the frigid bitch. I'm pretty sure she's not 'Miss Virginity' though. I've got a feeling she's fucking someone."

"Ooh what a scandal."

She rolled her eyes, "Get dressed and let's go."

We got to her house in less than ten minutes. Heading up to the door we heard 'Crazy Bitch' by Buckcherry blasting. I was suddenly nervous.

Alice must have sensed that because she turned to me, "Don't worry everything is gonna go smoothly. Do you remember the plan?"

I nodded, "Yeah, make this shit hard for him and make him think that everything is all gravy between us."

"Damn straight. Let's get this party started."

She opened the door and told me to wait for her signal.

This was going to be an interesting night.