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Bella's POV

Alice drove us back to my house first. I'd thought they were just dropping me off, but I guess Alice and Rosalie had other plans. Others plans that they didn't bother informing me about. I climbed out of the Porsche and opened the truck. I couldn't even find my bags.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to find your bags. Here." Rosalie handed me my bags and I sagged under the weight of them. Alice laughed. I walked up to the porch, as slowly as I could, and dropped the bags on the floor while I searched through my purse for my keys. Alice made a face.

"What?" I asked.

"Bella," she whined, "it was raining before. And the water will seep through the bags and ruin your clothes." I looked down; it had been raining and there were puddles on the porch.

"Oops..." I didn't move to pick up the bags. Rosalie stooped to pick them up and Alice glared at me. I finally unlocked the door and entered the house. Rosalie set all the bags down and just stood there.

"Thanks guys. I had fun today, even though I'm not a fan of shopping. I'll see you at school?" I questioned. Rosalie shook her head.

"We're staying."

"Why?"

"We need to teach you how to annihilate Edward Cullen." I gulped. Annihilate? That didn't sound so good...

"Um, let's not annihilate anyone..." I suggested.

"Come on Bella." Alice gripped my arm tightly, digging her nails in my flesh, and dragged me into the living room. She made me sit down on the couch. Rosalie looked through my movies - there was no doubt about which movie she was looking for. When she found it she popped in in the DVD player and sat down on the floor beside my knees. Any guess on what movie we were watching?

John Tucker Must Die. Huh.

And just as if we were watching a educational movie at school, Alice took out a pen and a pad of paper, ready to take notes. As the beginning credits began, Rosalie went ahead, as if she lived in the house, and found some microwave popcorn. She came back with to giant tubs of popcorn. She handed one to me and put on of the floor beside Alice.

"Now we're all set to watch the movie." declared Rosalie. I rolled my eyes.

"Shhh!" Alice whispered.

"Okay, okay Alice!" I muttered, settling in to watch the movie.

The movie was finished. I enjoyed it immensely, laughing almost the entire time. I quickly sobered up when Rosalie stood up.

"Let's get to work." Alice poked her lip thoughtfully.

"What should we do first?" she asked.

"Same as the movie." replied Rosalie.

"Oh Bella, I know! Okay, first step - make him notice you." I felt scared. Alice's plans were usually too grand and too extravagant for me.

"What do you have in mind? And as long as you don't make me try cheer leading, we're all good... and safe." I added.

"That's copyright, Bella. And we know you too well. You know we'd never have you try cheer leading; we'd be fearing for our lives." said Rosalie, looking serious as she tried not to crack a laugh.

"Very funny." I muttered, glaring at her.

"Plus Bella, I doubt that Edward hasn't watched this movie with his many girlfriends. We can't make our efforts too obvious." Alice said in her tinkling soprano. I scoffed.

"Bella..." Rosalie warned, glaring at me. I shrunk at her angry glare. She knew how against this idea I was. And I knew that she was going to make me go through with it. I sighed. This sucks.

"So as I was saying, the first step is to make him notice you."

"That's not hard. He's my lab partner. And plus my little outburst, and i can guarantee he noticed me."

"Well... That's a good start." encouraged Rosalie.

"But it's not enough." declared Alice. "I think our shopping trip will help. New clothes - that's bound to get some people's attention." Alice and her obsession with clothes.

"And Bella, you need to act more outgoing and flirt a bit. You know, like looking at him from under you eyelashes or smiling suggestively - if you know what I mean." added Rosalie, demonstrating herself.

"You know what?" chipped Alice, all excited over something unknown.

"What?" I asked, completely faking interest.

"We're going to have a sleepover!" squealed Alice, jumping up and down, clapping like a two year old.

"Where?" asked Rosalie.

"When?" I said.

"At my house. Now. I'm sure Esme and Carlisle won't mind." It wasn't if they minded; Alice's plans were just too sudden for them to mind anymore.

"But Alice..." I trailed off when she shot me a menacing glare.

"Fine." I huffed, sticking my tongue at her.

"Come on Bella! Let's go pack." said Alice, pulling me to the newly bought clothes. I didn't even do any packing. It was all Alice. And she didn't pack anything that I previously owned. Nothing at all. Everything was new.

"Hurry up Bella!" Alice kept rushing me. I wasn't in any hurry. I still wasn't sure if a sleepover was the best idea. Too much in one day. My emotions were still unstable, quite unstable.

"Alice, I'm not sure... It's a little too much for me, in one day. First shopping, then a movie and now a sleepover... I've never had so much at once." I grimaced at her disappointed expression.

"It's okay Bella. I was a little excited. Just ignore me. We could always have a sleepover next time." She tried to shrug it off nochalantly.

"You know what, I just had a change of heart. Let's do this."

"Thank you , thank you, thank you Bella!" screeched Alice, throwing her thins arms, too tightly, around my neck.

"Well, first, Alice, let's not choke me to death. I can't come over if I get choked to death." I muttered.

"Very funny Bella."

We arrived at Alice's house within fifteen minutes, due to Alice maniac driving. Rosalie had to stop by at her house to pick up some of her stuff; she took Alice's Porsche. By the time we reached Alice's house, my truck was wheezing.

"Alice I know you're in a hurry, but please, don't murder my only mode of transportation." She eyed my truck doubtfully.

'Bella, I wouldn't call this a mode of transportation. It's more like an accident waiting to happen." she said.

"Alice! Stop critizing my truck. I like it. It's got personality." I exclaimed.

'Yeah right." Alice rolled her eyes. I was just about to say something when Alice's Porsche pulled up and out stepped Rosalie.

"What are you still doing out here?" she asked.

"Alice can't get over the fact that my truck is a mode of transportation. She thinks it's an 'accident waiting to happen'." I quoted. Rosalie giggled and looked apoplogetic.

"I have to agree Bella."

"That's not fair. You both love fast sports cars." I muttered.

"We're going to leave the argument about Bella's truck for a later day. Right now we have some planning to do." announced Alice.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming." I said, pulling my overnight bag out from the trunk.

Let me just say: the entire lesson included how I sit, stand, walk, read, eat and just about every other movement I made, plus how I talk and what extra-curriculars I participated in. Man, I could barely understand how to walk 'sexily', as Alice called it, and now she tells me to do everything that way. As if that is ever going to happen.

"Alice," I complained, "I'm not getting any of this. And honestly I don't think that this will help. Edward will just notice the weird change in me and get suspicious."

"Fine," she huffed, "but at least let me fix your wardrobe."

"Fine." I was my turn to huff.


This was my time to try out my new skills. Alice finally agreed to tone down the flirting, leaving the basics - looking at him from under you eyelashes, smiling timidly. Easy and effective.

I had Biology, again. Alice and Rosalie walked me to class. I stood by the classroom door and turned to face them. I was sure I looked skeptical.

"Bella, you're going to be fine. Trust me." said Rosalie, looking me straight in the eye. I took a deep breath. Alice hugged me.

"Okay, here I go. Wish me luck."

"Good luck." chorused Alice and Rosalie.

"Thanks." I walked into the room aware of the designer clothes on me. Suddenly they felt a hundred pounds heavier. I could already hear the comments people made.

"That's such a cute shirt. I wonder how much it was."

"Why the sudden wardrobe change? I mean, her clothes before were just plain boring." Those were mostly comments made by girls. Obviously.

"I bet she wants some attention after all those years she mourned for her parents." I winced at that one. It struck close to home.

"Wow, who knew Bella Swan was hot? Under all her boring clothes." That was... surprising.

"Well, if she dressed that way for the rest of the year, she'll have plently of attention."

"Oh wow. I'd totally date her now." I wonder who made those comments? Obivously the male popluation of the class.

I hurried to my lab table quickly, keeping my head up, when all I wanted to do was look at me feet and run. I forced myself to walk slowly and giving my hips a light sway. I looked at Edward. He was staring, open-mouthed. Once I reached my desk, I pushed his chin up with the tip of my finger.

"You know, it's not polite to stare." I whispered in his ear. He looked shocked at my boldness. I smirked and looked at the front, looking at him from the corner of my eyes.

I don't know what caused me to do that, but Alice and Rosalie would definitely approve.

Edward's POV

I looked up when I heard the comments. At first I thought my classmates were talking about the new student, when I realized they were talking about Bella Swan, quiet, reserved Bella Swan.

That's when I really looked at her. She was wearing tight jeans, slightly frayed at the bottom, a deep green halter top with a tie-around neck and a thick edge. She looked undeniably hot. She looked classy and sexy and... elite. She looked as if she would fit in the the most elite of our school.

I was staring. And I knew it.

It felt... strange. I was used to being stared at. But not being the one staring. I wasn't used to it.

But I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She sat down beside me and I continued staring.

I couldn't stop.

She pushed my chin up with one finger and whispered seductively,

"You know, it's not polite to stare." I was shocked, for the lack of a better word. Bella smirked and looked up to the front of the class, looking at me once in a while from the corner of her eyes. Her large doe eyes, always full of expression, full of mischief.

Well, two can play that game.

I moved closer and closer to her during the class, until I was touching her. She pulled her arm back, brushing her finger delicately against my forearm. My breath hitched.

No.

I would not alow that. I had to be in control. I just had to be.

Bella's POV

As my fingers brushed against his arm, I was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. I smiled.

It was a dangerous game I was playing. I was playing with fire.

It was dangerous, but I would persist.

To take back what all those girls he's played with lost.

I would do justice for them.

They lost their pride as they threw themselve at him. Now he's going to lose his.

In this dangerous game that I wasn't planning on losing.

There would only be one winner and one loser.

Payback's a bitch.

And revenge is sweeter than you ever were.

So what do you think? I have to say, this was probably my favourite chapter of all that I've written. Please review. Thank you!!!!

As for this chapter's inspiration, I'm sure it's very obvious, bu for those who haven't heard the song - this chapter is based on Revenge is Sweeter by The Veronicas.

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