BPOV

I had been sitting here for two hours, twenty two minutes, and thirteen seconds. Exactly. During which, they put goop in my hair—that would "make my natural curls come out", poked and prodded my face with multiple brushes, and lathered makeup onto my face.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry," Alice said, not looking sorry at all, "That stray eyebrow hair was making me upset. You look much better now." She smiled sweetly.

I scowled.

"Don't do that, Bella! You'll ruin your makeup!" Rose scolded me. I relaxed my face, but not before shooting Rose a death glare.

"Are we almost done? I've been here forever. Don't you guys have to get ready?" I asked, trying to get a way out of this torture. They giggled at me. "What?" I was getting pretty annoyed.

"Silly, girl, it doesn't take us as long. We just love getting the chance to make you over," Alice said. She brushed my hair with finality and announced, "Voila! You are complete. Now, go put on that outfit over there and meet us in the living room." She pointed to some clothes lying on the bed.

The two exited and I made my way over to the bed. I stared at the outfit in horror.

"Alice! Rose! Where's the rest of the outfit?" I exclaimed. I held up a shirt, looking for the pants that went to it.

"It's on the bed, Bella," Alice replied simply from the living room.

"No, it isn't. Where's the bottom…" I trailed off. "Nuh-uh! No way, Alice, no way in hell am I going to wear this tiny piece of fabric. No. I will wear sweats if you don't give me a new outfit," I threatened. There was no way I wanted my ass to be hanging out in front of people I didn't even know.

"Gosh, you're such a baby." Alice stomped into my room towards my dresser. She ripped at the handle.

"Try not to break that, Alice," I pointed out. She glared at me and continued to ransack the drawer. She threw a pair of black tights at me, gave me one more death glare and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

I rolled my eyes at Alice's dramatics. She should have known better than to put me in an outfit like that. Now that I had the final part to my outfit, I put it on. I took a deep breath and headed over to my mirror.

I gasped. The girl in the mirror had on a low cut black dress—that would have been way too short on its own—with a brown belt on my waist. Underneath the dress was a purple tank top that made her tan really stand out. Her hair flowed past her shoulders and her eyes looked even wider than before.

"Told you so," Alice smirked, breaking me out of my trance. I smiled.

"Okay, I'll admit it, you guys have a talent. Who ever thought that I could be this pretty?"

"Bella, when are you going to see yourself clearly? You're already gorgeous without our help." Rose stated, as if I was lacking brain power. I scoffed. Rose was wearing a v-neck white dress that had a black and white patterned band on the waist and was lined with the same black and white patterned on the v-neck. Alice was wearing a simple strapless blue dress that looked like it was pinned on one side. It brought out her eyes. There was no way I could compete with them.

"Whatever," I said, brushing off their comments, "Let's get this over with." I tried to force a smile, but I was pretty sure it just looked like a grimace.

"Wow, Bella, try not to be too excited." Rose said, sarcastically. "Don't kill my buzz tonight." I looked at her as if to say, Who? Me? She rolled her eyes and walked out the door.

"Alice? Ready to go?" I asked, looked around for her. She was standing by the dresser, totally zoned out. I walked over to her and waved my hand in front of her face. "Hel-loo? Alice, come on. Now is not the time." I snapped my fingers, and she jerked back as if I had hit her.

"Something big is going to happen tonight," She said worriedly.

I looked at her, confused. Something big was going to happen tonight? What was she talking about? "Alice, what are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" She giggled and skipped to the door, "Let's go party!"

I gazed after Alice, pondering what she had said. Sometimes she did say things that turned out to come true, but I always categorized it as a lucky guess. Hopefully she would be wrong tonight. Alice popped her head around the door frame and motioned for me to come. Next time I would say no. .I sighed and headed out the door, wishing I wasn't such a pushover.

I had been here for three minutes and forty seven seconds and I already wanted to leave. When I had first arrived, I noticed that the music was very loud, which meant dancing and numerous drinks being passed around. I felt nauseous just thinking about it.

"Bella! Come on over! I found us some drinks!" Rose pushed her way to me and handed me a red cup. I sniffed the contents and decided it was safe enough to take a sip out of. "Atta girl!" Rose exclaimed, obvious proud of me for some odd reason. It wasn't like I didn't drink.

I took another sip and gazed around the room at my surroundings. It was clear that whoever owned this house at a copious amount of money. The room was huge, with enormous glass windows that had dark drapes surrounding its top edge, giving the whole house a kind of dark and mysterious feel. I wondered who lived in the house.

I wandered the room, occasionally chatting with someone I knew, or meeting someone I didn't know. I always tried to keep track of who was who and what was going on in their life. It could come in handy if they ever arrived on my desk as an assignment.

"I think I have never been more bored," I muttered to Alice as I passed her on my way to the kitchen. I was almost certain it was empty and I could escape the crowd for awhile.

"Oh my god! Bella! Is that totally you?" A blonde girl stumbled her way over to me. I scoffed when I saw who it was. Lauren was such a wannabe and I would bet my next paycheck she's trying to get in with the rich and famous. I hadn't realized that I was at her house. That girl never knew when to quit.

"It is you! It's been forever!" She slurred, grabbing onto me. I tried to brush her on, but she had a firm grip on my arm.

"It has been," I agreed, trying to get her hand off my arm.

"Oh my god, I know! You still work at that magazine, right?"

I nodded and tugged at my arm a little harder.

"We should get together sometime! I bet you have tons of connections!" She gushed.

I couldn't believe this girl. She kept her grip firm on me and each time I tugged my arm a little harder. Finally, I tugged hard enough and ended up smacking some guy's drink out of his hand, right onto his shirt.

"Oh, shit!" I rushed over with some napkins and attempted to blot away the extra liquor. It was pretty pointless to try.

The guy chuckled, and it sounded slightly familiar. Could it be…? I looked up, way up.

"No, way. No, way! Isabella Swan, gossip extraordinaire. Write any lies lately?" The guy laughed.

"Sleep with anymore women who aren't your current girlfriend?" I said evenly.

Ah! Okay, I know it's short but I'm kinda stuck. I want your input.

Who should the guy be?

Emmett or Jacob?

I have really good ideas for either one, but I can't decide.

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