BPOV

It was the night of the party. I drove up to the Cullen residence and saw Emmet's jeep and Rosalie's convertible. The house had been transformed into a wonderland. Alice went overboard and decorated everything with sparkly lights and streamers. There was a DJ and music was already blaring from inside. All the gang was here. I was early, and thanks to my fashionable Aunt Bonnie's habit for giving me 'trendy' clothes, I had a decent outfit. Especially for the party, I wore a jean miniskirt which barely covered my butt. I could at least walk in it and guess who picked it out- Alice! Anyway, with it I wore a low cut, three quarter sleeved, sequined blue top that gave me actually some sort of non-existent cleavage. Alice was trying to get me into heels but I disagreed and went with my 'special occasion' wedges which were the only high heeled shoes in my closet that were tolerable. I didn't put much makeup on, I didn't think I needed it. I let my long, mahogany hair loose and it fell down my back naturally unlike someone (*cough* Jessica Stanley *cough*) who wears extensions. I knocked on the door and Alice answered.

"OMG BELLA YOU LOOK BEE-YOU-TIFUL!" she squealed.

"I'm guessing Bella's here then?" Emmet said laughing, emerging from the kitchen. I entered the kitchen, seeing Jasper and Rosalie making there familiar greetings. I suppose Edwards in his room….

About a half an hour later, the house was full with people. Carlisle and Esme were out of town, so now I understand why she threw the party. I went to the table and got a diet coke. The music started and people were dancing all over the place. I walked over to corner table were a set of stools were arranged. Angela was sitting, sipping her diet Coke. I smiled and we said out greetings. I put my drink down, going to dance with a young boy- Max who asked me to dance. I saw Alice and Jasper swaying from side to side and Rosalie chatting with Emmet. What I didn't see was that Mike Newton slipped away towards my drink and spiked it…

EPOV

The party had started and I was fussing on what to wear, knowing that Bella was downstairs. I decided on a green button down and black jeans. I walked downstairs and saw her. She was sipping her diet coke, talking to Rosalie. My eyes roamed her body and my mouth dropped to the floor. She had on a tight jean mini skirt that was so tight if she bent over, she would probably flash the party. She had on a sequined top that was blue but covered her skin- good for the boys, bad for me. It showed some of her cleavage and the boys were already drooling over her. Good Lord, does she realize what she does to us? She had on wedges, and I would not be surprised if she tripped and fell. I walked downstairs, and walked towards her, the music beating in my eardrums, when Jessica and Lauren approached.

"Hey Eddie" they said. I scrunched up my nose. Eddie? Now I absolutely hated that name.

"Sorry girls, I've got to go." I explained and made my way over to Bella. I stopped in my tracks when a rap song came on and Mike asked her to dance. They got to the floor and started grinding. I mean knowing Bella, I'm surprised she didn't throw her Diet Coke on him. To my complete surprise, she started grinding harder, heck they were getting really dirty and getting very low. Mike seemed to enjoy this as Bella continued to do- uh naughty things. Then to top it off, she kissed him, no made out with him. The song ended and I headed to Angela.

"Angie, what did Bella drink?"

"Just a diet coke!" she said, defending her friend. Someone spiked her drink…. Oh no. Mike.

Suddenly, Bella came up to me.

"Heyy , Edward…" she slurred.

"Hi" I said meekly. She was merely about two inches away from me.

"You wanna dance?" she said. I nodded and we headed to the dance floor. Another rap song. Oh no. I was ready to back out, I knew it would make her feel uncomfortable but again I was shocked. She started grinding me! At first, she swayed her hips side to side, but then she started grinding harder, and soon we were doing the same thing as she had done to Mike, except maybe even dirtier. She put my hands on her waist and I had to bite my knuckled not to moan as we moved in rhythm. I let a soft moan escape and she took that as encouragement and grinded more. The song ended and we pulled apart. She was about to kiss me. Only half an inch apart. Remember, be a gentlemen. Hell, a gentlemen doesn't go to a wild party and start grinding her drunk, spiked ex-best friend who he is secretly in love with. Wow this was jacked.

"Bella…" I moaned. She had her hands under my shirt. "No." I pulled away and she looked shocked. I would not take advantage of her, not now, not ever. I was a good friend. All of a sudden, she was exhausted and collapsed. Alice came up to me horrified.

"What the hell were you doing with Bella on the dance floor?" she asked.

"Dancing… but that's not the point. I'm taking her to my room." I said.

"I don't want to have a manwhore as a brother! Don't do it yet! You are only seventeen!" she lectured.

"Alice, I'm putting her to bed. I'm sleeping on the couch. Trust. Me." I said. She saw the softness in my eyes and agreed. I carried her upstairs, bridal style and tucked her in. I crashed the couch and fell asleep, dreaming sweet dreams about Bella. I knew right then I loved Bella, even if she was drunk.