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Enjoy the second Chapter :)
Marg'.

Has been re-edited on July 19th 2010.

Chapter Two

"So," Alice began. "We are throwing a party tonight, with a couple of friends. Our place, care to join?" she asked, directly at me.
I thought about it. Charlie had a late shift, and wouldn't be home until past midnight.
Besides, I was only a couple of months away from being eighteen, which meant I could take care of myself.

"Okay, sounds like fun," I bluffed. I'd never been to that kind of party. And by the way, who were their friends? The kids from school? Definitely not, I thought.
"But, make sure you wear something nice and dressy." She continued.
"It's not a party like the ones Mallory throws when her parents go out of town. There will be no drunken hook-ups happening." Emmett laughed at Rose's sentence.
"It's a classy event. Formal, to say it in one word, and there will be dinner too so, don't eat at home." Alice informed.

I nodded, and thought about all this information. These were really special people.
"You are in my French class, right?" Alice asked me, as the bell had just rung.
"I think I am, why?"
"Well, make sure you're sitting next to me this time, we need to discuss something… rather important." She told me with a hint of mystery in her high pitched voice.

My first period was math; I hated that subject with passion. But, I endured it, as always and was more than glad when the bell announced the end of that torturous hour. Then, I had French. Alice Cullen, I thought. I've been given the same stares and glares that I always got plus a few, and I felt a little proud. Now, I could finally be myself, without even caring about what others might think of me.

I walked in the general direction of the classroom, and I saw that Alice was already there. She was already awaiting my arrival in her chair in the back row.
"Isabella," she greeted me in a warm voice, and as I was a few steps away from her she closed the distance between us and pulled me into a warm hug.
I noticed that Alice seemed taller than she usually was. But then, I looked down at her. Staring at the gorgeous shoes she was wearing, with the monstrous heels. They were beautiful, shiny black high heeled shoes.

Alice caught me staring at her shoes, "Oh, do you like them? I made a few changes on them," she said proudly, as we both looked down at her feet.
"What do you mean? A few changes?" I asked, interested as we went to sit down on our places. The classroom was still deserted, since the bell only rang about ten seconds ago. And apparently anybody who is anyone around here is always late to class.
"Well, Jasper got me these beauties a couple of days ago. He noticed me staring at them in the advertisement.
And then, I just needed to give them my own special touch. See?" She asked me, as she proudly showed her little foot once again.
As I looked more concentrated, and closer to the shoe, I could see it sparkled a bit. There were also a few studs on them. It gave them a total rock and roll attitude.

"They're very pretty, Alice," I said, and she beamed with pride and happiness. When she had put down her foot, I noticed the blood red sole. Louboutins… really?
"Thank you, but… What I wanted to talk to you about was actually your outfit for tonight."
I nodded, a sign that she could continue.
"Well, we like to keep it a little… simple, you know. No outrageous outfits if you understand. So, it's always with a theme.
Tonight's theme is black and red." She smiled brightly, and I saw Miss Laporte had entered the room.

She actually was a French woman; she'd lived in Paris until she was twenty-two and fell in love with an American.
"Bonjours, mes chéries", she greeted us, friendly as ever.
"Bonjour Madame," Alice and I said.
We were both very strong in French, and Miss Laporte liked us. She sat down on her desk, patiently awaiting the other students. Alice went on.
"So, I would love to take you out on a shopping trip." She said.

I thought about that for a second, but I couldn't remember buying a dress. Ever. So, I agreed on her idea, and she smiled like a five-year-old did on Christmas Morning. We agreed to meet up in the school's parking lot after school. She'd follow me in her car and from there I would ride with her.

After a few more minutes, the students were all in their chairs and listening to Édith Piaf's beautiful voice as she sang 'La Vie en Rose'. We all knew it, every time Miss Laporte let us listen to one of her favorite French singers, that something was coming.
An essay was what was coming. It was a piece of cake; my grandmother had been feeding me French music, along with Italian. That essay wouldn't take that much effort to complete.
"Now please, mes enfants," Miss Laporte said with her heavy French accent. "Remember, nous allons voir 'Les Miserables' demain. "

Well, that would be a nice, easy lesson. I thought as Alice and I shared a glance. With 'La Vie En Rose' stuck in my head, Alice and I walked to our next class, which happened to be the same, PE. To say I loved PE was a lie. But I didn't hate it either. It was more like a love-hate relationship.

Alice and I were already in the locker room, when Rosalie entered. Apparently, she also shared a class with me. I never really paid attention whether I share a class with one of them. But now, I just do.
Must be because I'm sort of approved by them now, and sit by them at lunch.

"Hi Isabella, Alice. Have a good time in French?" she asked us politely, as she zipped open her bag and unfolded her dark grey T-shirt with the emblem of the school printed on.
"Yes actually, we listened to Édith Piaf, and then Miss Laporte told us some stories from her life in Paris."
It was like it really interested Rosalie whether we had a good time or not. And apparently she also know Alice's schedule by heart. Close family. Very close family.

"And how was Biology?" Alice asked Rosalie as she pulled of her high heels. That's why I remembered her being shorter. Gym.
While we were undressing, and re-dressing ourselves, I noticed that Rosalie had some kind of tape on the spot a bit lower than her shoulder. She caught me looking, and smiled widely.

"It's my tattoo, I can take off the tape today but I'm saving it for tonight at the party," She said, still smiling.
"Wow, a tattoo?" I said in disbelief. I thought that was against the school rules… But then again, people say you can't swear either.
"Yeah, I went with her, and I want one too," Alice said with a dreamily expression on her pixie-like face.
"Then why don't you?" I asked with a matter of fact tone.
"Carlisle won't let her. She's too young according to him", Rosalie answered and Alice snorted.
"I'm only a year younger than you," Rosalie laughed at Alice's statement.
"You know dad's principles, it was hard enough for him to allow me to get one," She shrugged and pulled the tee over her head.

I pulled my long wavy hair into a low ponytail and we both waited for Alice to finish. The other girls didn't come too close to us; we had a lot of personal space, while the bubbly times, such as Jessica Stanley and Angela Weber almost stuck to each other. I could care less.

Alice finally announced that she was ready, pulling up her high baseball stockings in the process. I found that Alice really had an awesome clothing style, but I'm afraid I would too much of a pussy to actually ever wear some of the things she did.

She was an immediate eye catcher, and when she walked into a room, all attention was on her.
And that would be a total disaster for me, the one who fell over everything that you could possibly trip over. Nope, I would just keep it simple.
When we entered the gym, Coach Derall was clearly waiting on the last ones… That was us.

His eyes grew big as he took in Rosalie's newest purchase: a really, really, short pair of black athletic shorts with black and grey baseball stockings. He was so incredibly gross… Rosalie also noticed that and made a face.
"Dirty old man," Alice muttered under her breath as we walked towards the bleachers.

Today was soccer day. Yay! Of course, most of the guys loved today's subject. But I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that we actually need something like Gym, at school. If they want us to be healthy, happy teenagers, than why don't they make sure they have a delicious, fresh and tasty salad-bar or something?

I shook my head as Trevor Michaels, also in our PE class, was constantly checking out Rosalie's and Alice's butt. Man, was I glad I was wearing some black Adidas sweats –full length. Coach made us play in teams of five; of course Alice immediately drug me with her, to join her and Rosalie's team. So there were three of us…

Then, I saw them looking around the gym, searching someone to be the final two of the 'Cullen-team'. In the end, they picked Samuel Yorks and Mike Newton –two of the most successful jocks of our school. Of course, I thought. We ended up winning, since we had jocks and two of the most beautiful girls here at school on the team. The guys got easily distracted as Rosalie darted along, swaying her hips out of habit so that made it easier for Mike and Yorks to put their talents on the field to use.

I clearly remember that I almost couldn't hold back my laughter as I saw Hunter Jenkins jog into a pole after he'd been staring at Alice, as she'd bent over to pull up her high socks.
Men…
"We won," Rosalie said enthusiastic, giving me a high-five and a genuine smile that could light up the darkest sky.
"Sure we did," Samuel said, looking directly at Rosalie.

"So, Swan girl, I didn't know you were friends with the Cullen-babes," he told me, as Rosalie and Alice were already heading towards the dressing room.
"Well, we do get along just fine. Care to explain the sudden interest to talk to me?" I said, a hint of rudeness echoing in my voice.
"Just informing… So, what I wanted to ask you. Care to go out on Saturday?" He asked, as casually as someone would order a coffee at Starbucks.
But in this case, it wasn't ordering a latte-macchiato. No, it was in fact… A date, with me.

Confusion overflowed my brain, and I didn't even know why I gave him the answer he wanted to hear.
"Sure, why not," I tried to say casually, but not even close to his attitude when he'd asked me.
"Cool, let you know the details babe, see ya." He jogged over to the guys' locker room and than I was alone again… and very, very confused.

Alice was still not fully dressed, and I could see the irritation weeping in Rosalie's eyes.
"So, Isabella. What's the coziness with Yorks?" She asked me, as she retied her shoes again.
"Don't really know. He's like asked me out… Sorta," I said, still dazed with confusion.

"He asked you out?" Disbelief made it's entrée in Rosalie's voice.
"Yeah, don't ask my why though." I told her as I re-dressed myself.
"Well, Isabella…" Alice started, gaining the attention of both Rosalie and myself.

"You do look really nice with that pair of sweats. Which, normally, I would totally disapprove of. But they seem to suit you very well, and accentuate your slender figure," She said like a professional.
So, the pants, right? That's why he was looking at me the whole match. I muttered a silent 'fuck' under my breath, and quickly stuffed my gym clothes into my bag.

"Ready to go?" Alice asked me, as again, she smelled like fresh freesia's.
"Sure… I guess," I was uncertain. Of course I was uncertain. I barely knew Alice Cullen, and yet, she was planning on taking me shopping… Well, the world around you can surely change a lot in one afternoon, I said to myself.
"You can leave with the guys, Rose, I'm taking Bella shopping for the party," Alice told Rosalie, who was clearly looking for something or, in this case, someone.

She answered with a weak 'uh huh', and then walked over to the wall of muscles a few yards away. Emmett. Then, as they were standing there, Emmett whispered something in Rosalie's ear, causing her to flash that brilliant smile again. After that, he used his hand to tilt her head and they shared the most intimate kiss I've ever seen. It felt way too intimate to look at, and I heard Alice giggle beside me.
"Get used to it, Isabella, you're with the Cullen's now." I laughed a bit, so did Alice and then we walked over to the parking lot.

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A/N
For the readers who love DocWard, you should really check out 'BULLETPROOF', by LexingtonRose.
I really like the story and writing style of it.
As you probably can see, I fixed the one line paragraphs as much as I could.
Also, thank you to BELL1, who reminded me of that again ;)

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