Against All Odds Chapter 2 - The Walk of the Bloodsucker & Outfit Fittings
Sorry that the last chapter was so short. I meant to post these two separate chapters as one. In this chapter, Jacob holds up his end of the deal by dressing up as a typical cheesy vampire seen in movies.
"Great, just great," I whispered to the mirror in front of me.
"Something wrong Jake?" Billy asked from the other side of the bathroom door.
"No," I replied casually. Emmett had brought me my costume this morning, and I hated it. The outfit consisted of a white dress shirt, black dress pants, reversible black and red cape with a ridiculously high collar, chunky plastic fangs, fake blood, and a bottle of thick hair gel. I looked like a typical, t-v vampire. Slowly, I opened the bathroom door and was greeted with a roomful of laughter.
"You look hilarious!" Billy laughed.
"I vaunt too suck your blood," I said slowly. My comment was answered with more laughter as I ran out of the house. "This sucks, Cullen!" I complained as I barged through the Cullen's front door twenty minutes later.
"You earned it, Count Muttula!" Emmett laughed.
"Well, I get to laugh at you all year!"
"It's okay, everyone's okay with this...I talked to them."
"Yeah right! Rosalie and Alice sure, but Bella and the guys...I'm guessing that they chased you and destroyed your dignity."
"Pretty much yeah! Bella...she punched me! I kind of figured that she would, but she didn't break any bones this time."
"No broken bones...really? This is new."
"Yah, I know. Now don't change the subject. I'll have my eye on you all day, so don't try to end this task early! Now, move it!" I sulked out of the house and slowly made my way to the main street of Forks. With each step I took the street filled with laughter & comments. Over and over again I had to repeat the most stupid phrase that I had ever said in my entire life. Over and over again, I said I vaunt to suck your blood! Every once and a while I caught a glimpse of Emmett and Rosalie, but I figured that they would be snapping pictures anyway. My life totally sucks.
Bella's POV
"I don't want to go get fitted for a midriff revealing, boy magnet, cheerleader outfit. And I do not want Edward to wear a v-neck sweater, spandex whatever!" I whined as Alice pulled me to Edward's Volvo & shoved me inside.
"It's not really a fitting! It's...think of it as trying on clothes. In fact, you just have to try on a few
of the cheerleading outfits that coach Davidson has, pick the one that fits you the best, and we will pay for the outfit. Besides, I have to get one too."
"But you don't mind Alice! You are the type of person who doesn't mind wearing that sort of thing! You are girly! You are extremely girly! I on the other hand...I am NOT girly! You know just as well as anyone else that I AM NOT GIRLY!"
"You can be girly when you want to be Bella!"
"Un, Huh...sure I can."
"Just buckle up so we can go already!" Alice growled. I continued to grump as I buckled up my seatbelt and then glared evilly at Alice. I couldn't think of anything that bugged me more than Alice at the moment. Alice drove slower than usual for my sake, but it still only took about five minutes to get to coach Davidson's house. I didn't want to get out of the car, but in less than a second Alice had unbuckled her seatbelt and opened my car door. "It will be fine," Alice comforted.
"Alice, Bella!" Mrs. Davidson said as her front door flew open. "I have some sizes ready for you to try on! Come on in & get comfortable!" Alice literally dragged me into the house & I spotted five or six of the bodily betraying outfits lying on a couch across the room. "Bella, Alice, you can try on the outfits in that bedroom," Mrs. Davidson pointed to a door next to the couch.
"Great," Alice smiled.
"You know girls," Mrs Davidson confessed, "I never would have thought that the entire Cullen family and you Miss. Swan would join my cheerleading squad."
"Neither did we," I murmured.
"Bella be nice," Alice warned me behind the coach's back. Slowly, Alice dragged me towards the couch & grabbed two of the outfits. The tops were two shouldered, one a two inch strap (purple) & the other, a spaghetti strap (gold). The tops were clearly designed to go only just past the bust region, showing an extremely large portion of midriff. The part that covered the bust region was purple with the letters FHS in thick gold lettering. The skirts were extremely short & pleated, with a pair of short-shorts attached to the inside. It was purple with double gold stripes running down the sides of the skirt & FHS in tiny letters sewn onto the bottom of the skirt.
"Alice," I whined, "look at the uniforms. They barely cover the bust...and look at that itsy bitsy skirt! No way, I am out of here!" I attempted to escape, but Alice dragged both me and the outfits into the bedroom and locked the door behind us.