Please forgive for the delay. I was stuck writing this story while I had the other story(Baker's Dozen - check it out) in my head. But, that baby is out and Rockerward and Docella have my attention again. I do have a few things floating in my mind, but I hope I can keep them on the back burner until I am finished here. Enjoy...

OGCJM

I threw a glass of cold water on Rose, trying to bring her back. Her blonde hair was matted to her face and her glasses were spotted with water.

"As cool as she is to get these tickets, she really needs to work on not passing out. Not the way to impress a guy," Alice said, rolling her eyes.

"And now you see why I don't want to go."

"I highly doubt Rose's inability to function under excitement has anything to do with you not wanting to go." Alice shot me a look that told me she knew I was full of shit.

Rose batted her lashes, finally opening her eyes. "What happened?" She looked around the room, confusion showing on her face.

"You fainted at the thought of meeting Emmett. Might want to work on that before next week," Alice stated. She was trying not to laugh.

"Oh shit, did I really faint?" She patted her head, pulling the damp hair matted to her head out so she could look at it.

"Naw, I knocked you out," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

Rose glared at me, grabbing hold of her glasses and wiping them off on her shirt.

Rose stood back up, wobbling a bit. She looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall. She appraised her reflection, looking at her face closely. She turned and looked at me, slowly eyeing me up and down. I was still in the clothes I wore to the club the night before. I had changed out of my scrubs at the hospital. Rose then turned and looked at Alice. She was ready for bed in a comfy pair of sweats, but Alice was always the vision of perfection. She was what I used to be. What I strive to not be.

Rose then looked down at herself, taking in the clothes she was wearing, as she pulled at her shirt.

"I don't think I can meet these guys," Rose whispered. "Do you see me? Compared to the both of you, I'm not worthy of being in their presence."

Alice moved from her perch on the end of the couch. She walked over to Rose, a smile on her face.

"Now, Rose," Alice walked around her, "Bella always declines when I make such a suggestion, but I have a feeling you might be willing to accept this."

I chucked.

Alice glared at me, looking back at Rose. "If you would be willing, I would be willing to give you a makeover. We could get you all dolled up to meet Emmett."

"Really!" Rose shrieked.

"Of course." Alice took Rose's arm, leading her to the kitchen table. She sat her in a chair and walked around her, tapping at her chin.

I sat on the table, watching them, happy I never agreed to being made over by Alice. Not that I needed an Alice makeover. I knew how to dress to impress, I opted not to.

By the time Alice was done with Rose, they had a timeline set up; hair, nails, make up and a shopping trip for a new wardrobe.

God I was glad I never agreed to that.

OGCJM

The week flew by and no matter how much I didn't want to go, there I was standing between Rose and Alice waiting to get into the venue.

Q103 had a yearly event where they would headline a local band with potential. It was a sure fire way to get the band recognized by people outside of the community they were known in. Being part of this event as the main attraction was bound to get Only God Can Judge Me recognition.

"Is this top too tight?" Rose asked.

Alice shook her head. I did my best to ignore the question. Truth was, the top was too tight, the skirt was too short and the whole get up didn't scream 'Rose: Nerd Girl' one bit. It was rather disheartening to see her changed so drastically.

"I really wish you would have let me give you a makeover, too." Alice looked at me, a slight amount of distaste coming off her.

"First of all, no thank you. If I have to be here, I want to be comfortable. And second, they've all seen me before. Don't think it will matter what I have on at this point."

"Still, you might have competition now."

"Alice, I don't want him. I've told you this. Edward is not what I need in my life. Not now, not ever."

Alice huffed and if I wanted to stoop to that level, I would have huffed as well. God, this was so frustrating. In another time, another place, Edward would be exactly what I would want. Had it been years earlier, I would have attacked him as soon as he talked to me in the bar last week.

But I was no longer in that place. I was no longer that person. I couldn't allow myself to be that person.

We slowly moved our way through the line to get inside.

Once inside, the sound of all of the people was intense. It was a full blown concert. The stage was empty still, but the hype of the audience was extreme. There was a buzz in the air that was unmistakable to that of excitement. Clearly, Only God Can Judge Me had made a name for themselves.

At that moment, I prayed we would be able to hide in the crowd and I wouldn't be actually put face to face with Edward or any of his band mates.

"So, where are we sitting?" I asked, bouncing back and forth on my feet. I was nervous. I was never nervous, but something about being here, feeling exposed was getting to me.

"We're in the second row! We will be so damn close we will be able to see the sweat dripping down their faces." Rose's excitement was about to bubble out of her.

"Really?" The realization that we probably couldn't slide out unseen wasn't put past me. And now it was too late to run and hide.

"Yes! Isn't this amazing?" Rose screeched. Alice's excitement mirrored that of Rose's. I think they mistook my nauseating facial expression for that of excitement, because they didn't slow down.

Dragging me down the aisle to the front, they both giggled and talked about what they couldn't wait to do with the guys if given the opportunity.

I closed my eyes, trusting my friends to lead me in the right direction and not into anyone. With how much they were both wanting to meet the band up close and personal, I knew there would be no way for me to side out once this was done. Maybe I could suggest I'd pull the car up.

Alice dragged me to the second row, dropping me two seats in. It was easy to see right where we were to sit. It was reserved. VIP.

"Rose, I didn't expect…" My words trailed off.

"What? The awesome seats and all this! Well, the tickets were won, remember? They only gave away like ten tickets for the first and second row." She cocked her head to the side. Her hair hardly moved with all the product in it. "You didn't think everyone here was part of the meet and greet, did you?"

"Uh, well, I guess I really didn't know."

"Oh, Bella, if all of these people got to meet the band, they would be here forever." Alice giggled, plopping down in the chair and pulling her phone out. She was getting ready to take pictures, or video, or something equally weird.

I dropped myself into the chair, praying the seat next to me stayed vacant. Maybe I could lay down and get away unseen.

I tugged my hair out of the bun it was in, letting my brown locks cascade around my face. If all else failed, I could stay hidden behind my wall of hair.

Zoning out from all the noise and excitement around me, I couldn't help but think I was completely over analyzing all of this. Edward got to me. He got to me in a way no one had in a long time, but who was to say I got to him the same way. He was in a band. About to make it big and be famous. I was sure I was only a drunk chick from a bar to him. A week had passed. I was sure he had long forgotten me and had moved on.

Movement to my left caught my eye. A beautiful red head dropped down in the seat next to me. So much for laying and hiding. I looked at the woman through the wall of hair that was surrounding me. She was beautiful. Her red locks were short and spiky. She had a few visible tattoos peeking out from under her black tee shirt. She was oddly dressed more like me than my friends. She looked comfortable in this situation, not paying any notice to all of the people around her. She also didn't have the feeling of being hopped up from the energy in the room.

There was a tap to the mic on the stage and the room slowly grew quieter. People still laughed and carried on conversations, but for the most part, people were turning their direction to the stage.

"Are we all excited?" the guy at the mic asked.

The roar of the room caused me to cringe a bit.

"Well, I am DJ Black with Q103 and I'm happy you were all able to make it out tonight! I have the honor of introducing the act for this evening. They are a local band of four guys. They spotlighted some of their talent around town the last few months and I've had the privilege on many occasions to see them perform. Let me tell you, they will rock your night! Now, enough of me and let's get these guys out here! Please join with me as I welcome Only God Can Judge Me to the stage!"

The crowd whistled, cheered and clapped. My friends were yelling words of praise and love as the four men took the stage. The woman to my left looked less than interested. Seeing as I was sure she either willingly won the ticket or paid a decent amount for the ticket, it seemed a tad odd.

"You not excited to see the guys play?" she asked me, leaning in.

I guess she took notice that I didn't stand to show my excitement either. In fact, I didn't even acknowledge that the band was taking the stage. But neither did she. She was too focused on me.

"Uh, it's not that. This just isn't really my scene. What about you? You don't seem to be bouncing around either."

She chuckled a silent laugh. "I've heard it all before. I'm only here for moral support."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I'm fucking one of the band members. I'm Esme." She placed her hand to her chest, letting me know she was talking about herself.

In the background, I noticed the band had started to play. The silky, smooth voice that was Edward started to fill the space around me.

"I'm, uh, Bella."

"Nice to meet you."

Esme turned her face to the stage, looking at the guys while picking at her cuticles.

I looked to the stage. Edward was a sight I wish I could take back seeing. He was perfection wrapped up in a bad boy. A bad boy I knew would lead me down a narrow line bordering on destruction.

I let my eyes wander over his body. His hair was fanned over his forehead, cloaking him in his own world. His lips moved in sync with his fingers as he sang and strummed his guitar. He wore only a pair of faded, beat up jeans. They hung low on his hips, the elastic of his underwear poking out. I then looked to his exposed chest. He left arm was covered in a sleeve tattoo. At his shoulder, the tattoo went over his left peck and stopped just short of his nipple.

On the other arm, a tattoo I could hardly see from how he was working the guitar looked to be writing of some sort.

I moved my hair from my face, trying to see what it said, but still not able to.

"What ya' looking at, Bella? See something you like?"

When I looked to Esme, she winked at me. I sucked in a breath, realizing that she had told me she was with one of the guys in the band. Who's to say she wasn't with Edward? Was I scoping out her guy right in front of her?"

"Just, uh, just trying to see what the singer's tat says. The one on his right arm."

"Oh, Edward? It says only god can judge me. Of course. He's how they got the name for the band."

"Is he the one?" I couldn't help but ask. Curiosity was getting the best of me.

"The one I'm fucking? Naw. The keyboard player, Carlisle. That's my man." She looked to the stage, locking eyes with him before blowing a kiss.

"Got ya."

"Why? You interested in Eddy? I could set ya up, although I think he has his eye out for someone."

"Ah." I tried to be noncommittal. It was best for me that he was interested in someone that wasn't me. It would help to keep me away.

"Yeah, some girl he saw at a show or something. He's been hooked on her ever since they met. These are rockers. With how he's acting you would think he was a love struck teenager."

I looked back at Edward, not seeing how he could ever be love struck. Or even stuck on a girl like Esme was describing. He didn't seem the type, not that I knew much about him.

"Yeah, it's actually rather funny," she said after a few moments, breaking me from my lust induced stare.

"Huh?" I asked her, not really remembering what she had been talking about. Edward had my complete attention.

"The girl Eddy boy has the hots for. It's funny. He doesn't even know her name, but he's smitten. All the guys say he's fallen in love. He hasn't stopped with the love sick puppy songs this whole week. Driving all the guys crazy."

The song ended and the whole room cheered. Even Esme hopped up and screamed, giving the guys her complete support.

I tried to not allow myself to think about what Esme said. Surely Edward had met someone else since me. Right? There was no way he was love struck on me. The girl who was passed out drunk while he kept watch from the bedside.