How To Become A Girl

Chapter Two

So, classes started about a couple of days ago. It's been fun, thank God! I mean all the school stuff, I can put through. Plus, it's only been two days. I can wait up to until two months before I really complain. Jasper and Emmett has been keeping me company. Thanks also to Jasper's mansion, I can swim, run, walk and whatever else around here. Emmett pulls me in the pool every morning at 5 am. Jasper's been helping me out hone my guitar skills. Emmett takes me running during the afternoon. And the three of us plays football or video games just right before dusk. My father, on the other hand, calls me every night just to check up how I've been. I mean it's been only four days but it seemed like it's been forever. I really do miss him.

Jasper has also been looking for...what was her name again? Oh. Right. Alice, was it? I thought so. Yeah. He's been looking for her. He went back to the restaurant the next day but apparently, it was already Alice's last day the night we were there. He was a little sad at first...but he distracted himself and he's back to normal. And, also, we didn't expect Jasper to be so famous around here. He's, like, elite, I think. And Emmett's taking advantage of that.

And so here we are again, stuck in his big mansion with almost nothing to do. Emmett and I were playing scrabble while Jasper was talking on the phone.

"No, mom. I am not holding some high-end party here. My friends are here living with me, remember?" He said.

Most probably to his mom.

"We don't feel like loners." He had a flat tone voice that obviously showed disinterest. "Mom, no...No...Don't come here...Mom...Fine. I'll hold a party. On Friday. Happy now?" He almost half-whined.

"Mom, I don't know anybody from around here. I don't need to raise my social status or whatever! I can make friends on my own!"

We watched him in amazement as he quarreled on the phone...with his parents.

"Not you, too, dad." He was pleading. "Fine! Come over, then. There won't be any party...I don't know with you, dad. Mom started it. If you hadn't forced me to host a party I wouldn't be so mad at you."

"You know what, I don't care anymore. Call anybody, arrange a party, do whatever you want. I don't care!" He finally hang up now and joined us on the couch.

"Wow. That was...rough." Emmett commented.

I smacked his arm. I'm pretty sure it didn't even do anything. His muscles are like really too much, you know?

Well, I've learned that arguing with a parent wasn't an easy thing. Happened to me, a lot. What more if there were two of them against you.

"They're coming over here to arrange a party for me on Friday night. I don't even need it." He fumbled with the Scrabble letters in the green pouch.

Emmett was holding back a laugh.

I sighed. Of course, Emmett will always be Emmett.

"It'll be cool. You might meet pixie again." Emmett patted Jazz' back.

Jasper's face lit up at the sudden realization. "Well, if my parents wanted party then let's give them a party. Invite everyone you can invite." His face changed suddenly to something that screamed vengeance.

Well, I wasn't really going to invite anybody. I haven't even made friends. It's like I'm invisible in this place. Do you think they'd mind if I invited my imaginary friend?

Okay, so I obviously had problems now. How in the world do I tell Emmett and Jasper that I haven't made any friends in the past few days? Like, okay. Loser much? And I know that it's not me to worry about this and stuff but since Jasper is officially elite and his parents are coming over...what in the world am I going to wear? I mean I haven't worn a skirt or a dress in like years. I'm mostly comfortable in jeans, a shirt and a hoodie.

I guess, I'll just have to come up with an excuse to skip the party. But could I really? Well, obviously, with the chicken that I am, no. I can't run. I'll just have to wear my jeans, then, and my shirt.

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Should I run after class? Maybe I should give it a try.

I quickly packed all my stuff as I rose from my seat when Professor Reed announced dismissal.

"Um, Miss Swan? Isabella Swan? I'd like to talk to you now." He also said as everybody shuffled out of the classroom.

"Is there something wrong, professor?" I asked, half-nervous. I really had to run now.

"Actually, Miss Swan, there is nothing wrong. The Dean just mentioned you to me and he wanted me to check up on you every once in a while. How are you? Are you liking Dartmouth so far?" He explained.

"I'm good, I'm good. Dartmouth is just fun. Um, professor? Is there anything else? I really have to go now." I told him.

"No. Nothing else. Just go." He smiled warmly at me.

I smiled back and ran out of the room. I was running really fast and I was worrying that I'd trip or something but, none the less, I still ran until I bumped into something. No somebody.

"Ow." She rubbed her head.

"I am so sorry. Are you okay?" I asked her, full with worry, eyes wide.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She said in a little voice.

She smoothed out her black hair and stood up straight. She was barely meeting my height even with high heels. And I swear she looked so familiar. Where had I seen her? Hmm...black hair, tiny, pale and electric blue eyes. That reminds me of...a pixie. Wait? Pixie?! As in Jasper's pixie? What was her name again?

I looked at her from head to toe as she smoothed out her short black skirt and red polo.

Yep. Definitely pixie.

Then she looked at me. "Hey. You seem oddly familiar. Have we met before?"

She seemed to look at me with...disgust?

"Yeah. Um. I think we've met before at some restaurant you work at." I told her.

Oh. Jasper will not believe this!

"Oh yeah. You were the girl with the the blonde guy and the other big guy." She snapped her fingers in realization.

She actually almost recognized Jasper. He is not going to believe this!

"Well, I didn't know you study here as well." I smiled.

"Yeah. Do your friends study here, too?" She asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"That's good." She smiled, "Well, anyway, I have to go. Nice bumping into you. I'll see you around." She walked past me.

Jasper's going to love what I'm going to do!

"Wait!" I called out.

She turned around to face me again. She looked so happy.

"Um, P--Alice. Um, are you busy tonight?" I asked her. I can't believe I almost called her pixie! Must be all the excitement!

She skipped back to me. "Hmmm." She tapped her chin. "No. Not really."

"Well, there will be a party tonight at my friend's place. Would you like to come over?" I invited her.

"Can I bring somebody along? And I didn't get your name." She asked.

"I'm Bella. Sure. You can bring somebody along." I grinned. I just hoped it wouldn't be a guy. That would disappoint Jasper so much. Unless they're related or something.

"Okay! I'll meet you at Starbucks in an hour or two. It's near the restaurant. Bye, Bella!" She jumped and skipped away.

I guess it's my turn to run. Not to run away. Just run because Jazz and Em might be wondering where I am now. I met them by the gate and Emmett was too excited, I think.

"Em! This is a revenge party, remember? Elite parties are normally formal parties. This party is a college party." Jasper reminded him.

"But still. It's a party. Lots of fun!" Emmett sat back. "So, Bella, who did you invite?"

"You know, just a couple of people." I didn't really want to tell them that pixie and co. will be joining us later.

"Are they girls?" Emmett questioned.

"Yes, they are girls, Emmett." I told him.

"You know, sometimes, I forget that you are one." He ruffled my hair which was all over the place in a pony tail.

"I always get that." I said in a flat tone.

We arrived at the JW palace a bit earlier than usual. Everything was almost set up. Jasper and some dudes finished with all the last touches and stuff. Emmett roamed around the place checking out the stuff, especially the pool. I think he's planning on dumping people in there later. Anyways, I went up and took a bath. Refreshed for later. Besides I only have...45 minutes?! left before I meet up Alice.

I rushed down as soon as I finished and approached Jasper.

"Hey, Jazz! I'm going to go. I'll be back in an hour or so." I ran out to the streets to hail a cab.

It took me about 15 minutes to get there. I searched for Alice but she wasn't anywhere here, so, I ordered Mocha Frappe just to keep me company during the wait. Exactly 30 minutes after, a hyped up pixie looking and some blonde chic entered the cafe. As soon as Alice saw me, she plopped down on the seat across me and her friend, who was so familiar by the way, sat between me and Alice.

"Bella!" Alice was almost like Emmett. "This is Rosalie." She pointed at her friend.

Rosalie? Now where did I hear that name...Rosalie, Rosalie, Rosalie...Wait. Rosalie Hale?! As in the actress Rosalie Hale?!

"Rosalie Hale?" I turned to the blonde. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever met. She had icy blue eyes. Almost like Alice's and her curly blonde hair cascaded naturally down her back. Her slim figure is sure to knock guys. And her smile is so Hollywood.

"Yes. But please...I just really wanted a calm college life." She looked at me, pleading.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded.

Alice stood to order coffee and hot chocolate for her and Rosalie. We, me and Ms. Actress, both watched her in amazement. Her energy was just really too much.

"Surprising, no? How such a small person have that much energy in her." Rosalie chuckled.

"Yeah."

"I feel overdressed." She muttered.

"What?" I looked at what she was wearing. Skinny jeans, white blouse and shoes that could kill. I mean, seriously?! The fact that she could walk in them amazes me.

"No, no. That's fine." I waved my hand and smiled at her.

"It's just that Alice is taking up Fashion Designing and she doesn't want me dressing up lamely." She shook her head. "She's also so rich and famous here, you know? And yet really grounded. She's been helping me dodge all the papparazzis around."

Alice, rich and famous? Looks like Jasper's perfect match!

I chuckled. "I see that. She's very...fashionable, herself."

Then she skipped back with two paper cups of hot drink.

"I heard my name. What's up?" She plopped back on her seat and gave Rosalie her coffee.

I was kind of scared that the hot chocolate might increase her energy levels.

"Rosalie was just telling me about you. Fashion Designing. Rich. Famous. Grounded. Good Friend." I smiled at her as I enumerated her distinct traits.

"But really, Rosalie's much better than me. She's taking Fine Arts. She's a very good painter. Very beautiful, both in and out, and I can't be more proud that she's wearing my designs!" She exclaimed.

"That's great." I nodded. "It's really nice to know that you've taken a different path than just acting."

"Yeah. Thanks. What about you?" Rosalie grinned.

What about me? Oh? Me? They actually want to know about me? Well...

"I'm not really anything special. I'm taking Interior Designing. Maybe that's why we're in the same building." I smiled.

"Cool! I know some great interior designers around here. Maybe we could hang out in school." Alice said enthusiastically.

"Definitely." I smiled warmly. I pulled up the sleeves of my hoodie and checked the time.

Woopsie! We're running out of time!

"Um, guys, mind if we go? Party's starting already." I stood up from my chair.

"Yeah, of course!" Rosalie did the same.

I hailed a cab and we talked while we were on the road. Rosalie was originally from L.A. while Alice was a New Yorker. Alice's really into clothes and that worried me a little. I was a little self-conscious. I found myself smoothing my shirt and hair every once in a while.

When we arrived Alice jumped with surprise.

"You didn't tell me that this is a Whitlock party!" She squealed.

I wasn't really that surprised when she said Jasper's surname with deep acknowledgement.

"A little explanation here, Al." Rosalie looked at Alice.

"Whitlock is like Brandon. Rich and Famous! Although, sometimes, I hate that fact." She clapped and then looked down at what we're all wearing.

"What is a Brandon? Or who are the Brandons?" I asked Alice.

"Me. I'm sorry I haven't made a formal introduction. I'm Mary Alice Brandon." She made an almost sad looking face before she looked over to me and my clothes.

I looked at her with shock. "Wow. I'm just a Bella Swan." So ordinary.

"You look cozy." She giggled.

"Yeah. Well, I'm not really dressy." I shrugged.

"We should've dropped by the house first." She suggested.

Oh crap! The one thing I was afraid of.

"No thanks." I smiled sarcastically before walking to the door.

I knocked three times before Jazzy opened the door. The music was blaring inside. And Jasper came out with a disbelief look on his face that slowly turned into a blinding grin.

"Jazzy!" I hugged him. "I'm pretty sure you remember Alice. This is her friend, Rosalie. Now where's Emmett?" I searched the living room that was accommodating around 20 people now. Who knows if there's more outside. Ugh. I'm not really a party person.

"EM!" I shouted through the throngs of people.

The house looked so different with all the lights and speakers and people. It was almost unrecognizable.

"ISOBELLO!" His tall frame towered over me as he ruffled my hair. We both stood up and he froze in his spot. "Who are these young ladies?"

"Um. Alice and Rosalie." I pointed to them accordingly.

"Rosalie?" His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "As in Rosalie Hale?!"

"Be gentle." I nodded and turned to the guests. "Enjoy your night, ladies." I smiled and skidded off to the mobile bar. I could almost see Emmett rant about how big of a fan he is and Jasper drool in front of pixie.

Well, this is going to be one good party.

Should I push through? Sorry for the very late update. I'm kind of managing my time between two stories...so...yeah. I'm really sorry.