How To Become A Girl

Chapter Three

I watched the party as the crowd got larger in just half an hour. I was drinking something that the bartender suggested I should try. I couldn't tell yet if it was alcoholic because it was just my first glass. But it tasted so fruity.

I saw all of them, everyone I know, except one, grouped together at one corner. That was when Jazz waved at me to join them. I almost declined but, knowing Jazz, he doesn't really take no for an answer. I downed the red liquid and ordered for another one. The bartender came back with the same looking tall glass. It had the same red liquid and froth and two cherries on top.

I walked over to the couch where they were all gathered.

"Bella, why don't you sit with us?" Jasper invited.

"Um. Okay." I smiled.

He scooted over so that I was sitting between him and his--Holy Shit! His friend looks almost like Robert Pattinson!

"This is Edward Cullen, Bella. We've known each other since kindergarten." Jasper pointed to the dude next to me and then back to me. "Edward, Bella Swan. My bestfriend."

Then they all returned to their private conversations. Pixie and Jazz. Em and Rose.

I gave Edward/Rob-look-alike a smile then returned to my drink. I popped a cherry into my mouth and then played with the stem until I've successfully tied a knot with my tongue. It's just really one of my weird abilites. I took a sip of my drink and it tasted perfect with the cherry after taste. Mmmm...

I did it twice before Edward whispered, "Are you having a Sex On The Beach?" That sent chills to my spine. His British accent is not helping at all.

What did he say?! A Sex On The Beach?! Mother--! There ain't no beach here and there obviously ain't no sexin' going on.

"What are you talking about? We're not on the beach and there's definitely no sexual intercourse now." I raised my eyebrow at him.

He laughed out loud. "I think your drink is called Sex On The Beach."

I blushed when he gazed back at me. "Oh."

"Oh, Come on!" Jasper's arms flew around in disbelief.

I snapped my head to where he was looking.

A couple was entering the doors with caution. I realized then who they were. Jasper's parents. Dun dun dun dun! Oh crap.

Jasper stood up and everybody followed him including me. Oh. So I see where Jasper got his genes. From two beautiful people. His eyes from his mother. They were almost grayish. But I couldn't tell right, the neon lights were ruining the lighting around her. Plus the dark, too. And then his blonde wavy hair from his dad. And the height, too.

He greeted his parents with fake enthusiasm. "Mom! Dad!"

"Jasper, honey, this is not the kind of party we were talking about." His mother almost shouted.

"I know, Mom. But this? This is so much fun." Jasper smiled.

Both his parents pinched their nose bridges.

"What are we going to do with you?" Her mother muttered through the noise.

"Love me for me." Jasper mumbled back. I wasn't sure if his parents heard that. "Anyways! These are my friends. I've told you about my bestfriends, right? Bella, Bella Swan and Emmett, Emmett McCarty." Jasper leaned in to tell his parents.

"What a weird name for a guy. Bella. Well, maybe you guys are interested to come over and play golf with me." Emmett and I booth shook Mr. Whitlock's hand. He had a tinge of Southern accent in his voice which tells me where Jasper got his.

I chuckled. "I'm not a guy."

"Huh. You sure look like one with your jacket and baseball cap." He said and everybody laughed.

"I always get that." I said that line the same way I did this afternoon.

"Mom! Dad! I'm not yet done! These are my new friends." He gestured to the rest of the gang.

"Alice Brandon." Alice hugged his mom and shook hands with his father.

"Brandon, you say?" Mrs. Whitlock asked with a hint of amazement.

Alice nodded.

"Well, your mother, Charlotte, and I used to be bestfriends when we were in highschool. I sure miss her. Tell her, I say hi." Mrs. Whitlock told Alice.

"That's nice to know. I'll pass the message." Alice smiled.

That was when Edward stepped in. "I'm Edward Cullen." He shook both their hands.

"I believe, I know your father. The famous Dr. Carlisle Cullen, am I correct?" Mr. Whitlock tapped his chin.

"Yes, sir." He nodded so respectfully.

So he's some rich kid, too? Could there be anymore here? Oh right. I'm in New Hampshire.

"Please, call me Peter."

"Peter it is, then." Edward nodded again.

"You know, honey, it's rude to leave someone out. Who is this beautiful young lady?" Mrs. Whitlock gazed at Rosalie. "Doesn't she look oddly familiar, Peter?"

"Hi. I'm Rosalie Hale." She also gently shook hands with Jazz' folks.

"Rosalie Hale? You sure got the teens hooked on you, my dear. What brings you here?" Mrs. Whitlock pushed her glasses back.

Rosalie let out a small laugh. "College. I really want to study."

"Well, that's nice to know." Mrs. Whitlock said. "We better get going. I don't think, I can handle this...party. No matter how much I hate this. I can't hate my only son."

I massaged my forehead. I could see Jasper roll his eyes.

"Well, it's nice meeting you, Mrs. Whitlock." I smiled at her before she turned to leave.

"Nice to meet you, too, kids." She smiled and then gave Jasper a quick kiss before she followed her husband out.

"Whew! Now that that's done...Would you mind if I start throwing people in the pool?" Emmett asked Jasper.

"Do whatever you want Em." Jasper waved him off. He pulled Alice back to our booth and they continued their talk.

"But, first, I shall dance with you, baby." He turned to Rosalie and took her hand. He kissed him and pulled her into the makeshift dancefloor, leaving me and Edward alone.

Well, if this isn't awkward...

"Do you want to go to the bar?" He asked me.

"Yeah. I could use some drinks." I was blushing now. Oh what the hell, Bella?!

We sat next to each other at the bar. I ordered same drink this time and Edward ordered something lighter.

"So, are you some rich kid, too?" I asked him.

"What?" His eyebrows scrunched.

"Are you like a Whitlock?"

"Nope. I'm a Cullen." He shook his head.

He's totally not getting me.

"Cullens take up their own name." He said cockily.

Nope. He definitely understood me.

"Do you go to Dartmouth, too?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"That's cool. Maybe we should hang out sometime." He smiled at me.

He looks decent enough.

"Sure." I downed my drink and ordered for a new one.

"You really like that stuff, don't you?" He looked at my drink that I was currently gulping down.

Ooh! I can feel it burn me down. It sends my brain somewhere else!

"Yep! And cherries and books and football and running and paintball and swimming! I just hate the name of this thing." I clasped my mouth as I realized I was already too hyped up. And then I laughed, "Sex On The Beach, oh yeah."

Edward laughed beside me.

"Man! This drink makes me crazy but I love it!" I clapped, ordering another one.

Edward continued to laugh beside me.

I felt a large shoulder scoop me up. Aarrgghh! Emmett!

"I heard you love swimming! You'll be the first to go in, buddy!" Emmett laughed.

I raised my head up to see Rosalie and Edward following behind us trying to hide a laugh. I groaned. I tried hitting Mr. Bulky with my fists even though I knew it was nothing to him.

"Dude! You hit like a girl." He commented.

Oh that did it! Never ever mess with drunk Bella!

"I am a--" Emmett threw me into the cold water. I struggled as I swam up. "ARGH! EMMETT!!!" I shouted.

Jazz and Alice came speeding in. And they laughed. Rosalie was giggling and I could see Emmett hide behind a bush. Edward looked hesitant, though. But everybody seemed to laugh. And despite everything, I found myself laughing too. Huh, weird. I took off the heavy hoodie, threw it on the gutter and smoothed my hair before I swam one lap.

The people started leaving one by one as fast as they arrived. As soon as the pool area cleared up, I eagerly took the opportunity to hop out of the pool and run to my room. I grabbed my hoodie and removed my chucks, clutching them to my chest as I attempted to run. But a smooth, velvety laugh stopped me in my tracks.

"Where are you going?" He chuckled.

I was shivering as I turned. "U-u-upst-tairs-s-s."

"Why? The party isn't done yet." His eyebrows scrunched.

Maybe he's drunk already. I definitely think so.

"W-w-what-t-t? Ev-v-vryb-b-body's-s-s gon-n-ne alr-r-read-d-dy." I shivered even more. Damn it, Edward! If I don't get out of here quick, I might die of hypothermia.

"Yep. But the fun's still here." He shrugged placing the two tall glasses of that damn drink that I've been drinking on one side of the pool.

Oh shit.

Edward ran towards me crashing us both back into the pool.

Oh shit!

"Damn it, Edward!" I realized I could speak properly again and then I laughed.

Oh what the hell?! Be damned, Bella.

"Drink, Bella?" I swam to where the drinks were placed.

"Oh yum." What? I popped the cherries the same way I did just moments ago. I removed the tied knot from my tongue. "Bet you can't do that!" I stuck out my tongue at Edward. I drank down the first glass. That was when I swear I lost it. I don't know exactly what happened afterwards but something tells me its not nice. But I do remember finishing up the second drink. And Edward Cullen was helping me with the cherries and stuff. Then I became totally drunk, I think.

Oh and I had a bad headache the next day and I found myself in such a bad predicament.

Okay...So...I'm not really sure if I should rate this as a T or an M. I mean, I don't write lemons. I can't. I don't know why. Haha. Sorry. But I hope you're like the story so far. So. Tell me how's it going. :D