AN: I own nothing but my OC's.
Jacob stopped the car outside Embry's cousins house, and I came over all queasy. I was right to feel nervous; I'd never been to a house party before. Nobody had ever bothered to invite me to anything back in Phoenix, and even if they had done, I wouldn't have gone. Parties had never been my thing.
"Ready, Bells?" Jacob asked, making me jump. I had realised that he had gotten out of the car and walked round to open my door.
"Yes." I said, barely audible.
Still holding my stomach, I took a step onto the sidewalk. Cars were lined all the way down the street, and music was pumping out from the house. I could see people moving around inside, obscured by a dim light. Slowly, I followed Jacob up the path. In my head I was formulating a plan to get out of the party and back home as soon as I could. I could feel a head ache brewing, and I really wasn't in the mood for mingling. Jacob, beside me, seemed completely at ease. He rapped on the door.
A girl opened it. She was around my age, and was very tall and skinny, with thick black hair and large eyes. She held a drink in one hand, in an infamous red plastic cup, and seemed to be tottering in her heels. "Jacob! Oh my God, hi!" She shrieked, throwing her arm around him. It was amazing she could actually reach.
"Katrina, this is Bella. Bella, Katrina." Jacob introduced us after he had finally managed to break free.
I smiled meekly, and Katrina gave me a little wave. She turned back into the house, leaving us to let ourselves in. "Who is she?" I whispered as we walked in.
"She's in the grade above me at school. Try to stay out of her way tonight, she's even louder when she's had a drink." Jacob warned quietly.
Around us, bodies swayed to the fast music. Shouts and laughter erupted down my ears, and it was hard to move without bumping into somebody. The place was total bedlam.
"Jake!" A voice yelled over the pandemonium. A guy, your typical Quilette, was making his way over. He wore a half open white shirt and dark jeans. His eyes were a little beady.
"Oh, hey Carl." Jacob replied once he was within earshot.
"Who's this?" Carl asked, looking me up and down. He took a large gulp from his cup.
"Bella. A friend of mine. You don't mind her being here, do you?" Jacob said.
"Not at all." Carl said, his eyes fixed on me.
I smiled uneasily. "Is this your party?" I questioned.
Carl simply nodded. I felt Jacob grip my hand. "Come on, Bells. Les get a drink." He decided, pulling me away. "I don't like the way he was looking at you. He's too seedy, I've always thought that." He explained to me in a low voice as we walked.
"Jake, can we go?" I pleaded, "Its too loud here. I don't feel very good."
"Aw, come on, Bells. We haven't even danced yet!" Jacob grinned and started to lead me over to the dance floor.
I was glad he hadn't gotten a chance to make us both a drink. I didn't want to get drunk that night.
"Absolutely not!" I said firmly, "I don't dance. I can't." I told him.
"You can't come to a party and not dance." Jacob insisted, wrapping his arms around me and rocking me.
I glared at him, but didn't pull away. I glanced over his shoulder, wondering if I could see anybody I knew. And then I screamed. The sound rang around the room, causing everybody to stand still. I carried on, and I couldn't stop. Jacob slapped his hand over my mouth and began to yell something, but I wasn't listening.
I was too busy staring at the boy walking towards us.
Edward Cullen.