Authors Note: I know 20 guys was a little extreme. But this is Alice we're talking about! I wanted to make her go all out for this one! I really had fun with this chapter! Hope you like it!
Rosalie let out a perfect whistle. "Drink up ladies. You're gonna need it!"
I took a long sip of champagne, trying to calm my beating heart. It was more out of shock than anything. Some of those boys were very scantily dressed; it was basically a sea of sculpted bodies. I couldn't help but notice they were all staring at me. I realized Alice must have told them who the bride to be was. I felt extremely uncomfortable with all their eyes on me. I took another sip.
"Okay here is how the game goes," Alice began. "Each of those delicious," as she said this she quickly grinned in Rosalie's direction, "…boys are hoping that they will be the one to win our hearts. They are going to come in one by one, and we each get to pick the one we particularly like. Bella gets to pick two."
My stomach dropped. Pick two boys? Edward wasn't going to like that. "What do we do once we picked them?" I said to Alice, scared to hear her answer.
"Whatever you want basically," she said. "Feed you drinks, stand on his head, rub your feet, anything really. They have to do whatever you ask throughout the rest of the games."
"This is SO cool!" screeched Jessica. I could tell she was ridiculously excited, she was leering at the boys anxiously working out the one she wanted in her head. I felt Alice slip a necklace around my neck. She then shooed all the boys out of the room and made them line up outside the door.
"When the boy comes out that you want, you have to run over and place the heart around his neck." Alice explained while dimming the lights. A loud pounding music filled the air and I couldn't help but feel a little excited. I gave Rosalie my glass to get a refill. The atmosphere was relaxed and even Angela looked like she was gonna have fun.
"Bachelor number one! Get in here!" shouted Alice over the blaring of the music. A tall slightly skinnier guy walked in, already dancing in tune with the beat. He came out onto the middle of the floor, obnoxiously dancing the entire way. It was obvious he was trying so hard and we all burst out laughing. I didn't want this guy, I hated dancing. Apparently no one else wanted him either, because Alice called loudly "NEXT!"
A handsome boy strolled in with his arms flexed together wearing a speedo. If there was anything I hated more, it was those awful bathing suits. I used to see old men wearing them down in Phoenix, and there was no way I could get those images out of my mind. He got to the middle of the floor, and conceitedly displayed his muscles this way and that. "Ugh," I thought, definitely not. At the same time Alice called, "No thanks!" Everyone fell into a bout of laughter and raised their glasses to toast again. I had to admit, I was having a blast.
Number three walked out, and our laughter stopped at once. He was devastatingly handsome and the probably the best looking human male I had ever seen. He wore bright red boxers, showing off an exquisitely toned body. He knew he looked good because he walked confidently out to the middle of the floor and didn't do anything but flash a smile. I felt the couch shift and turned to see Rosalie stand up with ease and saunter over to him. He looked thrilled as she placed her heart around his neck and dragged him back to the couch.
"Stand behind me and don't move till this if over," she ordered. He nodded his head and took his place behind the couch, looking as if he couldn't believe his luck. I giggled and took another large sip. I was definitely starting to feel the champagne because I realized I was no longer nervous, my worries all had become fuzzy memories.
Rosalie turned to us and smiled. "Who needs a refill?" We all got a fresh glass and turned to the door when Alice called, "Number four!" We all jumped back as the next guy tumbled into the room doing gymnastics. I almost spit out my drink because I was holding the laughter back in my throat. "NEXT!" Alice called before he even got to the middle of the floor. He stood up, disoriented, but gave us a defeated look, turned on his heel and stalked out.
I felt a wave of sympathy and remembered for a second that I was supposed to pick one, no, two of these guys, so I had better start being less picky. It was hard though when your fiancée was so attractive, no one could really compare. "FIVE" Alice shouted, breaking me out of my reverie.
The next boy that walked in gave off the impression that he was from a small town. He was very good looking with blond hair and he was conservatively donning Abercrombie shorts. Before my mind caught up to make the connection, I saw Jessica bound over to him and place the heart around his neck. I chuckled and nudged Angela. We didn't have to say it out loud but we both thought it. He closely resembled Mike Newton.
Jessica lightly held his hand and brought him over. He had a sweet face and looked relieved that he had been one of the boys to be chosen. "You can sit here next to me," she said not taking her eyes off his face. I made room for him as he went to sit down between us.
"Bachelor number 6!" Alice shouted loudly. An average looking boy with black hair jogged over to the middle of the floor. He attempted the same casualness as Rosalie's choice and did nothing but flash a smile. Unfortunately, he was not nearly as good looking and really couldn't pull it off. No one picked him.
Number 6 and number 7 weren't that special either. I decided that I would just pick whoever came out next. I mean, it didn't really matter, it was just for fun. However, the eighth guy that came out tripped over the edge of the carpet as he was walking over to us. He frowned and I saw him silently curse his luck. Being an accident prone girl myself I could totally relate to his embarrassment.
I got up slowly making sure to watch my step. If I was clumsy when I was sober, who knows what could happen when I was drunk. I made my way to him and placed one of my hearts around his neck. He was a decent looking guy, and he had really bright green eyes.
I turned around and smiled at the girls who were cracking up. "Well, a guy after my own heart," I joked. "Um, you can stand behind the couch with that guy; I doubt there's anymore room to sit." I plopped back down as he took his spot. I immediately forgot about him as Rosalie handed me a newly filled glass.
"Nine!" Alice called and immediately sprang up. "There you are," she said the second he made his way into the room. I should have guessed she had seen before hand who she would pick. She carefully placed the heart around his neck and directed him to stand with the other two guys.
I realized I was pretty drunk. It felt good though and I was having fun. I knew I should probably slow down a bit, but at the moment, it was the last thing I wanted to do. I felt…rebellious.
"Well halfway there girls, lets bring out number 10!" Alice was on her feet and had her hands in the air, clearly drunk herself.
Number 10 came out and we all cat called at him, just for the fun it. He looked pleasantly surprised and smiled shyly as he walked out onto the floor. Angela turned to me, face red because of the alcohol and said, "This is just for fun right, I really don't want Ben to get mad."
"Of course Angela don't worry. I'm hardly going to make my guys do anything anyway," I replied thinking of Edward. I hurriedly tried to push thoughts of him out of my head before I let myself miss him too much.
She looked hesitant at first, but then jumped up and placed her heart around number 10. He was a bit stocky, but had a really cute face. Angela didn't really communicate with him after that, and he walked behind the couch with the other three winners. I then realized I had to pick one more guy, and there were how many left? I had lost count, and there was no way I could remember at this point.
Alice turned to me, sensing my concern. "Don't worry, he's coming out next." She giggled and called. "Eleven!" I had to admit that I didn't really care who walked through that door, but it was a little alarming to know that for some reason I was going to pick him. I turned my head as he walked into the room, and I had to admit, he was HOTT. He wasn't devastatingly handsome like Rosalie's choice because he had a more innocent look about him. He seemed to be about my age, with dark brown hair and eyes. Alice gave me a push off the couch and I scrambled over to give him my second heart. He smiled at me and grabbed my hand on his own accord. We walked back to the couch and he went to stand behind me.
Alice hastily sped over to tell the other boys to go home. There was a lot of moaning and groaning and we could still hear them after Alice had shut the door. A huge smile lit her face as she returned to our seat and grabbed her drink. Rosalie stood and turned to face the boys. They all looked nervously at her, no doubt intimidated by her beauty.
She smiled a deadly sweet smile as she placed her hands on her hips, completely aware of the affect she was having over them. "Well, what are you waiting for, go up there and introduce yourselves to our bride."