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A/N: Don't worry. I hate me too right now. This update took forever. I understand that. If I survive through all of your death glares and threatening reviews, I will post another chapter tomorrow.

(Oh, and just so you know, the part with Alice's sleepover is in BELLA'S point of view, so everything is exaggerated. Lol. )

Chapter Thirteen- Bella's POV (Age seventeen)

Ever since the Twister game, Edward had been staring off into space. Which happened to be in my direction. Every time I looked over at him, he was gazing at me with his eyes glazed over. He looked like he had a lot on his mind. I couldn't blame him. We both did.

"Bella, if we don't get home soon my mom will kill me," Alice pointed to the clock.

The small red digits read 11:08. Had it really gotten that late already?

"Yeah, okay. Just let me grab my stuff," I rose from the couch to go get my bag from the kitchen.

I swung the door open and scanned the room. It was sitting on the counter, just where I left it. I took a step towards it.

"Bella?"

I whirled around at the sound of his voice.

Edward was standing not two feet from me, running his hand through his already tousled hair.

"I just wanted to say goodbye." He mumbled.

"You know, I won't see you until Monday," he added hastily.

"Oh. Goodbye, Edward,"

He smiled, covering the distance between us in one quick stride and pressed his lips to mine.

I had once watched a movie about dating. The girls had said that you could tell how much a guy liked you from how long the kiss lasted.

1… 2… 3… 4… I slowly counted the seconds away. 5… 6… 7

He pulled away, smiling at the expression on my face

"Goodbye, Bella,"

I blushed fiercely and mumbled something incoherent, then practically ran for the door while stumbling in my haste.

Just as I reached for the handle, he called out to me again.

I turned slowly, bracing myself for anything.

"Yes?" I squeaked.

He chuckled and motioned to my bag, which was still sitting on the counter.

"I think your forgot something."

If possible, I turned an even deeper shade of red.

--- Alice's House ---

This was torture.

Pure. Torture.

I was sitting in a tall chair, already a hazard: I could easily fall off of it. There were numerous hair straighteners and curling irons scattered around the counter. Large collections of powders and creams were stacked all over the room. Dresses, shoes, and purses were draped off of everything possible.

My breathing was heavy. My eyes were darting around the room, searching frantically for some escape.

I heard footsteps outside. I recognized Rosalie's voice, but couldn't make sense of what she was saying through all of the fashion terminology. It was like she was speaking in a different tongue.

My hands were shaking, my eyes wide. I needed to get out of here.

I soon heard another pair of footsteps and the sound of Alice's voice.

They were getting closer.

My heart rate increased and I moved to the corner of the room, ducking behind a towel rack.

I watched through the reflection of the mirror as the two girls entered the washroom. My breathing was loud as my chest rose and fell.

Rosalie spoke again, this time in my own language.

"Now, now, Bella. We aren't going to hurt you," she said soothingly, yet creepy.

"We would never dream of it." Alice agreed in the same tone, "Come on out,"

My whole body was beginning to shake now. Rosalie turned to face the mirror and I could see her front. The cosmetics in her hand looked more like weapons than beauty tools.

I took in a sharp breath.

Alice whirled around, her eyes wild and her smile insane.

She immediately spotted me. I pulled the towels in front of my face, hiding my view of her.

I pressed my back to the wall, keeping as far away as I could.

The only sound in the room was my pounding heart and labored breathing.

I watched in terror as the towels were slowly pulled back, like curtains at a grand show.

I was met with piercing eyes that had a glint of amusement in them.

"Boo," she hissed.

--- The Next Day ---

I was speechless.

I stared at a girl. She looked to be about seventeen, maybe eighteen. Her chestnut hair was flowing down her back, framing her face perfectly. She was wearing a navy blue sweater that clung to her skin perfectly, creating new curves. Below the sweater was a dark skirt that flowed down to her knees.

She was actually… pretty.

She was gone, though, for Alice had put the mirror down.

"So?" she asked, looking for a reaction.

"Alice! You're amazing!" I cried, wrapping my arms around her.

I heard Rosalie clear her throat.

"You too, Rose!" I laughed, pulling her into the hug as well.

"It was nothing. We wanted you to look your best for the guys,"

"Yeah, we've got some real lookers here in Forks," Alice added, winking at Rose.

"Wha—"

"You should get going, Charlie will be home soon. We'll pick you up for school tomorrow, ok?" Rose cut me off, throwing a warning look at Alice.

"Oh, yeah, sure," I mumbled, still confused.

They both smiled reassuringly at me and waved me off.

--- Monday Morning, School Again ---

"Bella! You're actually listening to me," Alice laughed, indicating my wardrobe choice.

I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. I climbed into her Porsche and waited nervously to see Edward again.

After we picked up Rosalie, we were rushing to get to class on time. I stumbled into my first class just as the Bell sounded out.

Mr. Mason looked up and waited impatiently for me to take my seat. I quickly sat in the last empty space left. Beside Jessica.

This was going to be a long morning.

Mr. Mason started by having us copy a note from the board. He sat down at his desk and began rifling through papers while we all started writing.

Every so subtly, Jessica leaned over and knocked my books to the ground, keeping her eyes down on her desk.

They clattered to the ground, echoing in the silent room. Mr. Mason looked annoyed at me as I got up to pick them off the ground. Jessica snickered.

I ignored her and continued copying the note. I got about ten minutes of work done before Jessica started again.

"Bella, stop it." She whispered in her nasally voice, loud enough for Mr. Mason to hear.

He turned to glare at me.

I blushed and looked down. What was Jessica's problem?

Once he had turned his attention back to his work, Jessica leaned over again.

"Bella! I said stop!" she hissed again, causing Mr. Mason to stand up and walk over to us.

"Is there a problem, ladies?" he asked, looking down on us.

"Yes, Sir, Bella Swan is bothering me," Jessica sneered.

"No, I'm not!"

He glared down at me.

"Miss Swan, may I see you after class?"

"I didn't do anything!" I cried angrily.

"All right then: detention. Bring your notebook; you'll finish this note at lunch."

I nodded and looked over at Jessica. She was smirking at me.

The rest of the morning passed by easily, I sat in the back and hid behind my hair.

At lunch, I headed to building three for my detention.

I carefully opened the door and stepped in.

"Mr. Mason?" I asked, spotting him sitting at his desk.

"Ah, Miss Swan. Please take a seat next to my other class-disrupting students." He commanded, motioning to the desks in front of him.

I turned around to see two other boys sitting down. I recognized the first to be Mike Newton. Sitting beside him was none other than Edward Cullen, looking guiltily down at the table.

A/N: Okay, remember what I said. If you don't kill me for being late, I will post again tomorrow xD

Oh, and I've gotten enough response to decide to start writing the midnight sun version. I'll post the first chapter the same day I post the last chapter for this story, so you guys aren't too disappointed that it's the end ;D