Sorry that chapter one was so short and so incredibly boring, but I had to get the basics down. Nooowwww prepare for some fun...well, maybe not in this chapter, but defff the next one. This one is just gonna be...ehh. I don't know. We shall see.

Anyway, if I get some reviews, I'll make Chapter Three all nice and saucy for ya ;)

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I do not, but I sure as shit wish I did.

Mary Alice Brandon

I never thought it would be so easy to convince my girl Bella to step out of her bubble and go to the school basketball with me. If I had known that it would be so simple, I would have done it a lot sooner.

It had taken me days of planning to think of an excuse to get me and Bella away from childish sleepovers and movie nights. Sure, I enjoy my time with my best friend, but I need other people in my life, too.

A man, for example. A big, strapping, handsome man. And Bells needs one too. Badly.

Ever since those absurd rumors about me and Bella being Lesbos started floating around and spreading like wildfire, I knew that our way of life had to change. It was just so clear to me. Bella and I had remained isolated for far too long, and it was time to take action. And get some action.

So that's why I'm here, sitting on Bella's bed and sorting through all the makeup I stole from my mother's bedroom.

"What do you think of purple eye shadow?" I ask Bella, who's reading some stupid book in the corner of her room. "It'll make your brown eyes pop."

"No makeup, Alice," she tells me, peeking over the frayed pages of her book. She leans back in her chair and crosses her legs like she's too comfortable to ever get up.

Two can play that game, Isabella.

I purse my lips and fold my arms over my chest. "Pwetty pwease Bewwaaa." I bat my eyelashes and give her a puppy dog look.

Bella rolls her eyes and tosses her book on the ground. "If I say yes, will you never talk like that again?"

Hah. I knew it would work. The girl can simply not say no to me. I'm just too cute to refuse. "I swear."

She sighs and pushes herself out of the rocking chair she was sitting in and sulks over to me. Lying down on the bed, she puts both arms behind her head and closes her eyes. "Do your worst, Alice."

I decide that Bella's too pretty for a ton of makeup, so I just dust some neutral tones over her eyes, coat her lashes in mascara, and gloss her lips. While her eyes are still closed, I pull tweezers out of my bag and stealthily climb up her body so that I'm straddling her.

Her eyes fly open. "What are you doing, Brandon? Are you trying to make all the rumors about us look true?"

I hide the tweezers behind my back and smile angelically at her. "Relax, silly Bella. I'm just putting some final touches on your face. Now close your eyes," I command.

She looks at me skeptically, but closes her eyes anyway. Fast as lightning, I shift so my knees are crushing into her arms at the side of her body, pinning them down.

"Alice! What are you-" Bella gets cut off when I pluck one nasty hair from her brow. Her eyes start to water and she begins thrashing underneath me and trying to get out of my grasp. "Get the hell off!" she shrieks.

"Bella," I growl, "just sit still and make this easy on me..."

As I wrestle Bella and try to attack her face again, I can't help but think about all the guys at our school who have probably been picturing a scene much like this since the gossip about us first started. I'm sure they'd love to see this shit. Two chicks rolling around and rubbing up on each other. Hah.

Ten minutes later I have both of Bella's eyebrows plucked into neat arcs, and a red mark on my arm where she tried to bite me. It was worth it, though. She looks hot.

Bella stands up off of the bed and runs a hand over her eyebrows before glancing in the mirror. "Wow," she gasps. "Not bad, Alice."

"Not bad? Bella, you look hot!"

Her brown hair is falling in loose waves down her back and her lips are shiny and pouty. Her cheeks are full of natural color (the girl is constantly blushing) and her eyelashes touch her cheeks when she blinks.

God, I should make girls look like this for a living. I'd be a fucking millionaire.

While Bella gawks at herself in the mirror, I pull out the bag of clothes that I bought at the mall for this very occasion. Bells turns around and spots the bag I've thrown onto her bed.

"Oh, Ali. You didn't have to buy me anything..."

"Relax, dearest Bella. These are just a few...necessities." I curl a finger at her. "Come here," I command.

Her eyes flick back to the bag, a bit warily this time, and she slowly lopes over to me.

"Give me your hand," I tell her.

She shoves her hand out and I take it in mine. "Okay, Bells. We're going to take an oath, a declaration, a vow, whateverthefuck you want to call it."

"What-"

"Listen, Bella," I say, putting my free hand on my hip. She obeys, mashing her perfectly glossed lips into a tight line. "Next year we are going to be seniors in high school. And I don't know about you, but I don't want next year to be like this one has been so far. I want to change the way people see us. Instead of the entire student body saying we're a couple of rug-munchin' lesbos, I want them to say we're the hottest pieces of ass in school."

"Alice-", she starts to protest, but I cut her off.

"I want to see what it feels like to have a guy wrap his arms around me, Bella! I want someone to kiss me! I want to be popular! I want to be beautiful!" I pause my tiny rampage to catch my breath.

"You are beautiful, Ali. You're gorgeous."

"But Bell," I whine, "I want other people to think so too. Not just you. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Bella, I just want to be different. So tonight, I want us to forget about all the rumors, about the years of baggy clothes and unibrows, and I want us to get in with the in crowd. What do you say?"

Bella grips my hand tighter and bites her lip. "Ohhhkay," she says slowly, drawing the word out. "We can try I guess, but I don't see how something like that will ever happen."

A mischievous smile creeps up on my face as I let go of her sorta clammy hand. I open the top of the bag and dig through it. "This, my dear, is how it's going to happen."

An audible gasp escapes her when she sees the pieces of silky and frilly cloth in my hands. And then she flies back from the bed with her arms out in front of her like I'm about to stab her or some shit.

"No way! What do you plan on doing? Do you plan on going hooking, for Christ's sake!?"

"Don't be ridiculous," I admonish.

"Then what are those," she exclaims, pointing a finger at the lacy bra I picked out especially for her.

"Christ, Bella, it's just a bra! And you're wearing it!"

"The hell I am! It's see through!"

"Fine," I snap. "We can work out a compromise. How about this one?" I hold up a slightly more modest plain pushup with silk straps.

"Alice," she groans. "Can't I just wear the one I have on?"

"No. Come on Bella, if we are going to do this thing, we've got to do it all out."

"Ugh. Fine. Give it to me."

I stuff the bra and the outfit I picked out for Bella into her arms. "Just try it on," I tell her, fingering the soft cotton of the shirt I bought, "and if you don't like it, then we can make another compromise."

"Whatever," she sighs. "What's the point in arguing?" She storms out of the room and into the bathroom.

While Bella's getting dressed, I shimmy into the outfit I bought for myself. It's a pair of faded jeans with rips and tears running from the thighs to below the knees, showing off my milky skin. My shirt is a black tank top that shows a sliver of my stomach when I lift my arms. Pairing it with simple black pumps, I twirl in the mirror and admire the way the tight tank top makes my tits look all round and perfect.

Bella comes back into the room grinding her teeth, her face bright red. "I. Am. Not. Wearing. This."

The dark washed jeans I picked out for Bella are hanging precariously on her hips and showing off her ass. When she throws her shoulders back, the white fabric of her low-cut shirt strains and you can faintly see the black bra through it. And her boobs! Damn, I always knew Bella was well endowed, but I never knew her boobs were so...huge. They look like they're fit for a stripper.

"Holy shit, Bells. You look sexy!"

"Not. Wearing. This," she repeats.

"Oh, yes you are. You seriously look so fucking seductive right now. You're going to drive Edward Cullen wild," I say, knowing that that comment right there will win me the battle.

I have known Bella like the back of my hand since we were tots-it wasn't too hard for me to figure out that she was infatuated with the bronze-haired sex god.

Bella's blush deepens and she gives one last feeble attempt at refusing the hot outfit. But we both know that the thought of Edward eye-fucking her is totally worth the slutty get up.

"Charlie is going to shit his pants," she whispers, checking out her ass in the full view mirror.

"Damn straight he is," I laugh.

All eyes are on us when we pull up to Forks High and step out of my car.

I'm pretty sure Mike Newton even says hi to us when he gets an eyeful of Bella's chest.

Ahh, my plan is working.

I lead Bells up the bleaches in the school gym and sit two rows down from the "Fierce Foursome". Although, they're missing their fourth member, Emmett, who's on the basketball team. Edward and Jasper (sexy, sexy Jasper) are sitting side by side, talking and pointing to a bunch of sluts on the opposite side of the gym. Rosalie is planted on the row beneath them, resting her head on Edward's knee and twirling a piece of her golden hair between her fingers.

I make a show of slipping my purse off of my shoulders and stretching my arms over my head before plopping down next to Bella. I look over my shoulder, and see Rosalie Hale's eyes nearly pop out of her head when she sees me.

"Rosalie is about to go into cardiac arrest back there," I giggle, leaning into Bella and patting her leg excitedly.

Bella, being the foolish and silly girl that she is, whips her head around to see what I'm talking about.

"Bell!" I screech, slapping her leg a little too hard. "Don't look!"

She turns back around and lowers her head, a furious blush rising on her pale cheeks. "He looked at me," she whispers.

"Who? Edward Cullen?" I ask.

"Yes," she hisses.

"Of course he did, Bella. Look at yourself."

She smiles slightly. "Do I really look that good, Ali?"

"Bella, you make Rosalie Hale look like a common whore."

"Thanks," she snorts.

"Anytime, darling."

I dig through my purse and tube of lipgloss to fix up my lips. As I'm painting them, a snotty and bitchy voice comes from behind us.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the lesbians decided to come out of hiding."

Bella and I pivot in our seats and are face to face with that slutbag Lauren Mallory. She's got this nasty little smirk on her face, and I want to rip it right off of her.

I open my mouth to say something really witty to her, but someone beats her to it.

"Leave them alone, Mallory," a deep and slow voice says. It's Jasper. Swoon. "They look hot," he smiles seductively at me, his eyes raking from my face to the tops of my exposed boobs.

I sneer at Lauren, who sneers right back and goes back to pining over Tyler Crawley. Jasper smiles at me from behind Lauren, then winks before bending down to whisper something into Rosalie's ear, who's eyes dart to me and back to Jasper.

I turn back around. "Bell?"

"Hmm?"

"I think we should go out tonight, after the game."

She looks at me suspiciously. "Out where, Alice?"

"Well, I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I don't want to go home."

"Alice," she groans. "You're pushing me to my limit."

Before I can say anything, I feel someone wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Rosalie Hale is standing behind us, one arm around me and the other draped over Bella.

"Hello, ladies," she purrs in that husky sex voice she has.

"Umm. Hi," Bella stammers, her cheeks a deep red. Oh, Bella.

"You both look so hot tonight!" Rosalie tells us with a genuine smile.

"Thanks," I mumble. It seems like Bitch Hale is up to something.

"You two should come sit with us," Rosalie suggests, jerking her chin in Jasper and Edward's direction. Both of them are looking at us expectantly. "I get so sick of always being around those guys. I could use some girl time," she smiles.

And to my surprise, Bella stands up and starts walking towards them before I can even form a sentence.

Who knew my girl had it in her?

Oh shit! The Fierce Foursome are stirring up trouble in the next chapter. But I'm not posting it until I get some damn reviews!! If you read it, review it! If I get a decent amount of commentary, I'll put up the next chapter full of some yummy scenes.