Author's Note: I'm so grateful that so many of you are enjoying this, I couldn't wait a freaking week! I'm really having a blast as well. This is my first story with a real plot and I have to admit that it's tough to not just skip ahead to where I want this to go. This chapter is a bit longer than the others, but that's because there is "Man dialogue" You'll see what I mean by that. Basically, if you see something in italics, it's the translation of silent man gestures. Y'all know what I'm talking about! That silent communication shit guys always seem to know the meaning behind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

~Tay

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight, but I like to make her characters into real teen aged boys. None of that "Frozen in Time" bullshit.

The second week of school is boring and uneventful. Bella wears simple t-shirt and jeans combinations.

She wears a gray crew-neck shirt on Monday. I think she had high expectations for the week. It makes me wonder what she's looking forward to.

Tuesday and Wednesday she wears band shirts: A white Modest Mouse shirt and a pale blue Beatles tee.

It rains all day Thursday so I don't get a chance to see what's under her gray and gold Forks High Spartans sweatshirt.

Friday's the best day because there's an unexpected storm. Bella wears a plain white t-shirt…

…and a purple lace bra.

I watch her in all three classes that day.

But I can't think about that right now. It's Saturday and I'm in a car with my three bros on our way to Garrett's house for the party. It wouldn't look good to suddenly get a stiffy with no chicks around. The guys would either look at me funny or tease the shit out of me.

Neither of those options makes me look cool, so they're unacceptable.

Carlisle stops the car in front of a gated community. Garrett's house is close enough to the entrance that he sees us arrive. The buzzer goes off and the gate clambers open. It's loud as shit and I have to pop my ears once we start pulling through.

"You'd think with all the fucking money they pay to fucking live here, they could afford some fucking WD-40," Alec complains from the back seat. That's Alec – always the excessive swearer.

"Yea." I guess Ben agrees. At least he's a mellower guy. I'm going to need him to help me stay level if Bella shows up.

"Well at least we know the cops won't show up. Nobody wants to deal with these bolshie people." Carlisle always makes a good point, so I let him know I have his back:

"Yea."

Alec gets the point to stop his pussy bitching. "Whatever."

Carlisle pulls into the driveway and parks the car. No one wants to look over eager so we stay inside for a while. Ben's drumming his fingers on the back of my seat, quietly humming some song. Alec's stewing while looking out of the window. Carlisle's looking at me.

"What's up?"

He looks nervous. "I'm meeting a girl inside."

I'm happy for him, but pissed off at the same time; it better not be Bella. "Oh yea?" I think I remember him mentioning a chick from The Port he was interested in a few weeks ago. "Same chick?"

"Yea." Good.

Alec's not done being a bitch. "You tap it yet?" But it is a valid question.

We all look, waiting for the answer.

"Damn right I did." He looks all triumphant.

I know he's lying, but he's my bro so I'm not going to blow up his spot. Instead, I smile and give him a fist bump, like I'm supposed to.

We all exit the car a little happier now. We're basking in the glow of one of our fellow brethren getting his rocks off.

If one of us gets laid, it's like we all got laid.

It's a guy thing.

It's just after nine at night so the party's just getting started when we enter. Despite the early start, the place is packed. That's a fete in and of itself considering Garrett's house is one half-bath sort of being a mansion.

We walk straight through the mass of people to the back. Across the yard the keg's easy to spot, and Garrett's even easier with Kate hanging off of his arm.

I raise my eyebrows and give him a head nod. You with her for real?

He tips his bottled beer towards me and dips his chin. Yea, man!

I smile really small and shake my head a little. Well played, congrats.

He smirks with a cocked eyebrow. Thanks.

I get a beer from the keg and down it before getting another immediately after. Carlisle's tense and scanning the party looking for his girl. He must see her because he relaxes and turns to me with a smile.

"She's here."

Shit. He's so caught up in this girl. "Oh yea?" I look around and have no idea which girl he's talking about; there are tons of groups of them everywhere. "Which one?"

His head jerks to the side. "The one with the orangey-brown hair."

I see her with six other girls. They're all giggling and looking over at us. I look at my friends and they're looking anywhere but at the girls; they're playing it cool like guys are supposed to.

I follow their example because they're my friends. "Cool."

The girl comes over with a few friends. "Um, Carlisle?" She looks so shy. She's pretty too: big green eyes, nice rack, thin waist with wide hips, and pink lipsticked lips, ready for kissing. Carlisle's done well for himself.

He pauses a long second before looking at her. "What's up, Es?" He drapes an arm over her shoulders.

She blushes and covers her bottom lip with her finger tips. "Nothing much." She looks at all of our faces. "Hi, I'm Esme." She does an awkward little wave and flourishes. "These are my friends Victoria and Dee." Her two friends have nothing on her in the looks department; Victoria's a fire-crotch with pimples mixed in with her billions of freckles, and Dee just looks too whorish: blue eyeshadow and red lipstick in a black pleather mini skirt that's two sizes two small.

"Hey." All us guys say the same thing – but not at the exact same time – and go back to drinking without introducing ourselves; we're not impressed.

Ben and Alec start talking about our school football team. The team sucks this year so I look at Esme's friends. She only brought two over with her, but the others aren't far behind. Soon the group is seven to four; the girls outnumber us.

It makes us look like pimps. I like it.

Well, I like it until I see Bella walk through the door. I don't want her to think I'm some player, but I want her to know that I like girls, but I can't let her know that she's the only girl I want to be around. It's all very intricate.

As she scans the party for a familiar face, her eyes catch mine. My lips are traitors; I smile at her. I can't tell if she smiles back because my view is cut off by Kachiri and Sasha. I didn't know the rest of the Sex Sisters were coming, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised; girls party in packs.

They make their way to the keg and I take the time to look Bella over. I really hope she dressed herself tonight because her outfit screams confidence. It's a black strapless dress with ruffles. It's short too, but without being overly slutty. She dressed it down by letting her big wavy curls fall down her back and her toes are poking out of plain black flip flops. She looks fucking cute as hell.

When the girls reach the keg, Garrett pours them each a beer. He fills Bella's until it's almost spilling over. I'm not too drunk to catch his slight nod:

She's all yours, man.

I gulp down the rest of my beer and mumble to the guys that I'm empty. I tilt the empty cup towards Garrett. Don't let her leave 'til I get there.

He nods back. No problem.

I make my way over to her. It's now or never.

A/N: Sorry I didn't let them talk yet. I told you guys I wanted to keep these chapters short. If they start to run away from me then I'll never get to where I want to be. As most of my subscribers know I'm usually wordy as hell, so this story is a challenge to myself to try to keep everything clipped. Either way, I hope you like it.

Ps - you like my boys? how about Esme? She's a cutie. Blue buttons tell no lies.

~Tay