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Chapter 10: Parties and Blowjobs

BPOV

As soon as Alice got my phone call, she immediately brought her makeup bag and rushed over to my house. "Bella, I'm here!" She cried, huffing in my doorway. I ran downstairs.

"Bella, hurry!" She grabbed my wrist.

"Uh, where are you taking me?"

"To the mall!" She glanced at her watch. "We have 40 minutes to pick out the perfect outfit for you. Now hurry!"

I sighed. There was no point in arguing and I did need new clothes. I slipped on my converse and closed the door behind us. We arrived at the mall and ran into American Eagle. Yes, I had a few punk clothes here and there, but preppy was cute for parties. Alice picked out a cute pair of light blue, washed out short-shorts with frayed bottoms and a few fashionable rips, along with a brown, skinny braided belt. I also bought a tight white shirt that showed a sliver of my midriff.

"Let's go!" She screamed, rushing out the mall, with my hand in her grip. I got dressed and sat in my vanity chair. She curled my hair, ruffled it, and then started on my face. She blended in ivory foundation on my face, then swiped on black eyeliner and mascara onto my eyes. I looked in the mirror. I liked the way I looked. "Bella, you look so pretty!" She shrieked, admiring her work.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I muttered as I walked out the door in my low-cut black converse. Alice looked beautiful in her short leather mini-skirt, and a black low v-neck and high black boots. Very Alice. There was no way Jasper would be able to resist her.

We arrived at Mike's house. Holy fuck, it was packed. The music was blaring. There were groups of people drinking. One girl was doing a strip dance atop a table. Sweaty bodies grinding up on each other. People hooking up everywhere. I didn't see Edward. Alice and I got out of the car. We walked inside the house and I immediately saw Jasper sitting on a couch talking to some guys from the football team. Alice and I walked over. "Hey, Jasper." I grinned.

Alice scowled at me. "Hey Jasper!" She smiled at him from beneath her eyelashes.

"Hey. You guys look awesome." Jasper smiled. Alice stepped forward, and touched his shoulder confidently.

"Wanna go somewhere and talk?" She said, sultry and bit her lip. He looked at her lips and smirked. They left. Gee, thanks for leaving me here alone with a group of football players, Alice. I sat down on the couch.

One of them looked at me and sat down beside me.

"Hey, you're name's Bella, right?" He grinned, friendly. I looked at him. He was pretty cute, brown hair slightly covering his dark eyes. Tan skin. Built. I suppose I could talk to him till I spotted Edward or until Alice came back. Fuck, Alice wasn't coming back till her and Jasper screwed.

"Yeah, and you're...?

"Tyler Crowley, captain of the football team here. I've never really seen you around." He smiled. "But I'm not sure why."

"I'm a junior. And it's a big school."

"Oh, you're a junior?"

"Yes." I noticed him stare at my chest a lot. He looked pretty drunk.

"Want me to get you a drink or something?" His smile was friendly though his eyes were unreadable. I needed time to breathe.

"Yes. Beer please."

He flashed a smile and waddled to the kitchen. I took out my phone and started to text Alice.

Hey Alice. I wanna leave soon. Don't feel 2 well.

A second later my phone buzzed.

Don't bullshit me. I saw Edward w. another girl. R u gonna do something bout it?

I didn't reply. Whatever, I didn't care if some bleached blonde whore was wrapped tightly against the guy I hadn't taken my mind off in the past week. Well, maybe I did a little bit. Just then, Tyler came back with two red cups and took a seat uncomfortably close to me. He handed one beer to me and drew his arm over me. I took a sip from the cup.

Six cups of beer later and I was completely and utterly smashed. I had no perception of where I was, or who I was with really. My eyesight was blurry and my reaction time was off. I couldn't comprehend much. All I knew was that I was in the mood to 'get-some.' My brain was entirely disengaged from my body at this point. Acting completely on drunken-impulse, I giggled and stood up, biting my lip teasingly. Tyler looked up at me, lust blackening his eyes. I grabbed his wrist playfully and dragged him through clusters of sweaty bodies. 'Tik Tok' by Ke$ha came on, and I turned around pressing my behind tight against him. My instincts controlled me and I placed one of my hands around his upper thigh and the other tangled in his hair. I grinded uncontrollably, basking in the sensation of realizing he wanted me. At the end of the song, knowing he 'felt' the same way I did, I brought him to the wall and pushed him against it. His hard body was pressing tightly against mine, one part significantly harder the rest. I leaned in close and pressed my lips against him. His mouth responded aggressively, his tongue fighting its way into my mouth. He tasted strongly of beer but my fried mind couldn't comprehend that this wasn't what I wanted. It seemed to think the opposite actually. I grabbed his wrist again and dragged him upstairs into one of the empty bedrooms. He slammed the door shut and pressed me against it, his calloused hands feeling their way up my shirt. His mouth was sloppy on mine as it concentrated on feeling me up.

"Stop." I murmured quietly, my brain kind of sensing what was going to happen next. He didn't hear me or at least he didn't listen. "Stop please." I said louder.

"Shh." He moved his mouth down my neck.

"Stop it." I said loudly. He moved a centimeter back, examining my expression. Fear was emanating off me and he sensed it. He smirked, entailing he would do anything but stop.

"Strip." He said, levelly, his eyes testing me. I didn't move. His slap was unexpected, but hard as a whip across my face. As I whimpered, his face showed no remorse. "I said strip you whore."

My body quivered. I was to scared make a run for it so I did what he asked, like he knew I would. As I began pulling my shirt off, he stopped me.

"Slower." The corners of his mouth curled into a sickening smile. I inhaled shakily, and started pulling off my shirt, even slower. "Now, take off your pants. Slowly."

I obeyed him as tears welled up in my eyes. "Stop crying bitch, I'm not gonna make you have sex with me."

Hearing him say that, my heart was able to beat again. I sighed in relief, a bit too shaken to smile. "Then why are you making me take my clothes off?"

"Cause I want to look at something nice while you suck me off." Oh, shit. Well, at least I'd done it before. Under the influence, of course. Not wanting to be killed on this fine evening, I got on my knees and watched as Tyler unzipped his pants.