A/N: To all the fabulous people who reviewed, you're totally awesome. You have also won the amazing prize of meeting your choice of Edward Cullen or Jacob Black…in your mind…
Disclaimer: I would cut off my ear and send it to Stephanie Meyer (like Van Gough did to his love) for Twilight, if doing so wasn't illegal. And extremely gross.
EPOV:
I can't believe this. My mind isn't actually taking in the fact that Bella Marie Swan is going to a party tonight with Jacob. Things have definitely changed in that girl over the time I've been gone. How long ago did Bella start going to parties? Was it the night after I left? Did I somehow tie her down from going to them when I was in her life?
I discovered Bella's plans tonight when Alice burst into my dorm room two minutes ago.
"Edward," she said, "you've got to go to this party on tonight. Bella's there, and I just had a vision…" she trailed off worriedly.
Immediately I leaped out of my seat perched at my desk and had my car keys in my hand in a flash.
"What did you see?" I demanded.
"Bella…isn't herself, and I saw her being led off by this guy…" again she trailed off.
Anger flared into me. I couldn't bear the thought of my dear Bella in danger. Muttering a short thanks to Alice I'd sprinted to the car park and was in my silver Volvo in a flash. Which leads me to wear I am now.
If I wasn't completely pale I'm sure my knuckles would be white right now as I grip the steering wheel, staring unseeingly out of the windscreen. How could Jacob have let her wander off with some guy? I hadn't thought much of him to begin with, but now I am certain what a loathsome mutt he is.
JPOV:
We first hear the music a few blocks away. The bass line thuds through the seats of my car and a glance at Bella confirms that she is nervous. Her face is as pale as a ghost and regret plays on all of her features.
The house we arrive at is huge, a white, double-story mansion with a clean-cut lawn and lights leading up to the front door. People are sprawled everywhere outside, drinks in hands. I shudder as the smell of vomit hits my sensitive ears, and I look to see someone throwing up in the bushes that run alongside the house. Man, the parents are going to shit themselves when they arrive home to find the aftermath of this.
I sling a reassuring arm over Bella's shoulder as we pass through the front door. There people everywhere. Hundreds of bodies are jammed tightly together in the entrance hall and I feel my arm slip from around Bella's shoulders. Crap, this is not good.
I manage to shove my way through the mass and into what looks like a lounge room. It is more spacious here, but in the centre of the room I see tons of bodies dancing together in time to the thumping music. Where is Bella? I scan the rooms as I go, but to no avail. It's as if Bella's disappeared into thin air. The massive population of partiers doesn't make my search any easier, either.
Eventually I manage to find a back door and I burst into the cool night's air. I suck in gasps of clean air, beautiful compared to the hot smoke I was breathing in inside.
Here I am faced with the million dollar question: If I were Bella, where would I go?
BPOV:
"Annnd theen, heee lef-ed meee there," hiccup, "aaaall alonne!" I cry to my audience, taking another swig of the liquid stuff in the bottle I'm holding. I have no idea what it is, but it's making me go all warm inside, so I like it.
My new friends all gasp in horror at my announcement.
"What-evah dided yooou dooo Bellsy?" The blond haired girl asks.
I giggle woozily. "I wass hel-ped…" I trail off, momentarily forgetting what I was saying. Then I remember. "By myyy gooooodest friend evah!"
"Yaaaaay!!" My new friends all chorus.
To say the least, I've been drinking. It was kind of an accident really, I was standing by the bar looking for Jacob when I was offered a drink. I took one and suddenly became really happy and carefree. Who cares that I've lost Jacob? By now I'm on my third. Or was it fourth?
When I met my new friends we assembled on the couches in the corner and have been chatting and drinking ever since. It is quite fun really.
"Lets aaaaall gooo dancy!!" Someone exclaims. I finish off my drink and leap up, tripping over something as I do so. I manage to catch myself after a minor stumble. I make my way to the dance floor, the rest following close behind me.
I start moving my body to the upbeat music, uncaring as to what I look like. Hey, this is fun too! My hair flies about wildy as I jump up and down, and I can feel the heat of other people next to me. I close my eyes and continue dancing. Thoughts of Edward Cullen are far from this place… why didn't I take up drinking earlier?
Suddenly I have this urge to be the centre of attention, to make everyone wish they were me.
Leaving my friends I stumble to the nearby bar and lift myself up onto the table. Balancing carefully in my red heels I continue dancing where I left off, feeling the vibrations of the music on my skin. I can feel the eyes of many people on me. I laugh happily and spin around, wobbling dangerously close to the edge of the table as I do so. As I spin I catch a glimpse of the ground. It is very far away. And I never have been I heights person. Or a heels person, for that matter.
I suddenly feel my right shoe slipping off the table. Before I can regain my balance, my left shoe slips as well. I fall through the air, seeing my new friends helpless faces watch me. And all the while I'm falling, I don't feel scared. Instead, for some insane reason, Britney Spears is singing in my head.
"Stronger, than yesterday" she sings.
And as I'm falling, I realise good old Britt is right. I am stronger than yesterday. And nobody can ruin that now.
A/N: Tell me the things that made you laugh, the things that made you scream, and the things that made you want to pick up your computer and throw it across the room.
