Chapter 10

BPOV

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

Ugh, I groan as struggle to reach the off button to my alarm clock, I couldn't find it so I settled for yanking the cord out of the wall.

The sun was too bright, seeing the sun shining is not something that you get used to in Forks.

I stretch as I make my way to the shower, picking up my fluffy purple robe on my way to the a couple minutes of letting the hot water soothe my stiff muscles, I realize that for some reason, I feel very rested.

Much more rested than usual and then I start having flashbacks to my dreams. Well more like visions than dreams, it was like watching a silent movie; just images more than anything.

Images of green eyes, bronze haired gods, pianos, images of magnificent hands and chiseled jaws.

Throw it all together and I guess that you could say that I was having wonderful dreams of Edward Cullen.

After several minutes of replaying those images I noticed that the water was running cold.

"Well, back to the real world." Knowing that being late for school was not a good way to start the week.

I sighed as I opened up my newly updated closet, trying to figure out which Alice approved outfit would be most comfortable for school.

I decide on a ridiculously expensive pair of jeans and a blue, long sleeved , t-shirt with a burn-out design on it.

She begged me to wear a pair of black boots with this outfit, but the ones that she chose have 4 inch heels on them and there was no way that I was going to attempt those death traps with no one there for assistance every time that I fell on my ass.

She'll just have to get over it as I settle on a pair of ballet flats.

I added the necklace and the earrings that she said were made for the outfit.

I then attacked my hair, using the volumizing mousse like she had shown me and tried to duplicate her make-up job.

Not even close, but not too bad either.

I actually kind of love the lip gloss that she chose. It's shade is called Venom and it's just a little darker than my natural lip color.

It tingles when I put it on and makes my lips a little fuller.

She said that with that on I have DSL's, I'm not sure what that means and I'm not sure that I want to know. I smudge a little brown eyeliner on, I can already tell that I'm going to need another lesson on that, but it doesn't look bad.

A little brown mascara and I'm ready to go.

I grab a new bag out of my closet that I didn't even notice her buying.

I look at the tags on it and start choking.

God, please tell me that's the UPC number and not a price.

Hasn't that girl ever heard of Target?

I take one final look in the mirror as I'm about to go downstairs and hope that I have enough time to wolf down a bowl of cereal.

Not bad I decide. I clean up kind of nice.

Once I reach my cell phone and look at the time, I realize that my new morning routine takes more time than I thought it would.

Shit, I guess it's pop tarts today.

I grab one and start praying that today is not the day that the beast would give me trouble.

Luck was on my side today and I make a mental note to set my alarm for 20 minutes earlier, if I ever want to have time for my beloved Crunchberries in the morning.

I make it to my locker and then to homeroom with five minutes to spare.

It would have been a little more than that if all of these girls hadn't insisted on stopping me every few feet to discuss my wardrobe and to figure out which designers I was wearing.

I just shrugged my shoulders and tried not to think about it too much.

I make it to first period, English my favorite class; it helps that Angela is in there too.

The teacher is not there yet, so we have a few minutes to catch up.

"You look nice Bella" she says, oh not you too I want to say.

I told her that Alice and I had gone to Seattle on Sunday for some shopping.

"Alice Cullen?" she asked, once I had confirmed that to her she said "That explains the bag." "What about my bag?" I asked, afraid of her answer.

"Well, it's just that it's Fendi" as that explained everything.

I must have still looked confused "aren't you afraid of bringing that to school?" she asked, "What if something gets spilled on it or someone tries to steal it?"

Well I guess that confirmed my fear this morning, that was definitely not a UPC code on the tag.

I told her that I wasn't even aware that she was buying me things like that.

I had no idea until I checked my closet this morning.

"I wonder why she has taken such an interest in you?" she asked.

Quickly back pedaling "Of course I'm not saying that you don't deserve it, because you totally do."

She was red with a blush that rivaled mine at my worst.

"It's just that Alice, was never really close with anyone before" she explained.

"I'm sorry Bella." "I guess I'm a little jealous." "Sometimes I think that I wish that the Cullen's would adopt me." "I mean just look at Edward."

At this point she's blushing so much that she's almost purple.

I know that she is completely devoted to Ben, but I could see her point with that.

"He is gorgeous, isn't he?" I say trying to comfort her, but as soon as I say that cue my blush.

"I haven't really met him, he doesn't socialize around here"

"Jessica told me that he hit on her once, but he acted like God's gift so she turned him down."

"Uh, he didn't seem like that to me" I explained that he was very much a gentleman, that he seemed kind of shy and very sweet.

"I knew that Jessica was a lying bitch" she exclaimed.

"My guess is that she hit on him and he turned her down" she giggled.

"He did if he was smart" "I'm not really experienced but I think that guys preferred their girls STD free."

She burst out laughing at that and everyone started staring at us.

It was an unfortunate accident that I was at the pharmacy getting some toothpaste, when she and her mom and Mike Newton and his mom were all together picking up his and her prescriptions of Valtrex.

I really hadn't meant for that little piece of gossip to slip. Ok so maybe I did, but they totally had it coming.

Jessica has been a bitch to me since I started here and Mike makes a point of asking me out almost daily.

Yeah, as if I would ever be that desperate.

I may never get my green-eyed god, but I'm sure that even I could do better than Mike.

The teacher never showed, so Mrs. Cope came in and that class was treated as a study hall, so Angela and I had more time to talk.

Angela spent the rest of the free period asking me questions about the Cullens.

She wanted to know what there house looked like, if I met either Mrs. Or Dr. Cullen.

She wanted to know about Alice's closet, apparently there was a rumor going around that she had a whole separate bedroom for her wardrobe.

What is it with these girls and their obsession with clothes?

She wanted to know if I had met the twins, Jasper and Rosilee Hale, if Emmett was there and if he was as funny and sweet as she had heard.

I tried my best to answer her questions, explaining that I didn't really know that much, but I would be spending the night there on Friday night and I would try to tell her more next week.

She was so excited about that bit of information that she started bouncing in her seat.

God they must put something in the water in Forks that causes girls to do that and break out into uncontrollable fits of giggles.

"Why are you spending the night there Bella?"

I explained about the spa-day with Alice and Rose on Friday.

"Damn, you're so lucky."

If she only knew that it was probably going to be the hardest night of my life. I left that little bit of information out.

The rest of the school week consisted of more of the same.

Girls demanding info on my wardrobe and wanting to know how Charlie could afford these things.

Then there were the almost daily harassments from Mike Newton.

Telling me how much I would enjoy spending time with him, how hard he could make me cum with just his tongue and other disgusting images that I had no desire to even think about let alone experience.

I almost spilled the news that I knew about his and Jessica's problems, just to shut him up, but I was afraid that he would think that would prove just how experienced and talented he is so I let it slide.

Finally it was Thursday night and as much as I hated to admit it, I was actually looking forward to tomorrow and spa-day.

I was terrified of the things that Alice had in store for me, but the upside of that if I went along then I would get to sleep in the same house as Edward.

That is as long as he didn't have a date and stay out all night.

The thought of that made me sick to my stomach and I tried from that point on not to think about things like that.

I had just finished doing the dishes after dinner and was deciding whether I wanted to start a load of laundry I heard it;

"Cause we are living in a material world"

"and I am a material girl"

Alice, I sighed.

Oh God, what if she's calling to cancel, saying that she heard that I'm not cool enough to hang out with.

Maybe she's calling to confirm.

My thoughts are going a hundred miles and hour and then I finally decided that the only way to know was to answer the phone.

"Hi Alice" I answered.

"Hi Bella," she said "I'm just calling to let you know that Rose and I will be by to pick you up at 10:00 in the morning."

"We have an all day appointment, and they will be serving lunch around 12:30 and then back to treatments until about 4:00."

"I'm so excited and Rosie can't wait to meet you."

At this point I'm not even sure that she has taken a breath.

I'm really tired just from listening to her and then I became terrified about what kind of treatments we were having.

"Don't worry about packing any clothes, when Rose and I get there, we will pick them out for you.

"Don't worry about washing your hair or even shaving when you're in the shower in the morning." "That's all going to be taken care of for you."

Wait don't shave, holy shit that can only mean that there is wax in my very near future.

I am speechless and petrified.

"Ok Bella, I think that's all that I needed to tell you" "I will see you in the morning and get a good nights' sleep, you're going to need it."

She hung up with that hanging in the air, I just groaned.

I hope she doesn't plan on staying up all night talking about boys, because with my experience she'll be out cold in five minutes.

Well, maybe that's not such a bad idea.

I laid in bed a little longer, trying to read but my mind just won't let me.

I'm nervous about tomorrow and the spa.

I'm nervous about meeting Rose

I'm nervous about tomorrow night and am wondering if Edward will be there, and if he is how do I control my reaction to him.

In other words, I'm nervous.

The next thing I know it's morning.

How is that possible? I know that I just closed my eyes for a minute.

I realize that I never plugged my clock back in and started searching for my phone.

8:45 "well at least I get to have my crunch berries this morning."

I successfully walked downstairs to the kitchen, damn of all mornings I didn't fall. I might have been able to get out of this day if I had broken my leg.

I grab a bowl and pour my cereal, after I added my milk I realized, that I was so scared that I was afraid that if I tried to eat it would all come right back up.

Well, maybe coffee would go down, fortunately Charlie had made a pot and there was more than enough left for me to have a cup.

I pour myself a cup and take a sip, waiting for a moment to see how it was going to do and found myself savoring the caffeinated goodness.

The next thing that I know it's 9:20 and I realize that I had better go jump in the shower, because I would be willing to be that my irritating pixie of a new bff would be early.

I had just made it out of the bathroom and was wiping the extra toothpaste off of my moth when I heard that damn ringtone.

"Alice" I say.

"Good morning Bella, we're here, is the door unlocked?"

"I'm in my room and it's open, go ahead and come up."

I sitting on my freshly made bed and bundled up in my robe when the knocked quietly on my door.

"Come on in Alice." I say.

I take a deep breath trying to brace myself for the force of nature that is Alice Cullen.

She comes up to me and hugs me and then begins to make introductions.

I was so nervous that I barely had time to register the girl behind her.

She is without a doubt the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen.

She's tall and curvaceous but in a healthy way, nothing artificial about her.

She has long, wavy, blond hair and ice blue eyes.

I'm so intimidated by her that I can barely find my voice to speak.

I saw her and Alice exchange looks and she starts laughing, it was the most beautiful laugh that I had ever heard.

She walks up to me and hugs me, hmm she's affectionate also.

She looks at Alice again and says "she's absofuckinglutely perfect, Alice."

Huh, what? I know that she can't be talking about me, I'm just plain, nothing special.

I ask Alice what she's talking about, she just hushes me up and puts her arm around me to comfort me.

"Don't worry sweetie, trust me, it's a very good thing."

That's all that she was willing to tell me.

Great more with the cryptic.

I wonder if I will ever be let in on the big secret.

She then began to tear through my closet and drawers pulling things together so fast that I can't begin to see what's what.

"Bella, where is your overnight bag?"

I put it on the bed where she starts meticulously packing it. I swear it looks like I'm going for a year.

"Run, go get what you need out of the bathroom and Rose and I are going to finish here."

I see her showing Rose the things that she has packed and asked for her opinion.

Rose, is nodding her approval at something in particular but I have no idea what and I decide once again things are beyond my control and let it go.

Suddenly, I hear Rose giggle and say "That is going to be the death of him, hell yeah."

That stopped me in my tracks, who are they talking about, and I am positive there is nothing that I own, that would stop any man in his tracks, except maybe the corset, but there is no way in hell that is coming out this weekend.

They were just finishing packing my bag when I threw my bag with my bathroom items on top.

We were about to leave, when we all realized at once that I still hadn't gotten dressed.

It took Alice maybe a minute, to have an outfit pulled together, complete with coordinating underwear, shoes and a new bag.

This time I vow not to look at the price tag.

Gathering up all of my bags, really why do I need this much stuff for overnight? We make our way outside.

In the driveway sat a cherry red BMW.

This must be Rose's.

"My car is too small for all of us, so we brought hers."

Within a half an hour we were at the day-spa.

What is it with these girls and driving like maniacs?

Don't they know that my dad's a cop?

If they do it doesn't seem to matter to them, maybe they think that I could get the tickets fixed.

Hell, I probably could.

I gasp when we reach the lobby of the spa. It's decorated like a tropical island.

Fragrant flowers and candles were everywhere.

The floors were the color of warm sand and the walls were ocean blue.

There were ceiling fans everywhere, creating a soft, soothing breeze and stirring the aroma in the air.

There was a pretty woman at the desk and Alice approached her.

"Hi Carmen" She said.

"Oh good morning Ms. Alice, I see you have three scheduled today for the works."

Yes, and she starting discussing the "menu" of options with her.

I started hearing phrases like, oxygenating facial, aromatherapy massage, body polish and hydro soak, mani, pedi, (at least I knew these) layers, lowlights, and half-legs and brazilian.

I blanched at that, please God, if you hear me, please let that be for her or Rose.

"Relax, Bella." "It's going to be fine."

"Yeah Bella, trust us, you're going to love most of this." Rose added.

I couldn't help but notice the way she accented the word "most."

We started the day with facials and the massage, they were right this was amazing.

Then it was lunch time,, they served us chicken salads, with fresh fruit, sparkling water with strawberries, and petit fores. It was wonderful.

I didn't want to eat too much, because I knew what was coming next and I was afraid that I would throw up; but since I didn't eat breakfast, I couldn't stop myself.

After we finish with our lunch, we were led into our torture chambers.

"Bella, we'll be in the cubicals next to you" "We're both having the exact same thing done" "Just remember to breathe and you will be fine."

A very sweet woman, by the name of Jane, lead me to my cubicle and asked me to lay down and remove my robe.

She gave me a very soft sheet to cover myself with.

After a couple of minutes she came back and said that she was going to start with my eyebrows.

I'm pretty good about plucking them, so this shouldn't be too bad.

I was right it wasn't and after she was through, she put some wonderful soothing cream on them.

She then asked me the million dollar question.

"So Ms. Bella" "What's next the legs or the bikini area?"

I'm about to cry when she suggests the legs. She said that it's not that bad and we'll build up to the brazilian.

She starts spreading the warm wax on my legs and I find myself tensing up immediately.

"Breathe, Ms. Bella" as I do that, I feel it Rip. Oh my God, I scream.

I swear that I hear Alice laughing at me in the next cubical.

I'm going to fucking kill her if I survive this.

Oddly enough, it didn't take that long to do my legs and once I got the hang of exhaling while she was ripping it wasn't that bad and I had to admit the way my legs looked and felt was amazing.

"OK Ms. Bella" This is it.

She is so sweet, I feel pretty bad about making her feel bad about doing her job.

She gives me and warm, damp towel to put over my face to try to relax me.

I make some kind of joke about possibly getting anesthesia for this and she just chuckles.

She tries to make small talk with me while doing this.

"He must be some special man, for you to do this for."

Rip. "Shit"

There's no man, I tell her and that hurts almost as much as this waxing does.

"There must be, no girl as beautiful as yourself has to be alone."

RIP "God Damn""We're half way through, come on tell me about your perfect man then."

I see him instantly and began wondering if he would like seeing me as I'm about to be.

RIP. " Well he's tall" Rip " His hair looks naturally like he just got laid"

RIP " It's got so many colors in it I wouldn't know how to identify it."

RIP "Green Eyes"

RIP "He's musical and so perfect that seeing him makes me want to cry."

The next thing I know she is rubbing me down with the soothing crème and tells me that I'm done.

What I didn't know was that Alice was still next door listening to every word that I said.

A/N

Sorry that I had to leave it like that, but this chapter was going to be way too long if I didn't split it up.

And obviously I'm not Stephanie Meyer as I seriously doubt that she would ever try to write about a bikini wax.