Girls night apparently consists of takeout, margaritas and chick flicks.
Rosalie calls me while I'm on my way there to see what I want on the pizza.
I tell her I don't care.
When I get to her house, I ring the doorbell. I hear laughter coming from inside the door.
I'm beyond shocked when the door opens and it's not Rosalie who answers.
It's Jessica.
Her face is flushed and she has a drink in her hand.
"Hi, Bella!"
"Hey, Jessica." I try to sound genuinely enthusiastic like her but I think it falls short.
"Bella! You made it!" Rosalie calls out to me from the kitchen as soon as I walk in. "You're right on time, too. I was just about to order the pizza."
Rosalie walks out of the kitchen and hands me a drink. I'm leery to take it, but she waves it in front of my face and tells me that I'll be fine.
"You're staying the night, right?" She eyes my ratty backpack I brought with me and I nod.
"So, Bella, how old are you then?" Jessica and I sit down on the couch while Rosalie orders the pizza.
"I turned nineteen in September," I say looking down at my drink.
"Awesome. I remember what it was like to be a teen. Those days were fun."
"What days were fun?" Rosalie said after she got off the phone.
"Being a teenager," Jessica says.
"Oh, those were fun days," Rosalie agrees. "You better enjoy your last year of being one before you have to be a real adult. But I guess you are one. At your age I was living at home and going to college."
"You're not in school?" Jessica asks. Her tone isn't judgemental, just curious.
"No, I was accepted but...I don't know what I want to do. I don't know if college is really for me." Half truth. Half lie.
"Oh, well that's fine. You still have tons of time to decide if you want to go," Jessica tells me. "I wasn't sure at first either."
Rose, I think sensing I'm a little uncomfortable suggests we pick a movie.
I let them pick because I've never seen any of the movies and none of them really sound that great to me.
The rest of the evening passes and I find myself actually like Jessica, despite the fact that I really, really want to hate her.
At a little after ten, Jessica yawns and stretches. "God, I'm going to have to run extra far tomorrow. Pretty sure I've eaten half my weekly caloric intake."
Rosalie laughs. "Right, Jessica. You're a stick. Don't even give me that."
"Really?" Jessica looks down at herself. "Thanks. Although we'll see how I look in a few months now that I've discovered the Red Velvet cupcakes at the Bella's bakery."
"Those are pretty good," I agree. "Mrs. Newton swears she uses a secret ingredient, but I have no clue what it is."
"Speaking of which..." Jessica looks nervous. "I went by the bakery yesterday to get one. You weren't there."
I wasn't. Mrs. Newton had given me the day off because I had worked a lot of extra hours. "I had the day off."
"So, who was the guy that was working there?" she asks.
I pause to think. The only other person that worked there sometimes was Renata. Unless Mrs. Newton's son, Mike had been there."
"He was tall, blonde hair, blue eyes," Jessica adds.
"That's Mike, he's the owners son."
"Is he hot, Bella? Single?" Rosalie asks, winking at me.
"Umm...he's single. I guess he's attractive," I say, feeling awkward.
"But there's like...nothing going on between you two, right?" Jessica asks.
"Right. Nothing going on. At all." I leave out part where Mike has asked me out a few times. I've always turned him down, anyways.
"Well, do you think maybe you could give him my number? I think he was interested yesterday, but it got kind of busy and I was a feeling a little shy."
I look over at Rosalie, who just shrugs and sips her drink.
"Sure...but I mean, what about Edward? Did something happen?" I internally winced. I sounded a little too eager.
"What about Edward?"
I stayed up extra late last night to write this. It's double the length they usually are! So there may or may not be a chapter later today.
To the anon reviewer that says I should update more frequently...it's hard enough to write daily and post twice a day! I'm kind of surprised I've been able to keep this up.