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Chapter 16

Saturday night came and I still hadn't seen my costume. The boys had already left to get ready at their place and Zach would meet us at the party. I was pacing a hole in the floor of my room trying to think up any excuse I could use to stay home. I was dressed in a robe and wearing blue three inch pumps. Liz was in her room getting ready and promised to bring my costume with her when she was done.

Just as I was about to make a break for it, Liz walked in. My jaw dropped in astonishment. Liz was wearing black, tight fitting vinyl pants with slashes across the thigh area. Her top was just a vinyl push-up bra with two criss-cross straps across her exposed stomach. On her head she wore a cat half-mask on her head and face. Voluminous waves of brown hair curled around her shoulders and down her back. The six inch heels made her legs look even longer. Realization dawned on me, Liz was dressed as Catwoman. She looked so beautiful that she could even give Rosalie a run for her money.

Her green eyes twinkled provocatively and she made a cat-like clawing motion with her hand while she purred seductively, "Meow."

"Wow Liz, you look amazing." I nervously eyed the black garment bag in her hand.

"Thanks. The guys should be here any minute now. Let's get you ready." She strolled toward the bed and unzipped the bag. "This is what you're wearing." She said, taking out the outfit and showed it to me.

I took one look at the costume in her hand and shouted, "Oh, hell no!" I made a run for the door. I didn't care that I was only clad in my underwear and robe. If I could only make it to my car, I planned to hide in it for the rest of the night.

Liz caught up with me before I reached the door and tackled me to the ground. "I knew you were going to do this. I don't care if I have to chase you around this apartment all night, you're going to wear this costume." Liz rolled me over and pinned my hands to my sides.

I tired to buck her off of me but it was to no avail. "Liz, get off."

We heard the front door open and close then Ryan appeared my doorway. I tilted my head and saw that Ryan was dressed as Rambo. His hair was messy with a red headband tied around his forehead. He was dressed in a green tank top and camouflage pants with black commando boots. His eyes bugged out and he mumbled something incoherently as he took in our compromising positions on the floor.

"Oh man. This is so hot. Please let me take a picture of this." He begged and I realized that the sash on my robe came loose in the struggle and my robe was wide open exposing my bra and panties. With Liz dressed as Catwoman, straddling and pinning me to the ground, we looked like we were in a porno.

Liz shot him a glare. "Beat it, Ryan."

"Ryan, you have to help me. Come get your crazy ass girlfriend off of me." I panted as I tried to buck her off me again.

Ryan raised his hands in surrender and backed away. "Sorry, Izzy, but you said it yourself. She's crazy and my self preservation instincts just kicked in. I'll wait for you girls in the living room with Taylor." But before he left there was a flash of light as he quickly snapped our picture. With that done he left me alone with my captor.

I snorted to myself. Some Rambo he was.

Liz tightened her grip on my arms and turned her attention back to me. "Now are we going to do this the easy way or am I going to have to put the costume on you myself?" Her eyes hardened with determination and her red lips tightened into a thin line. There was no doubt in my mind that Liz would do it. She was like Alice and Leah rolled into one. Lucky me.

"Fine," I sighed in defeat and stopped my struggling.

Smiling now, Liz hopped off me and walked to the door which she closed and locked. "Just incase you decide to freak out again. Now let's do your hair and makeup."

I sat in front of the mirror while Liz used a curling iron on my hair and when she was finished, my hair hung in bouncy curls around my head. A look I'd never been able to achieve on my own.

I grabbed her hand when she reached for her makeup kit. "Please keep the makeup light unless you plan on having me work a street corner later." I snapped.

Liz rolled her eyes. "Just shut up and let me work." I closed my eyes as she applied my make up and eye shadow. "Now take a look."

I opened my eyes to see her stepping away with a pleased expression on her face. I looked at the mirror and thought, Wow. Liz gave my eyes a smoky look and my lips were a glossy pink hue. I looked like me only beautiful. When Alice would go all 'Bella Barbie' on me I wouldn't look like myself at all and that bothered me. I loved the fact that I could still recognize myself under everything. I smiled.

Liz poked my shoulder. "See. I told you I know what I'm doing. Now let's get you into your costume."

I scrunched up my face and Liz's expression was back to a scolding one. "Don't even start with me. Do you want a repeat of earlier?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Then come on." She picked up my costume and held it out to me.

I put on my costume and Liz whistled. "You look stunning. Here have a look." Then she pushed me in the direction of my full length mirror.

I looked in the mirror and was shocked. I looked, dare I say it…sexy. I was wearing a dark blue strapless satin body suit, a collar and bow tie around my neck complete with satin cuffs, a fluffy bunny tail, a bunny ear headpiece and fishnet stockings. I was a freaking playboy bunny.

Since coming to Dartmouth, I went up one bra size and my hips got a little wider. The body suit accentuated my curves and cleavage. My pumps gave the illusion of longer, shapely legs. I looked like a vixen. This wasn't so bad. I couldn't hide my smile as I turned to Liz.

She hugged me. "Dillon is going to die when he see's you tonight, in addition to every man with a pulse. We're going to have so much fun tonight."

I squeezed her back. "Thanks, Liz."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the room's exit. "Come on, time to go meet the boys. I can't wait to see the expression on their faces."

I groaned. More attention and people staring at me. Just perfect.

We walked into the living room where Ryan and Taylor stood waiting.

Liz walked up to Ryan and his wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to whisper something that made Liz giggle. He turned to look at me and did a double take. He immediately went into what I called his 'protective big brother mode'. "Bloody hell. I'm really going to have my hands full tonight trying to keep an eye on you too. You look like a model right out of a magazine." Ryan and Liz turned away from me to talk to each other.

I felt a light blush creep up my cheeks. Thank god, my blushing had gotten better. Usually I would be a red tomato by now. I took a chance and threw a quick glance in Taylor's direction.

Holy shit! If Taylor Reed was attractive before he was drop dead gorgeous in his dark blue policeman uniform. As he sauntered over in my direction I took in his costume. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt, trousers and hat complete with handcuffs and a baton hanging off his belt. He looked like he should be in a calendar and I wondered for a second if his pants were the kind that snapped right off when tugged on. I shook my head and quickly squashed those thoughts. He would have to beat the women off with his baton tonight.

He stopped in front of me and his green eyes darkened with, what I hoped was appreciation, only. "You look beautiful, Isabella."

"Thanks. You look um… nice too." I had to say it. "Looking at you, I feel like I should be trying to stick dollar bills in your pants." I joked.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Really? Tell me, where on your costume, should I stick my dollar bills?"

I had the right to remain silent and I did. Instead, I turned my gaze to something on the floor. I nearly grew wings and flew out the door, when Liz asked if I was ready to go. On our way out of the apartment, Liz and I walked in front and the whole time I could feel eyes boring into what I prayed was my back. We all piled into Ryan's car and drove to the Alpha Theta frat house where the party was being held.

We parked in a campus lot and walked the rest of the way to the party. There were a lot of cars and people out that night. The Alpha Theta's were famous for their parties. The frat house itself was a large, two story, white building. There were people hanging out on the lawn in front of the house.

When Ryan noticed some of them were already drunk or passed out he turned to Liz and me. "Don't accept any drinks from anyone except us, okay? Also, I want you girls to stay close to us."

Liz looked at me and rolled her eyes but I thought Ryan's worrying was sort of sweet. I'd always wanted a brother. Just to appease Ryan, we nodded anyway. We walked in through the front door and the place was packed. Liz and I drew some inappropriate looks and downright leers from some of the guys. But a quick look at the intimidating figures of Ryan and Taylor and the quickly found something else to stare at. At first I was worried about being so underdressed but I relaxed when I saw quite a few girls wearing a whole lot less than I was. There was even one girl wearing strategically placed leaves. I figured out she was dressed as Eve.

Ryan went and got us drinks. I brought my cup to my nose and sniffed it. Whatever it was, it smelled sort of fruity. I took a sip, it didn't taste bad. We were mingling with the crowd and I hung out with a few people I knew from my classes. We'd been at the party for almost two hours and we still hadn't seen Zach.

I was finishing my drink when a deep voice I recognized spoke from behind me, "Hi there, sexy. Do you wanna to dance?"

I almost choked on my drink. Oh hell no!

I spun around to look at the very shocked eyes of Zach. His mouth hung open as he eyed me from head to toe. "Izzy?! What the hell?" He was dressed as Dracula. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing the classic fake teeth with the cape and everything. I shook my head. It was always amusing to see people pretending to be the very creatures that tried to murder me so many times in the past.

Behind him Ryan, Liz and Taylor were laughing at us having witnessed his attempt to pick me up. I raised an eyebrow and smirked, "So that's your big pick up line?"

He grinned lecherously and I knew that Zach was back to his usual self. "Damn, you look good. Maybe I should try to pick you up."

I rolled my eyes in amusement. "Oh please, Zach. Just get the hell away from me."

"So back to my earlier question. Do you want to dance?" Before I could answer Zack another voice I recognized interrupted us.

"What a fine looking wench." I spun around only to look into the blue eyes of Dillon. He was dressed as a pirate. He managed to look handsome and menacing at the same time. By this time the others had drifted over to stand behind me.

I decided to try my hand at some lame ass flirting. "Wench? I'll have you know I'm a bunny. So you're a pirate?" I was giggling too much. I was much too nervous to eat anything but a light breakfast that morning, so I suppose my drinking went right to my head.

His eyes roamed my figure. "I can see that you're a bunny but I'm not just any pirate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. The greatest pirate there ever was."

I heard Ryan snort softly behind me, "He's more like a butt pirate." Then he and the other guys snickered. Shortly after, I heard a muffled 'oomph' as he was elbowed in the stomach. Thank you, Liz.

I returned my attention to Dillon to see if he had overheard Ryan's comment but he was still blissfully ignorant and lost in playboy bunny land.

He smiled and held out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

But before I could answer him I was interrupted again. "Sorry, but Izzy already promised to dance with me." And with that Zach grabbed my hand and dragged me away to the dance floor. I looked over my shoulder at Dillon and mouthed a 'sorry'.

The song switched to 'The Way I Are'. I love this song. I closed my eyes and let the music thump through my body. I started swinging my hips to the music. Zach spun me around placing my back to his front while we danced. I think I was tipsy. I usually never danced for fear of embarrassment but this time I couldn't care less. For once I was having a good time. Angela was right, I could start over. Nobody had to know that I sometimes cried myself to sleep at night or that I used to be a vampire girl. I could be whoever I wanted to be.

When I looked around Liz and Ryan were wrapped around each other dancing next me and Taylor was dancing with a blonde girl dressed as a genie.

Zach was more of a 'you shake your ass while I try to grab it' kind of dancer. I learned that as I had to slap his hand away from my bunny tail many times. "Aw, come on, Izzy. You can't wear that tail and not expect me to try to touch it," Zach pouted.

I poked him in the chest. "You keep your hands off my ass, mister."

We danced for a bit longer then the song switched to 'Don't Stop the Music'. I saw Zach look over my shoulder, nod his head slightly then he was dancing with the blonde genie and I was dancing with Taylor. He seized my waist then turned me around where my back was to his chest. He began to move his hips in a circular motion and I followed suit. Good God, this man can dance. His hot breath tickled my neck and I shivered. I was grateful for the bunny tail separating our pelvises.

Do you know what you started?

I just came here to party

And now we're rocking on the dance floor

Actin naughty

I groaned silently. Truer words had never been sung. In my high state I could admit to myself that I was attracted to Taylor but I wasn't interested in dating anyone. Not while was still in mourning over the relationship with Jacob that never was. And even if I was ready to date again, I would never date Taylor. He was my roommate's brother and one of my closest friends. I was damaged goods and had way too many secrets that I could never tell. It would never work out between us and would destroy the relationship I had with everyone else when it ended. I wasn't sure about Zach but I knew if Liz and Ryan had to choose sides it would be Taylor's. So I would never go there.

Baby are you ready cause it's getting close

Don't you feel the passion ready to explode?

What goes on between us no-one has to know

This is a private show

Taylor's hands gripped my hips as he turned me around and pulled me to him. I allowed my hands to trail up his strong arms and I sighed inwardly. Even though I couldn't date him, he was still really nice to look at with that thick black hair, beautiful green eyes framed by ridiculously long eyelashes, a strong masculine jaw and a mouth that you just want to… okay never mind. I was aware that my cheeks were stained with a slight blush as Taylor raised one amused eyebrow at me and asked, "Are you drunk?"

I grinned, "No. Why? Do I look drunk?" The song ended and switched to 'Viva La Vida.'

Taylor's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized me but he was interrupted before he could answer.

"Mind if I cut in?" And Dillon magically appeared next to us. I smiled at him and Taylor reluctantly released his hold on my hips and stepped way looking annoyed.

Dillon took his place and we started dancing. "I'm really glad you came tonight." His blue eyes twinkle as I stared at his face. He really was handsome.

"I am too." And I really was. This was the most fun I'd had in a long time. I don't know why I was too self conscious to try it before but I loved dancing. It would be my new favorite thing to do.

"So can I ask you something?" Jeez, I hoped he wasn't planning to ask me out again.

"Okay, go ahead." I was starting to get a little light headed.

"Are you and that guy you were just dancing with together?" He smirked.

"Who Taylor? No we're not together. I already told you, I don't date." I was puzzled. Why would he think that?

"I just asked because of the way he looks at you. He hardly ever takes his eyes off of you, especially now that you're dancing with me." I looked around the room for Taylor and sure enough he was looking at us.

I decided to brush it off. "No. It's nothing like that. He's just a little over-protective in a brotherly way. That's all." I smiled up at him.

He turned on the charm and lightly brushed his fingers down my arms. "Brotherly way, huh? So if you were going date someone, would you date me?" Oh yeah. He was flirting.

I pressed my hands to his chest, peered up at him through my eyelashes and flirted right back. "Maybe I would." It was the most he would get out of me.

His eyes widened in surprise at my boldness but he quickly recovered. "So it's a date then? Whenever you're ready to date, that is." It wasn't a date but it was a date for a future date. I wasn't making any sense. I wondered just how many drinks did I have? Three or five?

I pushed those thoughts away as I smiled up at him. "Okay then." I slurred slightly.

We were interrupted when the gang appeared next to us. "Hey, you ready to go, Izzy?" A tipsy Liz slurred badly. She was drunk off her ass.

I wasn't ready to leave yet but my dizzy brain disagreed with me. "Sure, I'm ready. Bye, Dillon."

He smiled, "Goodnight, Izzy." Then he turned toward Ryan and his eyes hardened. "See you next week, pledge." Dillon said with a slight edge to his voice.

Ryan grinned and nodded.

Pledge? When the hell did that happen?

We waved to Zach on our way out. He was busy nibbling the blonde genie's neck and threw us a half hearted wave.

Halfway on our walk to the car Liz stumbled into me and we both fell on the grass. We both rolled around giggling like maniacs. Liz ended up on top of me when she slurred, "You're hot, Izzy. If I was gay I would totally do you." She would what now? I giggled. Man, Liz was completely gone.

Ryan stared at us with his mouth agape. "Izzy's drunk too. When the hell did that happen?" He picked Liz up bridal style. "Come on, boozy."

Taylor stood me on my feet and wrapped his arm around my waist while we walked the rest of the way to the car. I crawled into the backseat and stretched out. I was sleepy. Taylor had to sit with my feet in his lap. At some point in the ride home I drifted of to sleep. I vaguely remembered being moved and then I was on my bed. Not bothering to open my eyes, I grabbed my pillow and went back to sleep.

A/N:Hope you liked Bella's costume. Liz is so crazy.I love her personality.

I wanted Bella to cut loose. The girl really needed to have some fun.

Coming up next, Bella has yet another embarrassing experience and the pledge craziness will begin.

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