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A/N: Also thanks to my awesome Beta, Blueboarderchick.

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Chapter 32

Later that night, the girls piled into my car and drove to Jimmy's Bar singing Famous Last Words at the top of our lungs. Even Leah started singing after we coaxed her, feeling more and more confident and comfortable around us.

Grinning enthusiastically from her place in the driver seat, Liz cheered, "Atta, girl!" She then joined us in our slightly off-key singing/shouting, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

I am not afraid to keep on living,

I am not afraid to walk this world alone!

The boys followed behind us in Ryan's car. We were dressed to the nines in our skinny jeans and boots. As this was Leah's last night with us we planned to get crazy and have loads of fun. I wanted her to have some good memories to help with the pain the next time she saw Sam and Emily together in their newly-wedded bliss.

After parking the car, we got out then strolled into the bar. The place was so crowded, that we had trouble finding an empty table. But after a few moments we were able to locate one in the corner of the room. The boys managed to find some extra unoccupied chairs, pulling them to our table.

As Liz plopped herself on Ryan's lap, I decided to go sit in the chair next to them. Zach mistakenly assumed I was about to sit in the empty chair between Taylor and Leah, then accidentally bumped me out of the way. I fell sideways landing on Taylor's lap. In an attempt to steady me, one of Taylor's hands gripped my thigh while the other found a place on the naked skin of my back. He said nothing as he ran his blazing eyes over my outfit, making me blush in the process.

Seeing where I'd landed, Zach issued an insincere apology around his wide grin. "Oops. I'm real sorry, Izzy."

With all the dignity I could muster, I carefully removed myself from Taylor's lap, mumbling sorry. Making sure to step on Zach's foot on my way to my seat, I was rewarded with his painful hiss. Sorry my ass.

After I'd deposited myself in my seat, we spent the next hour or so drinking, talking and laughing. Liz nudged me with her foot under the table. When I looked at her in silent inquiry, she inclined her head in Leah and Zach's direction. Turning my head, I observed their body language. Zach's hand was thrown over the back of Leah's chair with his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare shoulder. Meanwhile, Leah was leaning in close to listen to what he was saying. I knew damn well Leah would have been able to hear Zach from across the bar. So her position was a good sign. I turned back to Liz with a knowing smile on my lips. I was expecting to sleep alone tonight. Good for Leah, she deserved to have a good time.

Making sure to keep my eyes on the table, I raised my glass to my lips and took a sip of my Kamikaze. Once again I could feel Taylor's eyes boring into me from across the table. Oh hell, not again. His intense stare made me feel even more naked in my red, low cut, cleavage showing halter top. Liz insisted I wear it to show off my sextacular tattoo. Her words not mine. I didn't mind so much. I was actually proud of my tattoo and looked at it as a step away from my former self. It made me feel powerful and brave, like I could do anything.

Finally, I lifted my gaze to look at him. Taylor lounged back in his chair looking completely relaxed. His grey t-shirt peeked out from under his black leather jacket making him look like the ultimate bad boy. Thick, black hair fell into his piercing green eyes that languidly traveled from my cleavage to my face. When those eyes locked onto mine, I knew he was telling me, without words, that he was enjoying the view. He took a swig from his bottle without removing his eyes from me, and I whined inwardly, why does he always have to look so good? I was grateful for having extracted a promise from Leah that, no matter how drunk I got, I would wake up alone tomorrow. Deep inside, I knew that the next time I woke up in Taylor Reed's bed, I would be ass naked. I was already nursing a buzz, and anticipating another wild night.

Suddenly, Taylor tore his gaze from mine to look at something behind me. To someone who didn't know him, the changes in his moods were hard to detect. But I noticed the slight narrowing of his eyes and the tightening of his jaw. Taylor was annoyed, and I knew there was one person he made that face for. A glance at Liz's smirking expression was enough to confirm my suspicions. Dillon Buchanon had spotted me and was currently on his way over to our table.

I heard his deep voice behind me, "How's my girl?"

Next to me, Ryan muttered softly, his girl? From her place on his lap, Liz shushed him gently.

Turning around in my chair, I smiled in response. "When I see her, I'll be sure to ask her." My comment elicited a few laughs. Some were smothered laughs while others were outright. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where the loud laughs came from. Over the past two years, the guys never warmed up to Dillon.

Dillon smiled, completely unfazed by my reply as he was used to my particular brand of humor. Taking Dillon's outstretched hand, I allowed him to pull me off my seat and wrap me in a hug. I pulled away and introduced him to Leah and Angela. "Dillon, you know the guys. I'd like you to meet my friends Leah and Angela."

Dillon tore his gaze away from my body and grinned, "Nice to meet you girls."

Leah wrinkled her nose slightly, mumbling a brief hello. I knew what that meant. She didn't like him. I wondered if her dislike had anything to do with something Zach said might have about Dillon. Angela cocked an eyebrow and smiled softly, "Nice to meet you." At least she was willing to give him a shot before making up her mind.

Ignoring the chilly reception he received from the guys, Dillon gestured to a table on the other end of the bar. "Come say hello to the guys."

I didn't want to be rude, but I also didn't really want to leave my friends. Seeing my hesitation, Liz interjected, "It's cool, Izzy. We'll see you later." This earned her disapproving glares from Ryan and Zach. Taylor remained silent, looking at Dillon with slightly hardened features. Dillon's blue eyes glinted as he stared back at Taylor with a male challenge flashing in his eyes. What the hell's going on with them?

"Okay, I'll be right back." Dillon's smile was one of pure satisfaction as he placed his hand on my back and led me across to his table where two of his closest friends sat.

Slipping into the chair next to Dillon, I greeted his friends. "Hey, Brad. Hi, Preston." Preston raised his glass in silent acknowledgement while Brad looked me over with his brown eyes.

"Wow, Izzy. It's nice to see the girls out tonight." He perused my breasts while giving me his patented, panty dropping grin that he used to lure women in. Whenever his grin failed to work, he wasn't above using his money to impress women. Brad only flirted with women who he considered to be worth his time, but he must have been drunk to openly ogle me in front of Dillon. There'd always been a silent rule between Dillon and his friends that none of them would ever hit on me and thus, I was to be treated as if I were already Dillon's girlfriend.

Dillon bristled and snapped, "Why don't you save it for Muffy? I think I saw her in the crowd tonight."

At the mention of Muffy's name, Brad scowled. "That was a low blow." Muffy and Brad dated in their freshman year of college until she dumped him for a guy with a larger trust fund. He wasn't in love with Muffy, but her rejection damaged his over inflated ego considerably.

Preston, forever the peacemaker, decided to interrupt before an argument ensued. "Gentlemen, I think you should relax. Dillon, you know how Brad gets when he's drinking. Besides, there are much better things for you to occupy your time with." Preston fixed me with a smile as he said the last part, and I understood why women chased him. Preston had the look of a bored aristocrat and someone who'd seen it all, done it all. He usually held himself aloof from everyone else, but once he decided to pay attention to you, watch out.

Having decided that his friends were being a bit too friendly to me, Dillon guided me to the dance floor. He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me to him as we began to dance. Hmm… Dillon wasn't a bad dancer at all. He ran his fingers through my freshly straighten hair, pausing to tuck some behind my ear. "Your hair looks nice." Dillon leaned in close, blowing warm air as whispered in my ear. "By the way, that tattoo is so fucking hot." He smiled sexily; turning on the Dillon Buchanon charm he was famous around campus for.

My cheeks burned as he lightly skimmed his fingers across the exposed skin on my lower back. A small part of me was embarrassed, until I realized that a golden opportunity had presented itself in the form of a handsome, blue-eyed man. This was my chance to get on and move forward with my life. Dillon was perfect for me because he wasn't the serious commitment type of guy. Our relationship would have no future as Dillon only had one more year of college left. And he just might be what I needed to keep me from pawing a certain Spanish man.

I lifted my gaze with the intention of saying thanks, but instead I blurted, "Would you like to go out with me!" Crap! Way to go. Now he thinks I have verbal diarrhea.

Dillon's face was a mixture of disbelief and surprise. He'd been chasing me for two years with no success. But here I was, taking the initiative and asking him out. I bit my lip nervously, tasting my cherry flavored lip gloss. This was my first time asking a guy out, and already I was convinced I'd screwed it up horribly.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to say never mind, Dillon quickly recovered, "When?"

I paused in contemplation for a moment. I hadn't planned that far ahead. Leah was heading back tomorrow. Angela was leaving the day after, and the fall semester was due to commence in four days. "How about next Friday?"

"Friday sounds perfect. I'll make the necessary arrangements." He grinned confidently. Arrangements? What the hell?

Deciding to stop him before he went overboard, I cautioned, "Hey, try not to get too carried away, Dillon. It's just a date."

With raised eyebrows, Dillon replied, "Just a date? Oh no. I've been looking forward to this for two years now. If we're gonna do this, then we're gonna do this right."

"Okay," I answered slowly. It wasn't a big deal to me what we did on our date, but if it meant so much to him, then whatever.

Dillon's blue eyes sparkled as he held me closer to him. My mind wandered to my friends. Liz would be ecstatic when she found out about my upcoming date, but I was worried about the guys' reaction. Taylor's in particular. I knew he would be less than pleased that I was going out with Dillon, but he would have to get over it. I'd established a few rules for myself, and one of them was never to sleep with my friends. Crossing that line would mess things up between us, and I was fine with things the way they were. Plus to be honest, Taylor was much too important to me to just have fun with like that.

Our dance was interrupted by Liz. "Hey, you guys. Can I cut in?"

Dillon frowned in confusion. Like me, he was befuddled as to why Liz would want to dance with him. Moving away from Dillon, I told him, "It's all right, go ahead."

Liz laughed at me as if to say, oh no, you silly girl. "No, I'm here to dance with you, Izzy."

Dillon appeared intrigued as he stepped away from us. "Well, this is one time I'm not upset someone cut in while I was dancing with a beautiful woman." He slinked off to the side to watch us dance. I bit back a sigh. Every man's fantasy.

She then took Dillon's place, wrapping her arms around me, just as Disturbia began to play. Liz turned me around, placing my back to her front, then started dancing to the beat. Following her lead, I began to sway my body to the music. I turned my head to the side and asked, "What's your deal, Liz?" I knew that she wouldn't interrupt my dancing with Dillon for nothing.

Leaning in close to my ear, Liz said, "Guess who's here tonight."

"Who?" I probed.

"Amber Hodge, that's who." Ah hell, our archenemy.

Dartmouth definitely had its share of rich, stuck-up bitches, and Amber Hodge was the queen of them all. Amber and her minions were also from Beverly Hills and attended the same academy as Dillon. According to him, Amber was from old money and they dated briefly five years ago. I saw the look on her face when Dillon introduced us. The I'm better than you look. When I mentioned it to Dillon, he just laughed it off saying she didn't mean anything by it and I shouldn't take it personally. I didn't like her either as she always seemed to exude an air of superiority to everyone around. To Liz, Amber represented everything she hated about growing up amongst the socially elite, and the fact that Amber didn't like me only fueled Liz's dislike of her.

I should have known she was here when Dillon said he saw Muffy in the crowd earlier. Amber, Muffy and Brittany never went anywhere without each other. Liz continued, "And just guess who she's slithering all over tonight? My brother."

Twisting my head, my eyes searched the bar until they landed on the unmistakably blond figure of Amber Hodge, in the seat next to Taylor. Amber's hand was on his arm as she smiled at him, batting what I thought to be false eyelashes. I watched through narrowed eyes as Amber leaned forward, trying to flash her cleavage at Taylor. She was like a fisherman dangling her bait. Vindictive glee curled in stomach when Amber pouted in dismay. It seemed that Taylor refused to bite, choosing to keep his eyes on her face. Good boy.

A small, humoring smile played on Taylor's lips as he indulged her in, what I was sure to be, inane chattering. Irritation prickled along my spine. I'd seen her checking him out in the past but, until tonight, she'd never approached him. Amber only went after men that had any of these three things; wealth, looks and an air of unattainability. And damn everything to hell if Taylor didn't have all three of those things. A pang of jealousy shot through my body, and I ruthlessly snuffed it out.

Liz turned me around to face her and began grinding her body against mine. "Well?" She asked expectantly.

"Well, what?" I queried with raised eyebrows.

"Aren't you going over there?" What the hell? Did Liz think I had some sort of interest in her brother?

Now it made sense why she was here. She wanted me to go over there and put an end to Amber. Probably wanting me to stake her through the heart. As if such a thing was possible. Evil couldn't be stopped so easily. "Liz, I don't like Amber either, but I think your brother can protect himself. Besides, it's none of my business."

Liz sighed in exasperation. "It is your business. It's your right as his-" She paused abruptly before continuing, "umm… best friend to protect him from barracudas like Amber."

I laughed at the ridiculous image of tiny me protecting Taylor's massive form as a large vulture with Amber's head circled above us. "Taylor hardly needs my protection, Liz. He's a grown ass man. If he's not interested, he'll let her know."

Liz's mouth opened in outrage. "What do you mean if? She's not his type."

I snorted in disbelief. "Right, because men turn down tall, blond haired, thin, and big breasted women all the time."

Liz spoke a bit forcefully. "Listen to me, Izzy. Amber Hodge is not my brother's type. Besides, those big breasts are big fake breasts."

Slipping my hand around her waist, I asked, "Do you really think men care that her breasts are implants?"

She spoke with conviction. "My brother will never go for her."

"Well then, you have nothing to worry about." I reasoned.

Liz looked at me for a long moment, opened her mouth then closed it, pressing her lips together in annoyance, and we continued to sway. I'd won the argument, and she knew it. Suddenly, I noticed that our dancing had drawn the attention of the men around us. I could only imagine the sight we made. Two girls grinding on each other. They watched us with lust and longing in their eyes. A few of them looked like they wanted to come over and dance with us but thought we were a couple.

"Liz, we look like a lesbian couple," I remarked.

Liz smirked. "Bitch, please. I could get way hotter tail than you."

"Like who?" I asked in amused curiosity.

"Like me." Leah spoke up from behind me, causing me to jump slightly. She then joined us, raising her hands above her head and moving her body in time with the music.

Angela's voice chimed in laughingly whilst gyrating her hips sexily. "Really, Leah? I'm surprised, because I always thought you were a sausage and beans kind of girl." We all shared a laugh as we danced around each other, twisting and twirling.

I noticed that the guys had moved from the table and were standing, watching us dance. Amber wasn't anywhere in sight. It seemed like Taylor had managed to shake Amber off. At least for now. A grinning Zach was in sleazy director mode, filming us with his camcorder. He'd brought his camera tonight in the hopes of capturing some more crazy times. He said we'd be immortalized forever in his Girls Gone Wild movie.

As the night went on, there was more dancing, I downed shots with Dillon and his friends and the rest was a blur. The following morning, I would wake up to find that the she-wolf had failed to keep her promise. Not only would I have company, but I would also discover that I did a few things I would not be proud of.

A/N: Who did Bella wake up with?

What did she do the night before?

Seems that Amber has her sights set on Taylor.

What will Bella do?

Coming up next: Bar fights,hooker dancing and the camera that captured it all.

Also, more Leah and Zach then we say goodbye to our she-wolf. (cries)

Lyrics from the song in the beginning are from My Chemical Romance's song Famous Last Words.

Now I'm wondering whether or not to break my one week update limit and give you guys another update this Thursday instead of next week.