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Chapter Five: Midnight Fever

BPOV

The money felt so heavy I could barely believe it.. It was only like 200 or something. I didn't really count since my birthday. My mouth with dry and all I could smell was alcohol and Edward. I felt Edward's feather like touch at the small of my back. Alice walked over to me, her hand unlacing with Jasper's hand. I took a large gulp.

"Bella! What are you doing here?" Alice said, her chipper voice high and excited.

"I…" I paused, wondering what I really am doing here… Edward said he was going to show me how real dancing is and how good some of the people are here that don't get to dance.

"She's here to dance, of course." Edward said in a melodic voice, smiling down at me. I smiled and looked down at my feet.

"But how'd you ditch Mike?" Rosalie asked as she walked over with the beefy Emmett McCarthy.

"I told him I wasn't feeling well…" I said as I again, looked down at my tennis shoes.

"Bella! You naughty little girl. That's the same thing you told mom and dad!" Rosalie said laughing, I looked down; then a realization hit me… How was she here?

"Wait… How are you here?" I asked narrowing my eyes.

"Same way you are." Rosalie shrugged and laughed, "great minds think alike." I laughed with her as I was handed a drink from Jasper. I smiled and thanked him as I took a sip. It was spiked punch.

"It's spiked." I whispered to Rosalie, she nodded her head and smiled.

"That's the idea." Rosalie said smiling. I grimaced… Why do I have to be the good one? It's frustrating.

"Rosalie, we're too young to drink, and they're not supposed to serve us alcohol either." I said looking away from the boys who were now conversing as us three were.

"Bella, live a little, eh?" Rosalie said as she pushed my cup to my lips. I sighed and took another sip of the red liquid that burned my throat and made my stomach feel oddly warm. My eyes started to focus purely on those who were dancing on the floor, a pair of people who had dark skin. They weren't doing any traditional dance, or a foreign dance that I've seen before or Edward has taught me. It was one of their own design it seemed. I admired their boisterous dancing. It was very risky. It wasn't like any mambo you'd see out on the dance floor. It was just something that was made to be close to someone. No, even if it was a formal dance, I don't think it'd be out on a dance floor at this country club.

Rosalie walked off and started with Emmett and Alice walked away, winked and she went to go dance with Jasper. I looked down at my feet, the cool drink in my hand sending a chill up my spine and a burning in my empty stomach.

"Do you want to dance?" Edward asked gentlemanly-like. I blushed, but sat down my cup and took his hand.

"I don't know this dance, though." I said sheepishly, Edward smiled and laughed lightly.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm a good teacher." Edward promised, I laughed and nodded my head slowly. "Bend your knees, and put one in between my legs, be careful, don't knee me." Edward instructed, I did as he said, then he grabbed me and pulled me close and started the motion with his hips, I followed it, my eyes looking around. Rosalie and Alice were being taught the same dance. Edward grabbed my jaw.

"Look at me." Edward said in a husky voice. I nodded my head and only looked at him instead of others. I felt like my body was being taken over by the burning feeling in my stomach and placing it in my chest, hands, feet, head, everywhere. As Edward's hands traced my hips and my back I felt slightly up in the air. Like I was unable to control my actions and all that I could do was just feel the way his hands felt on me, the way his hips shuttered into mine and the way his lips felt against my ear, whispering the steps I was to follow.

The song changed, and so did Edward's body language. I straightened up only to find Tanya there. I smiled politely.

"Edward, what is she doing here?" Tanya said under her breath, "we could all get fired if ms. Goody-two-shoes and her friends go tell her father."

"I'm not going to tell anyone." I mumbled.

"Look, why don't you just go back to your-"I cut Tanya off as she spoke with an envelope.

"I brought you something." I said to her, she pulled me off of the dance floor with Edward. For such a scrawny woman she sure as hell had a grip on her.

"Is this from Mike?" Tanya asked as she took the envelope and counted the money.

"No, you were right about him." I said quietly, Tanya quickly paused and looked down at the envelope.

"Then where is it from?" She asked soberly.

"Well, you said you needed it." I said quietly, Tyler came up behind us and laughed.

"Takes a saint to ask your father." Tyler uttered.

"I didn't ask him." I said under my breath.

"Thanks Bella, but I can't take it." Tanya said as she pulled Edward to the dance floor. Tanya just danced slowly with Edward, Edward turned her head.

"You should take the money, Tanya. You're trying to go to college. You need that money." Edward tried to persuade her.

"Even if I did take the money, I can't get an appointment. The only appointment is on Thursday, and that's when we open for the Sheldrake." Tanya said as she turned her face away, tears flashed in her eyes.

"Can't someone else work?" I asked innocently. Tyler glared at me and laughed.

"No, someone else can't work." Edward said softly, "everyone works here, Bella."

I could tell that he didn't want to hurt my feelings by calling me a stupid girl. That I didn't know how the real world worked because my daddy and mommy sheltered me my whole life. I know what goes on in the world, all the political events, everything that is going on in the Middle East… And yet, I am sheltered. I've never technically had to work for money. Mom and Dad always made sure I had spending money if Rosalie and I wanted it. Meanwhile, the Cullen's made their family work hard for money, they didn't just hand it to them, which sort of surprised me. They were extremely wealthy. Same with the Newton's; they make Mike work for his money. But something tells me, he's a greedy child.

"What if…" I paused and looked away, "never mind."

"No. What if you what?" Tanya asked looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"I could do the act at the Sheldrake." I said innocently. Everyone paused and looked at me, astonished. As if I'd actually come up with a plan like this… As if I'd be the one to shell over the money for an illegal procedure. It took everyone a second to gain composure and actually respond to what I had just said.

"No, absolutely not." Edward said as he stopped dancing completely, Tanya's face light up.

"Think about it, Edward. I'll be in and out in no time." Tanya said smiling at Edward. "Come on, Eddy. I want to go to college. Help me out here." Edward scratched his head.

"No offence Bella, but you're not ready. You're a little rough around the edges." Edward sighed and looked at me seriously. "Are you sure you want to do this, Bella?" I looked down at my feet. The two feet that my whole life, have left me fall on my face, trip on a flat surface, and even fall up stairs. I smiled sheepishly and nodded my head.

"I think so."

"Good! See!" Tanya said with a gregarious look on her face.

"You and I will train for two weeks before it happens. You need all the training you can get." Edward said as he walked away and grabbed a bottle of beer. I looked down, feeling as if I have done something wrong.

"Thank you, so much Bella." Tanya said smiling at me, I nodded my head as I took a small sip of the fire- drink I held in my hand. Observed the dancing once more before going over to the door, looking at Alice, giving her a smile and nodded toward the door, she nodded her head, understanding completely.

"Bella!" Edward called after me; I looked back before walking out the door. "Practice starts after 9 in the morning and goes until 5." Edward said looking at me strictly.

"Of course," I said as I walked out of the smoky house or shack… Whatever that place was.

I was walking back to my cabin when I heard someone whispering in a hushed tone to be quiet to someone. I heard a girl giggle and the male voice sounded aggravated.

"I told you to be quiet you whore." The voice said aggressively.

"You can't talk to me like that!" The girl growled back, she started to turn to leave, I saw a glimpse of her, it was the one girl Jessica.

"I can and I will." The male finally came into the light. It was Mike.

"Hey!" I said as I walked over to Jessica. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked as I helped Jessica away from him.

"Bella, hey! What are you doing here?" Mike asked as he scratched the back of his head. He had hair disheveled, his clothes weren't righted at all, and neither was Jessica's. They were messing around. Not odd for kids our age, considering how old we are. But it's a bit disgusting.

"Obviously being at the wrong place at the right time." I said as I looked over at Jessica. "Are you alright?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine," she sneered.

"I was just trying to help you." I was confused.

"Yeah, well I don't need any help from anyone I can take care of myself, alright?" She said as she brushed herself off and walked away from Mike and I.

"Yeah, sure." I laughed and walked away. For some reason these girls around here think that they can take care of themselves, but then turn around, I always end up saving their ass. Just like Tanya... Not that she was ever rude to me. But it's true. And I never mean to be rude and mean, resentful but I can't help it. When I offer help, I want people to, I guess admit that they are weak and take my help, but instead they won't. At first they'll refuse it until they have no choice but to take my help. Whether they want to or not.

"Look," I heard Mike call from behind me; I turned back, laughing because I knew exactly what he planned on selling me. I wasn't buying. "You didn't see what you think you saw." Mike said ruffling his hair.

"Do not tell me what I did and didn't see, Mike. I know what I saw. You're scum." I spat at him as I turned to walk away, he grabbed me. I looked at him, shocked.

"Look, Bella, you can't go telling people-"

"Get your filthy hand off of me, first off. Or do you want to see the other side of the bars? My father will arrest you quicker than shit. Second, I will tell or not tell who ever I damn well want to. Leave me alone. Now," I said as I walked away from Mike.

As soon as I got in range of our cabin I took my heels off and tip toed into my and Rosalie's room. I put my hair in a rope braid and put on a baggy tee shirt. I laid in bed for a little. My stomach still warm, a dizzy feeling starting to set in my head, my mouth surprisingly dry and in need of water. I just stayed in bed, though.

My eyes opened, my mouth dry, head slightly aching. I looked over, there was Rosalie, and a man's shirt draped over her. She was sleeping soundly, her make up smeared, lipstick blotted off. Someone had been kissing my sister. I smiled and got up out of bed, my body was slightly sore from dancing lessons. I was use to that by now, though.

"Bella, Rose, Sweets it's time to wake up!" I heard my mother call, my eyes got wide and I rushed to the door, hiding Rose from my mother's view.

"Morning mom," I said smiling, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Where's Rosalie?" Mom asked, I smiled and looked behind me.

"She's still sleeping, I'll wake her, she was tossing and turning all night. I think it was the heat." I said smiling, lying for my sister… I never lied…

"Oh, okay dear. Thank you! I want you guys ready for breakfast in an hour!" Mom yelled at me, I sighed and turned to Rosalie.

"Rose, Rose, wake up!" I pushed her shoulder slightly; she opened her glorious blue-violet eyes to look at me. Gorgeous.

"Hey," she said smiling softly.

"Morning sleepy head. Mom says she wants us ready in an hour. So we need to take quick showers." I said as I ran to the bathroom for the first shower.

"IsaBELLA!" Rosalie yelled at me for stealing the shower first. I smiled and laughed in the shower.

"Come on ROSE-alie. It's not like you need hot water." I said smiling out of the shower curtain. She glared at me as she brushed her teeth.

I sat at breakfast, watching Tanya eat carefully. Not gracefully, but carefully. She stayed away from a lot of red meat, only ate 2 slices of bacon. She ate a grape fruit, a banana, two roles with strawberry rhubarb jam, and three goblets of orange juice. She was taking care of the baby… Or is this how she usually ate? I'm unable to tell. I'm only able to observe and make assumptions about what I have observed.

"Bella, are you doing to do your dance lessons?" Rosalie asked, smiling at me.

"Oh! Yes, full day activity, mine's dance." I was embarrassed, everyone had their attention on me, and here I am, watching Tanya eat. I must look like someone who is obsessive, or possibly just people-watching. My father people-watches. He says it's a habit. He's always on the prowl to see if anyone is a criminal or up to no good. Usually father is an impeccable judge of character… So why is Mike still invited to our table every day for every meal? Oh, right. Maybe it's the fact that Mike is a snake charmer.

"Does he give you the right amount of time?" Mike pondered, making every one give me attention.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen is very professional." I said bitterly at him. I didn't want to talk to Mike, or Jessica for that matter. I felt oddly uneasy this morning, and it was all Mike's fault. Or it could be the mild head ache I was suffering.

"Mr. Cullen, huh? Why don't you call me Mr. Newton?" Mike asked laughing, I looked over seriously.

"Because you do not teach anything or have a gentlemanly bone in your body there for you have no prestige and requirement of respect about you." I answered honestly.

"Isabella!" My mother yelled, her general shock was apparent on her face, same as everyone at the table. "Apologize, now!" My mother demanded.

"I am sorry that I feel that way, Michael." I said as I stood up and looked at my parents. "May I be excused?" I asked politely.

"We're going to talk later, young lady." My father promised, I nodded my head accordingly.

"Of course, Daddy." I said as I walked backwards until clear of my table and turned around to see Edward, with a smile on his face.