Bella's POV

2 weeks later

Kyle and I had been hanging out a lot since he made it clear we were only close friends. And it wasn't at all awkward... not for him at least. I, on the other hand, tried everything in my power to try to make him want me. I never was good at being sexy nor did I know how but I was sure I was doing it right by the way other guys would look at me. After a few attempts I started to question whether or not he was gay. The outfits got more and more revealing but he just wouldn't budge.

The days we would skip school, which was everyday for the past two weeks, he would come over to my place. Charlie was always at work so he wouldn't know. He still thought I was a good girl just going through a break-up phase. The face he made when he saw my choice in attire was priceless. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I was sure he was going to be like every other dad and tell me to march upstairs and put on something that actually covered my chest and bum, but what could he do? I was eighteen now and old enough to make my own decisions and I knew he didn't want to lose me again. And I wouldn't do that to him, not after the crap I've put him through. I was truly sorry for that.

Skipping school made me feel like it was doing that to him again, but you know what they say. What daddy don't know, won't hurt him. But let's just hope he never knows.

The school called a few times to find out where I was or what happened to me, but Kyle, being the awesome person he was, bailed me out of trouble by mimicking Charlie's voice. I told him most of what happened apart from the rape but he didn't need to know that it happened for him to understand what I was going through. He knew I couldn't go back to school and face the Cullens. He was the only person I could talk to and when I was with him it didn't hurt when I mentioned their names.

"Hey, you wanna go to a party?" he asked, as I walked into the room. He was just closing his phone and I had just got out the shower.

"A party... at your place?" I questioned. I had never seen his house and a part of me desperately wanted to know where it was.

He looked down at his hands then back at me, a look of sadness in his eyes.

"No, a friend of mines from the tattoo parlor. You remember Layla right?" excitement dripping back into his voice, turning back to the cheery Kyle I've grown accustomed to. This happened often when I asked him of his house or what his family was like and after several attempts of trying to figure what was the matter, I began to ignore it, knowing he wouldn't tell me. He wasn't as open about his problems. He trusted me, but didn't want me to feel pity for him. We were alike in that way.

"Yeah," I said answering his last question.

Layla was short with pink hair that stayed in a mohawk. She always wore a pink skirt, black top and red boots every time I saw her, but were never the same outfits. I always wondered what her closet must looked like. Different shades and textures of pink. It kind of scared me. I hate pink.

I went over to my closet and looked through my new wardrobe. Layla seemed like the party type so I'm guessing it's going to be huge.

Edward's POV

Bella hadn't been to school and I was beginning to worry. I, of course, thought of going to her house and begging for forgiveness and even though Alice wanted to do the same, she thought we should give her time and space. It would only make her hate us more if we pushed her into it.

I requested Alice to at least make sure she was alright and though she was opposed to ease dropping she too was worried.

I wondered if she was having a vision of someone Bella was with when I saw a tall, black haired girl with red highlights. I then realized it WAS her. She changed her appearance completely. What in the the world possessed her to get a tattoo and piercings? Her clothes were showing what I thought were for my eyes only but realized I lost that privilege long ago.

When it ended, Alice was smiling. Approving of her outfit and new look, liking it much better than her old one. I shook my head, she was perfect the way she was.

Without warning, another vision came to her. This one was different. Bella was dancing with someone and the people around her kept calling her Izzy.

Kyle... He was the pervert she was dancing with. In the beginning of the year, he would sit behind us only to watch Bella and in his mind, undress her. It was disgusting and numerous times I almost lost my temper.

Where was she? Bella was never into dancing, never mind being in the spotlight. But she seemed to be enjoying herself, and I was happy she finally came out of her shell.

Bella's POV

When we got to the party huge speakers were blaring Neon Trees and people I didn't even know greeted me, calling me Izzy. And few guys winked at me before Kyle warned them to watch what they were looking at. I worried I was drawing too much of the wrong attention. And when someone grabbed my ass my breath caught in my throat. Was he here?I turned around but realized there was no way I would find him with so many people around.

"Wanna dance?" a male voice asked. I turned again and came face to face with a tall, muscular man. He was buff, but not in a good way. He looked looked like he spent too much time in the gym; almost like a laundry bag full of meat. It was disgusting. I choked in my own words, not knowing how to let him down easy.

"Sorry, she's with me," Kyle told him whilst grabbing my arm and pulling me to the dance floor.

"Thanks!" I shouted over the loud music. He nodded and started dancing. He looked really goofy, but not one person was laughing or even staring at him. Was this how guys dance?

"C'mon!" he shouted, still dancing. "You gonna leave me here dancing alone?"

I looked around, not knowing what to do, I watched what other girls were doing. Most were dancing up on guys they probably didn't even know. They were practically having sex on the dance floor. Hey, if this was the style, why not? I quickly grabbed Kyle, one arm around his neck, the other in my hair, and moved close to him. Both our groins together. I got lost in the song and didn't even notice the crowd of people gathering around us. When the song was over people whooed and applauded us. Mostly for how sexual we were being. Kyle didn't look like he had a problem with it. I thought we were up for an encore but then another girl walked up.

"Kyle?" she asked with a smile on her face. Hr turned around and a smile grew on his face as well.

"Amy?" he asked sounding almost astonished. "I haven't seen you since Jr. High."

They hugged and began talking, completely forgetting about me. I felt left out and awkward. I never minded being alone but something about this time made me feel like a third wheel. Being in the background with no one to talk to. I walked away, looking for that guy that looked like laundry meat.

I was suddenly lost in the crowd; people shoving me in different directions as they danced. Eventually I fell and was nearly stepped on before I crawled away to an empty corner, pulling my knees up to my chest. I felt tears coming on and shut my eyes tight. I wasn't going to cry over some guy, not again. I refused to shed tears over something so petty.

I wanted to go home, but Kyle was my ride here. I hated him at the moment but he was the only one I trusted enough to get me home safely and so I began looking through the crowd asking people of they'd seen him. No one had, until I got to Layla who told me he went upstairs to one of the bedrooms. I stumbled up the steps looking though every room until I finally found him. He was on the floor in front of a coffee table and Amy. In his hand was a straw and his nose was bleeding. My eyes widened in alarm then shock when I found the cause of it. There on the table was five lines of cocaine. I scared me to know that he did this. Drugs had a very strong effect on the body and mind. They can change you to a completely different person.

"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised that my voice came out calm when I was really filled with rage.

"Izzy... It doesn't hurt anymore..." he told me. I looked between the two of them. She snickered and took the straw from him, snorting a whole two lines. This told me she was a pro and probably did this every night. She wiped her nose of any residue and held the straw up to me.

"Wanna try?" she asked. I looked at her like she'd grown another head. Doing drugs was a one-way ticket to jail, a place I thought and grew up to believe was hell.

"C'mon Isabella!" Kyle urged. He opened his mouth as if to say something but stopped short and raised his hand to his face. He licked his and hand.

"I taste like rainbow," he said to himself. He then shoved his whole hand into his mouth and laid on his side with a sigh. If this was how drugs made Kyle act, I wanted to part in it.

"It'll make you happy," Amy promised. If she rely thought I was that naïve she had another thing coming. "You see how happy Kyle is... It can do the same for you."

I shook my head and closed the door.

Okay, tell me what you think because it took me only today to write this. I think I did good on such short notice. Mads0728 found the story I was looking for so thank her or else I would've taken forever to post. So is anything confusing to anyone? Tell me know.