I swear I'm trying to update sooner than what I am but this is really hard when the only way I can do it is on my mom's laptop or write it on paper then type what I wrote. I'll try harder. Promise. I hope you like it.

Bella's POV

2 weeks later

"Izzy!" I turned around to see Britney and Tiffany. Sisters, twins of course, and both part of the cheerleading squad. I guess you could say they're cheerleading material. They weren't they the sharpest knifes in the bunch and they weren't beautiful but they did have pretty blond hair, and they were skinny. They made perfect football groupies, something I refused to become.

They were actually nice. Everyone in the team was, which was unexpected because weren't cheerleaders supposed to be really bitchy and stuck up? Maybe it's just a stereotype.

"Izzy, there's a party to night after the game. Your coming right?" Britney asked. This was the first party of the season and it was supposed to be big. Almost the entire school was coming.

"Yeah. Can't wait." I told her. She and Tiffany squealed and took off down the hall.

Cheerleading was much easier than I thought. They already made routines and all I had to do was practice them. I still couldn't do flips and cartwheel and all that other stuff so I stayed on the ground and smiled so much my cheeks hurt. The amount of make up and clothes these people wear is just ridiculous. My thong is a mile up my butt, my bra pushed my boobs up to my ears, and my mascara is so thick they could start a tornado. But I was only required to look like a slut at the parties... Psh, not that I'd do it anyways... And as if on cue.

"I hope your not planning on going to that party dressed like one of them." Rosalie asked. We still weren't the best of friends but we were trying to get somewhere.

They all ran into me in the hallways ( in "coincidence") more than once and apologized. They all gave these really long speeches about how sorry they were and I would just say "Okay" and walk right along. It didn't mean I forgave them and it didn't mean I wouldn't. I was still thinking about it and I've postponed the visit until I was absolutely sure I knew what I was going to say and do.

I did call once... For Carlisle and Esme. I felt extremely guilty when an excited Alice answered. She thought I had forgiven her and her squeals turned into sobbing cries when I told her I wasn't calling for that and I that wanted to speak to Esme and Carlisle. It was an awkward conversation since I could still hear Alice's sobs in the background.

"I don't know. I thought about it." I told her. I wasn't really focused on having a conversation with her but I didn't want to just blow her off. I was actually putting together my outfit in my head. Just in case I did decide to dress like them then I wouldn't have to spend the entire day shopping. Another thing I picked up from my team mates and actually liked. Why couldn't I have liked it when Alice and I were best friends? So much for forever.

The bell rung and she waved and gave me a small smile. I don't hate her, but I don't like her either. So I turned and walked quickly like I was going to be late for class, even though I was only going to lunch.

As I entered the cafeteria, I could feel their eyes on me... again. And as I do everyday, I ignored them and walked straight to my table. With my real friends.

"What's up?" I asked, taking the seat between Kyle and Lexi. I know, Lexi was supposed to turn out to be a real bitch out to destroy my life because I did better than her in tryouts. But she hasn't done anything to make me think she hated me yet, shocker really. All those hollywood movies are so wrong.

"I was just thinking of the outfit I gonna wear." Lexi answered.

"Me and Tiffany were going shopping later. Wanna come?" Britney asked. I shook my head. I put together my outfit in my desperate escape from Rosalie. I saw it in Nicki Minaj's SuperBass video. Small white tank top (short enough to show my navel piercing), booty shorts, but instead of Timbs, pink Converse. I was still deciding on whether or not I should wear matching bra and panties since both would be showing... What? I told you they dress like sluts. I never would've thought in this small, cold, rainy town.

Of course I can't let Charlie see me walk out like that. He might start to worry more than before. He's already been on me about hanging out with Kyle. He's been saying he's bad influence since the day he busted a party he happened to be at. Worst part was I could've been at that party. The only reason I wasn't was because I had practice. Charlie would've freaked if he found me at a party with drugs and alcohol even if I wasn't doing any. He made me promise I wouldn't hang out with Kyle anymore. I hate lying to him, but Kyle was a good friend to me and would never make me do something I don't want to do, as I tried telling him but you know how parents get. Gotta protect their babies.

"Do you guys mind if I came, too?" a voice called from behind me. I sighed. I'd know that bell like voice anywhere. And as I turned, my suspicions were confirmed. There stood a smiling Alice and Jasper.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"I just wanted to come to the party." she stated pouting. That innocent look wasn't fooling me… but it did seem to be fooling everyone else.

"Yeah! Of course you can come!" Tiffany nearly screamed. She always envied the Cullens for their beauty, and wanted to know Rosalie's secret to keep her hair looking naturally blonde. Britney, on the other hand, was convinced they had access to special beauty cream that only sales in Japan in the black market. She says that models use it too, which is why she so desperately wants the chance to raid the Cullen's crib and steal their most prize possessions... I laughed for ten minutes straight. If only you knew BritBrit.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I whined. Yes, it came down to this. I wanted some space and hovering and apologizing every time they saw me wasn't going to make me forgive them.

She leaded into my ear and said, "I'll do whatever it takes to get my sister back." I rolled my eyes. That such a movie scene. If that was the case than I would just completely ignore them. Shouldn't be hard.

The party was much wilder than I pictured it would be. There were topless girls singing on counter tops, some were completely and jumping into pools, and other were making out on the couch totally intoxicated while some perv film it with their flip camera. I was sure that the next time I came into that room that video would be qualified to be on a porn site.

"Wanna drink?" an obviously drunk guy asked me. I hesitated but then nodded. If everyone was having fun then why not? He handed me a green plastic cup filled to the rim. I jerked my head at him, a new way I learned to say thank you, what's up, ect., ect., and made my way to mingle. I couldn't cling to Kyle the whole night.

I pushed through the crowd until I ended up in the kitchen, which was crowded with people chanting "Go!". They finally broke out into applause and cheers.

"What's going on?" I asked to person next to me. I didn't know him but I figure it didn't matter.

"Drinking contest." he answered without taking his eyes off whatever person he was looking at.

"Who's next?" I heard someone yell. No one seemed to be taking the challenge. I pushed past a few people to get a better look, only to be thrown into a chair in front of a very drunk guy.

"Hey sexy beautiful," he hiccuped. "You wanna drink me?" he asked. Wow, he's so fucked up he can't even talk right.

"… Yeah. I do. Bring it." I urged. Why not? He looked like he was going to throw up any second and if he did then I won. I would just have to keep my distance. I just bought these shoes last week. I'll bust his ass if he ruins them.

The crowd cheered and there were two filled-to-rim cups of beer and a three shots. God, how the he'll was I supposed to chug this down. I hope this is lime beer, or else I won't be getting this down so easily.

"Go!" someone shouted. I grabbed one of the plastic cups and chugged as fast as I could, ignoring the disgusting taste. Nope, that's not lime. I got through that cup and moved to the next just as my competitor was doing the same. I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to throw up. I wasn't even drunk yet. I felt the cup empty and threw it to the ground as I went for the shots. I felt as if I didn't have time to look up to see how the other guy was doing. I was in the zone.

The vodka burned my lips and throat going down, but it tasted better than the beer so I dealt with it. It sort of tasted like green apple. Was this the new vodka Pucker? It looked good on TV, I thought as I finished my second shot and was on to my next. I brought my head back and gulped it down, not caring how it hurt. I looked at the guy across from me and he was just finishing.

I won! People were cheering and I stood up to do a happy dance to celebrate my victory. At this point, I was too drunk to care how stupid I looked. I know, I barely had a lot to drink, but I only weigh 110 lbs. Doesn't take for someone my size to get drunk, and I guess it doesn't take long to get sick either because the next thing I knew I was puking up everything I eat that day while some dude was holding my hair back. His icy fingers lightly grazed my neck. Shit... Icy fingers?

I looked up and sure-nough there was Edward. A sad smile on his face. I see it in his eyes he was afraid I was going to push him away... but I didn't. His hands felt nice against my hot, clammy skin.

I looked around the room, to avoid catching his gaze again. What the hell was he doing here anyways? When did he get here.

God, I am so fucked up. I don't even remember how I got into this bathroom. Did I walk in here? Did he carry me?... Where the fuck is my beer?

"Bella!" a voice called on the other side of the door. "Open this fucking door! You asshole!"

Edward pretended as if he didn't even hear it. Concern in his face and hand on my forehead. I couldn't resist the urge to lean into him.

More banging.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded and got up, pushing passed him. I tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge.

"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself, still tugging on the knob.

"It's locked," he said. I jumped, not realizing he was behind me. His cool breath on the back of my neck made my eyes roll to the back of my head and my girly parts tingle. He brought his hand to mine to unlocked the door and open it. I looked at him and he wore the same expression he's had for the entire week. He didn't look smug or like he was trying to dazzle me, but damn he looked sexy in those jeans. I could only imagine how delicious his ass looks... Hmmm, I bet it's grab-able.

I slipped out the door and into the hallway as fast as I could without tripping. But clumsy me stumbled right into Kyle.

"Stay the hell away from her!" he yelled and yanked me away into another room.

"Come on!" I yelled annoyed. "I wanna dance! This is my song!"

I swayed to the music completely off beat. I mean who the hell slow dances to 3OH!3? 'Touchin on My' isn't much of a slow dance song.

"Izzy-" I heard Kyle call but I was already gone and following the music to the front of the house. I tried to pay attention to what doors not to open, don't wanna go into a room and find something that'll scary memories.

Where am I again?

Okay, so before you say 'People don't get drunk that fast' let me explain. While some random guy was serving the drinks at the contest part, he laced her drink with LSD. That's a drug and is only the start. Maybe… idk. Oh, and be aware you Kyle lovers. Everything is not what it seems. ;)

IMPORTANT: I dnt no if any1 else has gotten to too but I found a leaked preview of Breaking Dawn! It's at Perez . You can inbox me if you cant find it. I'll try to post the link on my profile.