*A.N. – Hiyah guys! Long time, no read, I know :( I had my laptop in for repairs : then it came back and the charger wasn't working and blah de blah :/ I feel horrible for my readers having to wait months for a chapter, but, it is quite an exciting chapter... :) I'm sure you will like it, hopefully worth the wait... :S :P xx
Music:
Perfect Nightmare – Shontelle
Fireworks – Katy Perry
Raise Your Glass – Pink
Hometown Glory – Adele
Secrets – One Republic

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I felt a little sorry for the cab driver, the whole way there all I did was tap my fingers impatiently and bite lip, click my tongue – I wouldn't even have been offended if he told me to stop it, if it had been me in his position it would have gotten on my nerves. At least he never tried talking to me; I really wasn't in the mood to put up with pointless chit chat when I was trying to concentrate on not breaking out into a sweat because I was over thinking the whole revenge thing.

I reached the hall at ten past 8, the second I got out of the car I could hear the thumping beat of the music, it seemed to be in time with my beating heart – I guess I was just being dramatic. I handed the cab driver my money just as people walked up the cracked steps and picked up a mask from the table outside.

I took a few seconds to reassure myself before stalking out over the sidewalk then up the stairs, a little light inside a porcelain hedgehog was placed just over a sign with a quick explanation for the reason to wear masks – Alice had outdone herself, she had managed to hint to the boys that it would be a good way for them to dance with the popular girls while at the same time convincing the girls that it would help them find some sort of knight in shining armour. I picked up one of the silver ones and gingerly placed it over my head. I could smell my perfume and just a hint of deodorant as I turned on my spiky heel and took a swift step into the hall, pushing open the door.

The place was utterly transformed; everything was covered in a dark mist which the neon light colours shone through. The disco ball created shapely shadows around the room and the coloured light burst which came from the DJs sound system carried all the way down the hall. The DJs speakers where huge, at least double the size of normal ones and he was sitting on the stage at the front of the hall playing a list of chart toppers. The laughter in chatter in the room was tangible, it made me want to smile and break down my own moves as I watched the current dancers. I noticed the buffet in the corner, covered in shining cling film and as I looked to the faces of everyone I could see the either silver or black masks, misshaping every ones features so I couldn't tell who was who.

It wasn't until I made my way up to a table near the front, filled with two girls in the most beautiful designer dresses and boys in which all looked like Armani suits that I knew I had found the Cullen's and the Hales. There were only two seats left and I decided that, since no one had noticed me I would turn to the dance floor to see if I could grab attention.

Now I knew fine well that my coordination is abominable but before I left Pheonix I made sure to take a few dance lessons – I knew that as a late teenager I would be going to parties and I would need both the confidence and the moves to keep playing the part I was playing, and aswell as being the new Bella I wanted the old Isabella to learn a few things.

The song changed to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance and I knew what to do. The heat was quite unsettling but I had to keep a cool head when doing what I was about to do – I had to be the picture of confidence, arrogance and beauty. I made up my mind and I strutted towards a group of three "unknown" black masks. I looked them up and down quickly, measuring up which one would probably be the better dancer. I eventually chose the middle one, he was a little slighter than the two others, and taller, but even they way he stood he oozed confidence in his charming of women...

"A dance?" I gave him a slow smile and he nodded, taking my hands and throwing them around his shoulders then walking me backwards into the crowds.

"Who are you," he whispered seductively, I just shook my head. No time to talk. My hips began swaying, his hands started moving down the sides of my body, my heart started to go double time and I became one with the music. I slid down him, around him, with him – I don't think I've ever danced quite like it in my life – never so... erotically?

The chorus soared the few times as it does, adrenaline filled my blood and I forced myself to stand out, to pull the hottest moves even if there was a much higher risk of me embarrassing myself – it was worth it – it's what I wanted for my life – and even though I became embarrassed as I saw more and more faces turn to me and my partner I revelled in it all at the same time. Through my confusion I danced blindly on until the song finished and I stood up straight as a dancer always should, bowed my head slightly to him and the nodded. I don't think he quite understood that I was releaasing him of his dancing duty with me. So I turned from him and found myself walking smack into another group of guys, I only knew who one of them was, I had noted him earlier in his expensive suit but I wondered if he had noticed who I was. There would be many girls with brown hair and around 5ft4 in height at the party, I was quite average.

Either I attracted his attention with my dance moves or he knew who I was, either way he was asking me for a dance in the velvety soft tone of his and I had no idea how to answer him. For a split second, my voice caught in my throat, rendering me speechless. He was asking me for a dance and I couldn't even reply to him, not that I actually knew whether to say yes or no but that was far beyond the point. I might be too average for him to realise who I was but he was completely distinguishable. The bronze hair was only enhanced by the soft yet flashing lights of the disco ball, every time his eyes caught some of that light they sparkled their gorgeous green. The jaw line was just so perfect, the bone structure magnificent, the nose could not have complimented his face much more and his lips were just a little pinker than average, full yet manly.

Let go Isabella. Just for one dance

Do you not remember what he did to you?

Yes, yes I do remember, but how is a dance with this guy going to change anything?

Don't do it, you're letting down your guard, you'll let him do it again.

I guess the truth was I just didn't care anymore, I was going to dance with the demigod, whether my mind agreed or not. Everything about dancing with him hurt, taking his hand felt like I was being led into a trap, my arm taking its place over his shoulder as we danced slowly to Howie day's Collide and I felt the shivers run down my spine. I couldn't understand why they would play this song, it would only be my luck... as I danced I felt like I was dancing my way through memories with him, every few seconds returning to the present and gazing at him in wonderment. Could he really be the same guy?

He was, and I stopped the delusion but I just told myself I was allowed to be bad, just for this one dance, I would stare at him and pretend he was different. It wasn't too hard, even his distinctively coloured eyes were different from back then. Everything was changing and I didn't know if the feeling inside my stomach was good or bad, some of it was nerves; I knew that much.

My body moved exactly with his, touching his chest ever so slightly. I stared into his eyes and found I wasn't reminded of anything, but it was easy to just stare into the deep swirling green pools and get myself lost. Lost. I was losing me in him. I wasn't this person, I wanted revenge. I detached myself from the situation and allowed the fake girl to dance with the gorgeous guy.

I watched as his brows rose with parts of the music, his lips mouthed the words and his nostrils flared ever so slightly with every breath. I took in the details, well, the details that the dark was allowing me to. The song changed to Take it off by Kesha, suddenly the place was filled with animals. Bodies writhed against, together, forward, back, up words, downwards. Claustrophobically close contact. We were pushed together but it was a completely different type of dancing. It was sexy dancing and he happened to be at exceptional at it.

He rolled his hips in time with mine but managed to create a complete masculine affect, he drew his hands to my hips and I could almost have called it him shaking them. Not only was his dancing great, but in a way that I don't really like to admit, he enhanced mine. We ground as one, our gaze never leaving each other's face. I might just be able to control my head but it was pretty damn hard to control sexual bodily urges when pushed to close to a man with such brilliance as Edward Cullen.

All too suddenly I lost my balance, there was so much pushing, it was too hot, I felt like I was being cooked and I went thundering into his chest, a bunch of morons behind me kept it going and I felt like I was flying forwards, pushed into his rock solid chest. He staggered backwards several steps and I estimated that the only reason he stayed upright was that the force of the crowd on the other side held him up. There was way more people than planned here. It was lucky that the hall was a secluded area, otherwise we would all have been busted and it would probably be my dad busting us.

His scent muddled my senses, musky with the scent of slight perspiration. It's not like I was enjoying the smell of sweat but it there was something about the smell of a man through their aftershave. It was the smell of man mixed with what society would like a male to smell like and I couldn't complain. I found myself spending so much time on what he smelled like that when I actually looked up to his face I was startled to find him staring at me and startled to remember who I was with.

It was a sign of true trauma when I could feel so many emotions within the space of a few minutes. I began to de-attach myself from his careful grasp and he pulled me back to him.

"Who are you?" he whispered. That was the second time I had been asked that tonight, I reacted just the same way; the second the words were spoken I turned and walked away, his voice had finally broken the spell and I was free. It made me realise just how clueless he was. I knew his eyes from a distance; I probably knew his body shape, his posture, his voice. I could probably tell it was Edward Cullen even if given only one of his piano playing fingers to examine. He didn't have any idea.

I looked around, peeked through the parting crowd at the Cullen table – most of them had left to enter the dance floor, only Alice and Jasper with their mouths stuck together and their eyes squeezed closed remained. I took my chance and found my way over there as quick as my heels could manage.

I slowed just as I reached the table, I doubt they would have noticed if a tractor mowed down the table in front of them but I continued to be careful. I checked my surroundings for a follower, even for someone who was paying attention but there was none so I grasped the chance that had been laid out for me, swooped my hand into my bag, brought out the mobile I was looking for then dropped it into what I was sure was Emmett's jacket. It was the biggest one at the table and would probably have drowned Edward or Jasper.

I slunk away as soon as the deed was done; there was work to be done elsewhere.

I took to the dance floor, then when I noticed just how queued the girls toilets had become I made a run for it, once I got there, I pushed my way through the whimpering, squealing and joyous girls, right to the front, underneath the mirrors. I had to wait for a chance to do it because everyone kept staring at me, it was an odd sensation to be watched with envy and when the toilets were finally quiet and I was no longer be glanced at constantly I slipped the cards I had made up into the corner. They were visible but not very in your face. Hopefully they could be spread about the place before either Alice or Rosalie noticed. Now I had done my job I could go back to having fun and watch my hard work pay off as havoc wreaked its way around me.

I danced my way through groups of boys, I stayed on my feet the full time, purposely avoiding the Cullens and Hales, I didn't want a confrontation just yet, just in case any of them realised the dance-whore was sweet little Bella. I told myself that they would have to find out in the end when the masks were removed, but then it would be different, I would be prepared and I would have had my time to show the school what I could do. To show them how cool I could be, to give them an idea of "my past" as I wanted it to be, I wanted to look like I'd had sex before, that's what all the cool kids do, right? I wasn't being vain, but I knew that I looked at least look a bit sexy, I could see the black masks turn to face me, watching me shake, wiggle and thrust my hips to the beat. Circling my head, swinging my hair to the dirtier dance songs.

I was ashamed of myself when I thought of my parents seeing me like this, but then again I was so ready to create a foolproof image of Miss Bella Swan; not to be messed with, can hold her own with guys and... Nice looking. I wanted it so bad, I had always been the ugly kid, the one no one paid attention to at all, yes I was shy but I wasn't so shy that I hated anyone even talking to me, I craved for people to find me pretty and as I tried to fulfil this I found that I only aggravated my mind more as I had to pretend not to be the shy person I was. I repeatedly told myself that it would only take a few acts like this horrendous dancing to up my image.

Confusion, that was always a main emotion nowadays.

Everything slowed down around me as James entered the room, maybe not quite literally but it felt like everything did. I knew him the second he entered the room, his haircut was one I had studied over the past week, and his face demanded my attention every single time he smiled. A black mask wasn't enough to hide him from me. He was the one who had noticed me, he understood me, and there was a pretty good chance that if I, in the future, decided to tell him who and what I was he would be able to understand that too, cause he had almost been me.

He entered with a few of his friends and they split off into the dance floor, I wondered if he would notice me. As I pondered the situation, Alice took to the stage, her mask didn't hide her very well either, she glowed with energy and excitement, he short spiky hair bouncing off in all directions, a section of her at each side had been swept back into an intricate fishtail plait in it complemented her outstanding cheek bones beautifully. Her dress, in the light, looked even more expensive, a definite designer extract, and pink satin folds hung loosely around the main body of the dress, they swirled across her small chest enhancing her slim figure. She opened her mouth to speak and there was an eruption of applause, most people knew it was due to Alice's hard work that the party was the way it was, she waited till the noise died down before proceeding, "It's time fellow students, find a partner and in one minute time the music will start and you can take off each other's masks, enjoy!"

I turned to search for someone but found a face just inches from mine, his warm breath blowing my hair, sweeping it away from my face. "James," I breathed.

"How did you guess," he grinned, putting his arm out and around my waist, pulling me closer to him as Alice started the ten second countdown...

"How did you know it was me?" I whispered, the moment was so precious, I hadn't felt so noticed in my life.

"How could I not know it was you; you're the sexiest woman in the room," he smiled as he lifted my mask on one and I drew my hand up to remove his, one republic blared through the room. James's arm moved me in closer to him so our faces were centimetres from each other. His lips jolted forward, my heart swelled for the joys of my first ever kiss. Our lips pressed upon each other and it was as if we had entered a different world, I forgot where we were and it wasn't until I opened my eyes just the slightest peek that I was grounded from the heavens, my eye caught straight onto Edward Cullen's piercing green ones, his arms were wrapped around the devious little Lauren and I felt a de ja vu wash over me, interrupting my first kiss, that boy always had to get in the way of my happiness.

6 years ago

I squealed as my mom handed me her present, "this, my dear, is for behaving so damn well when you met Phil, I think he could mean alot to me in the future Izzy, I really do," her eyes went all dreamy and it put a little bit of a dampener on the excitement of getting a new dress for the disco, I had just been about to put on my purple dress when she came in with a dress I had been looking at in the shop window for the past two months, I was surprised they still even had it in stock and that my dotty mother had remembered which shop to go to to actually get it.

I took it reverently and shooed her after I had hugged her for thanks so I could get changed. I walked away from the mirror beside my bed, I hated seeing myself getting changed. I practically threw the dress on, it was pink and black poka-dots and definitely the new fashion, it must have cost my mom a good amount because it had been in one of those expensive stores that mom and I just usually window shop, she didn't get the best pay being a kindergarten teacher in a small place like Forks.

I needed to get my hair done, I had bought small silver butterfly clasps to go in my hair when it was put up so I ran down the stairs two at a time, pounding through the living room when I reached the bottom where my mom was sitting reading some book on Buddhist beliefs, she was always trying to have some sort of spiritual meaning. "Mom," I grinned at hear as she wolf whistled and patted the floor in front of the chair for me to sit down on so she could do my hair, I handed her the special little clasps as if they were an ancient artefact; carefully and proudly.

She did it into 3 buns at the back of my hair, shaped in a triangular formation; my chubby little hands touched them and gleamed with pride. My mother was brilliant at doing hair; I would look pretty tonight.

Once we arrived at the school I was around fifteen minutes late, so I grasped my sparkly pink handbag and ran inside, shouting goodbyes to my mom even as I reached the door. She drove off just as I opened my door and grinned as I entered, walking with pride in my 1 inch block heels.

The halls were lined with streamers and posters which had been up for the past week advertising this dance. I screamed inside with pleasure and ran over to Angela who was sitting at a side table by herself pulling her by the hand up onto the dance floor with almost everyone else.

We giggled and grinned from ear to ear as we danced through cheesy songs from the likes of Kylie and the spice girls. I refused to look at the people who I knew would ruin my experiences so i kept my face on Angela's and when it was time to find an opposite sex partner I reluctantly looked around to find someone to dance with.

A heavy boy who had been sitting out so far stood up to find someone as the teacher encouraged him; he was the school bully, nothing compared to the Cullen's but he was generally feared by most. He walked towards me as I found I was the last one left and he took my hand only for me to hear the exuberant laughter of a gang I had did my best to ignore by now, we both turned and I quickly let go off his hand as Edward and Tanya dances towards us speaking the taunting words, "two fatties together, the perfect couple," James burned a beetroot red and I left his side quickly but not before I saw him scowl at me. Association with me had caused that.

END MEMORY

So yeah, it wasn't exactly the same, I mean we only held hands back then and it wasn't like I'd had a thing for him but the point was he was always interrupting my happy moment, could that boy just get a life. Why the hell did he have his eyes open anyway? He was kissing the girl for god's sake and it was my first time so I was allowed to open my eyes as I was a little caught of guard but he was obviously used to this sort of behaviour. His eyes were wide open, glaring into mine, brooding and mysterious; was he trying to piss me off or..?

Or did he just realise who he'd been dancing with.

I couldn't believe that I was using the moments of my first ever kiss to think of Edward Cullen. It truly sucked, he didn't deserve to be in my head at any point never mind at a time so special as that. So I put him out of my head as the kiss deepened and I thought of James' hair, blonde and slightly wiry, gelled into an exact style. The total opposite of Edward Cullen's messy mop. I pictured his clear blue eyes and how husky they had been when I turned to him and he kissed me. They were simpler, easier to take in than Edward's, every time you stared into those green crystals you found yourself wondering how to stop staring. I could control myself around James. He was refreshing and he liked me. I liked him. Things might just work out and time would tell.

The motions of his tongue inside my mouth were nice, I reacted to it and found myself enjoying it alot, I felt feelings rushing to the area around my groin and almost groaned into his mouth; this was definetly new. We broke off both slightly out of breath. He laughed as I stared at him intensly and never even clocked that I was doing so.

"Bella"

"Yesss?" I murmured.

"Your friend is calling on you."

I turned to see Alice waving and smiling, motioning for me to comoe over and speak to her, she was at her table with the rest of them but she was the only one standing up and shouting for me. I hadn't even really heard anything happening around me I had been that in the moment and until he told me of what Alice was doing I was totally ignoring her voice. "Uhmmm, I need to-"

He cut me of mid explanation, "Its okay, I'm going to go take my jacket of and stuff, settle into the party you know... And I'm sorry I was late, I had some things to deal with before I got here," he winked and kissed me again before I left him. My second kiss was short and sweet, it didnt deepen this time but left my lips tingling for more.

I walked in a trance to their table, when I reached it I floated into a seat between Emmett and Jasper, the only free one. "Someone's getting frisky," Emmett was blunt with the beginning of the conversation and I laughed outright, no bother acting offended.

"All I can say right now is - wow," I breathed.

Alice looked reluctant to admit it, I wondered why, "so he's a good kisser I'm guessing."

I felt a little out of my depth with this question, I didn't exactly have anything to compare him to to confirm that he was a good kisser but the warmth between my legs had been enough to let me know he wasn't bad so I nodded my head at her. I had my eye line focused on the table at this point; I hadn't even raised my eyes to his face yet because I was afraid of what I might see. I didn't want him joking about our slow dance or our hip grinding tonight. I wasn't one of his bitches and I wouldn't be told I was. I found my confidence and looked up. Lately I had the knack of accidentally placing myself directly across from him so that every time we both looked straight ahead we caught each other's eyes. He smiled at me slowly, one of those crooked smiles that made your stomach go to jello and your heart skip a beat. However, that smile wasn't working with me, definitely not tonight. I smiled superficially back at him and we communicated with our faces, without actually saying a word; the couples on either side of us were acting as if this was Valentines' day no.2 and that it was their duty to be total love bugs and kiss as much as they could so we were all but alone at the table, at least that's what it seemed like.

He turned his head to the side and wrinkled his forehead a little bit signalling surprise at our encounter on the dance floor, and I shrugged my shoulders neutrally. It didn't mean anything anyway. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again;

"You look beautiful tonight Bella," his crooked smile stayed in place and I wondered if he was really being sincere or had his sister told him to say something of this sort to me. Edward Cullen didn't have the right to call me beautiful so I discarded the compliment inside my brain then again it was a sign of how far I'd come, how different I was. But Edward Cullen is still the biggest hypocrite on the earth. I thought of a response to his remark and found I didn't need to because the incessant low buzzing which had under-laid our silent conversation for the past thirty seconds was being heard by Emmett and Rosalie, my plan was underway. My stomach somersaulted in wicked glee.

I used to know Rosalie Hale, and I knew how the constant noise would have annoyed her and I knew her oaf of a boyfriend would have been far to interested in making out to even bother about it so I gave myself a mental pat on the back as she did exactly as I had planned for her to do, she pout her hand in his jacket pocket and took out of it an old mobile phone.

"Emmie when did you get this heap of junk?" she laughed as Edward and I both turned to watch the situation unfold, I had to keep myself from smiling, I was far to excited even if it was tinged a little by guilt.

"What, that's not mine," he said as she opened on of what I guess to be millions of messages and dropped the phone to the table.

"What. The. Fuck?"

"What?" he picked up the phone and I watched as his eyes widened in the seconds he took to read the message. Alice and Jasper broke apart at the tone of Rosalie's voice and now all eyes were on them.

"I cannot believe you," she sobbed, standing up. Emmett caught her arm and made her sit back down, a look of disbelief and anger on his face.

"I just told you Rose, the phone is not mine," his voice held a lot of authority and he sounded pretty honest to me, it was a bit of a shocker to hear the tones of anger thread through his voice. He had been so happy go lucky since I re-met him a few weeks ago.

"Let go of me you bastard, shall I read the text out? Then your family can know how much of an asshole you are." She cleared her throat dramatically and I watched tears run down her face as she read,
"Dear Mister E.C.,
I want to meet you, I've heard what you like and I'm ready to give you it, I want you to touch my curves and ride me until I cum... J.K.
So tell me Emmett, did someone just place the phone in your jacket?" She stopped to scroll through a an inbox of text and gasped, horrified, "Oh my God Emm," her voice cracked and she yanked her arm out of his grasp, "There's fucking loads of them, you fucking bastard, you cheating hardhearted, horrible bastard!" she turned and with a resounding crack smacked her petite hand over his cheek, even in the dark his face deepened with colour. No one could even notice the events of the Hale and Cullen's table because the music was so loud that unless it was at their immediate attention then they couldn't hear. She yanked her arm from his and all too fast Jasper had launched himself across the table at Emmett crashing the chair backwards and sending both of them across the floor and into the wall. Now people were noticing.

Rosalie ran to the fighting boys, I followed the friend code and would not allow myself to remember that it was me that had caused this, right now I was just Bella Swan and my new best friends were fighting it out on the ground so I ran with Rosalie, Alice did the same and so did a crowd of people but the fastest of us all was Edward and the second he got the writhing bodies his eyes popped... he had noticed just as I had, someone was bleeding considerably but they were continuing to fight.

He did something I hadn't bargained on and he got down on his knees beside the two of them pulling them apart as he did so, other boys running to help as Rosalie and Alice sobbed. He bellowed, loud enough for the surrounding people to hear. "IT WAS MY PHONE!" the jerking movements between the boys stopped instantly. Jasper stood up quickly and I saw the blood over his hands but that wasn't the worst of it. Lying on the floor, his knees up at his chest was the bewildered blood-red face of Emmett Cullen, a cut at the top of his forehead was pouring blood, his eyes were unfocused and everyone ran to him, including myself. Jasper stood back in shock.

The music gradually turned off and the lights went on. It was only then that we realised the extent of the damage the boys had done to each other. Rosalie was sitting with Emmett's head in her knee as he drifted in and out of consciousness. It had been deduced that when Jasper had went for him and they crashed against the wall his head had smashed into a plug socket. No one was saying it but we all knew that in a way Jasper had been extremely lucky because had he not been nearly knocked then there was a good chance he would have beaten Jasper to a pulp. Edward had run out to his car, he was the only one who hadn't been drinking tonight and only because he had pulled a muscle in the top of his arm and was taking a bunch of painkillers for him and didn't want to mix them with alcohol. In a way this protected him from being beaten up by Jasper for not "admitting the phone was his" in the first place.

The situation around us was being sorted out by Jasper; he had quite obviously wanted stay away from Emmett now, embarrassed at his reaction most probably, and at the same time known it was his duty to act as Alice while she fussed over her hurt brother.

I didn't really know what to do. I couldn't afford to think.

James found me as Alice and Rosalie were trying to pick the delirious Emmett up and half carry half walk him to the car. He put his arm around me but I shrugged him off, I took my heels of quickly and just left them on the table. I walked over bear foot to help pick up Emmett, I switched positions with Alice, she might be strong for her size but I doubt she could bear as much weight as I could. Alice accepted the changing of position and sobbed quietly, almost rhythmically with Rosalie as we trudged through the crowds of people to the car. People looked at us with shock, whispering and murmuring about Emmett's face. His head lolled onto my shoulder and dripped blood down my arm, into my hand. I shivered with the irony of it all. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't it all have just went to plan, they deserved revenge but they never deserved to make me feel bad for having it. It wasn't my fault it all went too far. I hadn't anticipated Jasper's reaction. Now I was left with the consequences of this. They deserved to be left with the consequences of what happened to me. What if I had killed myself? What if they had just hit me to hard one time and killed me? It would have served them all right.

It just wasn't fair; why couldn't people just get what they deserved?

*A.N. – So I ended this chapter with a minor cliff hanger... how badly hurt is Emmett? :O And Edward taking the fall for his brother, what do you guys think of that, I wasn't sure whether to include it and I wrote two different parts, one where he did take the fall and one where he never... I think I was right to choose this one but you guys decide ;) So next chapter we'll find out what was actually on the cards Bella put in the toilet, how Bella's little revenge plan has affected every ones friendships and a little reappearance of James ;) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW :D:D:D:D Best reviewer will have a shout out next chapter :)*