This Love

Chapter 2

DISCLAMER: I own nothing! But the plot is mine :)

October

I wake up to my usual morning routine. Roll out of bed, go to the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth. Get dressed. Pack my school bag, say goodbye to my mother, and out the door I go.

School was the same as always. During lunch, Mike keeps looking at me. But I can't stand to hold his gaze.

We used to be together, but he just played with my feelings like any other boy would. But the reason he broke up with me, really shocked me. Apparently Lauren told him if he didn't break up with me, she wouldn't buy him cigarettes anymore. It's stupid I know, but he was my first boyfriend, hell, even my first kiss.

But I got over it. If he think cigarettes are better than me, his loss not mine.

The bell rung, meaning lunch was over. Now I have biology then gym. As the day dragged on, school finally came to an end.

I started to walk home when I got a text from Angela.

Hey Bells! I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house tonite for a party :D -Ang

I looked at the text. Even though Angela was nice and all, she knew how to party. I want to go, but a party for Ang is a party with people that I don't know. I'm not that much of a people person. Plus I have to do my laundry and I still have to cook for my mother and clean up the house, since she can't.

The house is a complete and utter mess. Empty water bottles everywhere. Dirty dishes scattered all around the house. Not the mention the pile of dirty laundry in our small bathroom.

I need more time in the day if I'm going to get this house done. So far I have to go to school, do homework. As if 6 hours of school wasn't enough. Then I have to go to the store and buy some decent food for us to eat. After that, I have to cook and clean. Can't forget to do the laundry either... By the time I'm done with all of that, it's already 11 o'clock.

I don't know... You know I'm not a people person. And I still have to do some things around the house... -Bella

The reply was almost instinct.

Bellllllla! You have to come! Pretty please! -Ang

I sighed and hit reply. I guess missing one night of chores isn't so bad... Is it?

Ugh! Fine :P You win! When are you going to be at my house? -Bella

I'll be there in an hour! -Ang

As I read the text, I roll my eyes. That's Angela for you!

I rush home to start cooking lunch for my mother. Something light. It seems like during chemo, soup is the only thing that she can keep down. It's hard enough with her being sick. But to hear he throwing up and or in pain is too much to handle.

After I'm done with that, I start a load of laundry and I decide I'll do my homework tomorrow. It's Friday.

I take a hot shower and wash my hair with my special strawberry shampoo. I rinse it and step put of the shower. I look at myself in the full length mirror.

Wow, I've lost a lot of weight. When was the last time I ate? Two, three days ago? Damn. I guess with all that's happening with my mother and school, I haven't had that much of an appetite. I blow my hair dry and get dressed. I decide I'll put some eyeliner and some mascara on.

I walk down the stairs and right when my foot hits the last stair, there's a knock at the door. I walk towards the door and open it. And there she was. Angela, looking really nice. Looking like she's ready to party. I grin. Typical Ang.

"Hey! Are you ready to party?!" She said and I shrugged.

"Of course!" I said trying to sound enthusiastic but failing miserably.

She sighed. Most likely seeing through what I just said, but going with it anyway.

"Okay good! Come on!" she said. After I said bye to my mother, she yelled a 'Bye Miss Swan!' and we were out the door.

Apparently I was going to sleep at Angela's house tonight. Great. That meant we were going to be drinking.

I never really got the point of drinking. I mean, all you do is drink something that smells horrible and burns your through. And for what? To get drunk, and do shit you won't remember the next morning when you wake up with a hangover. What's the point?

"So, we are going to have so much fun!" She exclaimed. "First, I have to shower and then we need to get sexy-fied. Then around 7, the guys are coming! Oh my god! This is going to be epic!"

"Okay, okay. But I don't want to drink that much. Okay?" I say to her, knowing I'm most likely going to have a few drinks tonight.

"Yea, yea, yea." Was all she said. I mentally roll my eyes. After a few minutes of walking, we finally arrived at her house.

From all the information I could gather, there we're going to be 4 guys there; Emmett, Jasper, Jake and Angela's step-brother, Sam.

I hope I have fun tonight. I seriously need to have at least some kind of fun tonight.

Once we were all ready, I asked Ang where all the guys are. "They're all down stairs. And relax Bella, I go to school with these guys. They're cool." She says, matter-a-factly. I nod.

"Okay, let's go." I say, unsure. But then I thought about it. She friends with them. She's only friends with the kind of people that and nice and outgoing. We walked down the stairs and we started to hear some music; I could feel the music in my chest when we walked into the room.

Sam turned down the music a little bit and Ang introduced me to all the guys. They were all sitting on a couch in the corner of the living room. Each holding a glass of their own invention.

On the table, I saw a glass of rum, vodka, some other alcoholic drink and a few bottles of Fanta, Coca-Cola, Sprite and Orange Juice.

"Bella, this is Emmett, Emmett this is Bella." Ang says I whisper a small 'Hey' and smile a awkward smile.

"This is Jasper and this is Jake." She says and our eyes lock for a moment and I can feel my heart beating faster.

"H-h-hi" I stammer out. "Hey yourself." He reply's while smiling a toothy grin. Angela leads me over to the couch and motions me to sit between Jake and Jasper. Jasper gives me a cup of something and at that moment, I felt everyone's eyes on me, practically telling me to drink the liquid that's in my cup.

I take a deep breath and take a sip. It tastes revolting. But I don't let it show. Everyone talks to me and I notice Jake hasn't said that much since our awkward introduction.

"Heey, why aren't you talking that much?" I half slur. He takes another sip of his drink mixed with vodka and orange juice. Then sets it on the coffee table and looks at me.

"I have a lot of stress going on in my life. But I'm sure it's not something you'd be interested in." He says, sounding completely normal, and he's had about 4 or 5 cups of his vodka with OJ.

We just started talking and before I knew it, we were getting to know each other. He's the first person to make me feel special ever since Mike.

I think I might actually like this guy.