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LAST TIME:: Then I remember Friday night. This should be fun. All the of the cheerleaders modeling, and all the boys getting dates for a good cause, I guess. As many times id tell Edward that if he picked me he would get it…. I secretly really wanted him to be the one getting the date with me. Just him and me.

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Barbie leaned forward, a glowing rock covered in green, pulsing swirls encased in her hands.

"You must use this. Only you can. You must insert this into the Giant Purple Jelly of Ultimate Destiny or Amy Winehouse will kill all bike riders with assistance from Wal-Mart," She said and I nodded sombrely, knowing how much rested in my hands as I took the stone, "One more thing-"

"BELLA!" Suddenly I was back in Alice's room, lying in the spare bed, dripping wet, listening to her inhuman shriek. I groaned, rolling over. The icy water was freezing. Why was I wet?! I threw the clammy, heavy coves off and looked up at the mischievous glint in the eye of my best friend. She honestly scared me sometimes.

"Why am I soaking wet?!" I chattered, backing up against the headboard as an equally terrifying grin spread across her face.

"Because I need by model bright and awake for model boot camp!" She announced. Oh please God no. But this didn't answer my question, merely created more. What did answer me was noticing Rosalie, looking equally evil, standing just behind her holding a garden hose.

"What is 'model boot camp'?" I asked warily, working out my chances of escape. They were as sub-zero as their fridge.

"My model needs to be the best, and you need to get as many offers as possible," She said, again not answering my question, "But first, go have a shower." I did as she instructed, taking my bag with me.

Once I was done I contemplated leaving the door locked. I could only imagine what tortures came in 'model boot camp'.

"I know what you're thinking!" She hollered, damn her perceptiveness, "If you don't come out I'll knock the door down! On three. Three… Two-"

"Fine," I grumbled, unlocking it and shuffling out.

"Now that was not a model's work," She insisted, "Rosalie, set up the catwalk in the closet. I'll find the heels." Rosalie walked into the closet and I hoped Alice was kidding as she pulled a shoe box.

"Put these on," She instructed, tossing it to me. Naturally I fumbled the catch and quickly retrieved the box from the floor.

"You're kidding," I said flatly, looking at the instruments of torture. They weren't just high heels; they were death traps. The heel was thinner than a pencil and at least six inches, with no straps and instead it had two really long ribbons on each shoe emanating from the toes. I didn't have a clue how I was supposed to put them on.

"I'm not. I'll help you get them on," She did it for me. The ribbons wrapped around the sole and my feet, strapping them together, then up my shin and halfway up my thigh, where they ended in a bow.

"Do you like them?" She asked, "I made them myself."

"They're gorgeous!" I insisted, "But I can't stand up!" She held out her hands and despite being smaller than I managed to easily pull me up. I wobbled uneasily on the fragile heels. She started walking towards the closet/ fashion museum door and I followed her, somehow managing not to fall in the process. Miracle of miracles. Much to my astonishment, Alice wasn't kidding. There was a mini catwalk in there. We worked on my walk for and hour or two, stopped for lunch, had another couple of hours of practice. Towards the end I was actually able to do it without falling so long as Alice refrained from breaking my concentration by yelling something. Her shrieks ranged from things like 'Chin up,' to 'Sway those hips! You're a girl, not a penguin!' Even more fortunate, I had managed not to break anything, and as a 'reward' Alice is taking us all to see some 'fabulicious' new band playing at some 'awetastic' new club. Naturally she insisted that I wear some sequinned black mini dress with the shoes. She said that I needed to wear them in. I couldn't be bothered arguing.

"Alice, what was the band called again?" I asked as she pulled up outside the 'awetastic' club. As always Alice just strode to the front of the line and the bouncer just let us in without a word.

"They're called 'Jacob and the Wolves.' Very retro name," She said as we walked in. I automatically headed for the wall when I noticed all the people dancing. I gulped. I really couldn't dance, "What?" Alice asked, grabbing my hand and preventing my escape.

"I don't dance," I muttered, blushing. There was no possible way I would be able to dance without killing at least two thirds of the people in the room.

"You do now," She said firmly in her scary voice, "We'll help you." She dragged me into the throng where I looked awkwardly at her.

"Sway your hips. Just listen to the music and move with it," She said and I looked at her if she had gone insane. That was weirder than the time she'd insisted on reading my future in tarot cards. From the expectant way she looked back at me I realised with shock that she was serious. So, feeling foolish, I closed my eyes and listened. I quickly picked up the heavy beat and swayed my hips in time with it. Before I knew it my arms were raised and moving too. I opened my eyes and realised with shock I was dancing. And dancing well. Rose and Alice were dancing too, smiling triumphantly at me, and I smiled back. We had fun, but then I noticed someone watching us. And not just someone; it was him. Jasper and Emmett, who had apparently arrived with him, were already with us and my best friends were dancing with them. He walked over to us and smiled.

"Hello," He greeted us.

"Hello Edward," I said, the words freezing in the air and hitting him like hail.

"I'm going to go get a drink," He said, walking over to the bar. I felt kind of awkward dancing on my own next to two couples, so I left to do the same. I stood next to Edward and watched him as he failed to get the guy behind the bar's attention. I just opened my mouth and he made a beeline for me.

"Can I get you anything, miss?" He asked, "On the house."

"Thanks," I smiled, "I'll have a diet coke." His face fell slightly, but it really was the oldest trick in the book. Besides, I'd already decided I wasn't going to drink. Monday mornings were bad enough without hangovers and I was the designated driver between us girls anyway. I heard a quiet chuckle next to me as the bar guy got my order and turned to see Edward.

"Hey," I said again.

"So what do you think of the band?" He asked. This was a good opportunity.

"I think they're good. I think the singer-guitarist is great. And quite cute too," I said and he snorted.

"Him? I could play the guitar better than him and I'm a pianist," He said smugly without thinking, then looked over at me, panicked, as he realised what he said.

"The big player Edward Cullen plays the piano?" I asked, teasing, "Interesting," I said, and with that I walked off. I didn't want anyone to think I was here with him. Within mere seconds a guy had asked me to dance and I complied, making sure Edward could see us clearly. At one point later I sat out to catch my breath and couldn't help noticing Emmett and Edward talking a few metres to my left. Apparently they hadn't noticed me and I felt no guilt about listening in to their conversation.

"Why haven't you danced with anyone Edward? It's not like there's a short supply of girls her," Emmett said. So it seemed I wasn't the only one who had noticed that Edward hadn't danced once.

"No, thank you," He said coolly.

"Oh, look," Emmett noticed me and pointed me out and I pretended I couldn't hear them and hadn't seen them, "Bella's right there and she isn't dancing with anyone. Why don't you ask her?" As I stared determinedly at anything but them I could feel Edward's emerald eyes evaluating me, for lack of a better word.

"She is average. I don't think I shall," He said snootily and I had to resist the urge to scream at him. How dare he call me average?! I'll show him average! There was a new band than the original one playing now and I noticed the guitarist-singer guy eyeing me up. He was perfect. He was well built, which meant if Edward tried to punch him like he did Matt he could take care of himself, and I didn't know him, which meant no consequences. I ambled up to him.

"Hey," I said coyly, looking up at him through my lashes, just as Alice had showed me.

"Hey," He smiled back.

"So, are you Jacob?" I asked. And he chuckled.

"Yeah," He answered, "So who are you?" He asked.

"Bella," I smiled.

"Pretty name," He commented, "For a pretty girl." I noticed Edward looking at us and I threw my arms around Jacob's neck and pulled him down into a kiss. He seemed surprised at first, but he quickly got over his shock and began to kiss me back. His hands snaked enthusiastically around my waist as I pressed in to him, but after a long moment I pulled back. I kissed his cheek.

"See you around," I whispered into his ear, then walked away in the direction of Alice and Rosalie. I could feel the gazes of the two dazed guys boring into my back.

"What was that?" Alice asked me, clearly shocked, when I reached them.

"A kiss," I answered casually.

"Who was that?" Rosalie asked, eyes wide.

"Jacob. From Alice's 'fabulicious' band," I shrugged.

"Nice," Alice praised, "Did Edward see?"

"Yeah, that's why I did it. You'll never believe what I overheard him say about me to Emmett first though," I said as Emmett himself and Jasper walked up. Needless to say Emmett squirmed when he heard me.

"Emmett suggested Edward dance with me and he replied saying I was 'average' and that he wouldn't," I told them and they looked at me like I'd just announced I was engaged to Heather Mills.

"You're kidding!" Rosalie declared, mouth agape.

"Would I lie to you?" I answered rhetorically.

"I'll kill him," Alice said with such wrath I thought for a brief moment that maybe Edward didn't deserve what was coming from his sister. But only for a brief moment, after which I grinned suggestively at Rosalie.

"You get the camera, I'll get the popcorn," She muttered as Alice fumed, clearly plotting the slowest, most violent death she could think of in her imaginative mind.

"I think we should go," Jasper said anxiously, not very subtly blocking Edward from Alice's view, who was blissfully unaware of the coming storm. Then again, he didn't look too blissful. He looked more furious. I followed his gaze to Jacob's back, who still looked slightly dazed. I briefly worried if he was on drugs, but then remembered he'd been perfectly fine before I'd kissed him. It seems I'd done that to him. I smiled at the thought; I was dazzling. Just like Edward. I felt a tug on my arm and looked back at the group.

"Don't you agree that we should go?" Jasper asked, his hand clasped around my arm as he looked pointedly at us.

"Sure," I agreed, grabbing Alice and Rosalie as he let go of me and steering me to the car, where they shook me off. Alice climbed into the driver's side as Rosalie called shotgun. I climbed in back.

"My stuff's here. If you could just drop me off at my house that would be great," I said as the quiet hum of Alice's sleek car started and she pulled out. It was a quiet engine; quiet enough that I could hear Alice muttering murderously under her breath. I couldn't quite make out the words - although her tone was indication enough - but I was sure I caught the words, 'Edward," 'make him pay' and 'so dead.' Rosalie laughed. With her good hearing and seating advantage I was confident she could hear every word.

"How bad is it?" I asked her nervously, leaning forward.

"Somewhere between nuclear war and black hole," She chuckled back, and despite her dark words her light tone reassured me slightly. Though I knew Alice well enough to know not to underestimate her. For a tiny, cute-as-a-button pixie that girl is capable of some truly terrible things. I would know. I shuddered and Rosalie laughed again.

"What?" She asked, "Are you remembering the time when our friend here was stood up by Steve Howard?" She asked.

"No, but now that you bring it up," I replied, shaking my head, "I still can't believe he moved to another continent to get away from her," I said. We both looked back at the pixie and I swear I heard the word 'tank.'

"On second thought, I think I can," I added after a pause, punctuated only by her mutterings, which were black as velvet. She pulled up outside my house and I climbed out.

"See you tomorrow," Rosalie said.

"Tomorrow," I waved. Alice was still too livid to speak properly. She pulled away as I walked up the path into the house, pretending not to notice Charlie's head, which was peeking out from behind the curtain.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Charlie quoted as I headed upstairs. It was quite late so I just quickly got my self ready for bed and dropped off to sleep.

I heard the horn of Rosalie's BM3 honk outside my house. It was Monday morning and I smiled evilly to myself as I grabbed my bag from the couch. Charlie had already left for work so I locked the door behind me. Sure enough, as I climbed into shotgun a very petulant and pink Alice was seen to be sitting in the back, arms crossed. I realised Alice must've planned this outfit for me, because it was so much worse than it needed to be. The dress, for example, was a pink mini dress, but you couldn't see the material or it's colour under it's thick coating of bright pink sequins. It was halter necked, the sequin pattern only broken by the tight belt giving it an empire waist. The belt was pink denim, a material I would never wear, with a pink diamante heart buckle at the middle of the front. I laughed and her scowl worsened.

"Alice dear, I don't believe those sunglasses were part of the outfit," Bella-Bitch said, snatching the large, dark sunglasses she had been wearing to cover half her face off her.

"Give that back!" She protested, trying futilely to grab them back. I leaned forward as Rosalie giggled. Bitch-Bella snapped them and threw the broken pieces out the window and Rosalie burst out into full-out laughter.

"She was right, you know," Rosalie backed me up as she parked in the school parking lot and Alice glared daggers at me. No, it was worse than daggers, she was glaring nuclear bombs.