Bella's Tumble Into Life

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I felt the lacy material on this short dress. Jessica kept insisting that I could not go to my first house party in a crop top and jeans. She flung this dress at me—If you can even call it that. It's shorter than any dress I've ever worn. I don't even know If it covers all of my ass. It is tight and has a corset top and a lacy bottom. I feel like I'm showing more skin than when I'm just wearing a leotard! This dress isn't me.

I walk out of the bathroom. "Jessica, this dress really isn't my style. I don't feel like—"

"Oh my god! My baby Bella is all grown up already!!!" It's like she didn't even hear me. "You definitely have the dancer body. We are totally going to be, like, the hottest freshmen at this party!! I'm so excited!!!"

I shift uncomfortably. "Well as long as you think I don't look ridiculous. I'm trusting your expertise." I look at Jessica and see that she's changed into a tight leather skirt and like a bra for a top. It's like this shiny, sequin, silver bikini top. I didn't know it was possible to show less skin than me while wearing clothes. It makes me feel better that she also looks flashy. She's already onto curling her hair. I just do what I know best. Put the hair in a clean ballet bun, I've perfected throughout the years.

"Baby Bella..." Jessica sung as she twirled a piece of her curled hair. Maybe the Anne of Green Gables comparison is losing face, she doesn't seem as..proper...

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever like drank alcohol?"

I feel my mouth dry up. I feel so lame. "...no..."

"Have you ever smoked weed?"

"No!"

Jessica gasped. "You've never been to a party. You really are my baby Bella!" I blushed ferociously. "Bella, you're a dancer! Why were you such a goody-two-shoes in High School? What were you reading books for?"

"Well...I needed a scholarship and I didn't have many friends and—"

"Wait. Bella are you a virgin?"

My face got even redder. My god.

"Oh my fucking god, baby baby Bella. What have you done?"

"I've never kissed a boy!" I wailed. "I don't want a boyfriend. I need to focus on my future dance career."

Jessica laughed. "Oh baby Bella, I will show you the world. You can do both, bitch. We can party. We want to go into the entertainment industry. We can party."

I laughed along playfully. Jessica doesn't know me. This is crazy. This is the last fucking party I'm going to.

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Jessica and I did are makeup super fast, as we do as dance performers. Jessica is so pretty. Her red hair looks free in those curls. Her green eyes are glowing. And her body is fit but like also she definitely has bigger boobs than me. She looks like some sort of temptress or siren in the Odyssey. Of course she would think it's weird to be a virgin! So would anyone else who made every man drool.

We pranced into some sketchy ass looking house. It was across the street from this huge fancy cooperation building. Somewhere millionaires worked. The house, on the other hand, screamed poor college student looking and looked super out-of-place. Jessica claimed, however, it was the best party her app reported. It feels weird just walking into someone's house. The house interior looked old and dirty. Men live here. However, it was filled with people. There was crowds dancing, people just making out and grinding on each other like no one else was in the damn room, and people taking shots. It smelled like a mix of hard liquor. Jessica seemed quite pleased with her selection.

"Hell yeah! Baby Bella!!!" She shouted. Rap music was blaring in my ear...it was so hard to even hear her. Yeah, this is my last fucking house party.

"What do we even do, Jessica?!!"

She winked at me and pulled me over to a group of men playing some card-drinking game on a bedside table in a dark corner. This seems risky...

"Hey boyyyss!!" Jessica called out. The men instantly lifted their heads up and smirked.

"Hey pretty ladies!" One of the men said.

"We haven't had a single shot yet! Help us out!!"

The men all roared with laughter. The one who spoke to us pulled out two whole, full bottles of vodka. How is it this easy??!! "I say you girls better chug or you get none" he said with a very suggestive wink.

"Deal!" Jessica agreed without thinking about it. Isn't this not safe? Couldn't these be spiked? "I'm Jessica, by the way" she winked back sensually to the man.

He looked at her like he was about to like fuck her on the table. Like it was an unsaid thing that they had just agreed to, ew.

He glanced at me with the same look. EW. "Your friend better drink too."

"That's Bella.We are new freshmen at Juilliard. We just met." Jessica explained, "and she is up to the challenge too."

"Sick!"

I didn't want to look like an outcast so I took the bottle from the man's hands and opened it. I began to chug.

Ew. Fuck. This tastes disgusting. It burned my throat. It made me want to throw up. Was it supposed to be this bad. I had to force the rest down. I can't look like some sort of inexperienced loser.

The boys cheered the more we drank.

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I learned that Jessica is a flirt. We've talked to so many guys and drank...I don't how much but too fucking much. Jessica has went back to the first group we talked to and is talking to that man who gave us both that whole fucking bottle. I see her start to kiss his neck and I feel like I'm stalking her. I also feel so dizzy. My thoughts and eyesight are all blurry but yet I'm blissful and giggly. I think I need to go outside though. I don't want to throw up my first time at a party.

"H-hey Jesssss" I shouted, just noticing now how I was slurring my words. "I-I I'll be riiiiightt back." I started giggling for no fucking reason too. Fuck. I'm drunk.

Jessica's face suddenly turned serious."Okay, be safe baby Bella. Come get me if you need me!"

"Yyyyyeaaaa Dd-don't worryyyy" I continued to giggle as Jessica's guy start sucking on her neck and she moaned. Ew. I pranced outside the house. There were more people than when we first came here. Lots of people in the front yard. I kinda just started to dance sloppily for no reason. Not like when I'm on stage. Not ballet dancing. Silly, meaningless, free dancing. It just felt right. It felt funny too. I was making myself laugh.

"What are you doing?!" I hear a man's voice snap at me after a few minutes of my silly dancing. He doesn't sound playful like everyone else. He sounds angry and sober. I turn around to see a man in a formal, proper, black suit and red tie glaring at me. He looks older. Not like he could be a student. Not even a freshman. And his suit screams expensive and wealthy. He sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Mmmmm" is all I can muster.

"Look at me!" He orders and I feel inclined to listen. I look into his eyes. Oh. Yeah he's definitely sober...and his eyes are like green. Like Jessica's but so much more beautiful. I decide I love those fucking eyes. They are green like Forks. Home. His eyes feel like home. "Why are you alone."

I giggle stupidly, still staring into his magical eyes. "I diiiiiiiid! But fresh airrrr is like vital."

He didn't seem amused. "It's not safe here."

Fuck those eyes make me feel some sort of attraction I've never felt before. I feel tingles in my spin.

"Can you kiss me?" I ask him once I stop giggling.

"That's it. You're coming with me."

"Whaaaaaammmm..."

I let him lead me out of the party. I'm too drunk to care where he takes me. Or too wasted. I don't fucking know.