A/N: Alright, let me warn you: This story is FUCKING MESSED UP. I know that. Do not read on if you think you can't handle it. It's SUPPOSED to be messed up. Lemons...and more lemons. The first chapters gunna be pretty clean, but it's gunna get psychopath weird from then on. Sorry if it's OOC. Now, I will begin.
"Alice hurry up!" Rosalie yelled up the stairs, "Bella's got the car running!"
"Be right down." I called back, giving my outfit one last check over. I was wearing an indigo blue ruch-style mini dress and matching blue high heels. I grabbed my black clutch bag and applied an extra layer of lipstick just to be on the safe side. It was a little sluttier than what I would usually wear, but Rosalie had insisted on the dress.
"It's a party in a club." She had reminded me, "Everyone's going to be wearing short dresses."
She'd even gotten Bella into a short dress, which meant that I couldn't really make a fuss, could I? Besides, I kind of liked the dress. Rosalie was yelling my name up the stairs again so I flashed myself a smile in the mirror before running downstairs to meet her. We got into the car - it was Rosalie's car rather than Bella's truck, thank goodness, but Bella was driving which meant it took us ten minutes longer than it should have to get to the club and park.
"It feels weird walking into a club." Bella commented, "I feel like a bouncer is going to jump out and want to ID me."
"The clubs rented out for the night." Rosalie told her, "They'll only ID you if you try to buy alcohol. Which I've got covered, anyway."
"Rosalie, what have you done?" I asked wearily. She just grinned at me, leaving me to guess where she was going to hide the alcohol she'd 'borrowed' from her parents when she tried to smuggle it into the club.
"Hey Rose, is Emmett coming tonight?" Bella asked.
"He's skipping the party and picking me up afterwards." Rosalie said. She giggled, "He said he prefers private parties."
Bella and I both made faces at each other, but Rosalie just laughed at us. She always found our 'cute naivety', as she put it, insanely funny. Bella and I were both virgins, whilst that ship had sailed for Rosalie last year on her sixteenth birthday with her boyfriend of that time, Finn. Then there had been Royce, who she said had turned her off men for life. That lasted for a couple of months until she met Emmett; the boy she claimed to be the love of her life and her current boyfriend. Bella had done things with her boyfriend, Edward, but they hadn't gotten as far as sex. That left me as the most inexperienced one of the group. It wasn't like I hadn't had opportunity; it had just never been right. Boys didn't like that answer. My last boyfriend, James, really didn't like that answer. He told all his friends that I was a frigid bitch; needless to say I broke up with him soon after. Last I heard of him he'd hooked up with Tanya from the cheerleading squad. And Kate. And Jane. And many more people, I'm sure. I'm glad I'm not just another girl on his list of conquests. But I'm totally over it now because I have my wonderful and much-hotter-than-James boyfriend Jasper. Jasper. I practically sigh when I say his name. He's like a freaking greek god or something. He's way out of my league, but for some reason he seems to actually wantme as his girlfriend.
Rosalie was pulling us deeper into the crowded club now. Most of the people here I recognised from school, but every one in ten people I came across was a complete stranger. I assumed they were either gate crashers or friends from out of town. Rosalie pulled a mini bottle of Vodka from her purse and added it to three cups of punch before handing two to me and Bella.
"This is probably a bad idea." Bella said as she looked down at the cup.
"Live a little, Bella!" Rosalie said, taking a sip from her own cup, "It's only a teensy little bit of Vodka, and we're only a tiny bit underage!"
