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CHAPTER 6

Bella's POV

"Damn," James muttered, "Looks like we're not going to have power for a while." He stared out the window, at the blackish blue sky. A loud bang caused me to let out a startled shriek, as lightning crossed the sky. Connor turned to me, smirking.

"You're nearly naked and dripping wet," Connor observed, "this is going to be a fun night." I scowled as they all laughed at my state.

"Can I please just have some clothes?" I grumbled, tightening the towel around my body.

"Why? I have a feeling you're going to be losing it all very soon." Matt joked, causing all the guys to laugh again. I started to grow annoyed as they continued to laugh at me.

"Okay, okay, follow me." Connor said, amusement still in his tone. I glared as Matt and James continued laughing as I pushed past them, following Connor as he headed into a massive room. I stood there awkwardly as Connor pulled out a large t- shirt.

"Uh... that's all?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said, walking out of the room, "Here you go." He said, walking in with-

"Give me those!" I snapped, grabbing my bra and underwear from him. I was lucky that it was dark inside of the room, that way he could see the bright blush forming on my cheeks.

"Don't be embarrassed," Connor said, almost gently, "Thirty-six C is quite the accomplishment." I slapped his arm as I shrieked out curse words at him. Connor laughed, turning around.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked, confused.

"Change." He ordered, still not facing me.

"What? Why don't you leave?" I asked, annoyed.

"Just change," he ordered. I sighed, like me, Connor was very stubborn but at the same time, I am staying at his house, so I might as well be polite. I dropped the towel to the ground, quickly pulling on my underwear and clipping my bra. Just as I was bending over to grab the t-shirt, the door was flung open.

"I found the flash-" Matt froze. I let out a yelp and grabbed the t-shirt, holding it in front of myself.

"What's-" James stopped, taking in the scene. "Already?" He asked, disbelief in his voice. "Dude, respect!" He cheered, holding out his fist to Connor, who, like James at Matt, was staring at me.

"Shut up James." I snapped, holding the t-shirt closer.

"So? You gonna put on the t-shirt?" Connor asked, now leaning against the wall with his signature smirk all over his face. I frowned and glared at them all, waiting for them to leave.

"Don't be embarrassed, we've seen it all." Matt said, smirking along with James. Now, hearing that, I wasn't exactly surprised, but I was pissed off. I glared at them as they continued to just stand there. U realized I was faced with two options, one, I could yell and scream at them to leave (which might not work) or, I could do this.

I let out a small sigh and bundled up the shirt, pulling it over my head very slowly. I then took my time as I pulled it over my body, wiggling a bit here and there. After I was done, I looked at the now jaw dropped, hormonal, teenage boys.

"What?" I asked innocently, "Nothing you guys haven't seen before." I shrugged. Now that was my exterior look. On the inside?

GO BELLA! Yeah girl, you hot, you hot! That's my little seductress! I mentally cheered myself on as I coolly stood in front of the guys in only a t-shirt that came a couple inches above my knee.

"What time is it?" I asked, feeling a little sleepy. Connor pulled out his phone, checking the time.

"Two." He said, putting his phone away.

"Party time!" Matt yelled, ripping off his shirt and running downstairs. Connor rolled his eyes as James followed suit.

"What time do you have to be home tomorrow?" He asked.

"Eight." I murmured, stifling a yawn.

"Do you want-"

CRASH!

"Shit." Connor muttered, running out of the room. I followed him as he went down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

"Look man, I'll fix it." James said worriedly, looking at the broken vase. Connor just ran his hand through his hair.

"Don't worry about it, just clean it up." Connor said, opening a cabinet and pulling out a bottle of-

Vodka.

In London, I was quite the party girl, but after Sam, my abusive boyfriend, I haven't really gone out much. Basically, there was this one night where I drowned myself in vodka after Sam had really beat me up- since then, I haven't drank, and to be honest, I'm happy with that.

"Want a shot, lil crumpet?" James asked, holding one out for me.

"Lil crumpet?" I asked, amused, "And no thanks... I don't drink anymore."

"Wow a 24/7 sober virgin. That's something you don't see very often," Matt observed, looking somewhat impressed. I shrugged like it was no big deal, but actually, being a virgin meant a lot to me. It seems that nowadays girls would freak out more over losing their cell phone than their virginity.

"You said 'anymore,' what's that supposed to mean?" Connor asked, now interested.

"I drank back in London occasionally, but I decided to stop be-"

"Cause you wanted to stay a goody two shoes?" Connor asked, amused. This guy really knows how to piss me off.

"Come on, don't be a pussy." Connor said, taking the shot glass from James and holding it in front of my face. Now, I'm not one to give under peer pressure, but I do have a need to always prove people wrong.

"Unless, you know, you can't handle all this." Connor whispered huskily. I glared at him and grabbed the glass as James and Matt cheered. We surrounded the counter, waiting for the signal.

"On three," James announced, "One...Two... THREE!"

BAM!

"First!" I called out, jumping up and down in excitement. I ignored the familiar burning feeling going down my throat, filling my body with warmth. I couldn't help but grin as all the guys stared at me in awe.

"Round two?" Connor asked, holding out the bottle. I shrugged and allowed them to pour me another, I mean, how bad can a couple shots be?

3 hours later

"YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" I screamed/sang along with Matt as we danced on top of the counter.

I guess it's pretty safe to say that I was more than wasted.

"Body shots!" James screamed. I squealed and hopped down from the counter, hopping around like a bunny on crack.

"Me first!" Connor called out, going to the counter. I let out a yelp of surprise as he lifted up on the counter. "We need a body," he said with a wink. I giggled and pulled up my shirt lying back. I took the lime in my mouth and Matt put the salt on my stomach.

"GO!" James yelled. Next thing I know, I'm pressed up against the wall, making out with Connor.

Yeah, pretty safe to say that I was WAY MORE than wasted.

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"Is she dead?" A voice asked.

"No, she's asleep, dipsh*t." Another voice answered.

I groaned and turned to my side, clutching onto the hard warm pillow. Wait a second... Since when do pillows breathe?

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, my eyes flying open as I backed away, falling off the bed in the process. I looked up to see James and Matt standing by the doorway, which means...

"I didn't..." I murmured, my breathing racked in my throat. It got worse when I realized that I wasn't wearing his t-shirt anymore.

"Oh my god! Look away!" I shrieked, covering myself up as best I could with my hands.

"No need, lil crumpet. You have been like that since five a.m. when you and Connor started making out in the kitchen."

My eyes widened in horror as memories of what happened started coming back. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with a pounding in my head. I doubled over, clutching my head.

"Here, take this." James held out an aspirin and some water. I gratefully took in, the pounding lessening as I continued to drink the water.

"Shit! What time is it?" I asked.

"Little after ten... Why? You don't actually want to go to school today, do you?" Matt asked, surprised. I panicked and quickly stood up running into the hallway, searching for the laundry room. Once inside, I grabbed my drying dress, slipping it on.

"I need someone to take me home!" I asked, panic rushing through me.

"I will," Connor said, standing up from the bed.

"I have to go. NOW." I said, running to the bathroom. "Crap... Where are my shoes?" I asked, running through the hallway. I was pulled back into a hard body, arms wrapped around my waist.

"You weren't wearing them when I picked you up." Connor answered calmly. Oh god... he's right. I left them after I fell in the rain... What am I going to tell my mom?

"Let me take you home." Connor said, pulling on a shirt and guiding me downstairs and to his car. I limply nodded, the panic causing me to just stop talking all together.

"You're going to be fine," he assured me as he started the car. I dropped my head into my hands as he drove.

"So, remember anything from last night?" Connor asked casually.

"Connor, I really don't want to talk right now." I mumbled into my hands, my headache beginning to come back.

"Well then, I guess I won't tell you." I snapped my head out, despite the god awful headache, staring at Connor.

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, my hands beginning to get clammy. He looked at me, obviously happy now that he had my attention.

"Oh, well, I don't really feel like talking right now." He sighed, smirking. Fear rose within me as he continued to drive.

"Connor, please!" I begged. Oh god... we didn't.... no. We couldn't have.

"Here we are." Connor said, stopping the car. I didn't even turn to look, my attention was all on him.

"Connor!" I said, getting annoyed now.

"Just go." He said, smirking at me. I flipped him off as I got out of the car, slamming the door as hard as I could.

"Mum,-"

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" She screamed, grabbing me in a tight hug. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, before she released me.

"Pumpkin, what happened?" She asked, concerns looming over her face.

"That's what I'd like to know." I muttered, heading upstairs.

I flinched at the thought of actually doing it with Connor. I can only hope for the best and expect the worst now.

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