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We Have to Escape

Edward and Bella get married secretly. What will happen when Bella's cousins come to town? Will their secrets tear them apart, or will true love prevail? Thanks to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the amazing banner!

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6. Building Up

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The next couple of days flew by. Much to my dismay, Attalia quickly became the most popular girl in the high school.

Edward and I attended the Phantom of the Opera and were enchanted! Before the production, Edward took me out to dinner at one of the finest restaurants in Seattle. I didn’t see the point in it, because only I could eat the expensive food, but far be it from me to throw a fit over spending money when Edward seemed to derive such pleasure from it.

Upon going back to school, Attalia became even more aggressive in her persecution against me and her flirtation with Edward. Carlisle even had to go so far as to excuse me from gym, our only class together, so I wouldn’t have to endure her snide comments and injurious plans.

As Edward handed me out of the car, Attalia, along with Lauren and Jessica, walked up to us and whisked me off before Edward could protest.

“Why don’t you walk with us today? Boyfriends can be so annoying at times!” Jessica exclaimed. This was followed by a chorus of giggles.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I answered, “Alright. My first class is Spanish. Can we head that way?”

I slumped into a dejected silence. Edward always walked me to class and my arch enemies had broken our habit that bordered on tradition! The girls tittered away about the various boys in town and then grew quiet.

“Bella,” Attalia began, “We have just concocted the most amazing plan! We are having a sleepover and you simply must come! We will simply die if you don’t. “

I knew I couldn’t go, because I would talk during my sleep and my secret marriage would be revealed. This would cause utter mayhem in Forks, and we Cullens did that enough.

As I was trying to form a polite refusal, Alice bounded forward and exclaimed, “Bella and I would both love to come! My house, which is quite large, will be empty, because all the boys are going hiking this weekend. Why not come over and we can do makeovers!”

Alice was in planning mode now. She had s special glint in her eye as if she were planning something on the side, some sort of “fun” torture…it made me extremely curious and nervous. Suddenly I could not wait for Friday night.

The girls looked stunned for a moment, but soon recovered and accepted the invitation, albeit hesitatingly. No one could ever resist an invitation to the "exclusive Cullens’" house. The three-minute bell rang and we hurried off to class.

Edward had listened to our entire conversation, but didn’t know what Alice was planning as she was singing the Romeo and Juliet theme song over and over in her head. Our morning classes went well and the teachers gave us little homework, always a plus.

Soon we were making our way for our usual cafeteria table, only to find Attalia holding court over the senior class. All the other tables were full, therefore we had no option but to go and sit by her minions, Jessica and Lauren. We ate in silence while everyone else mindlessly chattered on about inconsequential details such as boys, shopping, and money. Although now that I think about it, these details were only irrelevant because I had a husband, a closet full of the latest designs, and an unlimited credit card in my back pocket.

All too soon, my reverie was interrupted by the bell signaling my next class. Both Mike and Eric stopped me, while Edward was a few feet away, and asked if I would go to prom. Man these boys were desperate. Each time, Edward looked like he wanted to send them invitations to a party at the Volturi castle in Italy. Soon we were home, doing our homework in the living room while the steaks cooked in the oven.

The rest of the week was quiet and felt as though it were building up to something important. Soon it was Friday night; sleepover night.