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Isabella and I

Summary:
Isabella is cool and confident
Bella is shy and hardworking
Isabella is a cheerleader
Bella is a friendmaker.
Bella and Isabella are total opposites.
Problem is, they're the same person


Notes:
Okay, this has a rather random theme. And also, slightly non/canon in parts. Don't get offended! It's just a story. Oh, and Alice isn't a vampire yet. Jasper found the Cullen's on his own. Bella, also isn't a vampire but the other Cullen's are (like normal)


5. Chapter 5

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"Go Wolves! GO!" we chorused. I tossed my hair and waved my arms.

"And the final score is the Forks Wolves 10, Port Angeles Angels 7" said the announcer. We cheered again.

"Great go today team. If this keeps up we'll be a sure in for the cheerleader nationals" Rosalie turned to me "Jasper's over there. He didn't take his eyes off you the entire game. Which is saying something considering he was playing" we went off to our changing room and changed into our party clothes (well, only the inner circle cheerleaders were going. Not like Lauren. I don't even know how she got into the squad). When we left the changing rooms, Jasper was waiting outside for me. God, he was fit.

"Do you want a ride to the party?" he asked.

"Are you offering?" I asked, eyebrow raised in a flirtatious manner.

"I'm offering you, if you want to accept" I smiled and nodded. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I rested my head on his shoulder. We fit, it was really neat. His car was cool. Leather interior. I spent most of the journey ogling him. Man, he was so hot!


When we got there, the party was in full swing. Music was blaring and the lights were so bright they burnt into the back of your eyes and left white spots whenever you blinked. The door was wide open and we just walked in. there was a table with those cheap snacks that are ten bags a dollar. There was also beer and vodka.

"Do you want a drink?" asked Jasper.

"Yeah, a vodka please" I loved vodka. I loved parties. I always got hammered. Of course, I got drunk on other occasions, like after cheerleading practice, I needed some alcohol to pep me up. I spotted Alice, looking slightly disappointed with her date. I mean, I knew she didn't like him and the only reason she'd brought him was because (as Rosalie pointed out) it was a badge of respect and honour that the cheerleaders had a date.

It showed you were good, especially if your date was on the football squad. I was one of the most respected cheerleaders; I had a serious reputation around school for being good for a one nighter. Rosalie had a bigger reputation but that was only because in addition to being good for a one nighter, she also had her steady boyfriend Emmett. I knew though that her reputation was built on lies, she'd only ever dated Emmett the entire time she'd been here, but that took even more skill. Forging an honest reputation was easy, but building a fake reputation? Wow. Jasper returned with my drink.

We'd caught the party at exactly the right moment, no one was wasted yet, or they weren't showing it yet, but it wasn't the really lame bit at the beginning when no one has turned up yet. Jeeze, that was the worst time ever to show up. Everyone assumed you had no mates or social life at that point. Jasper and I found a seat. There was some dancing going on but I knew, soon it would drift off as everyone either found a partner for the night or went home. I could already see some couples. There was Emmett and Rosalie, glued together in a chair. I noticed her other brother leaning against a doorframe, eyeing the party with disgust. I got up and walked over.

"What's eating you?" I asked.

"This party is so stupid," he muttered "And so is everyone here. I mean, you've been here, what, five minutes? You're already drunk"

"Not true! I am not wasted!" I wasn't slurring or anything. I wasn't drunk. This guy was an idiot. I swore at him and wandered back to Jasper. We were clustered together in a one-person chair. I took advantage of that and immediately started snogging his face off. He seemed more then happy to comply. However, after about an hour, when I'd got bored and wanted to head off upstairs, he stood up.

"I think it's time I took you home"

"I don't want to go home! I want to stay and get laid," I said. He raised an eyebrow.

"You, my dear, are drunk. I am taking you home. There will be other parties," he said, "I promise" reluctantly, I let him lead me out to his car.