A/N- OK, so I got some good responses to Bella's and Alice's little high school escapade in Welcome to the World, Baby Girl that I just couldn't help writing another fanfic in the Blackbird Fly human A/U universe about the night that Bella and Alice got caught toilet-papering Mike Newton's house. These characters are eating my brain, damnit! This is not Mike Newton hate, trust me- I like Mike :) He's a good guy, just no the hero of the Twilight universe. He's Tito, whereas Edward is Michael. OK, bad reference to the Jackson 5, I've had a long day...

Disclaimer- I am not Stephenie Meyer!

BPOV

A sea of blonde.

That was what I stared all day in English.

English was easy- I read all these books over the summer because there wasn’t much to do while waiting on the vacations that Alice, Angela and I took and I could still pull A's out of my butt without even trying. Reverend Weber was the only one who wouldn’t take Alice and I with the family on family trips. Carlisle and Esme always reserved a giant cabin at Lake Tahoe and they always expected me and Angela and I come with them. When Charlie and I went to Riverside, California, he took Alice and Angela along so I didn't get bored. The things I did while I wasn't around my two best friends and wasn't working- I read. Old books, new books- my room was littered with books from the used bookstore in Port Angeles, mostly tattered books, falling apart books with the covered creased and dog-earred. I longed to share my love of books with the head that I was staring into that day.

My high school career was almost over and the boy I had been dreaming about for almost six years, now, Mike Newton, was the only senior boy who didn’t have a date to the prom. And I was the only senior girl who didn’t have a date to the prom. It would be completely embarrassing to go with a sophomore, and some sophomore boy, Chris Colemeyer, would come up to me in the lunch room and wrap his arm around me and rub my shoulder when I was trying to buy my sugar-free lemonaide from the soda machine. It made me gag before Alice would throw a mean, sarcastic comment at him and he’d run off. Alice’s comments could pack a mean punch.

Sometimes, Mike didn’t seem to pay a bit of attention to me. Othertimes, it seemed like I was the sunshine of his world. Those were the best days. Lauren and Jessica's catty comments couldn't get to me on those days- not at all.

His hair was perfect- it was always perfectly blown dry, perfectly gelled and perfectly cut. I worked with him and we were great buddies at work. He was so cute. I could just get lost in those cute, light blue eyes and his dimples when he smiled.

I don’t know how it didn’t ended up that he didn’t have date, either. He had dated Lauren Mallory, until she got that stupid idea that she was going to be a model, and then, she started dating that stupid boy that went to high school in Port Angeles. She got that awful gossip Jessica Stanley a boyfriend, too. Jessica hadn’t been to class all morning, which I was thankful for. She had missed a lot of school since she broke up with her boyfriend, suddenly. Jessica and Lauren relentlessly teased me since I came to Forks in sixth grade. At least she had gotten that stupid haircut and didn’t look nearly as pretty without all that pretty cornsilk blonde hair.

The bell rang and I had to get up. Damn it. The teacher had separated Angela and me because we talked too much together. At least that afforded me to sit by Mike.

“So, what did you think of Frankenstein?” Mike asked me, turning around.

My heart suddenly sped up, and I felt my face flush. I hated it when my skin did that. I could be such a dork. “Well, I think the monster started representing more and more of what Frankenstein thought of himself,” I said.

“Oh, I never thought of that,” he said, thoughtfully. “Is that what you’re going to write your paper on?”

“Oh, yeah, the paper,” I said. I’d get the assignment from Angela. I had been too busy staring at his head to notice what the teacher was saying. “No, I think I’ll think of another topic. You take that one.”

I looked over at Ang, and she was shaking her head. She had heard me.

“Thanks, Bella,” Mike said, brightly. “You’re a real sweetheart.”

“Oh,” I breathed. I got dizzy at that comment. “Thanks.”

“Bella, we have to meet Alice in the lunchroom,” Angela said, taking my arm. “Let’s go!” She dragged me off. “That’s cheating, giving him the theme for his paper! He’s supposed to think of the theme himself!”

“I just gave him an idea,” I said. "He'll do all the writing himself."

“Bella, that’s terrible,” she said. “You let him use you.”

“He doesn’t use me!” I cried.

Alice tumbled out of the broom closet with Conner Moore right in front of us. “Oh hey, guys!” she cried.

“Hi Alice,” Angela and I said in unison. She had a new boyfriend every month.

"Hi," Conner said.

“See you after lunch,” Alice told Connor.

“See you, Alice,” Connor said, limping off to the gym, both hands in his pockets.

“Alice, were you skipping fourth period to make out with Connor?” Angela asked.

“Relax, I left him with blue balls,” Alice said as we went into the cafeteria.

“How very nice of you,” I said. “I’ll buy the diet sodas.” Today was my day anyways.

I went to the vending machines and bought three bottles of diet coke to take back to our table.

Alice and Angela were already planning our weekly Friday Night sleepover. It was at Alice’s house this week- Alice's house was always the best because my house was so small, we always woke up Charlie, and Angela's parents always wanted us to go to bed by midnight. Hello. What part of 'Sleepover' do you not understand? Carlisle and Esme were pretty cool parents, even though Alice and Carlisle butted heads, sometimes.

I set the drinks down and took one for myself, popping the top. The older we got, the later our sleepovers started because Angela and Alice had dates, and I usually worked at the Newton's store. Well, that's the way life was. Life isn't fair, of course.

“So, I’ve already decided on Better Off Dead,” Alice said. “It’s a great movie.”

“Never seen it,” Angela said.

“It’s hilarious,” Alice said. “John Cusack’s in it. It’s about a boy who’s life is going so badly, he keeps on thinking about ways to kill himself because his girlfriend dumped him.”

“Sounds like a comedy to me,” I said, pulling the apples of my lunch bag. Angela already had out the PB & J sandwiches out and Alice had brought a sack of Cheetos. I took a half of a PB & J.

“Oh, look, it’s the virgin squad of Forks High School’s Class of 2005!”

We looked up to see Jessica Stanley standing beside Lauren Mallory looking quite proud. Lauren cackled. They only called us that because Angela wore a purity ring that her minister father made her wear. Alice was still technically a virgin, while I place an emphasis on technical. Alice told us we didn't want to know, and her Mom sat us all down and made sure we knew exactly what could get us pregnant and what couldn't when we were in junior high- major mortification, but Alice took it with a grain of salt. Me, on the other hand, I was still a virgin because nobody wanted to put up with me because everybody at school believed I was nutjob. I felt that heavy flush rise in my cheeks again. “Well, I guess virgin squad is appropriate, since hymenally challenged isn’t technically correct.” Bitch. Everybody in Forks went around talking about me as if I had been raped. I don’t really remember what happened, but Jessica and Lauren talked about it like it was a story I had made up to get attention. Yeah, I had given myself that haircut and called the police.

“It must have taken you all morning to come up with that one, Jessica,” Alice said. “Bravo.”

“You know, Margaret Cho always said within a group of three friends, there’s always a smart one, a sweet one, and then there’s the ho,” Lauren said. “I think the three of you are the exception.”

"Yeah," Jessica said. "Angela would be the prude, Alice would be technical virgin, and Bella would be the crazy one."

"Leave Bella alone," Angela said, standing up. It was a strong comment from someone normally so sweet and quiet. She was challenging them.

Alice just smiled. “Why don’t you find a nice fat one to suck on, huh?” she replied. “And you can share it, too.”

“Oh, we don’t need to share one,” Lauren said.

“Yeah,” Jessica said. “Because, Bella, I was meaning to tell you- I got a date to the prom.”

“Well, whoop-ti-do,” I replied. The drama of Jessica's on-again-off-again relationship wit her Port Angeles boyfriend was always news because Jessica made it news. It was like Ike and Tina Turner.

“Yeah, Mike wants to know the color of my dress so he can buy a corsage and a vest to match,” Jessica said, snidely. She and Lauren strode off, laughing together.

It took a moment for it to hit me.

Mike was taking her to the prom?

MIKE? The Mike I had been pining for since sixth grade? My Mike? Senior year was almost over, and I was still waiting on Mike Newton to ask me out. Even though prom was tomorrow night, it was the perfect opportunity. I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Bella?” It was Angela calling my name. “Bella-”

“I’m going to kill him!” Alice ranted. “I’m seriously going to just tie him down and cut his balls off like they did in Fight Club! I need some rubber bands!”

I felt sick. I had to get to the bathroom. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the cafeteria. I all I could hear was Lauren and Jessica laughing, watching me.

In the girl’s room, locked the stall door and sat down on the floor. I squeezed out some antibacterial hand gel from touching the door handle and then got out my packet f tissues. I rubbed the lump on my arm that I had had several surgeries on to sand down. Who’d want to take Bella Swan, the girl who blocked out weeks of her life when she was eleven-years-old, out to the prom? I was nuts, anyways. I had flashbacks and PTSD. Even though it was supposed to be a secret, everybody in the school knew I had been molested. Esme Cullen signed me out of classes (preferably, gym) to go to the shrink in Port Angeles, which was a secret, but somehow, Lauren and Jessica found out and it was all over the school I had a psychiatrist. I was stupid to think I’d ever have a date, to ever fall in love, as much as I wanted to. I could feel the shame and panic rising up my chest and throat. I stood up and stuck my first two fingers down my throat, tasting the bitterness of the alcohol on my fingers. The bits of lunch I had just eaten came up. I hated throwing up in public toilets.

“Bella?” it was Angela. “Bella, please, don’t do that to yourself!” She had heard me purging. I heard the bell ring.

“Yeah, Bella, they’re just being bitches. I don’t know what Mike sees in Jessica, anyways,” Alice said. They were outside my stall. “Angela’s going to make me climb under the stall door if you don’t open up. Don’t make me do it, this floor is nasty!”

I wiped the hot tears from my cheeks and flushed the toilet. I shakily opened the latch with my elbow to avoid the germs. Angela and Alice crowded into the stall with me, latching the door shut and hugged me in the awkward, cramped space. “He’s not worth it,” Angela said. “Really.” I sobbed, quietly, surrounded by my two best friends.