Chapter One: The one with the bet

I stormed into my apartment, and opened the refrigerator, grabbing a tub of ice-cream and sitting down on the couch with my two best friends, Alice and Rosalie.

"God, I am so sick and tired of him! Why did I ever agree to keep seeing him?" I moaned, opening up the ice-cream and taking out a large scoop. I was fed up of my boyfriend, Mike Newton.

"We're all wondering why we're still with our boyfriends honey, Mike, Tyler and Eric are a bunch of losers, but it's just a dry spell. Tomorrow we cam dump them like yesterday's boots," Alice replied, "And we were doing the exact same thing Bells, hence the ice-cream. Our good friends Ben and Jerry have been here!"

I looked at the table and saw two half eaten tubs of Ben and Jerry's there. Alice had her hand around one, and Rose had her hand around the other.

"Bella, I've tried dumping Tyler, believe me, but he's like an annoying little puppy dog, he doesn't know how to take a hint. I wish he'd just leave me alone," Rose said darkly. It was a minute till ten, and Tyler regularly called Rose at ten to 'say goodnight'. Read that as 'tries to convince her that he's The One'.

"Another head hangs lowly, time is slowly taken" The Cranberries came blaring out of Rose's cell as Tyler rang. He still didn't realize that the ringtone Rose had for him signified that she wanted independence.

“That’s him.” Alice guessed with a laugh.

“How in the world did you know?” Rosalie said, rolling her eyes, a frown settling upon her tanned face.

“Hey Tyler,” She said. Then pressed one finger to her lips, and put her phone on speaker, so we could hear just how cringe worthy Tyler actually was.

“Her Rose-a-bear,” he crooned. Alice and I doubled over laughing, Rosalie shooting us a glare of death, and gesturing that she'd turn off the speaker if we didn't shut up.

“Whatever,” she muttered, drawing the syllables out until it sounded like what-ev-er.

“Why are you calling so late?” She asked him, but I don’t think he caught the sarcasm in her tone.

“I’m just calling to wish you a goodnight, like always, honey.” He said, crooning again. I bit my lip from laughing; Rose hated it when people called her honey. She'd hit guys for doing that before, she would never let them think of her as weak or call her baby names.. It wasn't Rose's thing. Alice, sure, but Rose, there was no way in hell.