My own nightmare

The lights were flikering in my sight. I was dizzy and light headed.
The music was pumping in my ears, I couldn't hear anything clear around me, everything seem too distant.
The heat of the club I was in made everything worse.
I was getting frustrated.
The people revolving, dancing, crashing around me, made me jumpy.
I didn't like this, at all.
I don't know why I let Alice take me here in the first place. I regret every bit of it.

I glanced across the dancefloor, I could see Alice and Jasper dancing, all happy and in love. I let out a loud sigh, but fortunatly it was loud enough around me so no one could actually hear anything.
I sighted because I wanted that. I felt that for someone, but he didn't reciprocated the feeling for me. He was forbitten, he was something I couldn't reach, he was out of my league. He was Edward -fucking- Cullen.

The music changed and I saw Alice and Jasper approching the table.
"Bella, you should dance. I don't like seeing you here, seating by yourself."
"Remember Alice, I have two left feet. It's imposible for me to be able to dance. Ever. And I don't mind watching you two love birds all joyful there." I send her a small smile. I did love to watched them, but I was jealous too, but I wouldn't admit that to her.
We drank our sodas, and chat for a couple of hours, enjoying the music and the company of each others.
After a while, Alice had a shocked look on her face, and Jasper after seeing where she looked, matched her face.
I glanced back to see what they saw, and that's when my heart sank to my feet. The sight of copper and bronze locks shinning in the flickerish lights of the club along with the large blond curls.
I instantly knew that he was here. With her.

As I watch him walking in our way, I remember he was Jasper's friend.
I felt sick, of even being around him right now.
It wasn't because I didn't wanted to be with him, I most definatly did, but it was her.
She was a whore, seriously.
She had a thinny skirt and a bra dressed and a freacking heavy make-up on.
She was so plastic. In the most serious way of the word.
Boobs? Fake
Bulimic? Check.
STD? Maybe, it wouldn't be a surprise to me!

He was...