I've decided to write a new, uber-bitchy story. Thanks to darklove4ever and her story Guide to New York's Rich and Famous for giving me this idea! The beginning may be a little like a mix of her story and Gossip Girl, but trust me, it'll calm down in a few chapters.

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Wild

BPOV

I had my chauffeur, Henry, drop us off in front of 13, the hot nightclub of the week. A valet opened the door of the Land Rover and I stepped out: two slim, smooth, stiletto adorned legs, then my new Betsey Johnson dress, and finally my perfectly made up face and new nose job.

The cameras flashed and reporters stuck their microphones in my face. I pushed them away with a wave of my manicured hand. My mother and stepfather were two of the richest people in America: richer than Oprah. What I wanted, I got. And I wanted everything!

My stepfather was a music mogul. He was almost as famous as Timbaland, but not quite. My mom was an ex-supermodel. She still did some print ads for hair crème and stuff, but she had retired from the runway. Thank gawd! It was so uber-embarrassing to see your mom, the woman who gave me fucking life, stomping her way down the catwalk. It was embarrassing to say the least, but at least it made me rich!

If you need to ask my name, then you live in a cave. But, for those few cave dwellers, my name is Isabella Swan, Bella for short. Now you have no excuse for being ignorant, not even you cave people!

Learn my name, learn my face, and love me!

My friends and I walked down the red carpet and entered the club. The line to enter stretched fifty people deep, but with my last name, I didn't have to wait! Just another perk of being me!

The building was pulsing and dark. It had been an old warehouse before being renovated and the paint was still chipping from the walls. Sweaty bodies grinded close together, boys on girls, girls on girls. This was the place to be.

I passed Paris and Lindsey and blew them a kiss. It was too loud to talk and they weren't really worth my while.

My girls, Tiffany and Audrey, pushed people out of the way as we moved toward our table in the back. We slid into the dark blue leather booth. A cute waiter came up and asked if we'd like anything to drink. I ordered a Grey Goose Cosmo. It didn't matter if I was underage, and I had a fake ID if they asked for one.

Afterward I opened my cell and sent a message to Malcolm. Hey babe, u coming?

I'd been seeing Malcolm for a while, but he wasn't anything special. It was more of a publicity relationship. Both of our parents were rich, they were friends, and it looked good for them if we were dating. I didn't feel anything toward him more than friendship. I was looking for my dream guy. Unfortunately, there weren't many rich soul mates in the Upper East Side that I hadn't already dated.

Tiffany was dating Nick, and they were pretty serious. It was cute seeing a couple that hadn't yet been ripped apart by media coverage and publicity. Audrey and Paul had been seeing each other secretly, but everyone knew it. They just pretended so it would seem intimate. Bailey, Tiffany's older sister, jumped around from boy to boy every week. Now I think she was seeing Paris' ex.

My Cosmo arrived, but he still hadn't written back. I was getting tired and frustrated and that wasn't good for my complexion. I took a sip of my drink and tried to relax.

Madeleine, Madi for short, finally arrived with Christian trailing after her. She kissed me on both cheeks and I could smell her smokers' breath. I coughed and tried not to choke. Gawd, I hated when she smoked.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Uh! Finally! I flipped it open. Get back in the car. Ur mom called. Ur in TROUBLE! It read. It wasn't from Malcolm; it was from Henry.

Mom wanted me, but why did I care? I didn't give a crap about what she said! I hadn't since I was thirteen and had first gotten high on LSD, and I never would. Trouble my ass. She probably was going to bust me for the bottle of champagne I stole last week. But the only thing she'll do is take away my allowance for the week. Oh boy! She's gonna take away $500 but not my credit card! Oh, I should rush home immediately! Not.

I pulled Tiffany's hand and led her out to the dance floor. Christian and Madi followed, but Audrey stayed to flirt with the waiter.

My mother could wait, life couldn't.

What I didn't know was that by not coming home immediately, I'd sealed my fate and Fork's fate in stone.

$50,000 gemstones that is.

Charlie's POV

I was watching the game on TV when my phone rang. "Crap," I swore. It was two minutes till over and the score was Seahawks 21 Eagles 23. And the Hawks had the ball! Damn whoever these people were, they could wait.

So I let it ring. And ring. And ring.

Touchdown! The Seahawks scored and the score was now 27-23 and the clock read 00:30. There was no way we were losing!

The phone rang again.

I grumbled over and picked it up. "Chief Swan residence. Who's speaking?"

"Charlie darling! How are you?" a voice on the other side chirped.

"Renee?"

"Yep! So, how's it going?"

"Um, ok. How are you?" I hadn't spoken to Renee since she'd left me for that rich music guy when we were both 19. Then she'd been a runway model and I'd seen her face all the time. But she had never made contact with me till now. I was surprised she even knew my name, still!

"Oh, I'm great, darling! But, this is a business call, so let's get down to business."

"Uh, what business?" I was groggy. It was 1:00 AM here. Renee hadn't accounted for the time difference when she'd called.

"It's about our daughter, Isabella."

"Our daughter?"

"Yes, dear! Don't you remember? I got pregnant right before I left! She's 17 now, and well, I need your help?"

I was still stunned that I'd had a daughter all these years and hadn't known. But I hadn't talked to Renee in so long that I guess it was possible. I vaguely remembered her taking a pregnancy test and it coming up positive, but I never believed those things. She had left before we'd been able to see a doctor. "Help with what?"

"Bella, she's, well, wild. She parties, drinks, and gets high every other day! I think she's out of control and she won't listen to me anymore! Not even when she's sober. I was wondering if you'd take her for a few months, just to calm her down. Like a rehab, but with family!"

I was outraged. "You call me up in the middle of the night, the first time in eighteen years, to ask me if I'd take my crazy, boozed up daughter off your hands! No! Fuck no! Ask someone else!"

I almost hung up the phone after that, but then I heard her say, "No one else will take her."

It was quiet, almost undistinguishable from the static, so I asked, "What did you say?"

"No one else will take her. They know she's wild. Please Ch-Charlie! Help me with this! I'll pay you like you were a rehab center! Just please help me, help her! Help your daughter!" She was crying now, and she knew I was a sucker for tears, especially her tears.

"Alright," I said with a resigned sigh. "I'll take her for six months. If she's not better by then, it's not my problem. I don't want anything to do with your family, but I can take her if it will save her. She's my daughter too after all."

Renee squealed over the phone and the pitch hurt my ear. "I'll send her on the plane! Be there to meet her, okay!"

"Um, what plane? When?" I asked, but she'd already hung up.

Oh well, I guess I'd better check all the commercial flights from NYC to Seattle. She's gotta be on one of them, right?

So, what do you think? Do you like it? Review and tell me please!