Rosalie's POV

I cried over the phone. "And then he just dumped me, Emmett!"

"Rose, it's okay. He's an idiot, anyway."

I laughed weakly. "Em, he's like your best friend!"

"So? I hang around idiots!"
I sniffed and almost… smiled? "Thanks for being here for me."

"My pleasure."

"Sorry for dropping all of this on you. You're an awesome friend."
"It's okay. I'm here for you, Rose. Twenty four-seven. Just call if you need me."

"Thanks, Emmett. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye, Rose."

"Bye."

Emmett's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. She was already back with that scumbag! For the third time in a row! What was she thinking? Oh, man. My boyfriend dumped me. I guess I'll just go make out with him and then get us back together so he can break my heart over and over and over…

I sighed. There was nothing I could do for her now. If she knew what was good for her, she wouldn't date a guy like him. I was really sick of hearing each of them talk about the other. Edward and Rosalie. It didn't even sound good!

"Hey, Edward!" I threw a football in his direction, watching Rose flinch at his side. She had her dainty little arms wrapped around him and a huge smile plastered on her face. I wanted to scream, "He's just going to do it again, honey!"

Edward looked up and nodded to me. "What's up?" He called as I walked toward him.

"You want to hang out at my house later?"

"Nah. I got a date with my girl." He kissed her and she giggled excitedly. It made me sick.

"Oh. Sure. Well, I guess I'll see you at practice?"

"Sure. Seeyah, dude."

"Bye." I mumbled, pulling the school door open. Jasper was there, waiting for me to acknowledge him. His hand slapped against mine and went into the whole "guy hug" thing.

"What's up, quarter back of the season?" He grinned as we walked down the hallway.

"Mmm… same as always." I shrugged, throwing the ball up into the air and catching it.

Jasper rolled his eyes. "Dude, just tell her you like her."

"It's not that easy, Jaz. She has a boyfriend… I guess…"

Jasper roared with laughter. "Well, then ask her tonight."

I smacked his shoulder. "It's not funny. I'm sick of Edward doing that to her. We seriously need to talk to him."

"Woah, woah, woah, there, buddy! Where is the 'we' coming from? This is your problem."

"He's your brother!"

"And again I say, this is your problem."

"Thanks for having my back."

"No problem." He pointed his fingers out as guns and clicked his tongue. "So…" He changed his tone. "Does Alice ever talk about me?"
"So, you won't help me with your brother but I can help you with my sister?"
He shrugged.

"I don't think so."

"Oh, come on, dude. I've got her eating out of the palm of my hand! I'm so gonna have her by the end of the month."

I stopped in the middle of the hallway. "And by that you mean?"

He winked.

"JASPER! She's my sister!" I snarled in disapproval.

"Oh, what's the big deal? She's going to be my girlfriend sooner or later."

"I wouldn't depend on that after I'm done talking with her."

"You wouldn't." His eyes narrowed.

"Unless you got Edward to stop screwing around with Rose, I would."
"Why do you like her so much, Emmett?"
I sighed. "Why don't you? She's… amazing."
"Why can't you have a creepy crush on some other loser? Like, Bella."

"Bella isn't a loser. She's just not Hollister and lip gloss material." I commented quickly, regaining my speed in the hall. "I'd rather have her as a sister than Alice, sometimes. You're lucky. I'm stuck with the shopping spree girly girl and you get the tomboy who practices football with you. I'm jealous."

"Don't be. Alice is gorgeous. I'd rather have her any day."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but she's not for sale." I smacked the back of his head. "You better not hurt my baby sister, Jasper. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah." He laughed. "A little protective, are we?"

"Jasper! She's my baby sister!"
"Emmett! She's a year younger than you!"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Hey, I'll see you at practice. I've got to get to Biology."

"Ooooh. With your imaginary girlfriend!"
I glared at him as he turned the corner.

My feet scuffed the floor as I hurried to class, hoping I'd be paired with Rosalie again. The warning bell rang and I slid into a seat in the back.

"I don't think so, Mr. Cullen." Miss Frist bent her index finger forward. I groaned as I picked my things back up and threw them to the table in the front. "I don't want any repeats of last week. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." I tried quite hard to keep a straight face.

Last week, while Miss Frist looked over my test-tube, I added too much of the red liquid and poof! Her face was covered in purple goo. It looked better than her face, I'll tell you that.

Rosalie wandered into class moments later, her golden curls bouncing behind her. Her rich indigo eyes lit up when she saw me. "Oh, hey, Emmett!" She threw her books on the table and sat on the stool beside me. "Guess what! Edward and I are back together!" She answered herself before I could speak.

"Woohoo." I muttered.

"Isn't it great!?

"As long as you're happy." I couldn't help but smile at her. She was gorgeous.

"Yeah." She sighed longingly. "I'm pretty sure it's going to work out this time."

"Ha. That's what you said last time…" I mumbled.

"What?"

"Oh, I said the blue and red make slime… you know… last week."

Wow. That was horrible. I thought. Usually I thought faster on my feet. But not when a model was sitting in front of me.

"O-oh." She laughed like she didn't buy it. "So… how's life for you?"

I faked a laugh and swung my fist in front of me. "Pretty darn good."

"That's good." She smiled, looking down and playing with the strings on her sweatshirt.

"Alright, class! Listen up! We're starting with flower dissection. Take the metal toolkits out of your drawer and we'll get started."

Yippee. A whole class next to Rosalie… and I have to spend it trying my hardest not to fall asleep.

I started thinking about what I could say to Edward, but nothing really hit me. I didn't really know what I wanted, other than Rosalie… I just needed to tell him to back off. Yes, that was it. To either love the poor girl or break up with her for good. I was sick of his bipolar attitude. If you broke up with someone, why would you take them back the next day? I didn't understand it.

I knew all the shallow guys on the team would do the same thing. Heck, I probably would too. But there's one thing that would stop me from doing it: I wouldn't break up with her in the first place! All those guys liked her for her looks and physical features, like most perverted slobs. But there was so much more to her. She had beauty and brains, and I admired it. I wondered why Edward would even go out with her. He usually went for the airhead type. Like Bethany… man, did the team have fun messing with her!

Rose had drive. She was passionate. She knew what she wanted. And she would put up a fight for it. I loved those qualities in a girl. And hey, if she happened to be the most beautiful person ever, I'd take it as a bonus.

I watched her from the corner of my eye while I thought about all this. Every now and then she would glance at me and blush, embarrassed I had caught her looking at me. I studied her face. It was flawless from what I could tell. A few ringlets fell in front of her piercing blue-violet eyes that were under long lashes. Her cheekbones were high, painted softly with pale pink powder and her glossy pink plump lips were begging for attention…
I shook my head as if I could clear the thought. I'd been dreaming of it ever since we became friends.

The bell woke me up thoroughly and I shook my head again.

Rose caught me outside of the classroom. "Hey, Emmett! What are you doing next Friday?"

"Uhm… I'm not really sure. Why do you ask?"

"Well… Edward is having a party at his house… and you could… come. I mean, if you wanted to." She smiled up at me.

"Oh. Well, I don't know. But I'll see if I can make it."

"Cool! Well, I'm going to go meet him for lunch!" She squealed. "I'm so excited about our date tonight!"

"Yeah," I mumbled. "I'll be home, waiting for you to call when he dumps you again."