Rosalie's Tear Stained Cheeks
"Why isn't he here yet?" Rosalie thought impatiently, as she waited for the love of her life to come meet her so they could go get lunch. "Third period bell is going to ring soon, he should be here…"
Royce and her had been dating for the past two months…infact today was their two month anniversary. Rosalie usually wasn't one of those girls who kept track of all those silly little days, but this time was different. Royce usually remembered them, and they seemed to have meant a lot to him, but then again if that was true then why wasn't he here? They were supposed to meet as soon as they could get to the lockers after the lunch bell rang so the two could walk over to the bakery together…it wasn't like him to forget.
But, she was prepared to forgive him. He just had to show up! This was getting to be ridiculous, she was hungry and tired and emotional…not a good combo. She checked the watch hanging on the wall; he was going to be in big trouble. She also double checked that she was where he had said to meet, and she was, exactly.
Getting tired of just standing there, Rosalie caught Betty's eye as she walked past…the first person in the vacant hall all lunch hour. She didn't particularly like Betty, she was too cheerful for her own good, but she was the only one there at the moment. "Betty, have you seen Royce?"
"Ya, just two minuets ago!" said Betty…the captain of the cheerleader team. Rosalie had been asked to join, and although she knew she was pretty enough and it wasn't about her being self conscious or anything, she had denied the offer. Rosalie thought it was rather demeaning…jumping around like a fool who is desperate for attention. She, however, was not desperate for attention.
"Well can you tell me where he is?" Rosalie snapped, sounding harsher then she had meant.
"Um, he was walking to the Bakery with Amber Vanderburgh." Said Betty as she turned and walked through the doors and down the stairs, miffed at the appreciation, or lack there of, that she had just received.
Rosalie felt like a hot knife had just been stabbed in her chest. Amber! Amber of all people to be ditched for, Amber! Royce was cheating on her! How could he, they had been dating for so long, Rosalie had been convinced that he was the one….he said he loved her. But love never fails, so why on earth would he fail her now?
And it was at that moment that Rosalie knew that Royce was not coming.
Rosalie sank against one of the lockers and began to cry. The tears didn't seem to stop coming out, it hurt so much. She just had the worst morning of her life, and she was hoping that being with Royce would fix that…but he wasn't coming. And then after looking forward to it, and waiting for him for so long…what a let down. She couldn't believe she had given him a second chance.
Royce had done this before, but she had let it slip. She was madly in love with him, and Rosalie didn't want to believe that he had hurt her, but he had. So as she sat there on the ground, drowning in the tears she had ignored for so long, she made a decision. She wasn't going to forgive Royce this time…she couldn't. He was a jerk…but Rosalie wondered if she could really do any better. He was handsome, wealthy, smart…and she wasn't any of those.
Rosalie heard footsteps on the stairs; they were loud, but still soft.
"Oh great," she thought as she hastily tried to wipe her eyes, only to see that her mascara was running with them. "I look like a mess and now some random kid is going to see me and tell everybody."
She stole a quick glance to the person who had opened the door and paused after seeing her. Rosalie had never met this guy before….was he new, or had she just never noticed him before? She highly doubted her second guess, surly she would have seen someone this gorgeous before. He was tall, with dark brown hair, and muscle seemed to be the only element to his body. He looked more like a Greek god sent to make her feel even worse about her present state then any hillbilly in this school.
She looked down ashamed, not wanting to look into his beautiful eyes again, knowing that they would surly be filled with laughter. But she didn't hear any muffled smirks…she just heard his footsteps tell they were right in front of her, and she felt the small displacement of the air as he kneeled down.
"Are you ok?" asked the husky voice that to Rosalie's surprise, actually sounded sincere.
"Please, just leave me alone" she whispered back.
"But…I should introduce myself I guess. My name is Emmett. And yours is…"
Rosalie was surprised he didn't leave…but she didn't mind it…that much. This Emmett boy seemed nice...and not to mention nice to look at. "I'm Rosalie Hale."
"Pleased to meet you," replied Emmett smiling. "So, Rosalie…what's wrong?"
Rosalie smiled inside, she liked the way he said her name. "Everything…"
Emmett paused for a moment, seemingly not sure if his next move was safe, but he would take the chance. He lifted Rosalie's chin up with the side of his index finger and hand, but very slowly. The two stared into each others eyes...
Rosalie quickly put her head down when he moved his hand to her shoulder. Emmett continued, "You know, you look really pretty right now."
"No I don't," Rosalie protested as she wiped her face with her sleeve, it turning black with the mascara that was surly smudged. "I'm a mess."
"Well, there are a couple water marks," said Emmett as he wiped away one of her tears. Quietly laughing, he whispered so only she could hear. "But still utterly and completely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
Rosalie glanced up at him, and into his eyes. They looked sincere enough…they were, too, very handsome. Rosalie's mind searched for something to say to the mysterious boy who made Royce look like a piece of dirt. Suddenly, Royce was no longer the boy of her dreams. With someone this amazing staring into her eyes, how could he be? Of the forty seconds Rosalie had known Emmett, he seemed a million times funnier, kind, caring, compassionate, and truthful, more then anything Royce could ever hope to be.
"Emmett-," Rosalie was cut off by a horribly familiar voice…very very horrible.
"Oh Rose, my darling! I'm here, sorry I'm a bit late. Oh, who's your new friend?" Royce came over, speaking loudly as he normally did, and kissed Rosalie on the cheek. He shooted a quick hostile glance at Emmett who straitened out a bit.
"I'm Emmett…"
"Oh, wonderful" said Royce, not sounding like he meant it all. "Well Rose, let's go!"
Royce stood up, tapping his foot in impatience.
"Here, let me help you up," said Emmett as he stood, grasping Rosalie's hand and tenderly helping her to here feet. Rosalie just stumbled over her words as she sounded like a blathering idiot, trying to get her 'thank you' to come out right.
Royce put his arm around her waist, and pulled her close to him. This time, instead of sinking into his side, Rosalie kept as much distance between their bodies as he would allow.
"What happened to you?" Royce asked rudely. "Your make-up is making it look like you just got hit by a bus."
At that, Emmett looked as though he wanted to go over and punch Royce in the face, he clenched his fists.
Rosalie strained to look back at Emmett before Royce pulled her through the doors. The last thing she saw before the door slam shut was Emmett standing there looking after her, longing in his eyes.
"Goodbye Rosalie Hale." He whispered as he silently walked away.