Author's Note: Squee, the first installment of my part in the chronicles. Can you say excited? I really hope you like this, because I've been inlove with the idea ever since I came up with it one night when I couldn't sleep.

411 - This takes place after Prom and before school lets out.. so it's about two weeks before school ends, okay? That means Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper are still at the school as seniors. Meaning I want no reviews saying anything along the lines of, "But they shouldn't be at the school this year!" or whatever.

Channie a.k.a. VampireSweetie is my partner in all of this, though we don't write them together. We share the series and do the posting as a couples thing, okay?

I have a dozen things to do right now, so I'm sorry if there are delays in mine, or even hers, but just keep in mind that we do have lives beside fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

CHAPTER 1

The dull lighting of the sun tumbled through the lightly closed blinds, emitting light onto the ugly floor of the Biology room. I stared in an uninterested fashion at the streaks of light, watching while the sun cleared and more streaks came further and further towards me. When the sun hit my pale ankles, I shifted body weight so that they might not the sparkle of my inhuman skin.

"Rosalie?" said the high voice of our young substitute.

"Mrs. Dawson," I murmured absently without looking at her.

"Will you tell me the answer, please?"

My eyes flickered in the direction of Mrs. Dawson's petite form. "34B," I said lightly and simply.

She looked confused. "Miss Hale, this is Biology. How on earth--" Her cheeks flushed the color of red wine as she noticed the way I was indirectly gesturing towards her chest. I turned my head to fully look at her and gave her a sly little smirk.

"I'm just guessing, though." My voice was sugar-sweet.

"And what exactly was your guest based upon?" Her voice wasn't so sweet as she folded her arms across said chest, still blushing. She was giving me a very irritable glare, one grown-ups gave kids when they felt they were being injustly disrespected.

The smirk on my lips shifted into a big smile. "That mine are bigger than yours, of course."

Roars of laughters moved through the class at my comment, and I giggled quietly, enjoying the extra attention playing on me. Mrs. Dawson's eyes shifted through the group of students with an infuriated look on her face, then they settled on me in a way saying she wanted me to die.

Good luck with that.

I through a glance across the room at Emmett. He was already looking at me and shaking his head, a grin on his face. He shot a glance at Jasper, who was leaning back in his chair and rolling his eyes though grinning at my crude humor as well. They were used to it.

The bell rang shortly after and I was out of my seat before anyone could stop me. Mrs. Dawson glared at me as I swayed past her desk, an unbreakable smile playing once more across my beautiful and perfectly built face.

Emmett was leaning against the lockers by the door when I glided out. He moved forward and caught my waist before I could pass him.

"You're cruel," he murmured to me, though his grin was infectious.

I bit my lip, then pouted slightly. "But loving." I moved my lips to his and kissed him, enjoying the way he eagerly kissed back. I knew the kids at Forks High were watching in either admiration or irritation, but that didn't really matter.

"Public displays of affection," Jasper said as he walked up on the opposite side of Emmett.

"Like you and Alice never do it," I scowled playfully at my brother.

Alice and Edward came walking up to us as if on some cue. She bounced over to Jasper, faithfully allowing him to drape his arm around her. Edward walked up on the opposite side of me with a bored expression on his face.

"Missing Bella?" giggled Alice.

"Yes," he sighed. "I don't understand why they couldn't have just switched that one class - otherwise, we'd have all of them together."

I blocked the rest of the conversation out, focusing on how much it irritated me the way he still loved Bella so much. I had dealt with it so far because I thought maybe it was a phase. But now it was just getting pointless.

I hated that she was a constant reminder of my inhuman status. Her blush, her heartbeat, her clumsiness. It all drew me insane because it kept reminding me I'd never be able to do or be any of those things ever again.

The sound of rain pulled me from my thoughts, and I realized it had suddenly started raining. I shouldn't been suprised; it was always mysteriously beginning to rain in Forks without any such warning like that. I wasn't suprised, actually. Just irritated.

Forks was something else that I hated. I didn't need to be here - there was honestly no point except to hide my secret. I often got lost in my thoughts of being able to live in the sunshine all over again, somewhere like Paris or New York City. But even in the winter, I couldn't go to those places because of my clear differency.

I sat down beside Emmett in an incoherant fashion, hardly acknowledging him as he put his arm around my shoulder and lightly made a comment to me. I was focusing on Edward and not having to ask what he was waiting on, because I knew.

Bella came walking up as if on cue that precise moment, her big brown eyes full of joy to be reunited with Edward once more. Sickening.

She had almost made her way to the table when she stumbled over thin air - as usual - and started to fall in the direct area behind me. Edward stood up, but instead of rushing over, said my name with alarm and expectancy. I gave him a vulernable look and raised my eyebrow. I felt taken aback that he expected me to just save her.

Her whimpering voice could be heard as she hit the floor, and then I heard Edward growling my name in irritation. He swooped out from his seat and moved her back beside him in less than three seconds. I scowled to myself at the way he was being so.. inhuman when I was unhappy because Carlisle had told us not to be inhuman.

Jasper said something to me half way through lunch, and for the first time in about six months, I had to look up and have him repeat what he had just said to me. He looked slightly amused that he had to repeat, but he did so anyway.

"You're eyes are getting dark," he had said.

"And?" I pressed, pursing my lips in a bored state of mind.

"And you should probaly come feeding with me this weekend," Alice said to me in her general, chipery voice from across the table. She was ripping her bread into tiny little crumbs, all the while keeping her eyes on me.

Sighing, I nodded to her that I would. It was unavoidable to notice that my family were all speaking slower than we used to, all because Bella now sat with us and Edward though it fair that she should know what was being said at her own lunch table.

My thoughts easily redirected to feeding, which was hardly my favorite thing to do. The mere thought of it made me uneasy. It wasn't the meal that I didn't enjoy, but the actual process of doing it. I put in the much aggresion I couldn't get by hunting for whatever was possible at the time of day or year, but it was another reminder of my misplacement.

Emmett had said something.

"Hm?" I looked up at him, hardly noticing he had stood up.

He blinked. "Rosalie, I said it's time for gym."

"Oh," I murmured simply and stood up. I followed him and Jasper out the lunch room door and walked silently with them into the gym building.

The girls that were in the locker room when I went in all gave me different glances, though they all led to the same thing: admiration. I knew that all of them got jealous of me on a daily basis, not just for my looks, but for Emmett. My entire family was desired, and unfortunately, my husband was no acception to this little catch.

Speaking of desire, I heard the faint sound over the bickering in the locker room of someone saying Emmett's name on the gym floor in a way I wasn't willing to accept. I was standing at the opened door before anyone could take a breath, and I quickly regretted taking my time in here.

A petite, redheaded sophmore stood infront of Emmett at the bleachers. He was just now putting on his gym shirt, so I knew she got a good look at his body. I cursed silently before walking up behind the flimsy little redhead.

"Excuse me."

She turned her head around first, then whirled when she saw it was me. I didn't know who she was, but she obviously knew who I was as she quickly glanced back at Emmett, then at me. She smiled nervously and walked off before I could hurt her.

Emmett chuckled. "Rose, she was only saying hello." He stood up and put his hands on either side of my hips, looking easily into my darkening eyes. I looked up at him in an untimid fashion, trying to ignore my urge to kiss him.

"Well, she didn't ask my permission," I replied evenly, and adverted him when he leaned in to give me a sweet kiss on the lips. I giggled softly when he cursed and scowled over his shoulder at me, making his way to the volleyball court.

The gym class was still going through a process of volleyball schrimedging that we had started about three days ago. We were still in the same teams as we had started out in, which meant I was taking a seat on the bleachers first round.

Bella walked up to me with a hopeful and cautious look in her eyes. But her doe-like eyes were bitterly wasted on me. I felt vulnerable and jealous all at the same moment when she sat down beside me on the third row of bleachers.

I cursed to myself, dispising how her gym class and mine had been united for the last two weeks of this school year. I hadn't been paying attention to the reason for this motion of events

"Hi, Rosalie," she said.

"Afternoon," I murmured in response, not bothering to look at her.

She sat silently beside me for several moments. I almost thought she had taken the hint until I heard her voice coming, yet again, from close beside me on the bleachers.

"Jessica told me about your comment in Biology class." She smiled at me, and I saw this from the corner of my eye. "I would have loved to see Mrs. Dawson's face when you said it."

Jessica? I tried to remember this unfamiliar person, and sadly, it didn't take long. She was the short, darkly tanned junior in Bella's class - the one that had been after the Newton boy's affection since as long as I had been here. She was so angry when he took such a strong liking to me that she convinced everyone I was anorexic for the simple reason that I never ate at lunch. Ridiculous.

"Such a pity you didn't."

She tried again. "Edward told me that Carlisle is considering bringing me on your summer trip this year. He wouldn't have it at first, but now Alice and Esme are pushing the idea." She took a moment to think over what she had said. "They don't know if you all are going to go to Alaska or-"

"Canada. I know, Bella."

The sound of Jasper's hand connecting with the volleyball sounded in the gym, though Emmett and I were probaly the only ones that could hear it so well. As for the rest of our P.E. class, I guessed they focused on the loud hit sounding out when it hit the ground from his hard hit.

Biting my lip, I imagined Jasper looking at me to see that I was smiling at what he had just done - that I was proud of my brother. Then he did look at me, like he knew I had wanted it. And he smiled back. It was strange how that happened. He wanted me to do something and I would just know he wanted it; vise versa, of course, too. Even more so that we weren't biologically related.

Bella's voice broke my content gaze, which upset me quite abit. I rarely ever felt content in Forks High School, or Forks for that matter. With the simple exception of being with Emmett or with my family. She ruined it.

"I'm sorry about Edward getting mad at you during lunch for not catching me," said Bella in a slow, methodical voice. She sounded cautious of me, and maybe she had the right to be.

"Okay."

But she wouldn't let it go. "I know you don't like me, Rosalie."

I looked off. "Then what's the problem?"

She was silent for a second, either thinking or re-thinking. "Edward explained that you were jealous of me and everything. For being human, I mean, but-"

"Don't flatter yourself," I snapped coldly without looking up. "I dislike you because you're human, and you hold our secret in your pathetic little hands. You could reveal us for everything we are in just one slip of the tounge-"

"But I won't."

"You might."

Again, there was an eerie silence that fell over us. I glanced over her, my gaze so light that she wouldn't noticed, and gave her the once over for the first time since the prom had occured.

Her skin looked almost as pale as ours in the translusant lighting of the poorly fixated gym, and it seemed the fact that our uniforms were a darker red and white didn't help to contrast making her poor complexion look any healthier. She still held that doe-like expression of fake innocence with her deeply set, dark brown eyes and pursed lips. Her knees were pulled up to her chest on the bleachers while she looked indirectly at me.

Why did Edward want to throw all of this away on Bella Swan?

"If you don't like me because I'm not a vam.. because I'm not human, then you might just have to get used to," she finally said, sounding irritable and depressed at her own words. "Since Edward wants to keep me innocent and not damn me, I-"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't be naive, Bella."

She blinked. "What?"

"You really believe that lines Edward keeps telling you, telling us?" I asked in a mocking tone. I looked back at her and raised my eyebrow.

She just stared at me.

"Bella, you may have noticed this, but we are far from human." My tone was breezy. "We all miss our humanity - just not me. Edward misses it, too, especially apparently since you showed up. Did you ever stop to think that perhaps he was lying about his reaons and screwed up logic just to keep from hurting you more than what might be possible?"

She was still staring.

I sighed, "Okay, Bella, I'll make this easy for you to understand: Edward loves your blush, your heartbeat. He adores the way you're so clumsy at times and he likes watching you get wrecked, or dazzled, or whatever you call it, by him.You're what he has of the human side of life."

Nothing but a stare.

Leaning back, I rolled my eyes and glanced off. This was getting irritating. "Fine - I guess I just won't sugar coat it for you." I looked back at her again, staring into her dark brown eyes. "Alice has her vision, Jasper has his senses, et cetera. And though Edward has his ability to read thoughts, you give him something else." Now, I paused. "You get him high, I guess."

"High?" She was looking at me like I were absurd.

My voice came out colder than intended, though it didn't particularly matter. "High," I confirmed in an exact fashion. "And now, the simple fact remains that if he were to change you into a vampire, you may not be able to give him that high you put him now."

Her eyes glazed over. "Rosalie, are you trying to say that Edward would not love me if I were to become on of you? A vampire." She fell silent on the last word, almost like she were ashamed to say it. No one would have been able to her. Atleast, I didn't think they would.

"Well, yes, Bella, I suppose that I am."

She murmured, "That's ridiculous." But by the sound of her voice - the uncertianity and hesitation - I knew that she wasn't so sure if it was or not. She was considering it, and this made me smile, because this meant I had gotten to her.

I couldn't help but glance wickedly towards her in satisfaction. "It's making sense in your head - and that's what's killing you, Bella."

"Rosalie, why do you hate me?" Her voice was angry and vulnerable, signaling that I might have misjudged her. Maybe she could defend herself on the off chance that she actually tried to.

"Hate is such a strong word."

Bella frowned. "Then what do you feel towards me?"

Looking at her through darkening eyes, I felt a vicious smile playing across my stunningly gorgeous face. "I said it was a strong word; I never said it wasn't what I felt."

"Miss Hale?" Coach Clapp said from the volleyball net, acting as a referee. "You know, I'm sure you're having a nice conversation, but you might get ready to go in since your brothers' game is almost up." He was raising an eyebrow at me in a way that was unexceptable.

I rolled my eyes and moved to my feet when he called the whistle for the game to be over, ignoring that he had referred to Emmett as my brother. He gave me a wink and I smiled luciously at him before stepping onto the court.

When I stepped up behind the farthest line to serve, I saw a delicious site infront me. The redhead that had been flirting with my love was standing in the center back, in perfect possison for me to send her a serve she would never forget. She noticed me when some guy on my team said my name before tossing me the ball. I twirled the ball in my hand, bending my knees and preparing to serve. Slowly lowering into serving possison, the sophmore gave me a look. Her eyes twinkled with fear and knowing that she was so dead. She also held a nervous-esque look to her.

"Two hits," I murmured.

Jasper, who had been rotated onto my team, glanced back. "What?"

I grinned mischiviously. "Two hits," I repeated. "Me hitting the ball, and the ball hitting her."

He started to laugh quietly so that no one else but me could hear him. And then I tossed the ball up into the air without any more hesitation, and nearly punched it with the inside of my hand in an over-hand serve. The sound of people shuffling to avoid it and then yelling the sophmore's name, who was apparently named Miley, to look out.

But it was much too late: the ball slammed - with heavier force than I had intended - straight into Miley's tanned face. To my light suprise, she fell backwards and hit the ground, all of this happening in two very quick seconds. I narrowed my eyes in an observant way.

The class slowly split into different groups. One of those groups was laughing uncontrolably, and another was racing to Miley's side, yelling her name like she had been struck down by God's wrath. No, she had been struck by my wrath. Much worse. And then there was the group of people who were just staring with wide-eyed shock at either me or Miley. Our coach and Bella belonged to the last group.

I looked in Emmett's direction. He was leaning back on the bottom row of the bleachers, watching me intently. I gave him an innocent shrug, then smiled when he grinned. I didn't have to be right with him to know that he was laughing.

"Three hits," Jasper corrected. My brother was leaning down with his hands on his knees, laughing as hard as some of the humans were. "You hitting the ball, the ball hitting her, and her hitting the floor."

And even though I was laughing wickedly with my brother and husband and over half the entire gym class, the pounding rain was in the distance as a blank reminder that I was still misplaced, despite the beauty of my face when I smiled.

Her face is a map of the world
Is a map of the world
You can see she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl
And everything around her is a silver pool of light
The people who surround her feel the benefit of it
It makes you calm
She holds you captivated in her palm