I was looking into the rearview mirror, trying to fix my hair properly. I looked perfect. Emmett drove into our parking space, and got out and opened my door for me. I smiled up at him, and got out of the car.
I saw my reflection in a nearby puddle and started staring into it.
Then I got hit in the back of the head with a snowball.
Some idiot pelted me with a snowball!
I growled and shot my head up, seeing that Jasper was smiling wide. Emmett barked a laugh, and so did Edward. I glared at them both.
"Emmett, hand me that mirror," I said, with my voice sour.
Emmett reached inside the glove compartment and pulled out a compact mirror—I always kept one in the car, just in case of emergency.
This definitely was an emergency.
I snatched the mirror from his hands and turned away from them. I looked at my hair in the mirror.
It's ruined. It's ruined! I can't believe it! Ugh! It was looking so perfect.
I picked wet, squashy snow out of my hair for at least three minutes.
"Oh, come on, Rosalie! It's just a snowball. No need to freak out about it," I heard Jasper say. I just ignored him and walked into the school.
I just glared over my shoulder at them through first period and all the way to fourth. Lunch was next. I walked with Alice to the cafeteria and took my seat at the lunch table.
"Rose, I'm sorry," Jasper said.
I could feel his stinking ability start to take over my body. I suddenly felt all happy and girly. I tried to fight off his strange, but useful power, but it won the war. "Don't use your power on me," I growled through my teeth.
"Sorry. I was the one who threw it. My bad," he smiled.
"Yeah, babe. It was just a joke. I'm sure he's sorry—and I wasn't in on it," Emmett said, looking at me, smiling innocently, dimples showing. I had to fight off my smile. Those cute, baby-faced dimples made me smile every time he showed them.
"But Edward was," Jasper said.
My smile faded fast.
"Thanks for ratting me out, Jazz," I heard Edward say.
"I had nothing to do with it, although I did see it coming. It was kind of funny—I mean it was bad. Very wrong, guys. Don't ever do it again," Alice giggled.
"Okay, fine. You're all forgiven. On one condition…,"
They all looked at me confused.
* * *
They all stood there in the front yard of our house, as I threw huge slushy, wet, snowballs at them. Alice hated it.
It was quite enjoyable.
"Who knew that Rosalie had a sense of humor?" Emmett chuckled.
I aimed one right in the center of his forehead.
"Ew! This shirt is ruined!" Alice whined.
I just laughed and continued throwing the snowballs at them.