What were things like for Mike Newton before Bella Swan?
You are about to find out.
"Hey, Rosalie! Your hair looks really nic-"
"No."
"Um…but that top looks really g-"
"No."
"I'm not even lying, you look so ravishi-"
"No."
He stared after her longing as she turned a corner, without even a look in his direction. The sound of her heels against the tile faded.
Mike Newton sighed, rubbing his eyes.
It wasn't like this was new.
Rosalie Cullen was a tough woman, he knew that, it was just…Guh…
He wasn't giving up.
The Next Day.
"Hey, Rosalie! Your hair looks really nic-"
"No."
"Um…but that top looks really g-"
"No."
"I'm not even lying, you look so ravishi-"
"No."
"YOU KNOW WHAT ROSALIE?"
The blonde paused, and turned slowly. Her gaze, stabbing.
Mike froze as he watched her scan the hall. Then she came at him. Shoving him against the locker with such force, his back caused the metal to crush behind him. Her forehead pressed hard against his.
"Ouch." Mike groaned, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
She whispered through gritted teeth. "Leave. Me. Alone."
Arching a brow, he grinned. "Bite me."
Releasing the grip she had on his t-shirt, he fell to the ground. Brushing off her blouse, Rosalie smiled complacently. "Don't tempt me."
Walking away, she left a certain Mike Newton very stunned.