Chapter 1: First Sight

RPOV

Forks, Washington.

This was the city I exiled myself to. This was the gloomy city I put myself in for my mother's sake, also for my mental peace. I took this action with surprised- I was selfish and vain, the ugly truth, no sugar coating. But my pride had its foundation- the admiration that followed me like air wherever I go.

Golden blonde curls, ice blue eyes, I was the kind of girl that belonged in the sunny valley of California, the kind that gossiped non-stop about boys with a group of fake friends and led the cheerleading squad. Instead, I was rather quiet and distant. I sometimes wondered if I didn't really belong in this world, and my look was one factor of that.

"Honey, you can come home anytime. You didn't have to do this," Lillian's high-pitched voice squeaked. Yes, I had to. What was I supposed to do? Watch my mother make out with her weekly boy toys? My father Richard was at least decent. He was handsome- and women of his age were not unaware of that fact- but he didn't use his looks to his advantage. I boarded the plane and sat in the first-class seat. My family was well-off, even though the money didn't do much good. It was useful when I wanted one of those ridiculously expensive designer bags, but it didn't help keep my family from breaking apart. Like most rich families in the cities, mine was abnormal.

My parents divorced when I was eight, due to my mother's constant flirting with other men. After the divorce, mom would bring home a different guy every few days. They were all smitten with her good looks. Don't get me wrong, she was a nice mom. She did all the mom stuff and fussed after me; it was just her way with men that I couldn't stand.

The ride from Port Angeles to Forks with Richard was quiet. We were both not what people called social, and we were fine with silence. After the short greeting, I just stared out the window at the pelting rain.

Richard lived in a nice two-story house. It had two master suites. My room was beautiful. There was a large king sized bed with a handsome ebony headboard and wine red silk covers. The floor was covered by plush carpet and the walls a warm brown. Across the bathroom door was a large desk with my computer- shipped from Beverly Hills- plugged in and ready. A red BMW M3, my pride and joy, was already parked in the two-car garage. I unpacked and lay down on my bed. I can't believe the closet department store was an hour away, well, twenty minutes with my driving. Tomorrow would be my first day at Forks High School, and I was not looking forward to it. I fell asleep to the continuous tapping of rain on the roof.

I woke up and dressed in the new clothes I purchased especially for Forks; my California outfits were too cold even for pajamas. I wore a figure-hugging gray sweater and black skinny jeans with red flats. After gulping down some cereal alone as Richard had already left for work; he was a surgeon at the hospital here. I slid in the car that provided me comfort in this omnipresent town and drove off, arriving at what I expected to be just another boring day of school. How wrong I was.

Behind the counter in the office sat a red-haired middle-aged lady with large garish spectacles; she gaped when she saw me. She smiled at me warmly when I told her my name.

"Rosalie Hale, here is your schedule. Have the teachers sign these slips and bring them back at the end of the day. Have a nice day, dear." I smiled politely at her. The air was cold outside, but I could feel the heat of the students' stare drilling into the back of my head. I ignored them and went to my first period class. Trigonometry, PE, Biology, and Spanish all passed in a blur. People mostly just stared, but a few braver ones introduced themselves. A girl named Lauren Mallory invited me to lunch with her friends. I accepted just to be polite; I could tell she was the queen bitch of the school and as genuine as a fake hundred dollar bill. She was the kind of person I was expected to hang out with. Oh, please.

At lunch, I sat with her friends- Jessica Stanley, a short girl just as fake as her and a real gossiper, Angela Weber, who was nice but a bit boring, Mike Newton, a supposedly popular guy that just looked generic to me, Eric Yorkie, a nerdy computer geek that wouldn't stop bothering me, and Tyler Crowley, an arrogant asshole that thinks everyone likes him. It was there, sitting with the bunch of people that was supposedly my friend when I saw them.

There were seven of them, all as pale as printer paper except for one. There was a tiny girl with pixie features, designer clothes and a great taste, her short ink black hair spiked stylishly like a French model. Sitting next to her was a tall blonde, lean but still muscled, with angular features and the face of a movie star. Across the table was a guy, slightly younger looking than the blonde, with strange bronze hair and incredibly good looks. Next to him was a brunette, petite and slim; her long mahogany hair waving down the middle of her back, her face was innocent, angelic. Beside them was another couple. A girl with thick curls the same shade as the bronze-haired guy, slightly taller than the brunette but weirdly resembles them both. A tall guy with dark skin, a Native America, shaggy black hair and a goofy grin; he was the only one wharfing down the nasty cafeteria food. Then there was him. He was muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark brown curls and an intimidating look, he was the only one without a partner. When he smiled, dimples appeared on his cheeks. They were all, except one, devastatingly beautiful, paler than any other living things, with dark circles under their eyes. This was the first time I saw anyone exceed my beauty so much. Yet I couldn't bring myself to hate them. They were all clearly unaccepted, just like me. It made me wonder whether their beauty was a curse, like mine.

I stared at them, saying nothing. Lauren turned to see why I didn't answer a question she had asked. She smirked.

"Those are the Cullen family. They are all adopted by Dr. Cullen and his wife. The blonde guy is Jasper Whitlock Cullen and his girlfriend, the short one, Alice Brandon Cullen. The bronze haired guy is Edward Masen Cullen, with the bronze haired girl Vanessa Masen Cullen, they are blood siblings. Jacob Black, the dark-skinned one, is Vanessa's boyfriend. His parents were unable to care for him, so he moved in with his girlfriend's family. The brunette is Bella McCarty Cullen," she sneered her name, "she is the big muscled guy, Emmett McCarty Cullen's blood sister, she's with Edward, they are all together. And they live together. That's just nasty." The Cullens are now all expressionless, except for Jacob who was still eating and laughing, and Edward, whose face was twisted with anger and glaring at Lauren out of the corner of his eyes. He dropped his gaze as Bella gave him a disapproved look. The bell rang then, and I walked to history with Angela, enjoying the rare silence.

I gave Mr. Banner the slip and he let me to the seat without an introduction. In the seat next to me was Emmett Cullen. He just smiled a small smile when I reached the seat and turned his attention to the teacher. I decided to take charge.

"Hi, I'm Rosalie Hale," I said, holding out my hand. He eyed it warily before shaking it. His skin was ice cold, but that wasn't I jerked my hand away so fast; an electric shock rang through our connected hands.

"Emmett McCarty Cullen," he said simply, still grimacing from our handshake. I blinked. I wasn't used to being ignored, especially not by guys. I turned back to the teacher, a little embarrassed. Emmett left the classroom faster than I thought possible when the bell rang. I went to English, my last class. I noticed Bella and Edward Cullen in this class. The teacher, Mr. Mason, pointed me to the seat on the left of Bella. Edward was on her right, and he grimaced when I came. What's with this family and grimacing? I saw him snicker, and Bella gave him a questioning look.

"Hello, I'm Bella McCarty Cullen, and this is Edward Masen Cullen." She introduced herself. Her voice was angelic and soft. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was envious of her. I had hoped her to be some bitch so she wouldn't be all perfect, but she was too nice.

"Hi. I'm Rosalie Hale," I smiled, slightly intimidated by Edward's expression. He seriously wasn't a happy guy. The only time when he'd smile is when he looks at his family and especially Bella; his gaze was so filled with love for her I was surprised the people in the room couldn't feel it. Bella smiled a genuine smile, very unlike the ones I've received so far, and turned to whisper something at Edward. I saw him nod his head very slightly- as in millimeters difference. He just nodded his head curtly at me. Geez, if Bella the only nice one in this family? Whenever Bella would try to open her mouth to speak to me, Edward would shot her a glance then she would turn back to him. Controlling much? I can't believe he wouldn't even let his girlfriend talk to who she wants to. You know… I heard about controlling abusive teenage relationships. I heard a faint growl and Edward's face was pained. Bella's was stern.

I just shook it off and turned my attention to the teacher, all the while hoping Edward would be absent tomorrow so I could have at least one conversation worth having with one of the few genuine girls in this school. I ignored the growl I heard after that. Seriously, are there animal problems around here or something?

After school, I drove home in my M3, ignoring the lustful gazes boys were sending after me and my car.

AN: it's not that good… Rosalie is hard for me to capture since she isn't one of my favorite characters… I tried to make her less, idk, hostile toward Bella. So they're prob going to be like Alice-Bella friendship in Twilight.

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Oh. Disclaimer: SM owns everyone, but I want Jasper, like badly =)