A/N- So I just found this story in my email! I wrote it a couple years ago and then stopped. Finding it has inspired me to put it on here and see how people like it. I'm warning you now it's a little out there and the people will definitely be out of character. I have had to make some changes to it to fit into the Twilight characters. Let me know if you would like to read my original version, I'd be happy to send it. Review and let me know if you like it or hate it!
Chapter One- Arrival
Jumping out of her jeep Rosalie can feel all eyes on her. There is a slight breeze out which makes her black leather trench coat fly out behind her; revealing her combat boots, black cargo shorts, silver belt with a skull on the buckle, and tight fitting t-shirt that showed her newly acquired chest. She's wearing sunglasses even though there was very little sun out. Walking into administrations all eyes are on her. It's like they've never seen her before. Rosalie has been attending St. Anthony's Boarding School since 7th grade.
The administration's office is a light purple color with beige leather couches pushed against the wall. There are paintings of flowers on the wall and fresh orchids sitting on the counter. Behind the counter is Mrs. Swanson; one of her favorite staff members.
"It's nice to see you again, sweetie," Mrs. Swanson greets her with a warm smile.
"Very nice to see you too. How was your summer," she asks her sincerely and fills out her clipboard.
"I got to see my family that lives in Australia. It's really beautiful there. How was your summer," she replies and types something into her computer.
"I'm glad you had a great summer. I had a rather boring summer," she lies when in actuality she had a very rough summer.
"Well I see here that you got Junior President this year, congratulations. Here is your dorm key, and you know where the Junior House is right," she checks with a smile that shows off her perfect teeth.
"Yes I do, thank you," she smiles back at her sweetly, then waltzes right out of the office.
And once again all eyes are on her.
She leaps into her jeep and starts the engine. Driving to Junior House people stop and stare at her.
St. Anthony's layout is fairly simple. Since grades 7-12 attend the school, the campus is very large and fenced off from the world. At the left end, closest to the forest, are the dorm rooms. The houses are separated by grade level. Now the Presidents have their own room in the middle wing, top level. In the rest of the middle wing is the lobby and main doors to both wings.
At the right end of campus are the school buildings. There are 5 buildings total, then gym and music rooms. The school library is towards the middle of the campus along with the Commons or Cafeteria.
There are small walkways lined with roses, trees, and bushes; then much larger roads and parking lots. The sidewalks are covered by cement corridor type walls. Beautiful stone pillars that are medieval style. The kids that had cars are allowed to use them, but without one, it is a very long commute to the school buildings.
The library has a beautiful fountain out front; that is her favorite spot to read at, especially in the spring, where she can sit under the big oak tree and watch the fountain, or where she can calm down if she's upset.
She pulls up the Junior House and parks right up front, so she won't have to lug her stuff from a distance. She hops out of the jeep and takes a deep breath and looks-up at the top level, but only with her eyes. Emmett McCarty and Edward Cullen are staring at her. But they can't tell that she's looking at them. A second later Edward makes a comment to McCarty who then proceeds to slap him upside the head.
"Rosalie," she knows that voice anywhere, its Royce.
She turns around; Royce and Jasper are walking over to her. Royce and Jasper are non-identical twins. Royce is the older one (by about 12 minutes). He has sleek black hair, he has ocean blue eyes. He is about 6 feet 2 inches, and dare she say, very muscular.
Jasper comes to about 6 feet tall, a mere 2 inches shorter than Royce. Jasper has dark blue eyes and straight blonde hair. Jasper is also muscular, but Royce, in her opinion, is stronger. They are both on the archery and fencing teams, as is she, and in their senior year.
Rosalie meets them halfway and Jasper scoops her into a bone crushing hug, she hugs him back and then he let's go of her.
She turns and looks at Royce, just studying his face. Then she throws her arms around his neck and he brings his arms around her waist. She breathes in his scent; soap and after- shave. She loves that smell. Her heart is racing; pounding like drums during a rock song.
She eventually extracts herself from his arms and looks up into his ocean blue eyes. Even though they technically aren't together anymore, she still gets lost in them.
"I missed you guys," she sighs when she come out of her trance.
"We missed you too, Rosalie," Jasper replies with that famous heartbreaker smile.
"So what dorm are you in this year," Royce eagerly asks her.
"Junior President," she informs them with a cunning smile.
Royce's eyes turn coal black, which tells her that the demonic side is taking over.
"Who is the other President," Jasper wonder's with worry in his eyes for her and his brother.
"No idea," she answers and glance's at Royce.
"Rosalie you need to calm him down before he does something rash that would expose us," Jasper commands.
She nods, not being able to resist and order, and slide's her arms around Royce's neck. Then she gives him a gentle kiss. This action helps to focus his mind on something else, and Royce snakes his arms around her waist; holding her there.
Royce pulls her closer and tips her head up farther, trying to deepen the kiss. She lets him have entrance to her mouth, before pulling away. This turns his face into a cute pout. She strokes his cheek, and then rests her head on his very muscular chest. It feels so right to be in his arms again.
Rosalie hears someone fake cough a few feet away, and she jumps away from Royce's embrace. Her body immediately recognizes the lost in warmth and yearns for it back. She looks over at Jasper and he is shaking his head with an amused grin plastered on his face.
"You find this funny," she asks him with venom lacing her voice.
"Very amusing," he chuckles.
"I'm telling Alice," she taunts him.
"You tell her and I'll spread a rumor around school that you are completely enamored with Emmett McCarty," Jasper retorts and smiles in victory when her smile falters.
"Not fair," she grumbles and cross's her arms.
"Life isn't fair sweetheart," Royce interjects, and places an arm over her shoulders.
Rosalie pouts and pulls-out her cell-phone. She dials Alice's number and she answers right away.
"Hey Rosalie! Are you here yet? Because I am and I totally need your help decorating my room. Which room are you in? And have you seen Jasper? Cause I really want to see him. We barely hung-out this summer, I really miss him. So are you here yet," Alice is a very skilled talker, you see.
"Chill out. Yes I am here. I would love to help you. I'm in the JP dorm this year. I have seen Jasper, he is standing right here. And I hate him," she answers her and glares at Jasper.
"That is so cool! You are so lucky. And why do you hate him? What did he do," she inquires with curiosity lining her tone.
"He threatened to spread a rumor around that school about me being totally enamored with Emmett McCarty," Rosalie tells her and sticks her tongue out at Jasper.
"It's not true right?"
"God no," She screams into the phone, and senses Royce flinch.
"Alright, calm. So why did he threaten to do that," Alice questions.
"I'll tell you later. So what room are you in?"
"Level 1 room 13."
"Be there in a few minutes," She lets her know and hang-up.
She shakes Royce's arm off, reluctantly, and walks back to her jeep to grab her car keys.
"Where are you going," Royce asks sadly, hanging his head.
"Alice's room," She answers with a 'where else would I go' tone.
"We will meet you in the Commons at dinner time," Jasper promises with the finality of an order.
Rosalie nods and turns to walk into the building when Royce's smooth voice calls to her.
"And Rosalie, we will talk tonight."
She really hates when they pull ranks on her. She nods again and runs into the building before they order her around some more. She quickly finds Alice's room and knocks on the door.
She answer's it with a squeal and pulls her into a hug. Her black hair flies into her face and she's temporarily blinded.
Alice is only 2 inches shorter than her, which brings her to a grand totally of 5 feet 3 inches, but Rosalie thinks she is way skinnier than her. She has a short pixie cut and piercing green eyes. Alice is such a girly girl that it's hard for people to imagine her being Rosalie's female best friend, because she's so…not.
"So tell me what happened," Alice demands and yanks Rosalie onto the bed with her.
Rosalie starts from the beginning and tells her everything that happened since her arrival; from Emmett to Jasper and Royce to kissing Royce and to the rumor.
"That's so unfair," Alice whines about the Junior President status.
"You should have kept your grades up last year then," She reminds her for the millionth time.
"So? I'm not a goodie two- shoes like you. You have the perfect grades and your teachers wrapped around your finger. That's why you got Junior President this year. You get an entire dorm room to yourself, well except for the lucky guy you get to share with," Alice nudges her in the shoulder and continues to put her clothes in her dresser.
"Shut up! You know damn well there are two bedrooms; and I'll be so damn busy it won't matter," Rosalie yells at her.
"Yes but you do have to share a bathroom with this guy," she laughs.
"Ugh. Don't remind me," Rosalie drops her head into her hands.
"Who do you think the Guy JP is anyway," Alice asks and tries to hang her pink curtains up.
"Maybe, hopefully, it's Mike," She walks over to her and gives her a hand.
"Oh please. He was so caught up into the girl of his last year to pay any attention," Alice scoffs.
"You're right. Well maybe it's Tyler."
"He's not exactly the brightest bulb in the box, if you catch my drift," she grins.
"Then who else could it possibly be," Rosalie asks out loud when a light bulb clicks.
Alice and Rosalie look over at each other with bug eyes.
"You don't think it's…," Alice leaves her sentence hanging.
"It couldn't be him," Rosalie tries to assure herself.
"I don't know, he's pretty smart…and handsome, daring, funny, sexy, amazing, athletic, ripped, protective, possessive," Alice looks at the wall dreamily.
"Not to mention; harsh, cruel, stupid, creepy, asshole, bastard, egotistic jerk, rude, arrogant, rule breaker, not funny, pain in the ass," Rosalie lists off.
"That's just you. I think you, Jasper, and Royce are the only ones in this entire school that hate him," Alice points out and gets off her bed.
She walks over to the mini fridge and grabs two cokes. She tosses her one and they flop down on her bed together.
"Well except for the teachers," Rosalie says.
"They hate everyone but you," she grins over at her.
"Hey, do you think Mr. Wilson got that piano set up in the JP room like he said he would," Rosalie suddenly remembers the piano.
"Probably, he thinks you're some child protégée or some crap like that," Alice waves her hand at Rosalie and sips her coke.
"Well do you think we should head over to my dorm," Rosalie asks.
"Hell yes! I want to see who you're roommate is," Alice jumps up and starts to put her boots on.
"Fine," Rosalie grumbles and slips her combat boots on.
Alice shuts her door and they head to the President's Dorm.
At St. Anthony's there is a boy and girl president for each grade level. They are chosen by their performance in their previous grade. The presidents have a separate dorm room. Then, since they are supposed to be mature and crap like that, you have to share a large dorm room with the other president.
They enter the middle wing, listen to horrid elevator music for 6 floors, and walk down the hallway to the JP room. Rosalie digs through her pocket until she finally finds the key. Alice rips it from her hand and jams it into the lock. She precedes to un-lock the door, and throws it open. The sight before them is shocking.
Before them is Emmett McCarty with his supposed ex-whore; Angel. They were in a very um, passionate embrace on the leather couch.
"Do you mind," Rosalie asks harshly.
"Actually I do, so if you would be so kind as to leave," McCarty retorts.
"I see you're still the same jack-ass you were last year, the year before, the year before, and the year before," she smiles ruefully at him.
"And I see you still have that stick wedged up your ass," McCarty stands up and Angel scampers out of the room.
"Well having a stick up my ass is better than having my tongue down a man-whore's throat," Rosalie glares at him and he glares back.
"Well how would you know? I don't know who in their right mind would kiss an ugly bookworm like you," and this is why she has in-securities.
"I have been kissed and at least I know how to read."
"Like Scarface? I have people that read for me."
"Royce. Yes, because daddy can afford to hire some poor soul to deal with you."
"At least I have money."
"I have money that I have rightfully earned."
"Nerd."
"You can't do half the things I can do, stupid rich boy."
"Ugly scholar."
"Retard."
"Bitch."
"Egotistic jack-ass."
"Band geek."
"Narcissist prick."
"Ungrateful prude."
McCarty is suddenly right up against Rosalie and his scent hits her, hard. He smells like men's cologne and after-shave. She really doesn't like male cologne but it smells amazing on him.
"Enough! Can you guys go two minutes without being at each other's throats," Alice yells at them.
"NO," they yell back at her, separating.
"Rosalie would you like me to help you bring your stuff up," Alice asks, clearly still agitated.
"No thanks, I'll make Royce and Jasper help me."
Alice comes over to Rosalie and gives her a hug. Then she departs, leaving Rosalie to her doom.
"The gruesome twosome will not be coming into my dorm room," McCarty crosses his arms.
"Their names are Royce and Jasper, and yes they will be coming into our dorm room. Plus I have some really heavy stuff I need them to carry for me," Rosalie cross's her arms.
"I'll carry it up," McCarty offers nicely, which just confuses the hell out of her.
"I'm sorry but I don't want man-whore germs on my stuff," She looks around the room when she spots the piano.
"My piano," She shouts and runs around him.
She rushes over to it and places her fingers over the smooth keys.
"Mr. Wilson set it up here this morning," McCarty informs her.
"Sweet, before I forget, which room is mine," She places her hands in her lap and turns so she is facing him.
"Oh um, the one on the right," McCarty points to it and launches himself onto the couch.
"Thanks," She replies sincerely, and finally looks around the room.
The staircase leads up to a smaller second level where she presumes is the bathroom and bedrooms. The common room has soft snow white carpet, a black leather couch with two black leather armchairs, a coffee table, and a fire place. Plus they have a small kitchen with a table and four chairs to complete it.
Her room was amazing even without all of her stuff. The bed was in the far right corner and had a black wood bedpost with a bedside table on the left of the bed. There is a steel lamp sitting on the table, with two drawers; also made out of black wood. Her closet door is also on the right about a foot away from the end of her bed. Her window was directly next to her desk which is in the far left corner. Her bookshelf is right next to her desk. She really likes this layout.
She has pictures that she wants to hang-up, plus boxes of her stuff; which reminds her that she still needs to bring her stuff in. So she meanders back into the common room and Rider is sitting on the couch drawing in a leather bound sketch book.
Quietly, she walks up behind him and peers down. He is drawing a faint sketch of a gorgeous rose garden. There is a fountain and an oak tree with a very petite girl. She is reading a book and fiddling with her necklace. He hadn't finished her face yet, but Rosalie could tell she was elegant and beautiful.
Suddenly, he closes the book and glares up at her.
"You're really good McCarty," she gives him a small smile.
"I was just doodling," he insists.
"Who is she," she asks softly.
"No one," he mumbles.
"Ok…have you ever considered taking art class," she inquires.
"That would ruin my reputation," he chuckles dryly.
Rosalie sighs and sits down on the couch next to him, "You know sometimes it's more important to do something you love then not do it at all because of a stupid reputation," she looks over at him.
Emmett is processing what Rosalie just told him. They sit in silence for a few minutes before he speaks.
"Well how would you know? The only reason you have any respect around here is because you and Scarface were a fling," McCarty stands up and yells down at her.
"And you have respect around here because you are the heir to the McCarty fortune and sleep around with lots of girls. At least I've been in a real relationship," Rosalie stands up so she is facing him.
"I don't need a relationship. I can get any girl any time I want," he crosses his arms and is sporting a smug look.
"That's how you want to go through life? Disrespecting other people? Just like your father," she looks in his eyes and see's pain, fear, and anger.
His face suddenly contorts into a very menacing look. He unexpectedly grabs her by the shoulders and slams her up against the wall. He roughly grabs her chin; forcing her to look at him.
"Never compare me to my father again. I am nothing like him. Do you hear me," he orders her with deadly venom in his voice.
He is still holding her tightly, and she can feel her skin starting to bruise. But she's had worse before. It was his voice that was sending chills down her spine.
Rosalie nods meekly and he releases her. Without another glance back at her he turns around and stomps into his room. He slams it shut and she hears the lock click.
Emmett jumps onto his bed and turns the TV on. Stupid girl thinks she knows everything. I hate her. So much!
Rosalie sighs and sits back down on the couch. Very gently she slides her sleeve up so she can inspect the damage. Her shoulders have bruises in the shape of fingers. Royce is not going to be very happy about this.
She takes out her cell-phone and texts Alice.
To: Alice
From: Rosalie
I just royally pissed off McCarty.
To: Rosalie
From: Alice
How?
To: Alice
From: Rosalie
I compared him to his father