*Southern Belle Rosalie Hale has a streak of wild in her no one can tame and doesn't believe in true love, or soul mates. After a bad relationship leaves her untrusting and aloof to all but her close friends, how can a trip to her Granny's bring her good spirits back? And who is the weightlifting city-boy from Chicago? Why can't she get him out of her head? AU. AH. Slightly OOC.*
I knew this was a bad idea before I even got on the bike. I knew that I'd have fun with this random guy, we'd fuck around for a while, and then I'd come home, alone again. Once I was there, the loneliness I'd been able to keep in the back of my mind would come rushing back like a tidal wave.
So I lived up this moment like it was fucking Christmas morning. I threw my arms up in the air as he sped the bike up, loving the wind in my hair and the vibrations the bike sent through my scantily clothed body, and I pretended he was everything I could ever desire. I pretended he had the blonde hair just long enough to run your fingers through, and those midnight blue eyes. I pretended he was the one I longed for, and tried to forget what had happened. Remembering him brought up melancholy feelings, but I was definitely some sick masochist because I always thought of him.
The guy I was riding with hit a bump and the hard jerk sent shivers up my spine. I giggled and wrapped my arms around this guy's leather clad torso, playing with his belt buckle, and didn't let myself think about how this guy would never really make me happy. How he could never actually fill the hole in my heart.
I didn't even remember his name now, I was so drunk. I couldn't even remember if he'd been drinking. The thought of possible injury excited me in a way that I couldn't describe even if I tried in my state, so I just fucking rode with it.
When he pulled over and got off the bike, I let him kiss me. I even let him fucking run his hands up and down my torso, but I didn't enjoy it. He tangled his big hands in my hair and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He moaned in my mouth when I scratched my nails down his back, and the sound made my already cloudy mind surge with lust for this stranger.
I wanted to be loved.
He was cute enough, long blonde hair and pretty brown eyes, but I was only after the closeness that what was below his belt could offer. I met his eyes and bit my tongue stud between my teeth. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, burying his face in my hair simultaneously.
"God you're fuckin' beautiful. And that voice…" He muttered against the skin of my neck. I unzipped his pants and started moving my hands up and down his shaft, and even my toes tingled when he palmed my ass.
I heard a package rip, watched him roll the condom on, and stood up. I leaned against a tree and smiled, motioning him forward. I slowly took off my white tank top and rolled up my skirt. His eyes watched every movement and when his eyes closed halfway, I was ready. He sauntered forward and ripped my thong on both sides before lifting me up by my thighs.
He put my back against the tree and shoved my bra to the side so he had access to my breast. He pushed into me as he took my nipple in his mouth, and I jerked in response. I wrapped my arms around his neck and reveled in the temporary closeness the sex awarded me.
This guy definitely knew what he was doing; he was thrusting at the perfect angle and my thighs shook every time he pushed back in swiftly. I started to feel my orgasm creep up, and when he jerked and panted I was thrown over the edge. I dug my nails into his shoulder and arched my back. He twirled his tongue in lazy circles on my collar bones as I came down from my sex-high.
As soon as we were done, I pushed him away to catch my breath. I could feel the warmth of being wanted and lusted after covering me in a glaze. Whatshisname kissed me on the way to his bike, and dropped me off with his phone number at the mouth of my driveway.
I watched him drive away, and threw the number into a puddle. I knew I would never call him, and he probably did too. I always followed the same routine: I would find a sexy guy, get him all hot and bothered, and we'd have a quick fuck somewhere before he gave me his number and drove away.
I was used to it, but it still hurt that I couldn't be close to anyone.
I walked slowly up my drive, carrying my heels and thin jacket over my arm. I unlocked the door quietly and shoved it over quickly so that the slow, loud groan it usually emitted was just a quick squeak. Pausing, I listened for my dog, praying she was asleep and didn't alert the house of my little midnight walk to the bar. I palmed my keys and tip-toed up the steps and even turned my knob so the latch wouldn't click. As soon as I was behind the closed door, I let out a breath of relief and lay on my bed. I stared at my ceiling for a minute before my body automatically curled in on itself, and I fell into a dreamless sleep.
*&*&*
I woke up with the feeling that today was going to be great. Today was the day after every school year that I would pack up my clothes and my horse and go to my Grandmother's house with my brother Jasper. I lived in Montgomery Alabama, but my Granny lived in the much smaller town of Greenville.
In my town, I was known widely as the girl every guy wanted, but I was always just out of reach. My voice lured them in, and my body trapped them. Word on the streets was that I only hooked up with college guys; but I have good reason. After him, I never wanted to have a cliché high school relationship ever again. He had proved to me that love was futile, and that I shouldn't waste tears over something that is as beautiful as it is fucking fragile.
Oh sure, you can tell me how much love makes life worthwhile. You can tell me the only thing to complete a person is their other half; their soul mate.
Well I say bull-fucking-shit.
Love is a lost cause, and all the sappy music you hear is about people who have happy endings. Love is not a battlefield. Battlefields inquire fighting, and martyrs. In a good battle, the good guy always wins. Love isn't that way. In a relationship, if it goes south, no one wins. You're just left with two broken people. Sometimes you're only left with one broken person, because the relationship was never really a two way thing to start with.
But you didn't have to love someone to get the pleasures of sex. And the closeness. Sex without love involved is like macaroni without cheese, instead with just melted butter on top. Definitely not as good, but all around quite tasty. And without the attachment and morning-after awkwardness, both parties are golden—if not slightly emptier every time it happens.
I shook my head and mentally berated myself. Just because I didn't have a boyfriend, or some overly dramatic relationship didn't mean I wasn't happy. I was Rosalie fucking Hale, damnit. The girl who made other girls bitter with jealousy and guys tremble with desire. I sat at my vanity table and started brushing my hair.
I smiled at my reflection. Happy that I looked good without even trying, I grabbed my hat and went downstairs. The hangover from the night before made me sway as I stood, but I ignored it. My Mom was standing at the stove frying eggs.
"Mornin' Momma." I drawled. Living in Alabama all of my life had given me a twang that melted hearts and hardened dicks.
My black lab Reese came into the kitchen then, barking to be fed. I filled her dish and gave her fresh water before jumping onto the counter to sit. I began to hum as I watched my Mom move around the kitchen with grace and precision.
My Mom looked almost as good as me, but her golden years were up. Her hair was blonde like mine, and the grays were the only sign that she wasn't just my older sister.
"Jasper up?" I asked her. My twin was usually up as soon as he smelled food. It was like a homing beacon. We weren't identical, obviously, but we had the same golden hair and violet eyes. We were the prodigal children of the town; my voice and his guitar playing had put us on the map and had the fairs around here begging for us to perform since we were seven. After we grew out of matching outfits and formed social lives, we had split apart musically. I preferred bars and taverns and Jazz preferred the fair and his bedroom. Also, after I rebelliously pierced my tongue when I was sixteen, I had formed a lisp which didn't go away for six months. Now my voice was back in order, and I had the piercing every guy dreamed of.
"He's already eaten and gone to fetch Alice." she told me.
Ever since my brother and best friend Alice had started dating our freshman year, Bella and I had been on our own. I had always been good friends with her, but we were never as close as me and Ali. After Alice had started with Jazz though, Bella and I had been sort of thrown together. We had grown surprisingly close since then. Both Alice and Bella were coming to Granny's also, so I was even more excited than I would normally be.
I grabbed a slice of toast and headed out to the barn. My beautiful black and white paint, Zeus, shuffled in his stall as I walked through the doors. I jumped into his stall and patted his neck.
"Good boy. Pretty boy." I crooned.
"I love seeing you happy with that horse. Hell, I would buy you three if it made you happy." came a deep voice from the hay pile in the back of the barn. I yelped and turned around so fast I had to catch my balance against Zeus's side. My father laughed. He carried over a bale of the hay effortlessly and threw it in the first stall, which held my mother's horse. He did his next, and then Jaspers. Mine was last.
"Mornin Daddy. And you know stallions are the only men who could make a woman happy. Zeus here is all I'll ever need." I smiled at our inside joke. He had been telling me that 'a good horse is all anyone ever needs' since I was four.
He chuckled and walked over to look closer at Zeus.
"You've done a great job with him, Rosy. He'll be fit for barrel racin' this year."
I smiled at the compliment.
"Why don't you take him for a quick spin before you shower. He'll be cooped up in that haulin' trailer for a few hours on the way to Gran's. Stretch him out and tire him real quick." He suggested.
"Alright." I climbed up onto Zeus's back, and standing at just under eighteen hands, that was a feat. I had to climb up the gate and swing over a hay pile just to manage.
Jasper and Alice walked in then, and I knew they had come looking for me. Alice always seemed to know when I went for rides before we were going somewhere, and always tried to talk me out of it.
"Rose, you know if you ride him, you'll smell like the oversized brute all day, right?" Alice curled her nose.
"Yep. And he isn't oversized. He's perfect." I smiled hugely as my Dad threw the latch and Zeus shot out of his stall like lightning. I laughed out loud at the exhilaration I felt riding him, and crouched low as he built speed. He tossed his head and galloped across the open field, and to the edge of our property. Like we had done a million times, Zeus jumped the fence and waded through the crick before we came to the empty property next door. I dropped down and walked to the big faded red barn where there was a bathtub of water.
I let Zeus drink his fill, and then we went down a weathered path that was a roundabout way to get to Bella's house. Her dad was the Chief of Police, and took great pride with the position. He was like my second father growing up, always convincing Bella's mom, Renee, to just be a little more lenient with our wild games.
I could remember us making a mudslide out of Bella's entire back yard, and how purple Renee's face had gotten. Bella, Alice, and I always used to do everything in our power to make her life hell. We all hated how she resented Charlie and Bella for 'convicting' her to a small town life. Charlie had told her to get out, but Renee always said she didn't want to put Bella through the custody battle that was a sure fire thing. We all knew that the real reason was that Bella was old enough to choose where she lived, and Renee was scared because everyone knew Bella would choose Charlie.
I bounded around to the front of their modest, white two story farmhouse and jumped to the ground. I tied Zeus on the banister by the front steps and walked inside.
"Bells!" I yelled.
I heard a bump and a crash and located my clumsy friend. I walked into her room to see the tan back of Jacob Black disappearing out of Bella's window.
She acted like nothing was amiss as she straightened her top. I scowled in disgust.
"I have no clue why you let that dog fumble around with you like a first grader. If you want good sex, I could recommend a few guys." I offered.
"Don't be mean. And he's not a dog." She finished indignantly.
"He smells like one. Ew. Get rid of him. For all our sakes." I went to sit on her bed, but thought better of it. I sat on her desk instead. I was mature and all, but the thought of Jacob Black-germs made me quiver in disgust.
"You know we just fuck around Rose. Lighten up. He doesn't even talk to us! At all. He's just my little fling." She blushed and I snickered. Bella had only just lost her virginity to Mike Newton, who in my opinion had a severe case of premature ejaculation.
Bella sighed and grabbed her bathroom bag. I heard her switch the water on and I started rifling through her closet. I threw some things I thought were cute on her window seat and I moved to her dressers. I had already packed her grown-up undies in my bag, so I didn't bother going through her granny panties and sport bras. I actually shuttered when I thought of her under things not matching.
I sat back in my spot innocently as she walked in, carrying her strawberries and cream scent with her. She glared at me when she saw the piles I had made for her to pack, but when I looked back innocently with a shrug, she just quickly dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, which she at least tied across her stomach so she didn't look like a man.
Bella had a cute little body and long mahogany hair. She was really beautiful, if you could get past her lumberjack attire.
"I'm gonna head home and shower too. Alice and Jazz are already there."
"Whose car are we takin'?" Bella asked.
"We're taking the truck because we're haulin' all the horses down. You are bringing Annie right?" Annie was Bella's pretty bay that she had raised and broke herself. Charlie bought her the foal for her eleventh birthday.
"Is there room with Trigger and Muffin?" she asked. Trigger was Jasper's salt-n-pepper Arabian, and Muffin was Alice's old white mare. Even though she was almost thirteen, she was still beautiful.
"We're taking the big trailer." I informed her.
"I'll take her. Has Granny got room for them all?" I nodded and waved bye. If I wanted to be ready within the next two hours I had to shower and pack. I smiled devilishly at Renee, and hugged Charlie on the way outside.
I kept Zeus at a steady canter on the way home and put him in the pasture to eat and drink before we left.
I showered quickly and left my hair to air dry. I knew that it would look good no matter what I did, so I just ran a hand through it and watched the naturally perfect waves rivet down my back. Like Bella, I threw on a plaid button down shirt, but I tied mine just below my ribs. I also threw on the tightest pair of jeans I could find and my good brown boots. I had packed my bag weeks ago with new clothes and shoes, so I just had to add in a few things like my hair products and make-up, and I was ready.
I lugged my suitcase down the steps and out onto the front lawn where Alice was sunbathing while she watched Jasper load up the truck with her luggage. She herself had three.
"Jesus Christ Ali, think you brought enough?" I asked, trying to mask my humor.
She shifted her sunglasses and took a sip of her lemonade. I had to fight another wave of humor. Instead I played with the blue diamonds dangling from my naval piercing. The way they flashed in the sun was pretty.
"Yeah. Jazzy and I decided that we should ride in the truck with all of the luggage and, of course, haul the horses. And you and Bella should take your Camaro."
I thought about it for a minute and nodded. I definitely thought it was a good idea to have two cars. Granny owned a huge ranch house, with over fifteen bedrooms, so she did have a few cars for residents to rent, but they were all standard issue Camry's. Totally boring.
My 2009 Camaro was completely tricked out. I had tweaked my engine so much that it was barely recognizable, and I had put in push button nitrous. My baby drove like a saint on the highway, and even better on the old dirt roads of my hometown Alabama.
Jazz walked over and threw my two suitcases in the truck bed.
"Sis, grab us all bottles of water. I don't wanna stop anytime soon." He winked at me and walked into the field to grab Zeus before I could answer.
"'Kay." I muttered. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed four bottles of water and shoved them in my purse.
"Momma!" I called. I walked into the dining room, and then the living room, but couldn't find her. I reluctantly headed up the steps and found her fussing over the bed spread in the guest room.
"Hey, Jazz just told me to get water, so we're headin' out soon." I told her.
"Oh!" She put her arm around my waist and guided me down the steps.
"Now Rose, you listen to your Momma. Don't you get yourself into any trouble." She stopped me at the bottom of the stairs with a look that said 'promise me!'.
"I promise." I muttered, and huffed out the door. She followed me, skirts swishing and heels clicking. Alice and Jasper were already stationed in the truck when Bella pulled in with her truck wheezing all the way. Jasper got out and took her two suitcases and put them in the back of the truck.
As soon as it was packed, my Mom kissed us all, told us to be good and careful, and we were gone. I peeled out of my driveway like a bat out of hell and Bella held onto the door and seat.
"Christ Rose! This is a convertible; if you wrap us around a tree we're dead for sure!" I laughed out loud and hit the nitrous with a quick flick of my fingers and was delighted when Bella squealed at our increase of speed. Thirty to ninety in four seconds caused her to hit the back of her seat with a thud, and surprised, she opened her eyes.
I handed her sunglasses and laughed when she grabbed them roughly. She hated when I did this to her. Her long locks were blowing in the wind and after she got tired of them smacking her in the face she finally pulled it up.
I slowed for the stop sign at the end of the road and flipped off the nitrous.
"Do. Not. Do. That. Ever. Again. EVER!" She yelled at me.
I pouted. "You're no fun Bella."
"I'm fun. I would just like to be fun and alive!"
I shook my head and turned on the radio to our favorite station, and we sang about cowboy Casanovas with Carry Underwood for a while before it changed to some honky-tonk badonkadonk action with Trace Adkins. Bella's voice paled in comparison to mine.
"Rose?" Bella asked.
"Yeah?"
"I think I love Jacob Black. I mean, Charlie has been friends with his dad Billy for as long as I can remember, and we like the same things. He just makes me happy."
I cringed. "Bella, these things always end badly. Jacob is great for an occasional fuck, but can you see yourself with him in ten years?"
"Well, he's a good mechanic. We wouldn't be desolate. We could have a happy, simple life." She concluded.
"That would be great and all, but give it time Bella. Don't rush. This is our senior year coming up. You should have some good and dirty fun while you're still single." I joked.
"Not every relationship will turn out bad like yours did Rose." Bella said softly.
"I don't want to talk about that Bella. You know I don't." I snapped. Bella flinched at the malice in my tone, and we didn't talk the rest of the way to Gran's. We also didn't sing another happy song, and eventually, I switched it off. We all decided to pull off and eat at an Applebee's along the interstate, and after a quick meal, we were back on the road. Lunch had mellowed me out, and Bella and I spoke of menial things as we drove through the small town of Greenville, and on into the country where Gran's boarding house was.
Excitement was pretty much tangible in the air between Bella and me, and as soon as we were out of the car, Granny ran out of the house to greet us. She looked good, with a wise face and white hair. She had small, elegant laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, and wore a pair of green slacks and a white tee. She hugged us both tight and laughed when Jasper pulled in with the horses.
"Well," she said when we were all gathered around. "Let's get you kids settled in. It's almost supper time. And then we'll have to go over quarters for the horses." Gran smiled warmly and shooed us like chickens into the house.
AN:
This little thing was just on my mind one day and I typed it. I doubt I'll be updating this one as much as Mirror Life, but I WILL be adding to this.
In this story I'm coming from a completely different angle, one of which I've never tried, so bare with me while I sort out the kinks.
I want to do a playlist for this one too, but that might be a few days from now. Check out my profile,and I promise it will be up by next update.
Thanks!
--Marie