Authors Note -
HEY GUYS, I'm super excited, firstly because it's my birthday today! I've just turned 17, yay.
Secondly because I've decided to give you guys a present and uploaded the spinoff for Rosalie and Emmett, which will co-incide with 'Deal With The Devil'.
Also, incase you're a new reader, don't worry, this can be read as a stand alone as you'll be upto speed in the first couple of chapters.
Just to give you guys a bit of insight to the layout, I'll be having a flashback, then ch 1, another flashback, then ch 2, the last flashback and then ch 3. Then it will carry on as normal, but I may put in another flashback if I feel as if it's neccessary. At the moment I've just decided to write their pivotal moments, so you'll be seeing their first meeting, then a scene which shows what their relationship/friendship is like, and then the last time they seen eachother before they meet again.
I hope you guys enjoy, I love writing Emmett as a character, he's super exciting.
Flashback
"So a-ah, I-i-i was wondering, i-if you w-would go to... go to s-see-"
"Oh my God is he for real?"
I look from my surprisingly confident science partner to my best friend, who right now, is being the biggest bitch ever.
"Steph, shh." I whisper as Dereks confidence falters.
Her eyes become even bigger than they already were. "You can't be falling for this Rosalie? He's. A. Nerd!" She doesn't bother lowering her voice and passing students are starting to stop, all of them intrigued to see how I'll react.
I want to give Derek props for asking me out in the busiest hallway at school with all of my friends around, but I can't. If anything, he's being completely stupid and hopeful of something that's never going to happen.
He's nice enough and fairly cute in a plaid shirt, glasses kind of way but I'm Rosalie Swan, and Rosalie Swan has a reputation to keep.
Everyone's silent around me as they wait for me to address what's going on. I can tell they're all waiting for me to rip into Derek and make some stupid remark about how I'd never be seen with him in a million years and so I give it to them.
I give it to them because I've worked too hard to throw this all away for one guy. Even if this guy is one of the sweetest guys I know.
"Dennis is it? Listen, you're sweet, but do you really think you'd have a chance with me? I mean, it's never going to happen, like, ever."
I know it's a low blow as I hear the intakes of breath around me. They're all staring at me as if I've just stepped on a puppy, but this feels a lot worse.
Dereks eyes dart from me to the surrounding crowd and then back at me. I know what he's thinking. It's almost as if I can read his thoughts.
Why was I so nice to him if he never had a chance? Why had I laughed at his science jokes? Why had I continued to speak to him even after our project was over?
The truth is Derek was probably the only person I could be myself around. Even though we never spoke outside of our science class, he was what I considered a friend.
Why did he have to go ruin everything by doing this? I was perfectly fine with our secret friendship, why wasn't he?
Why do guys always want more? Can't they be satisfied with what they have?
My so called friends laughter force me to focus on my surroundings once again. No-ones bothered moving, that's what confuses me the most. If they really thought what I was doing was so mean, why did they stand around to witness it? Why not leave us alone to keep the embarrasment to a low?
Derek nods once before turning to pass through the crowds, his head a little more drooped and his shoulders lower than before.
"These guys are getting way too daring. Hollywood needs to stop making movies about popular girls falling for nerds, it's never going to happen." Stephanie says while checking her nails as if all of this was nothing to her.
But then I realise it isn't, Steph does things like belittle her fellow classmates on a daily basis. This is normal to her.
The crowd around us still hasn't parted and I realise that they won't go anywhere until they're told to. It's a sad way of life but it's just the way things worked here at Parkins High School.
"You can go now. Show's over. Move." I say while motioning my hands for them to shoo. The crowd is dispersed within seconds.
All but one boy. Someone I didn't recognise. Someone I should have known considering he looked as if he had just walked off of GQ. His eyes are on me for a few seconds, before he focuses his attention on his locker.
I suddenly feel embarrased at knowing he's witnessed that little scene. It wasn't exactly my finest moment, and he didn't look impressed.
"Who is that?" I ask Steph. She wasn't good at much but she was known to know everything about everyone. It's what made her so powerful here, it was the only reason we were friends.
She follows my stare and growls low. "Damn, he is fucking edible. I want him."
"You want everyone." I say back. It's true though, anyone remotely goodlooking is someone she has to have.
"Well he's just been bumped up to number one on my list. He must be the new guy everyone's on about. Emmett something. God, they were not exaggerating when they said he was hot."
"They obviously weren't." I reply with, even though I have no idea who they are.
I stand by my locker fully believing that I could watch this guy all day, when the bell rings. I'm tempted to stay where I am when I remember that I have science next which means I'd be seeing Derek.
Could this day get any worse?
I can feel his eyes on me, burning a hole into my back. It's been like this for the past thirty minutes but I can't bring myself to speak to him. I'm ashamed.
"I forgive you, you know."
His words shock me so I turn and stare at him. He's cleaning his glasses with breath and his shirt while making sure no-one can hear him.
"I know you didn't mean any of that. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt, but I know you didn't mean it."
My first feeling is relief, my second is sadness.
I'd known Derek for six weeks, and he knew me better than people I'd known for years, people I referred to as best friends.
"I'm sorry." I whisper into air, I'm not capable of looking him in the eye yet.
"It's fine. What was I thinking? I knew you'd never say yes."
"It's not that. It's just, I can't-"
"Hey, I said it's okay. I'm used to it anyway." He puts his glasses on and I can't help but give him a once over.
If he got rid of the glasses, swapped shirts for sweaters and cut his hair, he'd be considered more than cute.
No, I tell myself. I wouldn't change him. He's perfect as he is. He's Derek and at least he's proud of himself. At least he can go to school every day without worrying he might slip up and mess up the facade.
My eyes start to burn and my nose itches as I feel tears threaten to leave my eyes.
"You ok?" He asks me when I start to blink rapidly, trying to keep the tears in.
"Fine. I'm fine, it's just allergies." I lie even though I know he'll see right through me.
I get up and leave the class without telling the teacher, I don't think I can risk opening my mouth without sobbing. Days like this don't happen often, but they happen enough. Sometimes this whole facade I put up proves too difficult and I'll crack. It's not a big crack, but it's big enough to affect me.
I head straight for the bathroom hoping there's no-one inside. I don't want anyone but myself to see me fall apart. I'm standing in front of the mirror staring back at the girl I can hardly recognise anymore, when I hear noises coming from one of the cubicles.
My emotions are put on hold when the noises become louder and I realise there's two people doing something that is obviously forbidden on school grounds.
I clear my throat loud so that the strangers realise they're not alone and hear a popping sound and then clothes rustling. The guy laughs, it's deep and sexy all at the same time. With a laugh like that, I start to get just why he's managed to get a girl to participate in whatever it is they were doing.
The door opens and Lauren Summers steps out wiping her mouth, making it quite obvious that she was sucking his dick.
She stops still when she realises I'm standing there, she blatantly wasn't expecting the likes of me to be the one catching her in the act.
"Please don't. I'm sorry. Please." She whimpers before running out of the toilets.
I stare at the door she ran out of, shocked that it was her of all people in the cubicle. Lauren was somewhat of a prude, she was all about her cheerleading, she didn't bother with boys. People had assumed she was a lesbian but I guess I could help squash that rumour now.
The guy walks out of the cubicle, buckling his pants up. He doesn't bother looking at me. If anything he acts as if I'm not even standing there.
Which makes me furious. Especially because it's the new guy, Emmett.
"Hello?"
He doesn't reply as he pumps handwash onto his hands.
"I'm talking to you." I try again.
"What do you want?" I'm taken back for a few seconds, shocked that he'd be so rude to me. He doesn't know me, we've never even spoken.
Then I remember he'd seen my scene with Derek earlier and probably jumped to conclusions.
"For you to reply to me when I speak to you."
"I'm sorry your highness, how may I be of assistance to you? Would you like me to turn the taps on for you?"
The sarcasm is practically dripping from his words, his smile far from real. He obviously doesn't give two shits about what I think of him. He wouldn't last a week here.
"There's no need for the sarcasm." I say back because frankly I don't know what else to say. I'm at a loss for words.
"What sarcasm?" His smile becomes even wider and I hate that he's just become a lot sexier within seconds.
"Students are prohibited from performing any kind of sexual altercations on school grounds." As soon as the words leave my mouth I wish the ground would just swallow me up. I sound like a broken record.
His smile turns into a smirk and he takes a step closer to me, so I take one back.
"Oh really, where does it say that?"
I rack my brains trying to think of just where it says that. "The school handbook." Does the school even have a handbook?
"Well I just started here and I wasn't given a handbook so I'll make my own rules up. Thanks for the concern though, it means a lot."
Cocky bastard.
I can already tell he's extremely arrogant and full of himself. He's used to getting his own way and he'll probably be kicked out before anyone can even remember his name.
Coming to these conclusions switches some sort of glitch in my brain and I put my brave face on. My facade is in place and I'm ready to put him in his place.
"I don't know who you think you are, but there are rules around here. If you think you're too good for them then you can gladly leave."
"Too good for them? There's only one of us here who thinks they're too good for the rest of us, and it's definitely not me."
A couple of minutes ago his words would have affected me but they don't now. I'm used to words like this, I'm used to the look he's giving me.
"I didn't realise having standards and respect for myself meant thinking I'm too good for everyone else."
"Oh I have standards." He says while staring me up and down with disgust as if I don't meet them.
"Getting a blowie in the girls bathroom at school? Extremely classy." Putting as much disgust as I can into my voice.
"It was either here or the janitors closet." He shrugs and it makes me angry.
It's obvious my words aren't bothering him. He doesn't seem phased, he almost seems bored.
I'm not going to lie and say I don't care, because I do. Does it make me shallow that I assumed he would find me pretty and maybe flirt with me, hoped he'd flirt with me?
Had I become so used to getting attention off males that the first one who didn't give me any, suddenly seemed like the most attractive guy on earth?
It's stupid and degrading but right now all I wanted was his approval. A wink, a nice word, a look that said he found me pretty, I'd settle for anything right now.
Instead he shakes his hands in the sink and walks past me and out into the hallway, not giving me another glance. Before I know what I'm doing I'm following him, intent on getting any kind of approval from him.
"Don't walk away from me!" I shout towards him thankful that there's no-one in the hallway with us.
He stops and I let out a sigh of relief before speedwalking as fast as I can in my ankle boots.
"I don't have time for this, get it over with. Fast."
I stare at him, wondering what the fuck I'm supposed to say to that. He didn't have time for this?
Most guys here would die (not literally) if I bothered speaking to them and this one couldn't wait to get away from me.
"What's your problem? You don't know me, you don't know anything about me."
"Oh but I do. You're Rosalie Swan, the unobtainable popular girl that every guy wants. You run things around here with your little minions, you have everyone wrapped around your little finger. You treat them all like shit, and you think you're some sort of Goddess, but frankly I've seen a lot better. Now, are we done?"
He has balls, that much is evident.
"You missed out 'conceded bitch who only thinks about herself' but everything else seems pretty correct." But then so do I.
If that's what he sees, then that's what he was going to get. Fuck him and his assumptions.
I turn and walk away and for the second time today I'm close to tears.
Authors Note -
What did you think? Should I carry on uploading or no?
Let me know, also the next ch for DWTD should be up either tonight or tomorrow night.
Thanks for reading guys, you're all stars! X