Well, as I'm stumped as to my other stories, I came up with a genius idea. Why not start a new one?! Lol, I liked this idea better, anyway. This is going to be very angsty, and much more mature then my other stories. If you are offended by swearing, crude language, and um, misbehaving teenagers, please don't read this. Otherwise, go right ahead. This is going to be the first in a series I've come up with. In this Universe, the girls are best friends, almost sisters, that don't believe in love. In each story, one of the girls has her little chance to shine. This one is about Rosalie, and will be from her perspective except for the prologue, which is from Emmett's perspective. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight

EMPOV

When one describes high school, what words come to mind? Social hierarchy, bullies, drugs, alcohol, sex, perhaps learning? Well, what happens when one attends a school full of the children of the rich and powerful? Does the school change to become better or worse?

These were the questions I pondered as my plane landed down in Forks, Washington. Already I could feel the gloom of the constant rain wash over me. Everywhere I looked was a mass of green, despite the lack of sun. My wardrobe of short sleeved football jerseys and shorts was hardly going to cut it in this dreary town. It wasn't like I could go shopping in Forks, either; there were only a handful of stores and I highly doubted they would sell anything remarkably close to my style.

When my dad mentioned moving to Forks, my step-mom complained about the shopping. She claimed she would die with only six places to shop from in the tiny town, until my dad explained the stores held Chanel, Prada, Gucci, Valentino, and all those other completely expensive and useless shit she loved. It was right then and there that I decided I would hate Forks with a passion. Then my dad went on to explain that it wasn't a little mining town like I thought, but while half the town did hold the miners, the other held people like us. Rich. Famous. Influential. The kind of people that I can't stand. Not to mention the types that went to Yale, Harvard, and Princeton. I wanted to get a football scholarship and skip the ivy league shit.

The thing is, my dad was completely caught up on this bull that I wanted to take over his business some day. He was hoping for a lacrosse geek with ivy league marks, polo sweaters, and an interest in the school council. One of his main reasons of dragging me off to this hell hole was a last, desperate, no-way-in-hell, hope that I would learn to fit in at the school.

While Forks High wasn't technically private, it was a fucking rich kid's school. You had to be able to buy a house near the area, and to do that you had to be loaded. The miner kids all went to some shit school that looked like a slum. Fuck, I wanted to go there. For one thing, they didn't have to wear stupid ass uniforms with a blazer and everything. For another, students didn't have to meet up with the guidance councilors every bloody week to talk about their current chances of getting into those fucking Ivy Leagues.

But of course my dad would never agree, so I was stuck to sitting in his stupid and cliche limo complete with a flippin' driver and everything. I was a jeep kind of guy, so the limo went against everything I stood for. Hell, Forks went against everything I stood for. And I definitely didn't appreciate the limo, or my fucking father and step-mother. My dad was in one of his usual retard business suits and his latest wife was in some type of designer sweats, in pink, of course.

The two imbeciles were discussing all the rooms of the house and who my step-mother hired to decorate. Thank god I got to fix up my own room exactly as I wanted it. It would be covered in posters of rappers, football players, and women in no time.

The rest of the house looked like a fucking museum in all sorts of granites and marbles. It was insanely open and airy, as my step-mother preferred, but I loathed. The pool was tiny and really for show anyway. The entire move seemed to be more awful then I could have ever thought.

When the parentals tried to talk to me, I got the hell out of there. I grabbed my ipod and started running outside, hoping to come across some chick, but highly doubting it when it was pouring and all the chicks were probably in pilates. So I just kept on sprinting towards nowhere, hoping my fucking bad luck would end. Maybe I would find out I was switched at birth, or some shit like that.

Then, I saw them. At first I thought it was just an illusion through the rain, but I just kept getting closer and they were still there. There were three of them. They sat out in a park I was nearing, all of the on a swing. They ignored the pouring rain, though I doubted it would affect such angels. For some strange reason, it felt like I knew these girls. They seemed familiar.

The first one was completely tiny, at least half my size. She had short black hair that was completely wild and looked like sex hair. However, it was her bright blue eyes, full of mischief, that made her already beautiful face light up.

The second one was a normal height, though there was definitely nothing normal about any of them. This girl had long brown hair in perfect ringlets, soaking in the rain. She had deep brown eyes that made me feel as if she knew every thought I had ever had.

But it was the third one that was the real goddess. She was one of the tallest girls I had ever seen, and it suited her. She had more curves then any plastic surgery patient I had ever seen, yet she looked all-natural. Her body alone turned me on more then I could have ever thought. But her face. This girl's face was literally perfect. Long and perfectly straight blond hair framed that perfect face of hers. She had amazing bone structure, and hypnotizing full pink lips. Not to mention those beautiful large blue eyes that made her look so vulnerable, so lost, that the aggressive and confident aura she had was almost lost on me. I wanted to protect this girl, and love her forever, the second I laid eyes on her.

All three girls were looking straight back at me. Their eyes were widened in surprise as if they didn't expect to see anyone out. Then, the blond one, the one I was already in love with, beckoned me with a finger. I obeyed as if pulled by an invisible force. As I got closer, she was even more magnificent.

Just as I was about several feet away from the girls, a fucking amazing blue punch buggy I would normally have loved to get my hands on, sped around the corner. The three girls gracefully stood up and headed over to the car, without giving me another look. The beautiful blond led the way.

I tried sprinting towards the car, but it was gone by the time I arrived in the park. The rain also washed away any sign that they had been there, though I found myself searching for some sign of them. It was a weird, out-of-character, experience for me to be so obsessed, by the blond refused to leave my mind. She was literally perfect and though I didn't even want to know her name, I felt like I knew her forever. It was a bloody awful cliche, but it was true. The girl was hypnotizing.

After hours of searching, and while the sky continued to darken and I kept getting colder, I gave up and headed back to hell. The step-mother and my dad were bickering about calling the police to search for me when I walked in. My dad started to yell at me for being so late, but I just fingered him and attacked the fridge in hunger. I found a whole bunch of diet shit before coming across some good scotch and steak. A guy like me couldn't go hungry for long.

I flung the steak at the cook, not bothering to ask her to make it. If she was going to work for me, she would learn not to ask questions and to always have something ready for me. It wasn't fucking difficult. When she finally handed me the barely cooked steak, I threw it down my throat and chugged it with scotch. My dad started yelling at me again, because I was drinking his good stuff. He was always out of it, because I had fine taste in drinks. I wasn't about to put just any shit into the body I hoped to one day make a living with. Still, the alcohol didn't have the usual desired effects.

I could still remember the girl. And dear god, was my memory haunting. If only I had run faster, if only the car hadn't showed up. Hopefully, she would be at my school, but I wasn't sure. What kind of snobby rich girls sit outside in the rain and let their hair soak? None of the girls I had made out with at my old school, thats for sure. Suddenly, I wondered if they were straight. They didn't look like they were making out with each other, but who really knew. It wasn't a big deal anyway, they might offer to all sleep with me at once, if that was the case. It was only that some very hot girls I knew had refused to sleep with me because they didn't like men, and that got annoying. A girl that perfect couldn't refuse me, I'd die.

Without noticing, I had drained my dad's scotch, as well as a couple of beer bottles shoved to the back of the fridge. I was debating finishing off the step-mother's rum, too, but I remembered my cigar before I went that low. She had special low-calorie alcohol that tasted like shit; I only drank it when I was beyond desperate.

The cigar was another thing I was fighting over with my parentals. Neither of the fuckers smoked, and they couldn't stand it when I did. Sometimes, I wondered if I only did things to tick my those asses off. That was probably true, but I didn't give a shit. It was my life, I could smoke if I wanted to.

With the combined affects of the alcohol, cigar, and a line I found in my suitcase, I managed to get to sleep. I slept like a fucking baby that night. The cocaine was good shit. I used to smoke it, but the rush remained longer in my new obsession, and I was hooked. Still, my dreams that night only held the face of a blond haired angel.

On the morning of my first day at Forks High, I yanked on a pair of jeans and my University of Texas jersey. It was the team I wanted to play for, so I loved my jersey. It was my lucky shirt; I had been wearing it when I made the best fucking scores in my life. And I'm not talking about only football, here. So with my lucky shirt, a breakfast of vodka, remaining cocaine, and cold waffles, I was in the stupid ass limo and headed to school. My eyes were peeled open for the stunning blond girl and her very pretty friends. If it wasn't for her, they would have been the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Too bad for them, their friend existed. Not that I was complaining.

I let the limo drop me off at the front of the school, past the frikin' golden gates and parking lot with cars worth more then the average family ever spends on a house. There was the usual staring at the new kid shit that I had expected when I got out, but thankfully not bleeding welcome committee came at me. They were so stupid that I started fighting one on my first day as a Sophomore, and got expelled right then. I sure as hell didn't like welcome committees anymore.

The office was thankfully right in front of my face the second I walked in, so I headed there and fingered the secretary until she turned around. The lady was perhaps five years out of High School, with fake boobs and badly died blond hair. She was the type I played around with until I saw a girl like the ones last night.

This lady didn't disappoint; she flashed me a wide smile without actually showing her teeth, and said as sweetly as possible, "Can I help you, dear?" In an old woman, it would have been annoying. Coming from her, it was still annoying, but there was a sexual current in her words.

"I'm new." I said, cutting to the point, "Can I get my schedule?" I was eager to go looking for the blond beauty.

She handed me several pieces of paper that I threw out the second they touched my finger tips. She frowned disapprovingly, but called down on the intercom for some fucker to show me around. I could hardly wait.

The kid met my expectations, of course. He was nearly a foot shorter than me, with greasy long hair, braces that did not hide his apparent overbite, and an affinity for annoying me. I held myself back from correcting the overbite with my fist while the kid, who had the nerve to tell me over and over to call him Eric, showed me around. The nerd showed me the different wings of the school, the cafeteria, the four gyms, the pool, and was leading me to the band-room when I grabbed the front of his shirt and held him up against a locker.

"Fuck this," I growled, "I'm fucking bored. Now where are the chicks?"

He swallowed, and motioned for me to let him down, "This way. The girls you are thinking about are always in the library."

I couldn't fucking believe this, "You don't get it, you piece of shit. I don't mean where is your boyfriend, I mean where are the chicks?"

Eric kept nodding, "In the library. I swear! There are the three most beautiful girls to ever go to this school that are always in the library. They already have their credits, they only come for option classes. There is a short black haired girl, a brown haired girl, and their extremely tall blond friend. I'll show you." he was nearly sniffling.

However, I saw red in my vision when he mentioned the three girls. Could it possibly be them? The insanely beautiful girls that were at the park? I pushed Eric in the direction he pointed to until we were running into the library.

And to my complete and utter surprise, the three beauties were sitting there. The black haired girl was painting the nails of the sullen looking brunette, while the blond stared out at the mass of books. She was even more beautiful then I had thought. As well, I noticed that the three were wearing what girls would consider fashionable clothing. I didn't doubt they only wore clothes with designer labels.

"Who are they?" I whispered to Eric, wondering if I should introduce myself.

He chuckled, "Don't get ideas. They only date famous older guys, and mostly only short flings. The head cheerleader swears they are together, but she would never say that to their face. But what you are seeing here are the most popular, good-looking girls in not only this school, but the world. In freshman year, the blond, Rosalie Hale, was scouted as a supermodel. She started to show on the biggest magazines in the industry when she suddenly wanted to quit. Rosalie couldn't continue without her best friends, they are like sisters. So Alice Brandon, the short black haired one, joined Rosalie in her traveling. She started to design clothing. Alice is now the biggest up-and-coming designer out there. The other girl, Bella Swan, soon joined them. She wrote a novel that made her a New York Times Bestselling Author. Those three now travel all over the world with each other, occasionally coming back to Forks for a time. Of course they are the most popular girls in this school. In Forks High, where everyone has money and famous parents, they are the only real novelties. But like I said, they are household names. And household names don't date high school boys."

However, as this was coming from a kid with a lisp whose biggest accomplishment in life was playing the trombone, I ignored the fucker. My eyes were on Rosalie Hale, the gorgeous blond model. However, I didn't think Rosalie seemed like the right name to call her. It was too formal, and I don't do formal.

"Rose? Nice to meet you." I held out a hand, waiting for her to turn to me.

She did so, and the far away look in her eyes was replaced by a hard, cold, shell, "Actually, its Rosalie. But you can call me Ms. Hale."

I winked, "Sure, Rose. Whatever you say. I'm Emmett McCarty."