There was lots of snow this weekend so I was stuck at home and had nothing better to do then to watch Gossip Girl Season 1 and write and write away….so this idea hit me. Hope you guys like it! : )
Summary:
Isabella Swan is the responsible sweet loving daughter of Charlie and Renee while her twin sister, Rosalie, is the wild superficial popular girl who gets into trouble to the point were it leads to the death of her parents. What happens now? The orphaned girls are put into the Witness Protection Program, Bella blames Rose for her destroying her life and wants nothing to do with her; at a time were they were supposed to be united, they were hating each other ….but can they really survive the threats of one of the most powerful men in the country when they can't even talk to each other for one minute without wanting to kill each other?
Chapter One: The Introduction to the Swan Family
I lived in Laguna Beach, California with my twin sister, Rosalie and my parents Renee and Charlie Swan. Rosalie and I might be twins but we are completely different when it came to looks and personalities. My name is Isabella Swan but I prefer when people call me Bella; I think Isabella is too formal and too 1800s if you ask me. Anyways I'm 5'4 and slender with long mahogany brown hair that reaches mid-back and big deep chocolate brown eyes while my sister Rosalie, Rose, is tall, beautiful, with a great body, and has wavy blonde hair and big blue oceanic eyes. I get my looks from my dad and Rose gets them from my mother. The only reason you can tell that we're related is by our last name and our constant bickering at each other. We don't get along at all, case closed.
Anyways it's November over here and thankfully it's still warm that's the great thing about California…no winter. I hate the cold. Three years ago, Charlie took us all for Spring vacation to the Poconos, PA (God knows why!?) and it was horrible and freezing and I spent the whole week in the cabin with three pairs of socks and blanket over blanket by the fireplace while everyone else was learning to ski and snowboard and ice skating. So yeah…..I don't like the cold at all and promised myself to stay far, far away from any temperatures below 60.
Well here I am in the patio of our three bedroom house reading one of my favorite books Forever by Judy Blume when I hear giggles coming from the kitchen. Then the sliding door slides open and Rosalie and her best friend, Lauren come out with their arms linked. Lauren was almost as pretty as Rose; she was almost as tall and slender with straight layered blond hair and green eyes that reminded me of kiwis. She was one of them, one of the popular ones which meant that I would never get along with her either. Lauren was Rose's minion; It was more then obvious that Rosalie was the one who ruled the popular Queen Bees by the way she demanded not asked, by that look she gave you, by the authority vibe she sent out to everyone, she was It, she was the Queen. She was the girl you hated in school, the one who picked on you when you wore the wrong boots or clothes from Wal-Mart, the one who would steal your boyfriend if she was bored, the one who expected you to worship at her feet and if you didn't then that meant that Rosalie would backlash at you, that was my twin sister for you. She was everything I hated in a person.
Lauren cackled as she laughed, she sounded like the evil witch of some movie, I rolled my eyes, I hated Lauren she was so superficial and annoying, she always treating the unpopular people like if they were dogs. The only thing good that came out of the friendship between Rose and her was that she didn't ridicule me because I was Rosalie's sister, that's what I was known as in Laguna Beach High School. Rosalie's sister: the smart quiet one. I wasn't popular at all I preferred to keep to myself but I did have a few close friends, I guess I was what you considered somewhat of a loner. But I didn't mind I liked being alone. I rather spend my time inside of the house reading books then going out partying but that didn't mean I didn't like to have fun because I did, I just wasn't like most teenage girls.
"Bella" called Rosalie smiling like always when she was high. Her being high was a constant thing ever since two years ago; every day she would come with something in her body but I didn't ask questions I could care less "Can you read somewhere else?" she asked. It sounded like a question but it really wasn't it was more like a command. I swear Rose reminds me of
Regina from Mean Girls with her attitude and looks and her accessories of best friends
"I was here first" I told her without even glancing away from my book.
"Oh come on you can read anywhere, Rose and I want to tan and talk about some girly stuff you wouldn't be interested in hearing us blab and blab about boys and make-up" said Lauren in a super fake sweet voice. This happened a lot and it always ended the same way Rosalie and I would begin screaming at each other at the top of our lungs, our parents would find out and we both get grounded. So I decided to be the bigger person and leave this time, only because I was reading one of my favorite parts or else we would be bringing out the gloves.
"Thanks you're such a doll" I heard Lauren say to me again in that super fake voice. I rolled my eyes again and I went upstairs to my room and locked the door so I wouldn't be interrupted again and began reading on my bed again. I finished the book quickly and glanced at my clock it was already 4:30, time to make dinner.
I ran downstairs with my metallic blue I Pod blasting music as loud as possible and began making some Baked Ziti and garlic bread. My mother, Renee owned her own little clothing boutique while my father was a big-time corporate lawyer. Every night, we had dinner together at 6:00 sharp; they tried their best to spend quality time with us knowing that sooner or later, we would leave for college and go on with our lives.
It was finally dinner time and we were all sitting in the dining room table eating quietly. Most of the time our parents would try to force conversations out of us—like asking those same questions parents ask their children every day because they have nothing else to talk about…How are you doing? How was school? Blah, Blah, Blah….Don 't get me wrong now my relationship with my parents was closer then a usual teenager but sometimes there just wasn't anything to say.
The dining room looked pretty fancy there was china and there was a huge dining room table—Italian and it was white marbled and you could seat eight even though it was only us four always. We weren't wealthy but we weren't poor either; we were somewhere in the higher middle class. We owned a beautiful red bricked house with a two door garage and a huge garden out in the front (no thanks to Mom though, she hired someone to do it for her, she wasn't really good with keeping things alive…she was way too eccentric and scatter brained for that). The house had four bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a dining room, a living room, my dad's office, and a huge modern kitchen that was used mostly by me.
"Honey" said my mother in a stern voice to Rosalie "I got a call from your teacher she says you've been skipping her class for a week now."
Rosalie put her fork down with the look on her face like she was expecting this a long time ago "Mom, don't be mad you don't understand that lady is a witch she hates me because I'm popular and beautiful" I rolled my eyes, Rosalie should be an actress she could make up lies faster then I could say I'm Isabella Cullen. "The first day of school she told me that she already knew what type of girl I was. She always discourages me from doing any assignment with her rude behavior towards me, I feel like I can never make her happy"
Charlie snorted, not buying into Rosalie's pathetic excuse. This wasn't the first time or the last time we've gotten a call about Rose behaving badly or skipping school. "Rosalie this isn't the first time this happens you're behavior has changed considerably since you've started high school. I think you need to re-evaluate your goals" said my father. He was about to take a bite of his food when he looked at Rose again "Oh and get yourself a tutor no daughter of mine is going to be failing high school"
I smiled expecting that last comment. Charlie always said that if any daughter of his ever dropped out of school or failed, that he would disown them. Education was very important to him I guess it was because he took his studies seriously and only wanted the best for us.
"Daddy!" said Rosalie trying to maintain composure so she didn't get in even more trouble but I knew sooner or later the real Rose would come out "My goals are perfectly fine" she told them but I could see that she was getting pissed.
"Ok then I'll do it for you" he said after he took a sip of red wine "School is #1 followed by your behavior…."
Rosalie interrupted and the acid in her voice began to leak "My behavior? What are you talking about?"
"You're always stuck to a mirror Rosalie, I had to cancel your credit cards because you buy everything that you see, you're lazy and inconsiderate, and now you're failing!" said Charlie losing patience. All of us except for my sweet erratic mother were impatient.
"Honey" said my mother softly now "Please, try to understand this is only for your best interests"
"Are you done because I just lost my appetite" said Rosalie coldly as she pushed her plate away from her. There she goes ruining it for herself is she had just kept quiet but no Rosalie had a big mouth and a horrible temper, got it from my dad though so I guess who could blame her?
"Yes we are done, but you're not allowed to leave today you will be washing the dishes and tomorrow you'll cook for us. Bella deserves a day off from always cooking especially since she always does what's right. And It better be good, if it's not you're grounded" said Charlie mimicking that exact cold tone Rosalie had used except he had perfected it, bringing it a step further even that I felt myself shiver. I swear If Rosalie was a volcano, she would've erupted already her face was all red and her palms were rolled up into fists—now she was going to be extra bitchy, whoopee for me!
After dinner, I went upstairs and watched some television and did my homework. I was about to go to sleep when I heard something from the backyard, I looked at my window and there was Rosalie escaping as she usually did sometimes. I shook my head repulsed—I knew what she would be doing tonight.
The following morning I was dressed for school and eating some breakfast when Rosalie appeared wearing a way too short denim mini skirt and a pink tank top and a white sweater. She looked tired but she tried hiding it with make-up and that stupid hyper smile which usually meant she was trying to keep appearances to Mom and Dad or she was high or for some odd reason she was actually happy.
"You better not tell anybody" she said as she sat down across from me. I guess she had seen me last night seen her "If you do you'll regret it I swear" she threatened me.
"Don't threaten me druggie!" I snapped back at her, how dare she I wasn't even planning on saying anything I never did, not when she sneaked out to go to some boy's house or when she came home drunk or when she came back high or whatever the hell she consumed.
She slammed her fists in the table "Don't ever call me that again!" and she threw her orange juice straight into my face. I screamed and my mother showed up, her nostrils flared. "I didn't know you were home still" was all that Rosalie could come up with.
Renee scoffed "So when I'm not home you're harassing my little baby! This is the last straw Rosalie Lillian Swan you're grounded until further notice say good-bye to parties, seeing friends, talking on the phone, you're only allowed to only breathe, eat, study, and sleep do you understand that?"
"That's not fair she started it!" said Rosalie furious.
"I don't believe that and I'm starting to think that Bella is everything you will never be. Bella go upstairs and change or you will be late for school" I nodded and walked out of there but I heard one last thing "Give me your car keys have fun taking the bus"
"WHAT??" shrieked Rosalie pissed. The bus was the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone. It was filled of freshmen, annoying ones who would come up to you and try to be your best friend or your boyfriend if you were upperclassmen. They would be throwing papers and some other things I don't even want to think about—luckily my mother drove us to school every morning and in the afternoon I would get a ride from my best friend and Rosalie did the same as well. But now that we were finally seniors, our parents had bought each of us a car for our Seventeenth Birthday.
"Now Rose! I don't have time for this" said my mother sternly.
I smiled as I ran up the stairs you deserve that! I quickly took a two minute shower and put on some jeans and a white tank top and ran downstairs.
"This is all you're fault!" she hissed at me. I ignored her and kept on walking to my black BMW convertible. Rosalie had a red one because that was her favorite color. "You better at least give me a ride"
"Why don't you ask the people who you were with last night" I told her and got into my car leaving her furious. I could see that her mouth was opening so she would probably start yelling at me so I turned up the radio higher and drove out of the driveway.
When I got to school I went first to my locker to put away my book bag and get the books that I would need for my first two blocks then lunch and then two more blocks until school was officially finished. I couldn't wait to graduate I was planning on becoming a secondary teacher and going to UCLA. I already had gotten accepted I applied early and because of all my hard work and determination they even gave me a scholarship.
"You" said some voice but of course I ignored it—I wasn't going to turn around just like the twenty people around me did and then look away feeling like an idiot. If someone wanted to talk to me they would address me by my name I thought to myself "Hello" said a voice now right behind me. I slowly turned around and there was this tall handsome muscular guy wearing a football jersey.
"Um hi" I said slanting my head a little bit to the side. "Do you need anything?"
"Yeah your Rose's sister aren't you" I nodded slowly "Well where is she? I've been looking everywhere for her and she won't answer her phone"
"I have no clue" I simply replied. I didn't know if she was in the bus, or if she had called a friend, or if she just decided to skip and I honestly didn't care
"Hmm" he seemed annoyed "Fine if you see her tell her that I was looking for her"
"Sure…..I'll tell her a guy with a jersey came up to me. I'm sure there are only 20 or so guys in the football team so it shouldn't be that hard for Rose to figure it out"
He smiled at me then and then checked me out, I glanced away to the inside of my locker uncomfortable "Oh right….Greg Johnson" he said after a moment.
"Ok I'll pass the news but I doubt she'll even listen to me" I told him.
He smiled again he kind of looked amused "I see Bella" Now I was the one who smiled he knew my name—usually when her friends came up to me they referred to me as Isabella because that's what Rosalie called me or Rosalie's little sister. At least this guy remembered my preferred name. "It's fine then it was nice to finally meet you though"
"Really?" I arched my eyebrow. That was too weird if you asked me. Rosalie only talked trash about me to everyone so I didn't get why it was so nice to meet me.
"Yes I always wanted to meet Rosalie's twin everyone talks about how different you guys are and they were always right. You both are like fire and ice"
"Uh-huh fire and ice" I nodded agreeing with him it was probably an insult in some level but I felt proud that we were that different. I never wanted to be like Rosalie, ever!
"Yes" he smiled again "I should go then…..it was nice to meet you maybe we'll see each other around bye Bella"
"Bye" That was weird, that was really weird. I shook my head and headed off to my classroom.
It was lunch time in school and I was in the line with my best friend, Angela Webber. Angela has long light brown hair and soft brown eyes; she is one of the sweetest and kindest people I had ever met.
"Your sister came late to first block, she looked furious" said Angela as she took a pizza slice and put it on her plate. I wrinkled my nose as I saw that disgusting pizza slice the cheese looked cold and….just EW. I grabbed a meatball sub at least this looked somewhat appetizing.
I smiled "Good that's what she deserves; she threw a cup of orange juice at me. Renee was still there and grounded her for doing it. It serves her right"
Angela laughed "Well at least it wasn't an apple"
I laughed remembering the funny incident when I was with Angela and her family having a picnic. Angela has two younger twin brothers who are a handful but she loves them with all heart and likes to actually spend time with her siblings. Big shocker there!! Anyways, Angela and I were lying down on a blanket talking when all of a sudden one of the twin's throws a red apple straight at Angela's forehead. It hit her right in the head and left her a huge bump. It was so funny….but poor Ang her head hurt all day.
"I just don't understand why I had to be cursed with her as my sister, what did I do to deserve such a monster?" I said.
"Well next year you both will be going to different college's right? So then you'll never have to spend time with her again just for holidays and the summer break"
"I don't think she could get into college, she'll probably end up going to community college with her bad grades. I don't even know how she's still in the cheerleading team if she's failing almost all of her classes"
"Who knows?" said Angela as she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess because she's captain they don't want her to go, she is one of the best cheerleaders at least that's what I hear. Everyone loves her, because of Rose they make it to the nationals every year."
"I hate people that think just because they're popular that the rules can bend towards them. If you or I were failing our classes we would've been kicked out of the cheerleading squad in a split second."
"You're right about that" said Angela quietly. "You know I still think that you should talk to your parents about her, every day she gets worse. There's talk around the school that your sister is hanging out with a really bad crowd"
"She always hanged out with them" I pointed out. Rose had always hung out with the popular kids who got high and partied all the time and thought they owned the damn planet. That's who she was….hell she was the leader of them.
"No I mean a worse crowd" she looked around and whispered "like drug dealers and stuff"
"What?" Now that was a surprise she was stupider then I thought "Wow…but she doesn't sell right?" She shrugged her shoulders "She's always getting herself into trouble, she needs a healthy dose of fear, she can be so stupid sometimes." I said shaking my head in disgust.
"But how about if something happens to her?"
"That's not my problem" I said. There was a small part of me that feared that she would get herself into danger but I wouldn't let that part slide out. Rose could take care of herself and even if I found the courage, or even felt like helping her out, she would probably murder me anyways for getting into her business.
"I don't even believe that one, you both might hate each other but you both are still sisters there has to be some love there. Remember when you both used to be close" We both paid for our foods and walked over to our usual table which was in the back of the cafeteria near the windows.
"Yeah in elementary school then she changed completely too some superficial skank Barbie doll"
"I guess a lot of people lose who they are when they want to be popular" said Angela as she bit her pizza "We're the only few who actually stayed true to ourselves"
I smiled "Exactly why you're my best friend Angela"
Then Angela's face expression changed and she opened her eyes wider like if pointing to behind me. So I turned around again and there was Rosalie with that guy…..I think his name was Greg they were coming this way. Greg waved to me and went to sit at another table pretty close to ours. He quickly began making conversation with that table as if he knew them for years, he must really be popular. The girls in the table were all smiling at him while the boys were quickly paying attention to whatever he was telling them.
"Bella" said Rosalie icily "I need to ask you something"
"Which is?" I asked annoyed. If she was going to ask me for a ride, she was wasting her time because I was definitely going to say no.
Rose looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but next to me but slowly she sat down next to me "Greg things your cute for some reason and wants me to invite you to a party he's having this weekend. So what do you say?"
"What?" asked Angela surprised "He's in the football team Bella"
"Is this a joke?" I asked Rosalie.
"Trust me I would love it to be a joke but he seemed pretty serious" said Rosalie as she stole the animal crackers from my tray "Don't worry he's not going to rape you or anything I would never let him do that"
Wow. Double Wow. Rosalie would protect me from her friend Greg and Greg was interested in plain me. I looked at him, he was cute he had dirty blonde hair and bluish green eyes that reminded me of the Caribbean ocean.
"Um hello I have people to see…." said Rosalie in that irritating voice again "….Things to do so give me an answer now"
"I don't know" I replied after a long moment to annoy her even more "I need to think about it"
Rosalie rolled her eyes "Why, don't you want to become popular? You're so weird" she got up and left to Greg who got up immediately and began talking to her. I turned around a little embarrassed
"Awe he frowned, he has puppy eyes now" said Angela smiling. Then her smile got really huge and her eyes widened "Oh Wow" she whispered.
"What?" I whispered back.
"He's coming this way Bella" she hissed at me.
"You've got to be kidding me" I said putting my hands over my face. I had little experience with boys, I've had one boyfriend once and it lasted nine months because he had moved away to the East Coast or else we probably still would be together right now. He was different though then most teenage boys. His passion for music was AWE-ing and inspiring in some way. I easily trusted him and could talk to him for hours at the time I thought he was my soul mate…but every other guy was just too uninteresting or I just felt nothing…Oh, God now Greg put his hand on my shoulder and gave me this pouty look. Why did he have to make this so uncomfortable?
"Greg" I said slowly I didn't know what to say I could feel myself get tongue-tied right now. He sat down and just looked at me waiting for me to continue but then I shook my head giving up. It wasn't that I couldn't talk to a guy it was just that this whole thing was so weird and uncomfortable in a way….I just didn't understand why?
"Bella there's no need to get embarrassed I'm happy that you at least said you would think about it but I just wanted to know if there was any way that I could convince you"
"I….um….I just…Can I tell you tomorrow?" I could feel myself blushing I probably looked like a little girl so indecisive and everything but I really didn't know what to say. I mean a jock just asked me out?! I don't know why he would do that and that was the thing that stopped me from accepting him…Imagine this was some kind of twisted sick trick or something?
He nodded "That's fine." Then he looked at Angela and smiled at her "Hi I'm Greg, what's your name?"
Angela looked at him nervously "Angela"
"That's a pretty name and for some reason I've heard it before." He put his finger under his chin I had to admit he looked adorable when he was thinking "Oh yeah Benny boy thinks you're adorable he has this huge crush on you"
Angela blushed "As in Ben Chaney?" I smiled Ben Chaney was one of the smartest boys in your grade. He was cute even with his glasses not a lot of boys could pull that off but most importantly he was a very nice guy. Angela had a huge crush on him but they were just friends and Angela wasn't the one who expressed her feelings for some guy who might not even like her back.
"Yes if you want I can set something up at my party"
Angela looked at me expectantly she wouldn't go if I didn't go with her, She wasn't the party girl. Now I had to go I had no choice she was looking at me with pleading eyes and she deserved to find her prince charming.
"We'll go" I said forcing myself to smile. He immediately smiled showing that he had a cute dimple on his left cheek.
"Perfect. I'll set everything up" then he looked at Angela and it was strange because it looked like they were having some type of eye-to-eye conversation. Then Angela got up from her seat quickly
"I'm going to get something to drink. Be right back" then she left really quickly to the vending machine. I turned to Greg smiling I had to admit he was good, very stubborn just like I am.
"You do anything to get what you want don't you" I said smiling. I felt a little bit better knowing that he couldn't be that bad of a guy if he was going to help Angela out.
He nodded grinning at me "When I want something I do everything possible to have it. I guess I'm a little spoiled" he said smiling then his face went into a more serious expression "But if you really really don't want to go then I'll understand I'll still set something up between them."
"It's okay I'll go but I won't promise you how long I'll be there"
"At least one hour you'll have my full attention we'll talk and dance and get to know each other"
"Okay Greg"
"Great" he flashed another big smile at me "I'll see you later then" he winked and then disappeared into one of the tables. Angela returned in a flash smiling like crazy…
"Wow. You're going on a date with Greg Johnson" enunciated Angela excitedly.
"Yeah" I said quietly. He was comfortable to be around but I knew there was nothing more then that, a friend. "I'm just glad you finally have your chance with Ben"
Angela's eyes went all dreamy and she squealed. My best friend squealed and my response was to laugh.
That night I was in the kitchen eating some brownies and sipping some Sprite soda when Rosalie entered the house. I could smell the alcohol when she entered the kitchen she looked all giddy and was smiling like an idiot.
"Isabella, Isabella, Isabella!" sang Rosalie in an extremely good mood.
"Rosalie, you do know that mom and dad are home right? That they've been home for hours waiting for that dinner that was never cooked or for that daughter that was supposed to be grounded and never came home" I told her.
"Yeah and?" she said loudly
"Shh!" I told her "Do you want to get in even more trouble if they see you like this? They know that you never came home Rosalie just hide in your room"
"I don't care" she said even more loudly "I feel free today! I feel like I could fly and fly all around the world" then she laughed, no cackled is more likely. I rolled my eyes tired of listening to her and was about to leave when she tugged my arm "Wait a second, I have to tell you something"
"Can't this wait till you're sober?"
"Nope." She said with a small smile" "It's about Greg I thought you should know"
"What about him?" I asked curiously
"Greg and I used to be lovers. You'll have a lot of fun with him, a lot" then she giggled "He's one of the best kissers and he's so experienced" she raised her eyebrow suggestively "after that party you'll be one of us Bella forever and ever"
I pulled my arm away from hers shaking my head and went quickly to my room. I sat down on my bed and sighed. Ewe. Greg and Rosalie were together, together. I could never be with him ever that's just gross. Thank God, I didn't like him like that.
I just had finished taking a shower when I came out of the bathroom and at the same moment Charlie was coming out of Rosalie's room. His face was flushed and he just looked so tired—I feared that she was going to give him a heart attack with his A personality.
"Daddy" I said quietly hoping to cheer him up. That immediately made him smile, his crinkly smile, he walked up to me and put his arm around me.
"Why couldn't I have another Bella? You're so sweet and have such a big heart, you never do wrong you're perfect Bella."
I laughed whole heartedly "Dad I'm not that perfect"
"Too me you are. To me you're the best daughter a parent could ever wish for; you have no idea how proud we are of you. I'm just glad that we did one thing right…"
I kiss his cheek "You're the best father I could ever have Dad….Rose is just….being Rose. She'll get over it when she's forty and working as a stripper"
"Hmm" said Charlie.
"Dad don't worry she'll be a trophy wife before that"
Charlie chuckled but I could tell that he knew that what I was saying was probably partly going to happen. He kissed the top of my head "Let's hope that someone knocks some sense into her before she goes to college….Good night Bella."
"Good night Dad, I love you" I told him as I walked to my room.
"I love you too Bells" he said. He walked into his room closing the door and I did the same.
The following day when I reached my locker there was Greg waiting for me with a red rose on his hand all I could think of was the running but I knew I would have to face this one day.
"Greg we have to talk" I said using a very serious tone I hope he would get the tone and just leave right there and then so I wouldn't have to do this awkward conversation with him.
"Talk? You're breaking up our date aren't you?" He said with a frown.
I nodded "Sorry it's just that you and Rosalie were together and….that's just creepy for me"
"I understand I should have told you it's just that you're the first girl who I met that was different you know you're not like Rosalie, Lauren, or any of these girls in our school. I wanted to try something different with you a relationship, a real relationship" He said as he looked at me and played with his hands. I did felt kind of bad but there was no future for us; I was really picky when it came to being in a relationship I mean why go out with a guy who you can't see yourself being in a long term relationship with? What's the point?
"You do seem like a nice guy really you do but I don't think I can be in a relationship with you. I'm sorry Greg" He frowned even more then handed me the rose, I took it and gave him a smile "Thank you"
"Hey um we're friends though right?" I nodded "Then I want to show you something, will you come with me?"
"Um okay we do have like ten minutes left"
He smiled and grabbed my hand and led me to the art wing. The art wing was pretty empty actually and for some reason I felt this was wrong for some reason. My subconscious was telling me to run away and scream so I stopped walking. He smiled at me again "We're almost there I have this painting I want to show you" Then he opened the door to one of the art rooms and led me inside "It's just back here…."
"Um I think we should go back" I finally said. He looked at me puzzled then smiled
"Bella I thought we were friends" he said pulling me closer to him. I gulped—Oh Crap this wasn't good this wasn't good the way he looked scared me.
"We are but I….I need to get to class" I whispered afraid my voice would crack. Then he shook his head and smiled evilly at me, that's when I finally realized that I had to go. When I began trying to pull away but he was too strong and pulled me into him so that our chests were touching.
"I don't think so Bella you see I tried being nice and that didn't work so I need to re-strategize" he whispered in my ear and kissed my forehead. All these thoughts were running through my mind I felt fear so much fear I thought my heart was going to come out with how fast it was beating. I wanted to scream but I couldn't find my voice for some reason and I couldn't even move anymore. I was frozen still. I was frozen as he began kissing my neck and grabbed my butt. I was frozen when he began kissing my lips forcing his tongue into my mouth and then again my subconscious yelled at me TO SCREAM. Finally I reacted and obeyed. I screamed and began hitting him any way I thought possible but it was useless no one could hear me and it's like he didn't even feel it when I hurt him. Then the door slammed open and there was my sister with a baseball bat, she looked pissed. I had never been so happy, so relieved to see her.
"Rosalie" he said shocked pushing me to the ground hard and then glanced at the baseball bat taking one step back he seemed scared "Um….oh crap put that down please"
"You messed with her, you know who she is Greg she's MY LITTLE SISTER YOU IMBECIL" she screamed approaching him with the bat "I'm going to hurt you so bad that you're going to lose your freaking football scholarship you son of a bitch"
"Rosalie" he said taking a few more steps back. Then again I reacted getting up and going behind Rosalie. I just wanted to get out of here and forget this ever happened. I hated the popular people they thought they could do whatever they wanted to whomever….I can't believe I actually had thought he was cute.
"Rosalie let's just get out of here please" I whispered to her. I didn't want her going to jail because of this asshole. Wow who would've thought that I owed my life to Rosalie?!!
"Not until I give him what he deserves. Close your eyes Bella" I obeyed and the next thing I heard was two huge plows and screaming from him. Then there was silence and there was Greg unconscious on the floor and Rosalie standing over him smiling. "Now we can go Bella"
"You killed him" I whispered shocked. I was pretty sure my face looked hilarious at the moment.
She laughed "No I didn't he'll be fine when he wakes up. He won't bother you ever again don't worry now come on or you're going to ruin your perfect record" she grabbed my hand and dropped the bat to the floor leading me back to the main hallway.
"Um thanks Rosalie for saving me" I told her after a few minutes of pure silence "How did you know?"
"I saw you two walking over here and I knew you aren't the girl to hook up with any guy in school so….I took a little stop at the gym and went to look for you guys I knew he was somewhere around the art hallway that's his spot" she said as she rolled her eyes. "I'm just glad I got there in time"
"Me too I owe you so much Rosalie" I said with a small grateful smile.
"Don't mention it seriously though don't mention it. I mean you're my sister and I'm the only one who can harm you" she said smiling "Now go run to class the bell will ring in like two minutes"
"Okay and thanks again Rosalie" I said as I left quickly to class. When lunch came around I told Angela all about it and she was so angry but I could tell there was a hint of disappointment I think she had realized that Greg had been lying about setting something up with her prince charming. During lunch, I had glanced around the cafeteria trying to see if he was there, but he wasn't and I was very glad about that. I never wanted to see his face ever again.
After school Angela and I went to the mall to cheer ourselves up. Shopping with Angela was kind of fun and relaxing we mostly talked and window shopped since we didn't have any money with us. Later we went back to her house and hung out for awhile.
When I got home the smoke alarm was on and Rosalie was crying in the floor and all around the floor was what appeared to be meat loaf. I quickly turned on the fan and opened the windows.
"Don't cry because you burnt something, you can always try again they won't be home for another hour I'll even help you it's the least I can do" I told her.
"I'm not crying because of that" she said crying even harder. Oh crap, she was serious about this I thought and I thought it was just a way to get me too cook even though I would have done it I mean she did save me from being raped "Something happened today"
"What your broke your nail?" I said teasing her.
"This is serious Bella" she said getting up quickly "I….they're going to kill me" then she wrapped her arms around me hugging me tightly. While I was just confused and shocked….was this a joke she was playing on me?
Ok. So tell me what you guys think?