How could anyone not fall in love with Emmett? He was such a teddy bear, well, once you got over the fact that he was a huge vampire. And that he was in love with Rosalie. Or was he? Sigh. Who am I kidding? He's got Rosalie the blonde epitome of all things beautiful and perfect.
But I've always wondered why he stared at me the way he did when we were in class together. Occasionally, he would brush back a strand of my dark chocolate hair out of my greenish-eyes, then he'd pull away immediately. I was almost certain that his thoughts strayed back to Rosalie; but I could never really be sure.
Or maybe it was my blood. I mean, don't vampires usually lust for human blood? Whatever that meant. I think I read that in a book somewhere.
Silent as I walked into English, first period with Emmett, I smiled a tiny bit and sat next to him. But he leaned away from me today, agitated. I didn't dare ask what was wrong. Everyone else seemed to notice, too. Everyone, including Rosalie, knew about mine and Emmett's relationship. Of course, she thought nothing of it, because she obviously had the tighter hold on Emmett. But still, I just wish he was…mine.
"Good morning, Emmett." I said politely like I always did, each and every morning.
"Norelle." He nodded curtly, glancing at me before glancing away. His fist was clenched. What was wrong with him?
I knew exactly what when everyone gasped. I turned and saw Rosalie heading straight for the table Emmett and I shared, pink NEW SCHEDULE sheet in her hand. I groaned.
God, this world is so unfair. I thought to myself miserably as I unwillingly gave up my seat for her. Besides, what could Emmett ever see in me? Brown eyes? Lame. Green eyes? Only for humans. No shape? Rosalie automatically wins. She had everything I didn't, everything that I wanted. Everything that would bring me a step closer to Emmett.
AN: Thanks for reading! This is my first ever story published here, and I'll probably write a new chapter while I'm surfing goSupermodel and IMing, so yeah! Tell me what you think!