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~5 YEARS PRIOR~

"I love you baby girl."

The voice of the man that I love speaks to me. This is the one of those special nights when he comes to share my bed with me. He has ruined any chances of me falling asleep now, but I allow this disturbance because this man is one of the reasons that reality is so much better than dreaming.

"Can I show you how much I love you?"

The lids to my eyes fall shut. I am laying on my side towards the right end of the bed and I can feel him behind me. There is something firm pressing into the lower region of my back. This is something that I know he wants to give me to me and I will accept his love in any form.

"Show me." I whisper, soft and butterfly like. I say this to him in a challenging way. Only because I want him to show me so badly.

He loves me. I know he does.

Hands are sliding up my night gown, leaving a warmth on every single piece of skin that his fingertips graze. I wear no bra to sleep. He's excited to explore my body. He never gets tired of me because he loves me.

"Baby, you're beautiful." His words warm me more than the temperature of his body heat does. I feel a smile flitting across my mouth, until his lips kisses that smile right off of my face. I cling to him and throw myself into the gesture. I want to surrender my body to him and show him how much I appreciate him. "Can I love you now?"

"Please." I say, barely audible to myself. There is nothing separating me from him under my nightgown. I am completely bare. "I've been waiting for you all day."

"You've been waiting for me?" There is a rustling of clothes behind me. In the next few seconds he sheds the barrier of fabric that is between us, and then he presses himself against me. My body shudders with a delight that I can't quite explain. He is the only man that has ever made me feel this way. "You've been waiting for me to love you?"

My head moves. It is the only thing I can do when his hands start to explore underneath my gown again. He slides his fingers against the dampness between my thighs and I have to sink my teeth into my lips to keep from making any noise. My mother is asleep down the hallway and I do not want to wake her up. If she catches this man inside of my bed we both will get into trouble.

There is another part of his body that he slides against me. It is the part of his body that he loves to connect us with. He fills me with something more than warmth when he pushes himself into me. I fall slack against his chest. The intrusion of thrill and pleasure is almost too intense on my part and he hasn't even began to move within me yet.

"Christ, Princess." His voice has changed. There is a passion within his tone that makes me surrender even more. I've never heard him speak with this kind of passion whenever he converses with anybody else. I know that I am his special girl. I am perfect. "You're way too perfect. So good."

"Tell me that you love me." I demand, an effort of voice through a short panting. My body begins to tremble as soon as he begins to lose his way inside. "Please. I want to hear you tell me."

"Oh, Rosalie." I have never heard another man pronounce my name with such husk. I love this strong, protective man. I shiver from the mere thought of him. "I love you so much."

My father loved me. I know he did.

~PRESENT DAY 2011~

For most of my life I have felt like I've been reading from a script. It's almost like every thing that has to do with the plans for my life were already made for me the moment that I was welcomed into this world. Things were dictated for me, choices made that were never mine to begin with, and decisions that I could never take a part of were pulled so far out of my reach.. I've always felt like I've been controlled.

I used to have two loving parents. Everyone starts out with two. They met in high school and had two babies out of wedlock. They spent the younger years of their lives trying to raise two rowdy, twin girls to the best of their abilities. Then they fell out of love like every middle-aged couple does when they realize that the only thing they have in common is their interrelated genetics that belong to their offspring. I was the element of paste that held them together for as long as they were married, and I think my mother might have come to resent me for that fact.

My father showered his favorite little girl with the type of attention that any kid would love to receive. He always gave me everything that my mother would not. He always loved me in a way that we knew he could never love my mother or my twin sister. The wedge that continued to grow between them prompted their inexplicable divorce. It took place the summer that Carmen and I turned thirteen. It was not a messy legal ordeal. They did not hate each others guts or wish the worst upon each other's fates. My parents separated on terms that were friendlier than most people going through a divorce could part on. There was hurt in their hearts but definitely not hatred.

My father agreed to let my mother keep the house that they worked so hard to turn into a home, he let her keep the car that he bought for her after their honeymoon, and the dogs that were both of their babies before their twin girls ever were.

The only thing that he wanted in return was to keep full custody of his favorite little girl. I have no doubts in my heart that my father cared about both of his daughters, but I also have absolutely no doubts about the fact that he cared for one of the golden haired twins a little bit more that the other.

My father loved me. I know he did.

My darling mother seemed to have little to no qualms about the negotiations that my father laid upon the table for her. She agreed to keep her house, car, and other daughter with the condition that my father got to take me to New York with him. This was one of the many decisions that were made for me without even the slightest thought of my consent.

I loved my father but I may have not chosen to go with him if I'd been given a choice. It was hard for me as a thirteen years old child to leave behind the life and family that had been familiar to me since I was born, but it did not take long for me to become settled and used to the road that my new life had taken me on. My father found an accountant job in Rochester, New York where the two of us resided in a more upscale condominium. I was showered with all of the gifts that I could ever ask for and given more than enough freedom to be my own person. My father taught me to do whatever my heart desired because life was too short to not be enjoying yourself.

He showed me how much he loved everyday, and there were no restrictions for us with my mother and sister not being around.

I was a beautiful child. I realized that fact as soon as I was able to understand what a compliment meant. People in town used to tell my mother and father that Carmen and I were the cutest little things that they'd ever seen. We were precious blond-haired angels with gorgeous blue eyes and rosy cheeks. I was twelve years old when my father started to really notice how beautiful I was. I remember that I would see him watching me from time to time, in a way that was different from how he watched my sister or my mother. He would study me with a thoughtful contemplation. It was almost shy in a way. As if he was ashamed to be thinking about his little girl as if she were a grown women. I always knew that he wanted something from me. Something that I would not hesitate to give him. I just did not know what that something could possibly be.

Until he crawled into bed with me one night...

I remember being confused as he whispered in my ear about how badly he wanted me. I could smell a distinctly pungent aroma of the foul drink that he loved to consume all over his breath, but I was much too trusting to allow myself to feel fearful of the man that I loved so much. Carmen was asleep in the bed across from me and mother was just a few doors down the hallway so he had to be very quiet and quick with his explaining.

I was not a naive child. I knew what sexual intercourse was. My mother and father did not try to keep our ears innocent. Carmen and I were beautiful and well-developed for our tender ages. There were men that purposely mistook us for teenagers on plenty of occasions and boys that didn't even really know what they wanted from us who liked to gather our attention from time to time. We were about nine when my parents threw "the birds and the bees" tactics out of the window. They taught us about fucking and making love, it was never something that we were told not to do but something that we were advised to do when we were sure that we were ready.

I don't think that I was quite ready when my father pulled my panties away from me that night, but that decision had not been mine to make.

I do not hate my father for the painful intrusion that he caused me when he made love to me that first night. He gladly took my virginity away from my grasp and I knew exactly what was happening while it was happening. I never said no or tried to stop him because when I looked at his face while he was moving within me I could tell just how much he truly did love me.

It was not rape in my eyes...

My father loved me. I know he did.

His nightly visits were not frequent when we lived together with my mother and Carmen. There was way too much of a risk of getting caught and I did not want my sister to know what was going on between my father and I. I just knew that she would get jealous and try to tell my mother. I would not have her ruining something so special to me. Eventually, the painful sensation began to fade away and become replaced with a feeling that no words can possibly describe. I began to crave that pleasure that only my father could instill me with. I fell in love with the connection so much that I'd started to sought him out myself. Seduction was an action that I'd become quite accustomed to when I realized that it was the easiest way to lead my father into giving me what I'd wanted.

My mother never found out.

I remember not quite being satisfied during the time that my father and I were residing in New York. My father met a women who worked with him at the firm shortly after getting settled into the new job. She was a phenomenal red-head and her eyes were the most piercing of greens that I'd ever seen. It was the first and only time in my life that I'd encountered the feeling of jealousy. I found her crinkled red hair resting on his pillows and her silk panties inside of his drawers. A distance grew between my father and I as he grew closer to the lady that took over my role in the house.

I hated her as much as one person could possibly hate someone. I wanted to be her.

I watched her movements and the way that she interacted with my father. I took note of the clothes that she wore and the way that her makeup was done. I tried to transform myself into her clone for him but he still would not give me the attention that I wanted so desperately. He decided that what I needed in my life was a role-model women figure.

It was not my choice.

I started high school when I was fifteen and I was more lonely that I had ever been in my life. My father and new mother were hardly ever around the house. They found solace in each other and painted themselves a happy picture in which I was not apart of. I felt unwanted and deadly, almost as if I could no longer live without the love and affection of my father. I needed his physical gratification and the aches that were left between my thighs whenever he was finished with me. I craved his pleasure like an addict, unbeknownst of the fact that he was not the only person that could give me that fix.

Boys watched me everywhere I went. They worshiped the floor that my feet walked upon. I was the girl inside of every teenager's desires and I was not unaware of this fact. I used it to my advantage. High school was like a candy store to me. It was filled to the brim with several of different choices. I felt powerful for the first time in my life with the way that I could decide who I wanted to take home with me or what I wanted to do with my body. I made the decisions, and choices, and I dictated the aspects of my life.

Boys began to flock to me because they wanted me and girls wanted to be me so they started to gravitate towards me as well. I got showered in the type of attention that I loved so much. My name was known and loved, I was in control for once.

The one thing that I hate more than being controlled is not having any control. I swore to myself that I would never be put into a submissive position ever again. I would use what I had to get whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and that's just what I did in New York.

Until my father got himself killed in a car accident on my seventeenth birthday...

That was three weeks ago and it's been roughly three weeks since I've gotten my ass shipped back to Washington to live with my mother and sister. Things sure have changed over the last four years. I miss my father, I love him with all of my heart, but it's time for me to get over it and live my life.

~~~~CONSPIRACY

"Rosa!" I do not turn to face the person that is standing in the doorway of my room. I continue to apply the mascara on my eyelashes, glancing at her briefly through the full-sized mirror that is attached to my vanity table. "Are you almost ready to start heading out? We don't want you to be late for your first day of school."

I am irritated for more than one reason at the moment. The first thing that has made me want to rip my sister's platinum blond hair out of her pretty little head is the fact that she came barging into my room without the curteousy of knocking before entering, we haven't seen each other in years and I can already tell that her presence is going to annoy the hell out of me. I value solitude and privacy almost over anything else in life. That is something that she is going to have to get used to if she wants to survive inside of this house with me.

The second thing that has put a damper on the day that hasn't even fully begun yet, is the fact that she is already so bubbly and it is only seven in the morning. I am definitely not a morning person. In fact, I can be a down right bitch in the mornings if I am being completely honest with myself.

"Let's get two things straight Carmen." I set my tube of mascara down and move onto my lip gloss. I want to nip this behavior of hers in the bud. I think she needs to be aware of how things are going to work around here now that I am back home. This is not her sanctuary any longer. I am in control now. "In order for us to coexist in this house together you need to know what you are allowed to do around me and what you must refrain from doing in order to not get your fragile little feelings hurt. Are you ready to listen?"

"Um yeah. I guess." I like the look of apprehension on her face. It tells me that she is intimidated of me in some sort of way.

"First off, do not call me Rosa. Ever. I hate that fucking nickname." I watch my reflection in the mirror as I talk to my sister, a smile lifts onto my lips in appreciation. I look way too beautiful to be true. "And if you don't want to see the ugly side of me, you'd better knock on my door before waltzing your way inside of here. My irritation level is at a four right now. You don't want to see me get to a ten."

"Sure." She says, nodding her head. Not quite knowing what she can possibly say to that. "I am sorry. I'm just so used to walking right in."

"It's fine." I offer her a smile through the mirror, before releasing my hair out of the confines of it's ponytail and standing to face her. I watch her mouth drop in the next second as she takes in my appearance. I find a slight amusement in the way that her eyes widen at the sight of me. We are identical twins but the two of us are absolutely nothing alike. "How do I look Carmen?"

"Oh Rosalie, the dean is going to give you shit for tampering with your uniform."

I was beyond devastated when my mother came to me last week with the news that I'd be attending the same pretentious private school that Carmen has been going to since her freshmen year. I was even more devastated when I was told that I'd have to wear an uniform to attend this school, and the dress code is not exactly what I would call flattering.

When my mother brought me the uniform last week I decided that I could try to tweak the dress code a bit to my liking. The girls were expected to wear navy blue bottoms which could not be pants. The rule book did not say that the bottoms had to be limited to the pencil skirt that my mother had purchased for me. In my mind there could be endless variations made to this rule.

I could work with plaid skirts, pleated skirts, skorts, shorts, rompers, and even tutus if they were the correct color at least.

The shirts were to be either white polos or white button downs and there were to be some sort of accessory worn around the neck. The dress code did not say that the shirts had to be a particular brand or style. I had plenty of shirts that could be worn as a substitute to the one my mother had presented to me.

The shoe and jacket policy was not clear to me. I did not have an interest in that one whatsoever. I had decided that I would just wear whatever shoes and jackets that I felt like wearing and then see who had a problem with it or not.

Today, I decide that I want to make a statement on my first day at this new school. I want to feel the heat of the all the boy's gazes lingering on me as I strut down the hallways with the type of confidence that only someone as bold as me could have.

I opt for the white Hollister polo that my father had purchased for me in New York, which I pair with the navy blue neck bow my mother got me. I feel daring today so for my choice of bottoms I decide that my navy pettiskirt will be great for making the statement I am going for. The skirt is high-waisted which does wonders for the curves that accentuate my hips. Under my skirt I have on black tights that are patterned with dark blue roses. For my shoes I go with my favorite Louis Vuitton platform wedges. I look like a man eater that has just stepped off of a runway during fashion week in Paris. It's absolutely perfect.

"I think I'll take my chances." I am not afraid of facing the dean or any other authority figure of that matter. I have learned that my looks and charming charisma can get me a lot of places that I want to be. A swish of my skirt in the right direction wouldn't hurt much either. I'm sure that I have a few sexy tricks up my sleeve to make the dean see things my way somehow.

I view my sister with a disapproval that is evident on my facial expression, and this is because she wears her uniform exactly to the tee. She does not behold the same kind of sexiness that radiates from within me; which is crazy since we practically have the same everything. My hair is longer, thicker, and not the pale blond color that it used to be. I dyed my hair honey blond last year because I think it makes me look more exotic. I am a smidge bit thicker than her around the waist area. She is petite where I am curvy but she definitely has the potential to be a bombshell if she wanted to.

"Nice loafers." I quip, mocking the precise of her outfit.

A pink tint fills the inside of her cheeks as she looks down at her feet, no one likes to feel inadequate. "Thanks."

"What were you saying about being late for school? Are you ready to go or something?" I look at her thoughtfully, tilting my head to the side as I witness the unease making its way across her face. Carmen is uncomfortable around me for reasons that I can only imagine. "You're driving us there right?"

"Yeah, um are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." I retrieve my tote bag off of my bed and follow her downstairs.

My mother is not home this morning. She works as a chef at a restaurant in downtown Port Angeles. Carmen tells me that she barely sees our mother throughout the week days. This is good news to me. I don't need my mother acting like a bossy bitch if I decide to bring a few boys home with me after school. There is nothing more I hate than someone trying to tell me what the fuck to do.

During the ride in Carmen's flashy, little BMW, I take in the sights of Washington. Everything is still as green and unattractively wet as it was when I left. I think I sort of like the naturistic feel of this place though. Something about the vast expanse of trees and fields make it feel peaceful here. It's a little too quiet for my liking but then again, there aren't many people here to find their selves lost in my business.

The school is located about twenty minutes away from where we live and I am glad that we are not reduced to riding the school bus. It probably would have taken way longer to arrive at our destination and today I am anxious to get where we're going.

I realize about halfway there that I am not impressed with the ostentatious theme that this part of town tries to shove down its residents throats. The houses are significantly larger and more extravagant than the houses that ordain the streets of our own neighborhood. The school is pushed back against the scenery of an unhinged forest. The building looks like an ancient cathedral. It's about four stories high and constructed out of an old red-dusted brick. The windows are all made out of stainless glass, with religious paraphernalia ingrained into the bases of design. Overall, the school oozes with pretentiousness and I am just so ready to show how unpretentious I really am.

We pull into the parking lot with our top rolled down and Carmen is blasting some kind of overrated Britney Spears song. Their are eyes following our entrance from the second our tires hit the gravel at the beginning of the entry gate until we are snuggly parked between a yellow Porsche and a silver Volvo. This town is small and practically one of the only places I've been where everyone knows just about everyone. There is no such thing as privacy around Forks. In a small town like this, gossiping is the only way to bring excitement into the dreariness of life. Gossip travels quickly around here.

I know that all of my new classmates had heard about my return, probably before I even realized that I'd be returning here. They all knew that Carmen Hale had a twin sister that lived in Florida and they all knew that I would be gracing them with my presence today, but they did not know that none of them were quite ready for what I was about to bring to the table.

I step out of the car with my ray bans on and a confident smirk is adorning the corners of my mouth. There are two types of people in this parking lot. There are the ones with insecure eyes that try not to look conspicuous as they ogle me, and there are the jealous ones that stare at me with bold, judgmental eyes. I invite both forms of attention because I love it. I thrive off of it. I'm not afraid to look my speculators inside of their eyes because I see the same thing every time. Right before they get uncomfortable under the scrutiny of my gaze, they show me just how desperately they wished that they could be like me.

"Let me see your schedule again Rosalie." Carmen requests nicely, we have made it inside of the school building by this point. She's shown me to my locker which has conveniently been placed directly beside hers. "I want to check and see how many classes we have together again."

I hand over the crumpled piece of paper that I stuffed in my bag last week. I took one glance at it and rendered it unimportant. My main concern here is not about the classes that I'll be taking, but who I will find in those classes to entertain my interests. My eyes follow the trek of every person that walks past me. From behind the dark lenses of my sunglasses, these people do not know that I am formulating plans of seduction in my head. I have made up at least three scenarios of pulling one of these delicious boys into the janitor's closet with me.

"Hey Carmen." My head turns at the same exact time as my sister's does. My name was not called but the voice that speaks to get my sister's attention appeals to me. It is male and youthful. It matches the description of the body that approaches us so joyfully this morning. "How are you today?"

I look at my sister briefly and I am not surprised by what I witness. Her eyes are bashful as they look down to her feet, a blond strand of hair is tucked behind her ear, and when she looks up it is under the thick fringes of her curly eyelashes. Flirtation does not go by unnoticed to me. That is why I take into account the easy smile that he flashes her when she blushes.

"I'm fine this morning." She nods her head, and remembers that I am standing next to her. "Mike this is my twin sister Rosalie that I have been telling you about."

His name is Michael and I decide that it fits him to the tee. He is the all-american boy that lives next door to your neighbor or something. He has shaggy sandy brown hair that has been streaked with blond highlights. His eyes are a light, clear blue and his body is average in height and build. He is safely handsome but a bit boring by my standards.

When I reach out my hand to greet him, I decide that I will fuck his brains out if Carmen ever does anything to piss me off. "I've heard a lot of great things about you Rosalie. I am sorry about your loss. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise." I reply politely, I do not want to startle him yet. But it does not escape my attention when he allows his eyes to rake over my form. I can tell that he likes what he sees. "And thank you for the condolences. I appreciate it."

He nods his head, blue eyes fighting not to take another look at my body. I want to tell him that his desire is welcomed in every form, shape, and way. But since Carmen is standing beside me, I don't say anything.

"What classes do you have this semester?" He decides to ask, his curiosity is laced with something that is not completely nonchalant. I do not have to wonder why he is interested in knowing if we may have any classes together because I know that he is interested in me. He might think that my sister is cute and sweet but I'm something exciting. If that doesn't draw in the opposite sex then my sex appeal sure will.

"Carmen is looking over my schedule now." We both turn to look at her. "Read my classes aloud to me one more time."

"You have English for your first class, advanced algebra, government, then you have 1st lunch."

"What about the second half of the day?" I inquire, I don't know where any of these classes could possibly be at in this humongous building but I'm surely not afraid to ask a sexy boy for help with directions.

"Then you have bio-chem, personal fitness, and French." Carmen smiles and hands me back the piece of paper. "We have government, biology, and lunch together."

"I have English first hour. I can show you how to get there." Mike suggests politely, there is nothing shady about his friendliness. Carmen does not know that he is being so nice to me because he's already imagining how I will look inside of his bed without any clothes on, he probably doesn't even know why he is so drawn to me. I have that affect on people. It is called being Rosalie.

"That sounds great." I accept his offer. He is not anything spectacular but I know that he must have some friends that I'll be interested in. "Let's go there before the bell rings."

"Okay guys." Carmen bids us a goodbye and she tells me that she'll see me in third block. "See you at lunch Mike."

Mike and I walk through the crowds of people that are cluttered along both sides of the hallway. The chaos of bodies is exciting to me. I can't quite stop myself from taking in all of the sights.

Along the way, I get a little bit curious. "So Mike, how long have you known my sister?"

"Oh, the two of us have been friends since Freshmen year." He tries to sound casual, as if he has never thought about having his way with her. "She is a really nice girl."

"Yeah, she is." I nod my head in agreement. His statement is true. Carmen is nice and cute, but that is all that she is. There is nothing about her that jumps out and grabs my attention. She fades into the background which is something that I absolutely refuse to do. "Do you guys hang out a lot?"

"Well, she is best friends with my cousin Tanya. Since Tanya is the cheer leading captain she gets invited to all of the parties worth going to and she usually brings Carmen along with her."

"But you guys have never just hung out one on one?" There is a bit of a suggestiveness laced throughout the tone of my voice. I do this on purpose because I want to witness the predictability of Mike's reaction.

"We're not dating or anything." He clarifies, wide eyes and with a small chuckle. "We're just good friends. That is all we've ever been."

"Oh." That is all I offer because I can see right through him. He is like glass and my scrutiny is like a laser.

"Here it is." He says, once we stop in front of a decent sized class room. I can peer inside of the door and see that a few students have already arrived. The teacher is an older looking lady but she has a peaceful face. This class looks like it'll be kind of boring but I am glad that I won't have to work hard. English is one of my best subjects. "I'll introduce you to Mrs. Dwyer."

Mike does just that and Mrs. Dwyer welcomes me into her classroom and to the school like I know most of my teachers will do today. It is standard protocol and a part of their jobs, but I know that really I am just another body to them.

She shows me to my seat and class begins promptly three minutes later. I am right about my assumption. This class is dry. The students all take their own individual turns looking at me. I am the shiny new toy that they all find so fascinating but none of them have the guts to approach me and I find that very disappointing.

My second hour is just the same and by time I get to my third hour I am desperate to see something that I like. Carmen invites me to sit beside her and her other two friends at their pod. I am greeted by a pretty brunette named Jessica Stanley. I can feel a sort of snobbish aura radiating around her. Her presence is meant to be dominating but she is only intimidating to a person like my sister. She compliments me on my outfit but with a sort of mocking undertone. I know that inside she wishes that she would have had the guts to try and pull this one off, but instead of speaking my thoughts I simply smile at her. I am not going to show them how much of a bitch I can be until one of them gives me a reason to.

The other girl that greets me is Tanya Denali. She is every bit of conceited that I imagined the cheer leading captain would be. She is beautiful with spiraling curls in the shade of a sleek strawberry blond. Her skin is fair and opaque but it matches her demeanor well. She looks like she'd be cold if you touched her. Her lips are full and plump, painted pink with a scented lip gloss and her eyes are lined perfectly with the dark tint of an ice colored eye liner. She is like frost and I already consider her as someone that I'd have to knock down a few paces. Everything is so precise on her that it makes me wonder what she is trying to hide underneath that perfection. She is polite when she greets me. She alludes massive amounts of pseudo self confidence. I can tell that she is somehow higher in social status than Jessica and my sister. I like her for now.

After being seated, greeted, and asked the standard questions by Carmen's friends; I unpack my bag to get ready for this class. I see that there is nothing special or even remotely note-worthy inside of this class.

However, minutes after the late bell has rang...I am surprisingly proven wrong.

In walks a boy with the craziest rusty colored hair that I have ever seen. There is a look of disinterest on his face when he enters the class room. He is late but he does not seem to care about the chiding the teacher is throwing at him. He lays his tardy pass inside of the tray on Mr. Pattinson's desk and proceeds to the back of the classroom. As he passes me on the way, his eyes meet mine and I see that they are the most startling shade of emerald green that I have ever witnessed as an eye color. His face brightens with only a minute amount of interest before his gaze has flitted away from mine and focused back onto his destination in the back of the room.

"Carmen." I get my sister's attention, interrupting the conversation between the three girls that I have not been paying much attention to. "Who is that boy?"

She doesn't even seem to have to turn around and look to figure out who I am talking about. I watch a small smile pulling up on the corner of her lips and she opens her mouth to speak but she is rudely interrupted.

"That is Edward Cullen." Jessica Stanley says for her, I almost want to make that bitch apologize for cutting my sister off so abruptly. I see that she is not done speaking yet and I want to hear what she has to say. There is almost a bit of contempt evident in her voice and the scowling of her facial expression certainly isn't indicating that she has any favorable feelings for the boy. "I see that he's caught your eyes huh?"

"Amusing isn't it?" Tanya chides in, there is a smile on her face but that smile is loaded with so many different things. Something mean is lurking under the surface of that smile. "All the new girls always try to chase after Edward."

"To no avail." Carmen agrees with a head shake.

"They never succeed?" I ask, turning briefly to take another look at him. He sits near the back left corner and he is all by himself. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the thought of solitude. In fact, he appears to be comfortable and content. His aura is aloof and laid-back. I can see a sort of smugness in the way that his lips lift in a smirk. He looks like he's recalling something that he found funny, and he doesn't even notice that I have made my first perception of him in the three seconds that I take to observe him. "What a pity."

"Such a pity." Jessica nods her head, then she tilts her head in mock contemplation. "In all actuality, I think that Edward is a closet gay. He is almost too sexy. Not to mention the fact that he turns down every girl that has ever taken an interest in him."

Carmen and Tanya both chuckle at her snide joke on cue, as if they can come up with no other reason as to why Edward Cullen might have rejected them. I can come up with a few.

"He turned all three of you down?" I inquire, and there is a little bit a humor evident in the way that I say this. I almost want them to know that I am making fun of them by asking this question.

"He didn't turn me down." Jessica says, I can see her arrogance and challenge.

"Like giving him one blow job in the boy's locker room actually counts." Tanya rolls her eyes at her friend, basking in the ambiance of the embarrassment that she can cause and get away with. "You fall under the category of every other girl that he's rejected."

Jessica sits back with a wounded ego for a few short seconds, before she gathers up the spite to throw an insult back at Tanya in retaliation. My sister remains quiet and in the back ground like usual. That is what she was trained to do. I feel a little irritation inside of me from thinking about how timid and fragile she is. "You're just mad because you chased him for a whole year and he never even gave you an ounce of acknowledgement, at least he showed me some type of interest."

"I bet you're going to be mad when I move you down to the bottom of the pyramid at practice today." Tanya has stiffened with anger and she has just given me an insight on how easy it actually is to control her. Edward Cullen's rejection towards her is obviously a sore topic. "And what are you so proud about? Everybody thinks you're a fucking slut Jessica. I don't even know why I hang out with you."

Jessica is added to the silent side of the table. She has been put in her place. I wish somebody did have enough nerve to try and do that to me. They would get their pretty little feelings hurt in a half of a heartbeat.

"I think he's the cutest boy I've seen so far." I say, just to see what these two jealous girls have to say about it. "Everything about him screams sex appeal."

"Are you going to try to go after him?" Jessica asks curiously, I can see a bit of doubt inside of her face. She doesn't know who I am or what I am capable of.

"Don't even waste your time Rosalie. I'm telling you this as a friend." Tanya, Jessica, Carmen, and I all know that she is not my friend. I can see that she already thinks that I am competition. If she didn't feel threatened by me, she would have set me up to go talk to Edward and laughed about it behind my back when I failed. Tanya knows that there is something different about me. She sees the way I walk, the way I dress, and she sees that I have something that even she does not possess. That is how she knows that if anyone could be the girl that actually strikes an interest in Edward Cullen that the girl would be.

"Do you still like him or something? I totally won't go after him if it would make you feel weird." I only say this because I want her to lie to my face. I want her to tell me that she does not still wish that Edward would open those piercing green eyes of his and see her as some kind of sex goddess. I think she knows that I would still try to pursue him even if she'd told me that she didn't want me to.

"Absolutely not." She hitches her shoulder in a casual shrug, her buoyant curls bounce on her shoulders in deceit. I smile at the smell of her fraudulence. "Edward is a has been Rosalie. I've moved onto bigger and better things now. Jasper Whitlock is my new target of interest."

"It's not like Tanya's permission will matter anyway." Jessica dismisses the thought that I can succeed in what she failed at. "Edward is a standoffish, rich boy brat. The trouble of going after him just won't be worth the result that you're going to get in the end."

"Leave it alone Jess." Tanya turns her gaze on me, her blue eyes narrow on my own. But I do not feel anything close to intimidation. I feel the excitement of a challenge coursing throughout me. It makes my blood rush like adrenaline. "Let the new girl do what she wants. She'll learn eventually."

"I think that the three of you girls are mistaken. You don't know me very well." I allow myself a small chuckle at her, and this moment I have decided to fuck with their minds a little. "When I want something I go after it and I get it at all costs. I'm not a clone. I'm sexy and fresh. I am something to look at and if Edward does not see that right off the back, then I'm going to make him see it. Maybe you can take some lessons from my expertise."

"Wow Rosalie." Tanya flashes me a sarcastic smile, and I can see that I have ruined any chances of her ever liking me. I am fine with that. I don't like bitches that think that they're are superior. The only person that can ever be in control is me and everyone who tries to tell me otherwise will be in for a very rude awakening. "I didn't realize that you were that much of a self-absorbed bitch."

"Well, now you do." I reply, not the least bit insulted. She's just a pawn in this game that I am beginning to play. "And I'll show you just how much of a bitch I can actually be."

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