A/N: I wrote this for a friend.. who is no longer.. well, you get the picture. I changed the name, but not the personality.

Emmett check his appearance in the mirror.

He had shaved, put on clean underwear, and even dabbled a bit of cologne on his collar.

He couldn't understand why he was so giddy to start the first day of the second semester of his senior year of high school.

He tried to shrug off the feeling it wasn't because of her, but his sub-conscience knew it was.

She had been the living nightmare of his fist semester. She invaded every thought he had, provoking every action, and made him go crazy by just ignoring him.

She was a devil, a beautiful, intelligent, devil he wanted to worship and love.

He admitted to himself that he loved her just before the break.

That was a bad thing to do on his part. His thought process began to run even more awry, and he decided to drop out of football.

He thought she wanted an over-achiever, but he was seriously mistaken. He didn't know what she wanted; he just wanted to be the perfect guy for her.

His brother barged through the door, and ruffled his short curly brown hair.

"Someone's going to get laid," his older brother, Jasper, laughed.

Emmett shoved his toothbrush in mouth in order to avoid a fight. He began to scrub away the plaque, but his younger brother, Edward, came up behind him and smacked him or on the head.

The toothpaste came out of Emmett's mouth in a glob, and landed on jasper. "Dude! Gross!" He yelled, and tackled Emmett. Emmett grabbed Edward's arm, and brought him down with him.

The grabbing turned to wrestling, and then the wrestling turned into punching. Without knowing, Edward's fist came in contact with Emmett's eye. Emmett pushed Edward and Jasper off of him, and stood up.

His eye hurt like a bitch. His hand reached up and covered his eye.

Jasper and Edward had stood up. Emmett pushed past them, and walked aggressively back to his room. He had enough of their antics, even though he was the most immature one. He hoped someone could change Edward, and Jasper.

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He drove to school the same way he always did before; His red jeep blasting with music, and girls hollering at him. The one girl he wanted to notice him was still just laughing and talking with her friends, quite oblivious to his presence.

The bell rang just as he got out of his car, and Rosalie's eyes snapped up to meet his. She seemed to have no problem with him, until her friend called her name. Her face hardened into a mask void of emotion as she turned away. Her fist flew up in the air in his direction, and her middle finger pointed at him.

He was aroused and hurt by the sight. He wanted to know what that finger could- he had to stop. He needed his control.

Fuck control, he thought and ran after her.