Disclaimer:

I do not own twilight or anything related to it. It is all Stephenie Meyer's. *Sigh* I wish it was mine, but, if it was, twilight will be on a whole new level!

Note: This is a human story of them. They're not vampires here!

Chapter 1 : Nice to…um…meet…you…

Rosalie's POV

I am Rosalie Lillian Hale. A kindergarten teacher. I love and simply adore little kids. I wish I had one to have fun all day.

"Hey, Rose, snap out of it." Zafrina, my officemate, waved her hand in front of my face, breaking my reverie.

"Ooops. Eh, sorry." I sighed.

"What's the deep thought this time?" she asked as she typed away in her computer.

"Just… ya know…kids…" I blew a raspberry.

Zafrina and I had been inside the office for almost two hours now. And hopefully we'll be finishing up soon.

"Great! I'm finished! So, uh, let's go!" Zafrina said while she packed her stuff.

We went out of school and out to the streets. We talked about today's what-happened stuff. And there, after some goodbyes, she left me in a waiting shed. Suddenly, rain started to pour. It was like a storm.

I pulled my jacket closer to me. Just then, a muscular man with an umbrella came inside the shed, too. It was pretty silent.

"Uh, bad weather today." The man began.

I looked at him questioningly, but I assumed he wouldn't see my face because it was so dark in the night.

"So it seems." I nodded in agreement.

"I'm Emmett Cullen by the way." He offered his hand.

"Rosalie Hale. Nice to…um…meet…you…" I shook his hand.

"Teacher Rose!" a familiar voice called.

I looked around and saw one of my students, Madison. We chatted for a while and after some time; she and her mom went off to the grocery store.

"So, you're a teacher?" Emmett asked.

"Yes. I work at Twinkle Stars Academy." I smiled.

Emmett's POV

Rosalie, an angel. She was wearing a jacket and underneath it was a baby blue shirt with denim jeans. Her wavy blond hair was tied up in a ponytail. Perfectly gorgeous.

"So, do you have a ride?" I asked, hoping she'll say no.

"Actually, no. I'm waiting for a cab to stop by but it seems all the cabs that pass by are full. I forgot my phone at my house, and now I can't call someone to pick me up." She frowned.

"I could offer you one. I told my driver to pick me up here." I genuinely smiled at her.

Rosalie's POV

I blushed at his angelic smile.

"No, it's alright. I'm sure a taxi will come any minute." I refused.

"It's a Friday; most people will be busy going home." Emmett somehow pleaded.

A black Lamborghini Gallardo stopped right in front of us. I wasn't really a fan of cars, but I definitely knew this one. This was one of the many cars I'd always dreamed of having. But instead, Dad insisted on getting me a red Lamborghini Murcielago.

"This yours?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. C'mon." He opened his umbrella, hugged my shoulders closely (Oh my gosh he is so freaking hot!), and we went inside the car.

"Sorry, Sir. There was heavy traffic along the way." The driver apologized.

The drive was really silent, it would burn my ears. Emmett either felt the same way or he noticed my expression. He turned the radio on for some music. It was 'War' by Jay Sean; my favorite song. And that eased me up a bit. I laid my back on the leather seat and relaxed. Soon enough I started humming the song. By the time the song ended, Emmett asked me'

"Where do you live?"

"#4 Marigold St." I smiled upon the beautiful angel.

After some moments, the car slowed to a stop.

"Thanks for the ride." I grinned at him and opened the door. Good thing it wasn't raining anymore. But then, a firm hand grabbed my arm.

"Wait." Emmett stopped me. He rummaged through his bag and gave me a paper. I didn't bother to look at it at first but I took it anyway.

"Thanks again." I smiled at him and shut the door. I went inside the house with a huge smile across my face.