Emmett Cullen

I've never been the most popular guy in school. Ever. My best friends have always been my siblings Alice and Edward, and Edward's girlfriend Bella. Our dad is the best plastic surgeon in America and my mom is an interior decorator, so we get along well. We live in a big house that overlooks the Pacific Ocean, and my parents love to take in kids who are having issues at home or in school, etc.., but we haven't had any for a few years.

"Emmett!" my mother, Esme Cullen, called up the stairs. "Honey, it's time to go to school!"

I ground and rolled out of bed. Monday is the worst day of the week but at least I get to see her. After a quick shower, I grabbed a shirt off the floor and walked down the steps to the kitchen.

"Good morning honey. Are you hungry?" mom asked when she saw me. She was standing at the stainless steel stove making what looked like omelets.

"No thanks, mom. Gotta get to school early." I said as I grabbed my keys, gave my mother a kiss on her head, messed up Edwards hair, hugged Alice, and patted my dad's shoulder.

"Well, I'm so glad you're trying to be punctual, but you're a growing boy, sweetie." Mom said.

"Mom, if he grows anymore we'll have to grow a bean stalk." Edward said, eating some of an omelet.

Everyone laughed and mom rolled her eyes, but I was out the door. It's not like I had the guts to talk to her, but I could admire her from a far… very far.

I jumped into my jeep wrangler and drove to Forks High School. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, but I saw her red BMW in the parking lot.

There's an empty space right next to her… this could be my chance. Is that her inside? It's her car you idiot… why wouldn't she be in it? Should I? But what if I crash into her car? That would be so embarrassing! Should I take this chance?

Before I answered myself, I pulled into the spot in front of her. She was looking more beautiful than ever, her long, blonde hair lay perfectly over her shoulders. Her makeup, which I highly doubt she needed, made her look flawless. She looked up when she saw my headlights through the thick fog that clung to the air, a typical morning in Forks, Washington.

When I met her beautiful blue eyes, I gave her a nervous wave and tried not to look shocked when her perfectly glossed lips curved into a smile. Why would the most beautiful and popular girl in Washington, and probably America, be smiling at me? I saw her giggle a little and turn back to a textbook I saw resting on the steering wheel.

"Rosalie!" I heard her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Royce King call.

I looked over to see him standing on the steps of the school. I rolled my eyes and looked at Rosalie, who sighed but got out of her car anyway.

She walked to him and then followed him inside the school.

I sighed. Royce King and Rosalie Hale have been the 'it' couple since sixth grade. That really got on my nerves. Rosalie seemed so nice and Royce was such a jerk. He pushes freshman into lockers and flirts with every girl in the school. She deserves better, I know I'm better then Royce, but I don't know if I'm good enough for her.

I turned off the jeep and just sat there, staring at my dash board, completely zoned out, until there was a rapping at my passenger window. Zoned back into reality, I saw Rosalie looking frantic hair messed up. How long have I been out of it?

"Please let me in!" she said frantically, glancing over her shoulder.

Here's your chance Emmy, make it count!

I quickly unlocked the door and she threw it open, jumped in, slammed it (a little too hard) and locked it.

"Please… we have to get out of here!" she said.

"Where?" I asked her.

"I don't care… we just have to get out!"

As soon as I put the jeep in drive, a very angry-looking Royce King slammed his fists on the hood. "Send her out. Now."

I looked over at Rosalie, who had her feet up on the seat, her head on her knees, and tears in her eyes.

"Please…. I know you don't know me… but please… he'll hurt me." She sobbed.

"I won't let him hurt you." I said as I locked the rest of the car. Nice job, Em. Use the muscle if you have too.

Royce slammed his fist down again. If he left a dent…

"Royce, dude, as much I have wanted to in the past, I don't wanna run you over." I said revving the engine.

"You wouldn't." he gritted his teeth.

I pushed on the pedal ever so slightly, causing him to jump out of the way. I drove out of the parking lot and down the highway toward Seattle. "I'm, uh, Emmett. Emmett Cullen."

"Rosalie Hale. Thank you so much." She put a French manicured hand gently on my arm.

I felt a surge of electricity. "So, um, where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere…" she said. "As long as it's not school."

I shouldn't be ditching, but Rosalie Hale is in my passenger seat. "We should go to my dads office."

"Wait, is your dad Dr. Cullen?"

"Yep. That would be him."

"Oh. He does my moms Botox."

I couldn't help but smiling. This girl got attacked or something and here she is talking about Botox. She really was unbelievable.

Hours Later…

It was six o'clock when I dropped Rosalie off at her castle and went home to mine.

"Emmett, I got a call from school that said you didn't go to school today." Dad said as I sat down in the living room.

"Dad… I have a perfectly good reason." I said.

"Don't worry, son. We talked to Ms. Hale; Rosalie texted her after the whole… event." He said. "Listen, we talked to her mom, we arranged for Rosalie to stay here for a few weeks. She's having some trouble at home."

"Really?" I asked. Rosalie in my house was something I couldn't imagine.

"Her brother will also be coming." Dad finished.

"What? Jasper in my house?" Alice ran in.

"Yes, sweetheart." Mom said.

"Oh my gosh!" Alice ran out.

"I worry about that girl." I said.

Edward smirked from his piano, but kept playing. "We all do Emmett, we all do."

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