A Bad Deal
Detention with the Devil
"You look like you'd like to kiss me." The mouth in front of Bella moved, it's sultry voice escaping it's lips and sending a bolt of excitement and fear down Bella's spine. Excitement, because the mouth was right; Bella did so badly want to kiss it. But fear because she had been caught staring by the owner of the mouth, one Rosalie Lillian Hale.
Bella jerked up in her seat, blushing hard only to have the mouth chuckle at her. She had been staring unabashedly at Rosalie, the prettiest girl in all of Washington state, from across the detention room. That was like asking for a death sentence. But she had been incredibly lost in her thoughts, her mind drifting to ideas of being able to somehow talk to Rosalie, and her eyes unconsciously hovering over the others full lips. Despite how much the other intimidated Bella, she couldn't help but want to know her.
"Er-what?" Bella asked, turning her head down so that she wouldn't have to stare at those beautiful brown eyes as Rosalie dissected her apart with witty barbs and spot on insults. Rosalie was not only indisputably the prettiest girl, but also the bitchiest. She was known for hanging out only with the Cullen's, an exclusive group of rich and pretty popular kids who also happened to all live in the same household, and being a total bitch to everyone and anyone else, teachers included. She got into a lot of fights physically and verbally in school, and thus ended up in detention a lot of the time. That was why she was in the detention room on a Friday afternoon when everyone else had already left home.
And Bella was the only other person in there besides the now asleep teacher who was supposed to be watching them. How Bella had gotten here was pretty pathetic. She had been caught texting her friend Angela in class and the teacher, riled up from dealing with obnoxious kids all day, took her phone and gave her detention when she should have only gotten a warning for it. So now instead of being on her way home she was stuck in detention right across from Rosalie.
"You were staring for a long time," Rosalie clarified and Bella blushed some more. She had been staring that much was true, but it wasn't her fault. She was so fascinated by the blonde since she'd never been this close to her before. Her hair, her face, her body, and especially her lips, were all so perfect. She could see why the blonde was always the talk of town, even without having to start a fight. Bella had come into the detention room, thinking she was the only one there, when Rosalie came in like she owned the place five minutes later and sat right in front of Bella, setting to work on filing her nails. Bella hadn't been able to stop herself from gawking. Right in front of her was the living goddess. The girl who modeled for national television and companies such as Gucci.
True, Bella had seen her around in the hallways before and during lunch, but they had never been in the same room before. (Not even the cafeteria. The Cullen kids were too cool to eat the school lunches there) And to say in the least that Bella did not have a small obsession on Rosalie was to lie. She knew Rosalie probably didn't know her, even though Bella and her had gone to the same school together and Bella's father had been the one to handle most of Rosalie's transgressions against the law. And Bella knew that she herself seemed like a terribly shallow person only liking the blonde for her looks, but teenage hormones were still hormones and Bella would long wistfully for a chance to talk to the blonde, as probably did so much of the male population. Except they could be more open about it. Forks high school was not as kind to gay girls.
"I'm sorry," Bella squeaked out, burying her head in her arms as she put her head on her desk. Rosalie laughed and Bella flinched, waiting for the inevitable barrage of insults that would come her way.
But it didn't come. "No need to be so embarrassed Bella. A lot of people would like to kiss me." At this Bella peeked out from under her arms. The blonde knew her name? The blonde noted her incredulous look and smirked, her ruby red lips curving up deliciously.
"I know who you are Bella. Your father and I have had a lot of time to get acquainted. It must be a cold day in hell when the chief of police's daughter is in detention." Bella felt her cheeks warm up at this. "What are you in here for?"
"Something stupid," Bella responded, not willing to divulge the truth of the situation. Rosalie would think her pathetic for being in detention for texting in class.
"Really?" the blonde arched a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. "What exactly?"
Bella swallowed deeply. Why wouldn't the blonde just drop this? "It's not important now," she insisted, trying to change the topic. "What about you?"
Rosalie tilted her head in a really-your-going-to-do-this motion but didn't comment on this. "I beat up this bitch who decided she wanted to talk shit about me. We'll see how well she talks shit now with her teeth missing."
Bella shivered at this despite herself, imagining Rosalie pummeling a poor girl senseless on a bathroom floor, her teeth shooting out of her mouth like rain from the sky.
"I've told you what I'm in here for but you still haven't told me." Rosalie leaned forward at this, elbows placed on her desk, gaze intent on Bella causing the younger girl to squirm in her seat. "Well?" So Rosalie wasn't going to drop the topic. Great, just great.
"It's silly really, it's-I got caught for texting. In class." Bella's voice got quieter at the end of the sentence and Rosalie chuckled, making Bella cringe.
"Aw, sweet innocent Bella." Her laugh was deep and melodious, not loud enough to wake the asleep detention teacher. And the way she pronounced Bella's name in this sentence made her name seem beautiful. She kind of wanted Rosalie to say it again. "Stuck in detention for something simple like this. How will daddy feel about this?"
"He doesn't know," she mumbled out.
"Is this your first time in detention? Of course it is," Rosalie answered her own question a second later. "It's incredibly boring isn't it?" Rosalie leaned back in her seat, tracing her finger in circles on her desk. Bella followed the motion with her eyes, unable to look away for some strange hypnotic reason. Rosalie's fingers were so slim and that red nail polish matched her perfectly.
"Tell me about yourself Bella." The request caught the brunette off guard and she reverted her eyes from Rosalie's trailing finger to her face. It took a lot for her not to look away, as Bella was still worried the girl would get pissed off at her for looking too long Bella always felt like she was staring for too long at the blonde. "There's nothing else to do, might as well get to know ourselves better."
Rosalie wanted to know about her? What was going on? Was it just simply because of the boredom? What could she even say about herself? A thousand questions erupted in Bella's mind. Bella felt her chest soar with joy at her obsessions interest in her. She was actually having a conversation with the blonde which was more than most could say they had done. Rosalie wasn't a talkative person; she only opened her mouth to disparage others. She was more comfortable with communicating with her fists. Even the Cullen's had a hard time talking to her. Bella was determined to make it a good conversation, make the blonde laugh, realize how cool of a person she was and maybe, maybe they could even become friends? Bella wasn't even going to think about being able to date the blonde because there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
Full of hope she opened her mouth only to mumble out,"Um, well, um..." Bella played with her hands, looking down at her nails. Wow, way to go, how great. Best conversation ever, she thought sarcastically as she beat herself up mentally. What could she say? Could she still recover the conversation? Shit, was she taking too long to respond? Would Rosalie think she was being rude? She couldn't let down the blonde, she had to say something now, but what, what was interesting enough to say? Her mind was in full panic mode and she said the first thing that seemed remotely unique to say.
"I'm gay!" she yelled out, instantly freezing as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
Fuck, did she just really say that?
Her blood coursed cold in her veins and her head grew fuzzy, black edging into her vision. She tried to control her breathing as she felt panic overwhelm her. She was so shocked by her own stupidity that she couldn't even think of a way to fix this situation, to pass if off as a joke. She was still frozen in place when Rosalie's deep laugh brought her out of her panicked state.
"You get right to the point, don't you? I was thinking talking more about favorite hobbies or likes and dislikes, but if you wanna talk about sexual preferences then," at this Rosalie spread out her hands. "Be my guest," she finished.
Bella let out a deep breath, grateful for the blonde's neutral reaction. She would have thought that Rosalie of all people would make fun of Bella for this. She unclasped the vice like grip she had on her legs and tried to calm down enough to continue. "No, it's fine, I um I don't wanna talk about it," she said quietly, forcing the words through her throat, feeling as if she was going to be sick.
"Why not, little Bella?" Rosalie bat her eyelashes at the brunette, taking on the voice one might use to a child. "I'm not going to bite I promise."
An image of Rosalie biting down on Bella's neck filled the brunette's head and she flushed another shade of red. Rosalie noticed this and the uncomfortable way Bella was squirming in her seat and her lips twitched up in smile. "Or maybe you'd like me to bite your neck?"
"No!" Bella cried out in panic, (even thought for her body the idea was a very resolute yes) and looked over at the teacher who let out a huge snore. He didn't stir at her loud tone and she let out a relieved sigh. Last thing she needed was for a teacher to know about her sexual preferences. But speaking of them...shit. Rosalie knew about it! She could literally ruin Bella in a day if she wanted to by spreading that information around! And then it would be Phoenix all over again! Bella would lose all her friends and then be bullied by the whole school.
She turned panicked eyes over to the blonde who was chuckling softly at Bella's outburst. Bella needed to plead with her to not say anything. But would the blonde listen to her pleas? "Uh, Rosalie." That came out as a croak so Bella cleared her throat and tried again. "Can you...not tell anyone?"
"Tell anyone about what?" The blonde knew full well what it was Bella was asking but was going to make the girl say it out loud.
"Can you not tell anyone I'm...gay?"
"Oh? You didn't come out yet?" she asked coyly. She put a finger to her chin in a contemplative look as Bella shook her head yes to this. The brunette was unable to look at the blonde. "No one knows. Not even your friends. And you don't want anyone to know, do you?" Bella nodded in the affirmative for each of these.
"And why should I keep this a secret for you?"
"Because I don't want anyone to know...I'm not ready," Bella mumbled out that weak excuse.
"Oh?" Rosalie arched a brow, taking way too much delight from harassing the poor girl. "But I hear sometimes those who are in the closet just need a little push to exit it. Would you like that? I could help you with it."
Bella shook her head, her hands clamping her knees tightly. She could feel beads of sweat roll down her back. This wasn't what she wanted the blonde to do! But she should have know that Rosalie would take this route. In fact, maybe if Bella hadn't said anything at all, the blonde would have never taken to knowing how much this bothered Bella and thus Bella wouldn't have to worry about her secret being spilled. But no. Bella just had to panic and over think things.
"No."
"What?" Rosalie put a hand up to her ear. "I can't hear you. What was it you said?" She had heard plenty well.
"I said no. Don't do that." Bella hated how pitiful she sounded as she said this. But then again she hated a lot of things about herself.
"Then I guess I could not tell anyone. But," at this a thoughtful pause, "that would cost you."
Bella cringed at this. Of course. What did Rosalie want now. Bella's joy at having Rosalie first talk to her was slowly turning into regret.
"And what would the price be?" She dreaded to ask this. Would Rosalie beat her up?
"Look up."
"Huh?" Bella was confused by that demand, but she complied.
"I hate it when people don't look at me when I'm talking to them. So keep your eyes here," Rosalie indicated with one finger to her haughty face. "Unless I tell you to stop looking, you don't. Go it?"
Bella nodded her head yes and then Rosalie went on. She leaned forwards on the desk, eyes bright. "I'll keep your secret but in exchange you've got to help me out."
"Help out? With what?" Bella hoped it wouldn't be something illegal.
Rosalie shrugged, leaning back into her chair. "I haven't thought of what exactly yet. But just know that if I say so, I want you to be there on my every beck and call."
That doesn't sound very good, Bella thought but who was she to refuse. If she did then Rosalie would ruin her faster than water to a piece of paper. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad helping Rosalie. Maybe the two could become friends in this manner.
Bella laughed at that thought. Rosalie didn't do friends. Bella should know that. The blonde only manipulated people. But Bella had wanted to foolishly believe and it was this belief that had lead her to opening her stupid mouth and blurting out her sexual preference in the first place because she had been so troubled on making decent conversation with the blonde.
"Fine...I guess," Bella mumbled out. "But if you spill, then my help to you ends."
Rosalie arched a brow at this, mild surprise on her face. Had Bella said something odd and caught her off guard? But the blonde quickly recovered. "Deal."
And then that was it. Rosalie went back to filing her nails for the rest of the detention and Bella had been able to go back to her daydreaming, looking out the window, which was ruined by the fact that she was now indebted to Rosalie and there was no telling what the girl would want her to do.
Her fingers curled over her desk top and Bella cursed herself for her stupidity. She always seemed to attract trouble to herself because of her own idiocy and now she had a feeling she had just brought enough trouble upon herself to fuck over the rest of her high school career.
A/N: So this may or may not be a one-shot. I'm still deciding on what direction I could go in with this series and I have some sort of vague ideas, but we'll see what I can come up with. Basically, one of the plot points would be Bella gradually getting more of a backbone and the pursuit of a relationship with Rosalie.