So, I'm totally new at this whole thing and I'm probably doing everything wrong so sorry about that. I'm really lame when it comes to technology. :(
But I'm glad everyone (well, maybe not everyone, but hopefully a vast majority) so far has enjoyed it. I was really, really afraid of putting anything on here for the longest time, but I am so happy I finally did. My confidence as a writer has definitely gone up and I promise I will update as fast as I possibly can.
Oh, and another thing, I'm not really sure that everything in the summary is actually going to happen. I wrote that to entice you to come and read (sorry if that was misleading!), but I will try to incorporate everything I can from the summary, but if I feel the story is going in a different direction, then...
One more thing! It's the last thing I promise. If you want to see anything happen in the story, I am totally open to suggestions. I can't promise that I will use all, or any, of them, but I will definitely take them into consideration while writing. I want to throw in a couple of surprises :) So, enjoy...
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Rosalie Point of View
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. After spending two and a half years in Europe modeling for Calvin Klein, Juicy Couture, and Burberry (just to name a few), somehow, some way, I ended up at Forks High School. FORKS HIGH SCHOOL. A teeny, tiny, good-for-nothing shack beside the highway. What a gigantic step backwards.
"Now, now, class. Settle down. The bell rang." Mrs. Rosemary, I'm assuming, a small, fragile looking woman with large glasses and shaking hands, attempted to calm down the uproariously talkative class without success. She rocked back on her heels, apprehensively, while wringing her hands and tried again, "Class, come to order!"
Her shrill voice cut through the chatter of the class and everything grew quiet. I gritted my teeth together as I imagined all of the things I could be doing in Europe. I could be strolling by the Eiffel Tower with a cup of coffee in my hand. I could be posing for Nigel Barker in stunning, expensive clothes in the Roman Coliseum. I could be…
"Hey, hey, hey. Look who's back." Oh, no. I shifted my eyes to the left to see Emmett McCarty take the empty desk next to me, a huge smile on his face. He shrugged his backpack off of his shoulder effortlessly onto the floor between our desks.
During my two and a half year absence, he hadn't changed at all, physically...or emotionally. He was still tall and muscular, so muscular that I was willing to bet he couldn't touch his own shoulders. He had dark, curly hair with matching mischievous brown eyes and dimples. He looked rather frightening and intimidating, but I knew him better than to believe he was either of those things for one moment.
"Oh God." I hung my head, hopelessly, another year with Emmett. Great. I thought I would be rid of him forever when I went to Europe. Apparently, I was wrong…very wrong. I didn't try to hide the irritation in my voice. "How did you find me here, Emmett?"
He winked at me with a large grin. "There are seventy classrooms here. I took a lucky guess." He leaned back in his chair and took a quick glance around the classroom. "You're the only pretty girl in here."
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I demanded, jabbing him in the chest with my index finger. He did have a girlfriend, actually; I knew that for a fact. I saw the two of them walking together down the hallway, hand-in-hand, a giant and a midget.
Emmett feigned pain, holding his hand to his chest dramatically, with a frown on his face. It would have fooled me if I didn't see the mischievous twinkle in his eye. After only a few moments, he dropped the act and leaned forward, closer to me, with a smile spreading across his face, "The question is: do you have a boyfriend?"
I glowered at him, thrusting my chin into my hand, without answering. "I hope these seats aren't permanent."
"Hale…Rosa?" Mrs. Rosemary stammered and peeked around the classroom as if waiting for someone to jump out and scare her.
Rosa? Rosa! Rosa?! I clenched my fist underneath my desk, trying to hide the anger that was raging inside of me. How hard was it to say: Rose-a-lee? Sound it out with me. Rose-a-lee. Honestly, it isn't that difficult. What an idiot.
I cleared my throat, arrogantly, before correcting her, "It's Rose-a-lee, actually." I thrust my hand in the air, annoyed already, after watching Mrs. Rosemary scan the classroom, unsuccessful, looking for me.
"Oh, Rose-a-lee," she repeated, nodding her head in my direction. She scribbled a note on her roll sheet with a flick of her wrist. She pulled the roll sheet closer to her face, adjusting her glasses, trying to read the next name. "Jackson…"
"So, Rose-a-lee," Emmett whispered, glancing towards Mrs. Rosemary to make sure she wasn't listening as I grimaced at his over pronunciation of my name, "this year is gonna be so much fun. I heard Mrs. R is a total pushover."
I rolled my eyes without looking away from the front of the classroom. Maybe if I ignored him, he would eventually take the hint and stop talking.
Emmett followed my stare, then returned his attention to me. "Tonight my girlfriend is having a party…"
I had forgotten that Emmett was all brawn and no brain. He could never take a hint. Even if I ignored him every day for the rest of the year, he would still continue to talk to me. It wouldn't hurt me to try. "So you do have a girlfriend."
"I never said I didn't." Emmett grinned as he leaned back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head. It was a surprise to me, and everyone in the class, that he didn't break the chair into a billion pieces.
"McCarty, Emmett?" Mrs. Rosemary called out, pushing her glasses higher onto her pointy nose.
Emmett rotated his body to face the front of the classroom and raised his hand high. "I'm right here, Mrs. R. You can call me Em."
Mrs. Rosemary acknowledged his hand with a quick nod of her head and went onto the next name.
"So, where was I, Rose-a-lee?" Emmett asked as he turned to face me, a smile spreading across his face at the anger that was spreading across mine.
"Your girlfriend's party, Em-a-lee," I spat, my eyes flickering to the doorway where a tall, lean figure was entering the room. My eyes widened as the sunlight hit his face. He looked like a glamorous movie star from the 1940s and 50s with a strong chin and a perfect jaw line. His nose was perfectly proportioned to his face although pointy and a little crooked. His lips were soft and luscious, from what I could tell, taunting every girl within a fifty foot radius. His golden blonde locks shimmered in the artificial lighting falling perfectly on his face, almost covering his stunning eyes, which were a brilliant shade of blue, deep and bottomless like the ocean. He was tall, around 6'3, and lean with hints of muscle in all of the right places. He was beautiful, well, not as beautiful as me, of course, but pretty damn close.
"Whitlock, Jasper?" Mrs. Rosemary squeaked, catching sight of the man strolling towards her.
"That's me," he replied with a lazy smile and sat down in the desk two rows in front of mine, gently placing his messenger bag on the floor.
I sighed, happily. Maybe Forks High School wasn't so bad after all.
"I hate that kid," Emmett scoffed, glaring at Jasper, who was taking one of the syllabi and passing the others behind him.
"I hate you," I hissed, planting a charming smile on my face. I grabbed the stack of syllabi from the girl in front of me and passed it back. I didn't care to take one; I never followed the rules anyway.
"So, about my girlfriend's party tonight…" Emmett's attention was as easily diverted as a puppy's, not to mention he was as dumb as a pole. "You should come. It's at eight."
When I didn't respond, Emmett went on with a mock condescending tone in is voice, "I know you will have a pretty difficult time finding a date to the party, Rose-a-lee, so feel free to invite anyone you can find."
My eyes narrowed as I snapped, "Okay, Em-a-lee. I will."
As I spoke those words, I had a revelation, an epiphany, if you will. I would go to Emmett's little party tonight, just to piss him off, and I knew the perfect person who would serve well as my date and help along the goal of pissing Emmett off. I smiled wickedly; I was good, too good.
"Hey, Whitlock," I whispered, using the most seductive voice I could. All heads in the classroom turned in my direction, including his, and I smiled, deviously. I've still got it. "Be my date to Emmett's little party tonight."
I could hear Emmett smacking his hand to his forehead, muttering to himself a slew of curse words. I allowed my eyes to flash quickly to his face, which was turning bright red. I couldn't help but chuckle at the image; he had done this to himself the instant he had called me Rose-a-lee.
Confusion crossed Jasper's pretty face and before he had the chance to answer, the bell rang. As I walked up the aisle, passing his desk, I leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Pick you up at eight."
I didn't look back to watch the expression on his face or the others around him. I never do.