Hi, I decided to put three chapters into one. That way it seems like I'm working on the story when I really am not. Oh, and the swearing is going down quite a bit. Though once again I'm saying: if you are uncomfortable with mature themes, including swearing, drugs, and other possibilities, do not read this story. I'm not going to say this again, and I will ignore anyone who says that the story contains too many controversial topics. I'll accept flames, but it is rated MATURE!!!

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RPOV

My day started as it usually did; with Alice calling me about some fashion crisis and Bella calling me to ask Alice to stop talking. I rolled out of bed, and rolled my eyes at my friends. They were complete pains.

Actually, Alice and Bella were the two most important people in my life. They were more then just best friends; they were sisters and the only people I got along with. We had met up on the first day of kindergarten. Bella had been playing with the lego, and I wandered over to knock it over and introduce myself. When Bella started crying, Alice came over, even then she was smaller then the rest of us, and she knocked me down. That started a screaming fight between the three of us. The teacher put us in the corner to talk about our differences, but for some reason we banded against her and plotted her destruction for forcing us into the corner. Even then we had been brighter then all the other children, and from then on in we were best friends. We couldn't be separated for very long until it became impossible for us to handle. My girls were the only thing that kept me sane and it was the same for them.

Mary Alice Brandon, who refused to be called anything other then Alice, was one of my girls. Alice was my sassy and brave best friend with more fashion sense then anybody I knew. Physically, she wasn't that intimidating. Alice was about five feet in shoes, and all her proportions were just as tiny. That didn't stop her, though. Alice wore only the highest heels she could find, died her blond hair black and got a pixy cut, and had static blue eyes that reflected her crazy personality. She was a little fashionable bundle of fun. As well, she was a fashion designer that made clothes for celebrities and, of course, Bella and I. All her clothes had only three sizes; A, B, and R. Bella and I had found that hilarious when she told us.

Isabella Marie Swan was my other girl. Like Alice, she didn't like her given name so she had shortened it. Bella was sweet, compassionate, shy, and extremely modest. Every time someone complimented her on her New York Time Bestselling books, she blushed the color of a fire engine. Bella the blush-able, Alice and I loved to call her. The other thing she was modest about were her looks. Bella had beautiful brown hair and the deepest, most emotional brown eyes I had ever seen. Alice and I were jealous of her eyes, and we had once looked for contacts like them. However, the real thing could not be duplicated. I guess her eyes also reflected her personality; Bella was very imaginative. Although she didn't believe in love, she was forever longing for it.

Actually, that was the one similarity that Alice, Bella, and I shared. None of us ever expected to fall in love. We just doubted that there was really one special guy out there for all of us. Sure, we dated more then any player, but it was mostly because of our bets and occasional boredom. No guy was good enough for us. Lots of people that meant we were 'together' when we told them our philosophy about guys, but that wasn't true. We all wanted to find our perfect guy, it was just that the guys didn't exist and none of us wanted to have our heart broken.

Our history with love was also a turn-off. When Bella was little, she had seen her parents in fights all the time, only to have her mother walk out on her and her father in the first grade. She swore that she would never do that to a child, so Bella not only didn't believe in falling in love, she also didn't want children. Alice had the experience of being dumped by the guy she thought she was in love with a while ago. His name was James, and he moved away the second Bella and I had gotten our revenge on him.

My own history in love was just as awful. I was born to two people who didn't really like each other, but cared about imagine too much to divorce. The maid swore that the only time she had seen them get along was when I turned out to be beautiful. You see, the second I started to develop my looks, my parents started to plot. They were apart of an old and prestigious family whose fortune was slowly diminishing. My parents hoped for me to marry a very rich man without the history we had. They expected that he would want my family's respectability and contacts, and add to the family fortune. With my looks, it was a great possibility. So my evil, scheming, loveless parents, were always setting me up with nouveau rich and pompous idiots that I couldn't stand. The modeling thing only excelled the number of suitors, so my parents were thrilled.

Currently, Bella, Alice, and I were all dating only one guy each. Bella was with some moron who I could swear looked at guys more then he did Bella. Alice was with this idiot taking Finance at the nearest University, and I was with the latest imbecile my parents dreamed up. Actually, I might have been slightly harsh on the guys, but anyone dating my friends was an idiot compared to them. I was very protective of my friends.

Still, the two needed to find someone to protect them from me when they ran into my bedroom and attacked me when I was trying to sleep. An early morning Rose is a very grumpy Rose.

"Rosie! Rosie! Morning, sunshine! Time to wakey, wakey!" Alice called out in a sing-song voice, pulling off my covers and throwing a pencil skirt and a blouse at me.

Bella grinned at my, apologizing for letting Alice attack me. To be fair, I suppose I had let Alice attack her a couple of times, too. It could be so hard to keep our little friends under control. Especially when she had drank coffee, as it seemed to be this morning.

"Who gave you sugar and what are they on, twerp?" I grumbled while making my way into my bathroom.

Alice giggled with her disgusting morning cheerfulness, "I'm on life, Rosie! Plus, I had to finish making all the dresses for my show tomorrow, so I've been drinking coffee all night long! Woohoo! I'm so going to pass out today!"

Bella yawned, "No idea how you do it. I was up last night reading over my editor's notes, and I'm ready to die. Not hop around like the easter bunny. Rose, my editor wants me to put in a 'steamy scene'. Can you believe it?"

I laughed; Bella might be a hopeless romantic sometimes, but she was a huge prude. The girl never went further then holding hands with her friends. Her editor was forever trying to get her to write more physical romance but Bella didn't have the slightest clue.

"I'll write it for you!" Alice offered.

Alice had 'experience' from James. When they were dating, Bella and I heard countless stories of her times with James. After he left her, she felt like going all the way didn't matter anymore, and didn't care if she did it with someone on her first date. The second Alice had told us this, I was ready to send a hit-man after James to finish off what Bella and I started.

Bella rolled her eyes, "Alice, no offense or anything, but the last time you wrote something, there were just random ideas all over the paper. The only actual sentences were in the very detailed descriptions of the character's clothing. Besides, I'm sure Rose knows as much as you do. I was going to ask her to help me." She had no idea.

"Oh," Alice said in a small voice, "I guess Rose would be better than me."

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic antics while Bella immediately apologized and appeared guilty. Alice and I both were experts in manipulating Bella. No doubt the scene would be written by Alice, handed in, and the editor would just cut it out entirely. It had happened a couple of times.

"Well, Alice," Bella said with the usual guilt in her voice, "If it means that much to you, you can write it."

Alice squealed and clapped her hands. I once again laughed at her, and stepped into the outfit Alice had given me. As always, it fit as perfectly as if it were made for me. Actually, it was made for me. The shoes were only little kitten heels in black; Alice didn't let me wear heels because I was already so much taller then her. Her own shoes were six inches this morning, and in a bright sparkling purple with little diamonds. She wasn't exactly inconspicuous.

Alice grabbed matching silver totes for all of us that she shoved with extra shoes, cell phones, lip gloss, and books. She looked around for my car keys to my convertible, but couldn't find them. I snickered to myself.

"Sorry, my baby is in pieces right now. I'm updating the engine." I told her.

Alice glared, "Geek. Well, how do we get to school now?"

"I could ask Charlie to drive us," Bella offered, until she saw my glare, "Sorry. Didn't know it would 'cramp your style', Rose,"

Alice and I burst out laughing, "Bella, you don't make a very good gangsta. But we can take it old school and call a taxi." Alice suggested.

"Old school, Alice? Old school is the school bus, not a taxi. You two need to stop trying so hard." I said.

Alice giggled, "Sure. We can take the school bus, then! I am so hip."

Bella and I ignored her as we grabbed our bags and headed to the bus stop. The only kids that took the bus were the kids too young to drive their own cars, and whose limos were being used by their parents, so we looked out of place. A teenage boy, who was going through difficult puberty and had serious acne problems, stared at us until drool dripped from his braces. Alice smiled sweetly at him, and he nearly fell over. He looked like he was going to heaven when Alice asked him to sit beside her on the bus. Poor kid, Alice only wanted someone to carry our bags into school.

We arrived at our lockers, took the bags from the kid, and headed down to the library. Alice, Bella, and I were too smart for normal school but we didn't want to go to collage yet. Our decision was to stick around the library all day and prepare for our future courses. Alice was going to take design in collage, and Bella was going into literature, so they didn't really do much. They both knew more then their future teachers, so they mostly talked and watched me work. I wanted to be a mechanic, so I spent my time studying cars. I loved cars; mine was my baby.

Alice and Bella quickly got bored of pretending to study, so Alice forced Bella to let her paint her nails. They bickered for a minute and I rolled my eyes, ignoring them and staring out at the books to show them how annoying I found their usual debate. I stopped in surprise as I heard someone come near us.

"Rose? Nice to meet you." The boy I had seen yesterday at the park was standing there with his hand out. He was more handsome then I had thought; tall, broad shoulders, messy brown hair, smiling green eyes, and a bad boy look. He wasn't as cute as some of the guys I had worked with, especially because his nose was crooked as if it had been broken too many times, but he looked older. I had expected him to be a collage boy home for a while, not a high school student. I vaguely wondered if he was nouveau rich.

As well, I wondered what he was thinking, calling me Rose. Only Bella and Alice could call me Rose. This boy was either ignorant or causing trouble. Judging from his laid back demeanor, I guess the latter.

"Actually, its Rosalie. But you can call me Ms. Hale." I said stiffly.

He winked, "Sure, Rose. Whatever you say." Definitely just cocky, "I'm Emmett McCarty."

McCarty. I had heard that name before. I had heard that Mr. McCarty came from a logging family on the other side of town. According to gossip, he had always been jealous of the rich side of Forks, so he started a business and was lucky enough to make billions. On the way, he dumped his small town sweetheart and mother of his child for the plastic socialite that all the boys in my school would eventually end up married to. Emmett McCarty was the type of boy my parents would want me to date.

"You can go away now," I told him, turning away.

Emmett was persistent, "Actually, I was wondering if you could finish my school tour. I haven't seen the broom closets yet." He winked again.

I decided to challenge him, "I'd be happy to help." I turned to the nerd behind Emmett, "Hey, its Rick, right?"

He blushed, but looked pleased I had gotten close, "Eric, actually."

"Well, Rick, Emmett here has been asking to see the broom closets on the tour you are giving him."

Rick grimaced, but his eyes flashed with the same thoughts of gossip I saw in all the girls in my school, "Sorry, don't swing that way."

Emmett glared at me, "Rosie, if you're so eager for a threesome, I could just ask your friends."

I ignored his statement, "I don't like high school boys."

"I was held back a few years."

Instead of replying, I just got up and left. The girls followed me, glowering at Emmett as they passed. They were as protective of me as I was of them.

After we escaped the library and the annoying rapper-wannabe, the girls wouldn't stop giggling and making crude jokes to me. Actually, Alice was the one making the crude jokes because Bella wouldn't know crude if it came up and bit her on the ass. Anyway, they were both persistent in being annoying, no matter who was making the jokes. Friends; sometimes you love them, but mostly you can't stand them.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, and Emmie lurvs Rosie!" Alice squealed with delight, taking a break from crude to be plain stupid.

Bella snickered, "That doesn't rhyme, Alice. You have no literary skills."

Alice bared her teeth, "You try then, o' poetic one,"

"Roses are red, violets are blue, you want Emmett to sleep with you," they both burst into laughter at my expense. Some friends.

Alice nodded appreciatively, "That was actually a good one, Bella. Didn't know you had it in you. I bet you got that from that lame boy toy of yours."

"Not a chance. Now let us get back to Rose right now. On a scale from one to ten, what is Emmett?"

I rolled my eyes but Alice beat me to answering, "He can't be more then a seven. His nose was severely crooked and the whole fake rapper thing is a major turn-off. I mean, nineties are over, pants need to cover butts these days. Not to mention that guys wearing anymore jewelry then a thin chain is more out than white after labour day. And I'm not talking off-white, I mean real white."

"Alice, we don't need a run-through of how 'out' his wardrobe is. And I'd give him an eight actually, muscles are always in. But ladies, don't forget I have a boyfriend."

Both girls sighed in despair, "Rose, that loser does not count as a boyfriend. First of all, your parents picked him out. Second of all, he plans to become a banker. Third of all, he is in love with his own ghastly image. Fourth of all, his vile Cologne du shit is not even slightly decent. And last of all, your parents picked him out. Basically, the only thing he has going for him is that his personal shopper at Barney's knows how to pick out semi-decent Armani suits. He is not a boyfriend, he is the parasite you deal with until your old enough to move out and date random cute guys until you get bored and want to have children. Honestly, I'd rather you considered the wannabe-gangster to be your boyfriend than the wannabe-banker."

Bella nodded her head in agreement with Alice and then blushed, "Um, girls. There is someone who has been listening in on our conversation..."

We turned to see the fake gangsta himself leaning against a door, half-hidden in a shadow, with a definite smirk on his lips. I noticed that he had really nice lips. They would probably be lots of fun to kiss. As if reading my mind, he winked at me and put his index finger on his bottom lip for a second. Stupid bastard.

"Rose, I know you want me, but your really not giving me any fun if you give up see easily. Try to be a little harder, baby." he said in a husky voice.

Alice giggled and whispered to us, just loud enough for Emmett to hear, "He should know. Emmett knows all about hard."

The comment of course made me look down where I could see that Alice was obviously right. I nearly swooned right there. The idiots my parents made me date never had that little problem but personally I thought it was hot. My perverted mind was going crazy, and I knew Emmett's must be as well. The only downer on the mood was the continuing giggles of my stupid best friends who obviously didn't notice the beads on sweat building up on my forehead. What can I say? I had a healthy appetite that the stuffed shirts I always dated could never fulfill.

"Having naughty thoughts, Rosie?" Alice wailed, further ruining the mood. Damn her and Bella.

Emmett grinned, "I'm alright with that, baby. Come find me when you want to have some fun." he winked one more time and strolled off.

I debated chasing after him, but luckily Bella and Alice noticed and pinned my arms back. The two little devils dragged me back to the library and forced me to sit down. However, I was more then ready to admit that Alice was right. The loser I was with couldn't ever be my boyfriend, and I needed someone cuter and more interesting. Emmett, with his hotness, and obvious bad boy attitude, would be fun. I bet he was on all types of drugs, knew the best hangouts, and would up for any party. I swallowed despair plotted distracting the girls so I could take Emmett up on his offer. I was more then ready to have fun.

The evil little devils who passed as my best friends giggled at my misfortune. I wiggled around in the chair, trying to get their arms of me and chase after Emmett. It wasn't fair that the one guy I had the slightest amount of interest in was the one guy they tried to keep from me. Flippin' best friends.

Bella sighed as I refused to give up, "Come on, Rose. We have work to do and he only looks like trouble, anyway."

I growled, "Work? When was the last time any of us had work to do? Do you idiots realize that we each take one class each? And you take creative writing, and Alice is in design? What 'work' could any of us possibly have? And I want trouble. Please, please, please? I really want trouble." I smiled wistfully.

Alice shook her head, "Not a chance, girlfriend. Besides, our one class starts in two minutes. You don't have time for trouble right now."

The girls let go of my arms to gather up their stuff, further proving their ridiculous point. I really didn't see why it mattered to even go to our one option class as we could have taught the classes ourselves. Bella was in creative writing, Alice was in clothing design, and I was in the slack shop class where our only project was to make a mini motor. I had finished by the second class and now spent my time reviewing the schedule that my agent sent me each day. As I always booked more than I could possibly do, I had free reign on deciding what runways and photo-shoots I would attend. Like I said, waste of time. The girls just liked to be early to class so that they could criticize their teachers and explain about their own expertise. And okay, on a normal day I would be doing the same thing, but it was a waste of time when I could be 'talking' to Emmett right now.

"Rosie!" Alice was singing as we walked past the library to the cafeteria for coffee before class. It took a lot more energy then one would think, to criticize teachers.

"Shut up, Alice." I mumbled.

She grinned, "I was just trying to get your attention. But there is a fashion 911 ahead of us. In my clothes."

I glanced up to where Alice was looking, and noticed the cheerleading captain and her boyfriend engage in a lip lock. However, the disgusting part was that she was wearing the beautiful long suede red jacket with brown ties that Alice had made for last season. Of course, on anyone else the outfit would be a fashion miracle to Alice; her amazing jacket, dark wash Citizen of Humanity jeans, and Steve Madden platforms with gorgeous ruffles. The only thing that didn't work was that the head cheerleader, Victoria, had bright red hair that clashed horribly with the jacket.

Victoria pulled out of the lip lock when she noticed us, "Oh, hello, girls! Alice, I've actually been meaning to talk to you. My personal shopper at Barney's picked this gorgeous piece," she ran her finger over the collar of the jacket, "out for me, but it is a bit big. I was wondering if you could possibly tailor it for me. It is your piece, after all. And its absolutely stunning!"

Of course it was stunning; Alice had created it especially for me. She normally made one style in three different colors for us, but this particular jacket had been just for me. Victoria looked like a flaming disaster in it, while I looked like a goddess. Anyone could see that.

"Actually, Victoria," Alice said, wrinkling up her nose, "I don't think that is the right color for you. It clashes with your hair. And by the way, it is meant to be loose. Otherwise it looses its feminine charm and just looks like a mesh of fabric. If you are really interested in my designs, I'd suggest wearing the teal shirt dress with your hair color."

"Really? Thanks for the advice, Alice. I'll get my personal shopper to pick it out for me." Victoria promised.

Bella and I could barely keep from laughing. The teal shirt dress was Alice's biggest disaster; she was experimenting with showing more skin. Most of her stuff was relatively respectable, so when she was advised to create less conservative clothing, she cut nearly everything off. Still, everyone had loved it and claimed it was amazing. The three of us maintained that it was nothing more then a piece of silk with huge holes in it. Victoria would love it.

"Is it even within the school dress code?" Bella wondered when we were out of earshot.

Alice snickered, "Probably not. Victoria is going to have a fit when she sees it. Even she has more class then to wear that."

"Doubtful," I replied, then reached the door of my class, "Alright, see you bitches later."

They rolled their eyes and left me to my class of boredom and dreaming of Emmett. I headed to my usual seat in the back of the room where I could play on my Iphone without interrupting anybody. As if it took concentration to build the tiny, laughable, thing that was considered a motor in this class.

I turned on my phone and searched through my e-mails until I found the one from my agent. She had sent me three different lists; one for runway, one for photo shoots, and one for commercials. I randomly checked on some jobs where the designers or shoot directors weren't assholes.

"Hey, sexy." someone said to me.

I recognized Emmett's voice and could barely contain my excitement, "Oh, its you." I said, faking misery.

He smirked, "I know, you been desperate to see me again, darling. But don't worry, I like you, too."

"I think your messed up in the head and a complete asshole."

"And I think your a neurotic bitch. Now can we make out, baby?"

I laughed, "I know you were psycho. Now can you shut it, dunce?"

"Don't worry sweetheart. I won't be heard over you screaming my name in ecstasy."

"I don't do drugs."

"Of course not. You'll do me. Girls prefer to be sober during such an experience; you don't want drugs to drown out the feeling that is me in you."

"And guys?" I questioned.

"I don't do guys." Emmett replied.

"And I don't do you."

"Alright, alright, if you want to get all sentimental and shit. You can call it making love, if you really want." Emmett smirked again.

"Call it whatever you want, I am not having intercourse with you. Ever. So give it up."

"I get it. I'm fine with just making out first, baby. We've got to get to know each other first, anyway."

I gave him the finger, and then ignored him. If only he knew that I was more than ready to skip the 'getting to know each other first' part.