Disclaimed!!

AN- I got a small number of reviews requesting that I go on, so, I will.

Writing Rosalie is actually pretty fun. : )

We entered the administration building. The woman behind the desk was short, and red haired.

"Excuse me?" I asked, coming up to the desk.

"Yes?" She looked up at us, her eyes widened quite a bit. Typical.

"We're the Cullens and the Hales." I said politely.

She said nothing, looking over my shoulder to stare at the boys.

Old perv, I thought. Rolling my eyes.

I heard Edward stiffle a laugh.

"The new students?" I continued, "From Alaska?"

"Oh. Yes. Of course. I'm Ms. Cope." She stuttered, "Your the siblings?"

"Yes."

"All of you?"

"Well, we're adopted." I smiled sadly, "Only Jasper and myself are truly related. Feternal twins actually."

"Yes, of course." She repeated."I uh, have your schedules, of course." She pulled out a small stack of paper. "Rosalie?"

"Thats me." I continued my sweet smile and took it.

"Jasper?"

Jasper raised his hand a bit and grabbed it.

"Emmett?"

Emmett grabbed his.

"Edward." Edward grinned and tookn his.

"And Alice?" Alice danced forward and took her schedule.

"Well," Ms. Cope said, "You best be off to class."

I smiled again, "Thank you."

We left and stopped just outside of the building.

"Here we go again." I sighed.

"Come on, Rose." Emmett grinned."Surely your used to it by now."

"I know I'm not." Edward muttered.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Firstly, I'm the only single one. So the girls trample me. Secondly, you all don't have to listen to the more... explicit thoughts about your sisters."

I visibly shuddered, "Sorry about that Edward." Alice said.

"It wears off eventually." He sighed, "When they all pass us off as anti-social, insestual freaks, that is."

Jasper laughed lowly, "Like the truth is so much bettter."

We laughed.

"Well, we better get to class." Edward said unhappily.

"Joy." I said in falase enthusiasm, "Anthor chance to be passed off as a dumb blonde."

"And a brawny, brainless jock." Emmett added.

"He acts like its not true," Alice stage whispered to me.

Emmett nudged her with his elbow, and chuckled. "Whatever you say shortie."

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I left Trig and headed for lunch.

That teacher had been a real ass.

The moment I'd entered the class room, and introduced myself he had sat me in the front, and plague me with questions that would make Harvard students cringe. Probably to make some point about how looks aren't everything or something. Luckily, I had been a Harvard student, multiple times, actually, and answered his questions flawlessly and without hesitation.

I shocked the sucker.

I was about 10 steps from the lunchroom when a tall boy stepped in front of me. He was buffish (though nothing compared to Emmett), he had carefully gelled dirty blond hair, and wore a letter jacket. Obviously the kind of guy that was used to getting any girl he wanted.

He was in for a surprise.

"Hey," He said in a low voice, grinning slowly, probably assuming that it was sexy. "Your one of the new kids, right?"

"Yes." I said, smirking.

"Awesome, there are like, a ton of you. Your parents must be like, super reproducers. I'm Bret, by the way... but, you probably already knew that."

"Well, we're all-"

"So, listen," He cut me off, not good. "Theres, like, this party tonight, you wanna come with.?"

"I have a boyfriend, actually," I had said it automatically, forgetting what Carlisle said.

"Already?" He asked, confused.

"Uh, no actually, he's-"

"Hey Rosie," I heard Emmett come up behind me, he wound his arms around my waist. I looked up to see him smirking at the Bret. I stifled a giggle. Bret looked a little nervous.

"This is him." I smiled.

"Your brother?" He asked, stunned.

"We're adopted. We don't even have the same last names. Jasper and I just moved in with the Cullens two months ago." Lies, lies, lies.

"Oh, whatever." He said, ruffled.

I began to walk away, holding Emmett's hand, but he stopped, I heard Bret whisper, probably assuming that I couldnt hear, "Dude, you get with that, like, every night?"

I hissed quietly.

Emmett kept calm though, "No, actually." I almost laughed, that was basically a lie. But, why make ourselves look like whores?

"Why, dude?"

"Because I have a respect for woman." Emmett said matter-of-factly. "I suggest you get some too." He turned away and pulled on my hand to get me walking.

"Oh," He said turning around, "Never call my Rosalie 'that' and, uh, stay away from Alice. Jasper's temper isn't nearly as fine tuned as mine, he might just ripped your arm off." He smiled and we walked away, leaving Bret with a look of shock on his face.

"Very nice." I muttered, with a grin.

"What are the odds he goes after Alice?"

"Pretty good. He doesn't know that Jasper really could rip his arm off."

He chuckled. "We should warn her, then. So she can keep big bad Jasper calm."

AN- Yes, the whole 'violent Jasper' thing is a joke, I'm not writing an 'Evil Jasper'. if you didn't get it... and believe me, some didn't.

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