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Look at the stars;
Look how they shine for you.
For you I bleed myself dry.
-Coldplay, Yellow

EMMETT.

"Well this is ridiculous," Rosalie said lightly, though I could hear the strain in her voice. "We'll just have to go get this sorted out at once…I'm not sitting through a whole semesters worth of math class without you. It's unbearable enough as is, I'm not doing it alone."

I would never tire of hearing how much Rosalie needed me, and I let her drag me back down the way we came from, in the direction of the office. So much for a little locker room fun…

Rosalie opened The Office door and breezed in, looking like the Barbie doll she was. She held my hand tightly as she approached the counter, and pretended to clear her throat. A secretary looked up from a pile of papers, and her face froze when she noticed us.

It took her a few seconds to recover, and then she smiled politely and said, "yes dear?"

Her eyes searched us over, and I could practically read the jealousy written across her face as she marvelled over my perfect girlfriend.

"Yes, I'm Rosalie Cullen," she began in a business like voice, "And this is my boyfriend Emmett." She waved her hand in front of me. "Were new to this school, but when we signed up, my father was quite clear that we were to have the same classes. We have almost identical schedules, but with different teachers and classrooms!"

The secretary, who took on a rather hypnotized look as soon as Rose began, shook her head and smiled sympathetically.

"I'm sorry dear, but we arrange schedules due to convenience, whatever works best for the school system you see. I know starting out fresh can be difficult, and so understandably you and your boyfriend would like your classes together, but we don't arrange school schedules around each individual's preference…" Her voice trailed off and she began to look unsure of herself as Rosalie eyed her down.

Rosalie took an unnecessary breathe of air and her face became a bit colder. She turned to me and gave me an annoyed look, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Time to step in.

"Look...Miss.." I looked for a name tag and caught the plate on her desk, "Miss Hunter…though we appreciate a good set of rules as much as the next student, we were told that our schedules would be arranged around each others. Surely a woman such as yourself, in such high standings with this school, could cut us a little break and fix this mistake. Because that's what this is…it's just a mistake. You and I both know it can be fixed with a few, easy little clicks on your keyboard – I nodded my head at her computer - so let's not kid ourselves. Why don't you take a seat behind that desk and do all of us a big favour, save ourselves this long, prolonged process, and take 2 minutes of your day to match my schedule with my girlfriends?" I finished off with a boyish smile that I usually saved for Esme.

Human's, I've found, generally don't appreciate when other humans talk to them in this manner, but it's never been a problem for me.

I could see that my words had melted her a bit, yet not fully thawed her though she was now gazing at me adoringly. This had not gone unnoticed by Rosalie. She caught Miss Hunter off guard with a mean glare and wrapped her hand possessively around my neck and set her jaw.

I had to laugh. Rosalie's jealousy always seemed so comical. That she would be jealous of this middle aged high school secretary for giving me a few appraising looks was just too humorous. Jealousy was not something I felt often, though I often joked that I was, because Rose liked to hear about it. It wasn't that I was so absolutely sure of myself, so positive that Rosalie would never leave me, could never find someone better. The possibilities were unlikely of course, but still a reality, however distant. It was just that if I were to let myself grow jealous over every single man - and sometimes woman - that coveted Rosalie, I would spend all of eternity in a jealous rage.

Rosalie's furious eyes seemed to make up Miss Hunter's mind, and she gave her head a nervous shake and looked away from Rosalie, though not directly at me.

"Ill see what I can do," she said. "It will be impossible today, however, to make any changes. We'll take a look at your schedules within the next week and sort things out. Today will be much too busy and hectic, and I don't have the time for it now."

Rosalie turned away without a word and I smiled at the woman. "Thanks, we appreciate it."

Once we were outside the office, Rose wrapped her arms around me and leaned into me.

"What will I do without you," she whined. "A full hour away from you, in a class filled with stupid gawking humans. In math class, to top it all off." She kissed me once, and pushed her lips into an over exaggerated pout.

"…leaving you alone in a room full of girls, all of whom will be watching you, trying to get your attention, batting their eyelashes and flicking there hair…anything to get you to sit beside them…I wonder who the lucky girl will be…" She tiptoed two fingers up my chest. "Probably some bottle blonde."

"Don't be ridiculous, you know I prefer Brunettes."

She swatted my chest, a feat that would have shattered a human.

"Hey," she said her voice playfully hurt, "be nice."

She was fishing for compliments and of course I complied.

"Well," I said, "I don't know what you could possibly be worried about. I'm the one that's going to have to fight off every man – teachers included – in the school. And if any little high school punk tries to sit with you, just let me know…I'm in the mood for a light snack." She kissed me twice.

"But what about all the girls admiring you…" she looked at me with puppy dog eyes, faking insecurity. She was adorable.

"Ill wear a tag," I smiled at her, and kissed her forehead. "A bright orange one, that says –

'- PROPERTY OF ROSALIE!'"

I shouted this last part proudly, and grinned at the people who stared back. I leaned into her and whispered into her ear, so only she could hear.

"…She's a vampire…beware."

She smiled lovingly at me…I wish she'd look at me that way all the time. Her eyes soften and become the color of gold, and sometimes I can see my own reflection in them, returning the same adoring gaze.

"You are the only thing that has made this life bearable for me Emmett," she told me, just as she'd said it yesterday, and as surely as she would say it again tomorrow. She'd said it every day, since the day I came out of the fire and into her life. It would never get old.

The effect these words had on me never changed. I never took it for granted, that God gave me an angel while Jasper and Edward had to settle for regular old vampires, great as they were.

I took my angels hands and kissed them. "Rose," I left my voice low, completely absorbed in her presence - nothing else existed but us - "I never really knew what it meant to live, until I died, and death brought me to you."

I kissed her, so fiercely and desperately that, had I been aware of our audience, I might have had the decency to act embarrassed. But I wasn't and I didn't. I was completely lost in this void, this empty space that surely must be heaven.

I once heard Bella boast proudly that nobody could ever love anybody more then she and Edward loved eachother. Jasper and Alice have never countered an argument, but I saw the looks they exchanged when Bella made her claim. Alice has never been one to bother with petty arguments, so she ignored the comment, though I'm sure she thought Bella was wrong.

And she was.

Years ago, before Renesmee, before Bella was turned, before she married my brother, there was a period of their lives where they were separated from each other. For whatever reason, Edward felt this was necessary, and though I don't doubt it was unbearable for him, this is how I know that he could never love Bella the way that I so desperately love Rosalie:

He continued to live.

He meant to die, of course. Had full intentions of it, indeed he almost succeeded. But he went searching for death. He had to seek it.

If I knew I had to live without Rosalie, if she was destroyed, if there was ever an end to her eternity, or if she somehow found this kind of love with somebody else, I would die as surely as the sun would rise. There would be no seeking it, no involvement of the Volturi, no wishing for death. It would find me, and the breaking of my stone heart would break every single piece of my body until it destroyed me completely.

This wasn't something I would ever voice aloud to anybody else, though Edward has obviously heard it in my thoughts. He's a gentleman though; he doesn't bring it up, won't argue with it. If it's a thought that even I will never voice, then he will do much the same. He can believe whatever he thinks to be true, I don't care.

Just as long as Rosalie knows.

I'd told her this of course, all the dramatic details, every single pathetic word. I surprised even myself, when I became emotional as I tried to explain myself to her. It wasn't an easy thing to say, and I've only said it the one time - - I was never any good at talking about my feelings in my human life, and I guess its something that stuck with me in this new one, though its usually not a hard task with Rose - - But this was something I nearly choked on, trying to get it out.

Maybe it was the mere thought of seriously losing Rose…maybe the thought alone was killing me right there, as we lay under the stars in the twilight, half a century ago…I don't know.

She declared passionately that she felt the same way, that there was nothing left for her in this life without me…sometimes I know its true, and yet sometimes I wonder…

I know my family and the majority of people we meet all believe Rose and I to be more in Lust then Love. We're much more open about our relationship, and we frequently enjoy making comments about our sex life; we get a kick out of the awkwardness this conveys in people.

Whereas Bella and Edward, and Jasper and Alice leave their private lives very private, and put their diehard dramatic feelings for each other on public display, that's generally the kind of thing Rosalie and I keep just between the two of us.

Despite what any of my family thinks, Rose and I have moments such as this, hundreds of time in a day, expressed throughout everything we do. It's just easier for us, and especially me, if we keep it locked down and low key.

I could have stayed that way for a good 100 years, with Rosalie in my arms, her lips pressed desperately to mine, my hands in her hair and hers wrapped firmly around my neck, but we were interrupted by a tiny thud in our sides. I was perfectly ready to ignore it, I barely felt it, but Rose pulled away to see what had caused it.

She squint her eyes at a girl, who looked so shaken I felt I could have destroyed her with my pinkie finger.

"I'm- I'm so sorry," she stuttered. "I tripped on the handle of someone's bag, s-sorry…" she made the mistake of looking into Rosalie's glaring face. No doubt terrified by her dark and annoyed eyes, she blushed deeply –suddenly she looked delicious and my thirst flared angrily in my throat – and hurried away, muttering another shaky apology.

"Don't be so hard on her babe," I laughed, fighting off the ache in my throat, "She's just a human."

Rose grinned at me, kissed my cheek and began to walk away.

"Your just too nice, you know that Emmett?" she called.

"Maybe you're just too mean! Ever thought about that!'" I called after her.

She turned towards me, and smiled broader as she retreated backwards, in smooth graceful steps.

"You know, your right," her smirk was only semi-evil. "You love me though."

"Cant get enough," I agreed.

She turned away again and I watched her hips sway seductively.

Damn… "Nice ass!" I couldn't resist. "Ill miss you!"

"Miss you more"

I seriously doubt that.

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Math was as boring as it always was. I sat alone in the back of the class, like I always do. I never go out of my way to introduce myself to anyone. A brave girl or 2 will sometimes make a weak attempt to talk to me, ask for me name, where am I from blah blah, but generally people leave me be.

Must be some crazed vampire Aura or something.

There was a rather delicious smell wafting from the front of the classroom, a few of them actually, particularly the scent emitting from Mrs. Bentley, who was both annoying and boring…I wouldn't have minded at all sinking my teeth into her neck and sucking her dry - -

…but no.

Carlisle.

I sighed.

Stupid Carlisle and his stupid morals and stupid beliefs and stupid expectations…I went off on a silent rant in my head about Carlisle, until the flame in my throat subsided and I had the decency to feel guilty, and mentally apologise to my father.

An hour ticked by, the kind of hour that made you realize just what an eternity means, and when the bell rang, I practically flew from the class.

I was at my locker in no time, and she was already there.

"Thank goodness," I over dramatised my relief. "An hours much too long to be away from you, Goldilocks."

I swept her from the ground in one easy motion, and gave her a little twirl. She likes that.

I kissed the top of her head, and took her hand.

"Walk you to your next class?"

"You shouldn't just be walking me, you should be joining me," she grumbled. "If this school wasn't completely incompetent and incoherent, we would be sitting in all of our classes together, and I would have something to distract me from a full hour of torture."

"I know, the pricks" I muttered darkly.

"Don't mock me," her warning was sharp.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I tried to look shocked at her accusation.

"Seriously Emmett….Physics! What will I do…what will you do?!"

"Ill probably just think of you naked," I shrugged.

She finally laughed.

"Of course you will…pervert."

"You know it…I liked that little ass shake you did earlier today, move up there, lets see that again," I gave her a little shove ahead of me.

She stopped walking and gave me an exasperated look.

"…No- No that's not quite it," I shook my head and frowned thoughtfully, "there was a little more movement the first time, a little bit more attitude," I critiqued.

Rosalie rolled her eyes and fell back in stride with me. We reached her classroom and she gave my hand a squeeze before she entered the classroom, full of its poor unsuspecting kids.

You didn't have to be a vampire to hear the gasps from down the hallway.

I grinned, as I trudged slowly towards my own physics classroom.

That's my Rosalie.

My entrance to Physics 12, Block B brought about its own chorus of gasps and sharp intakes of breathe. I ignored this, taking a seat by the window, preparing myself to stare at a drowning rose bush for the next 60 minutes.

That is, until the view was blocked by a flash of a dark brown hair. A girl seated herself beside me and I sighed, resigning myself to a ticking clock for distraction.

"Hi," she said cheerfully.

"Hey."

I smiled back but didn't really look at her, sure this was just another brave girl who would be of absolutely no interest to me. She'd try for some small talk, supply me with her excuse of why she was talking to me, maybe apply a little lip gloss when she thought I wasn't looking…the charade might last 15 minutes, the full hour if she was really naïve, but once she found out I had a girlfriend, and that girlfriend was Rosalie, she would never bother again.

Fine with me.

"I'm Genevieve."

The name startled me into recognition.

Well, more recognition then a girl like this would normally get from me.

"Nice name."

"Isn't it?" I still wasn't looking, but I could hear the smile in her voice. "Most people complain about their name, you never like your own name, you know. Well except for me, I like mine."

"Yah it's nice. Old."

"Oh it's so old!" she carried on, pleased that I'd made this observation. "My mum was big into history…you know, castles, Kings, Queens, Knights, The Round Table…"

"Actually, I believe the name was Guinevere, if you're grouping it with that." I was bored. This girl was an idiot.

"Well yes," she admitted, "but there from the same age, you know...and close enough."

"Guess so."

It was quiet for a moment, and I thought maybe she'd given up and I could get back to counting the seconds.

"So whats your name?"

I sighed.

"Emmett."

"I like that, it's nice. Your one to talk about old names. Emmett isn't exactly the most modern name around. It was popular in the early nineteen hundreds, you know."

Tell me something I didn't know.

"Actually, I did know that." I took a tiny breathe. She smelled okay. It was bearable. If I was ever going to break the rules again, it wouldn't be for her.

"I'm new too, in case you're wondering. I can tell you're new. I hate being new. I've been all over the province, and then some. You know…foster kid and all." She said it like it was a dirty word.

"Bet you get to meet a lot of people, must have tons of friends." I tried to emphasize a bright side for her.

"I – I guess so. Doesn't really matter though, when nobody wants you for good and you have to leave when things are finally getting comfortable." She realized halfway through her response what it sounded like, and she tried to disguise the tone of her voice.

I may not be attuned to people's emotions the way Jasper is, but I'm not stupid. Her voice dripped with sadness. And it wasn't fake sadness, she wasn't making a play for sympathy or attention.

Genuine sadness. Hurt. Rejection.

I may be obnoxious, oblivious, ignorant, and at times inobservant. I may be all of these things, but one thing I am not.

I am not a jackass.

"Yah, that sounds rough…sorry to hear about that." I meant it.

She covered her tracks with a forced laugh and shrugged. "I made it sound worse then it is. Trust me. Your right, by the way. I've met tons of people, made tons of friends, all over Canada. How can that be a bad thing?" She tried to charge her sentenced with a false cheer, but the smile I had first noticed in her voice was now gone.

I finally looked at her.

Very few people surprise me, humans especially - with the exception of a 17 year old Bella – but when I looked into her face, I felt a wave of shock flow through me. I tried to hide it in my face, but I'm sure she caught it.

She was very pretty. Actually, if I was being honest and keeping Rosalie out of the equation, she was more then pretty. She might even be beautiful, though I couldn't be sure; my opinion of beautiful was muddied by Rosalie's perfection.

She had long, shiny dark brown hair, and it cascaded down her shoulders in thick wavy locks. She had lips kind of like Alice's, only nicer in my opinion. Full and dark red, almost purple really. She had a few freckles, not many, but they were there. High cheekbones too, like Rose, yet - somehow- nothing like Rosalie. Her eyes were big and green, almost almond shaped, set off with long, dark eyelashes…One glance at her eyes, and the word exotic filtered through my mind.

None of this is what startled me though.

I look into the face of perfection every day of my life - real, unrelenting, never-ending beauty. How could any other face shock me? None could but Rosalie's, of this I was sure.

What got me was the overwhelming need in her face. Need for acceptance, friendship, stability, love, anything. Never before had I seen it so clearly etched into anybody's face. It was quite literally a permanent feature, such as a mouth or nose would be.

Surely brought on by a lifetime of rejection. A lifetime of a false sense of security.

She didn't show any sign off physical attraction to me, that's another thing. I don't mean to come across as shallow. Since the day I turned though, I have never come across a woman who didn't desire me right away, save for Esme, Alice and Bella. I'd never gone unnoticed by any woman; teacher, wife, pastors wife…I'd somehow even hoodwinked Rosalie.

Genevieve seemed completely oblivious to my good looks. Her eyes didn't wander to observe the rest of my body, the clothes I wore, nothing. She looked as though she honestly just needed somebody to talk to.

"Your being brave." I deduced, narrowing my eyes at her.

She laughed. "Well of course I am. I'm a foster kid…We have to be brave. "

I studied her face more, still completely intrigued.

"So I'm right, right? "

"About what?" I replied.

"You're new too, right?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You're sitting alone…which means you have no friends…which means you must be new."

"Maybe I'm just anti-social."

She laughed, and the smile in her voice was back.

"Your not. You have a kind face. That's why it was so easy for me to approach you. I didn't get any bad vibes from you – I'm in need of some friends, and you seemed like a good place to start…I figured you'd need a friend too."

I smirked. Nice enough, yes. Bad judge of character, HELL YES.

"Maybe your right." She couldn't be more wrong. Humans weren't exactly the kind of people we tried to befriend. Too tempting for us, too unsafe for them.

She smiled again, and then turned her head as our teacher entered the classroom. He beckoned for us to be quiet, and began his 'Welcome to Physics and the Start of a New Year" speech.

I stared at Genevieve a few moments more, before turning my head to the front of the class as well.

Genevieve.

Who would have thought Physics could have produced anything this interesting.

A/N: Let me know what you think! I had some problems writing this chapter, and I still wasn't 100% satisfied with it, so Id love to hear what you think =) If you find any mistakes or anything as well, let me know!