Chapter 2
Rosalie wasn't exactly excited when Alice had forced her to fix Bella's truck.
"Why on earth would I want to do anything for that selfish little brat?" she seethed. Alice smirked.
"Need I remind you, I'm psychic?"
"Need I remind you your mediocre gift can't even predict when it's going to rain?" Rosalie growled at her sister.
"That was one time and even the weather man got it wrong. There's no need to bring that up again. You're just being petty." Alice crossed her arms and pouted at Rosalie.
"What are you up to, Alice?" Rosalie questioned. Alice's knowing smile returned.
"You'll figure it out eventually."
Rosalie figured Alice must have just wanted to torture her. She'd kept the garage door closed out of habit, but that proved to be a mistake. Bella's scent was overwhelming, especially in such a tight space. The sound of her racing heartbeat practically echoed against the metal walls of the garage. After Rosalie's failed joke, Bella seemed flustered. She scrutinized the human for a moment as she cleaned off her hands. Her posture was terrible, that was for sure. Her slouched back and crossed arms didn't exactly exude confidence. Rosalie didn't appreciate that. Her outfit - worn out jeans and an equally abused hoodie - didn't help her cause.
She had, however, begun putting more effort into her appearance since she and Edward reunited. Straightening her hair and applying a thin layer of eyeliner and mascara did wonders for her. Rosalie couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Bella voluntarily wear makeup. While her features were nothing remarkable by modern standards, her smooth, fair skin, deep brown eyes, and heart shaped lips would have garnered her plenty of suitors in Rosalie's day. With her big eyes and round face, she looked innocent and docile.
But Rosalie no longer valued feminine delicateness. She took pride in her own strength, and the fear she could instill with just a look. So how did this meek, spineless girl end up in her presence? She'd had enough of the girl gawking at her for one day. If Bella was going to continue staring at her like that, she might as well put on a show for her.
"Why are you here?" she demanded.
When Rosalie had cornered the poor girl her heart palpitations had all but made Rosalie drool. The human was incredibly unobservant as well. Did she not see what she was doing to Rosalie, just by standing there? By breathing? The sound of Bella's loudly beating heart rang in her ears. She had taken one look at the menacing blonde and turned bright red. As if the fact that Bella was currently in the state of menstruation wasn't torturous enough, she had to blush, allowing her to see the more than appealing blood that was just beneath the thin layer of skin that covered her face. That pale, heart shaped face with the soft, pink lips and the huge, brown doe eyes.
How Rosalie would love to scoop out those doe eyes with the end of the monkey wrench she was currently wielding. For some reason they just made Rosalie so uncomfortable. Rosalie dared another look as Bella was trying to regain control after what had just happened. She looked around awkwardly before settling down and leaning against the door of Alice's car, then flung herself forward when the alarm went off. Alice let the obnoxious sound continue for three seconds before appearing at the door in a blur of red and blue, giving Rosalie a wink, then turning the alarm off all quickly enough that Rosalie was more angered, and Bella more confused.