I need to stop writing when I should be doing my homework. This chapter is okay, but the ending is kinda messy. I didn't know how to end it, so it's messy. Thank you for the reviews! I love feedback. :D
- Forget me knott
Rosalie was sitting in front of the Vanity, where she has been doing her hair and make-up for the past 30 minutes. We are supposed to meet everyone in five minutes, but I don't want to bother Rosalie. I found out today that she is not a morning person.
I felt silly that it took me 15 minutes to get ready, and it's taking Rosalie two hours. I started buttoning and unbuttoning my navy cardigan nervously, wondering if I was under-dressed compared to Rosalie, who was currently wearing a pretty dress and was curling her hair.
She stood up, and looked at my outfit. "I like it." She complimented me. "I like how the navy cardigan goes with the navy vans."
I grew more confident. "I love your dress." I grinned at her. "Are we going now?" I asked her hesitantly.
She laughed. "Yes, I've noticed your nervousness and anxiety a few minutes ago." She told me. "It's fine to be late." She grabbed her cherry red clutch and walked the door, while I felt childish with my Harry Potter bag. But I followed her out the door, wondering where we were going. She didn't talk to me though, so I just followed her.
"Where are we going?" I asked her.
"To the cafe, where else?" She told me.
The cafe was very busy, to my dismay. I don't like big crowds. Rosalie led me to a round table in a corner, where four people where sitting. I recognized Emmett, but I didn't know who the other three where. The girl was very pretty. She was pale, and her messy brown hair went past her shoulders. Since there was no other girl I heard about, that must be Bella. A muscular guy with unusual bronze hair had his arm over Bella's chair, and was glaring at Emmett. Judging by Bella's bright red face, the guy didn't like what Emmett was doing to Bella. By his arm over Bella's chair and his protectiveness over her, the bronze hair guy was Edward. The guy across them had to be Jasper, because they didn't mention anyone else. He was hunched over, reading a book. His curly blonde locks covered his face, making me unable to see his face.
Emmett noticed me first, and a big grin was on his face. "Hi Alice!" He bombed out, making the Bella, Edward, and Jasper look at me curiously, wondering why Emmett was making such a racket.
"Hi Emmett." I grinned at him, sliding into the only available seat—next to Jasper.
"Bella, Edward, and Jasper—this is Alice, she's Rosalie's roommate here." He introduced me.
Bella spoke first, a smile on her face. "I'm Bella—if you couldn't tell." She told me. "I hope Emmett didn't say anything bad about me."
I slyly grinned. "He said that you're a crazy good gymnast, that can trip over thin air and that guy," I pointed to Edward, even though I knew his name. "is crazy protective over you." I didn't really know what came over me, but their reactions showed me that I did well. "He also called you gay."
Emmett glared at me, Rosalie snickered, Bella and Edward glared at Emmett.
Jasper looked up from his book, giving me my first peek at his face. He chuckled, looking at Emmett. "She got you good." He laughed, and then turned towards me.
"I'm Jasper, nice to meet you."
"I-I'm Alice!" I stumbled through my words. He gave me another grin, and put his head into his book again. My cheeks were slightly red, I could feel it. He didn't seem different at first—but when he started talking to me.. I turned into jello. I couldn't get his face out of my mind. Jasper is very handsome—it was really hard to try not to sneak glances at him, to see his face. His eyes were similar to Rosalie's, but his were different. Rosalie's are beautiful, but Jasper's blue eyes are like you're looking into an ocean, they seem to go on forever. The smile he gave me was what made me melt.
Edward started speaking to me, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm not gay." He defended himself, glaring at Emmett who sent him a cheesy grin. Edward rolled his eyes at Emmett, and turned towards me again. "I'm Edward, what class do you take?" He asked me, curious. I almost forgot that he was a dancer too.
"I'm in Advanced Division C1." I told him, starting to feel more relaxed at the discussion of ballet.
"I'm in Advanced Men." He sent me a crooked smile. Emmett mumbled something under his breath which made him and Rosalie break out into hysterics.
Bella's face turned red, but not with embarrassment, with anger. She heard what Emmett said under his breath, and wasn't too happy about it. "Edward isn't gay." She scolded them. "How could he be gay if we're dating?" She questioned him. Emmett mumbled something under his breath again, and Bella scowled, she didn't like what he said apparently.
"I'm not a man!" She fumed, making Edward send Emmett another glare. "Just because I'm a gymnast and my body can't change, doesn't mean I'm a man!" She started stabbing her food with her fork, furious. This time Edward started laughing.
"It's cute when you're mad, love." He told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer. Her face turned even redder, this time with embarrassment. Emmett ruined the romantic moment by howling with laughter.
"It's hilarious when she blushes!" Emmett pointed at Bella, whose face got even redder and covered it by putting her head in Edward's chest. Edward glared at Emmett.
"It will be hilarious when you have a black eye when I punch you in the face." He threatened him, but Emmett continued to laugh.
"I-I can't—" He laughed, his face getting red. "Y-You? Punching someone?"
Jasper poked his head up from his book, and looked at Edward. "If you're going to punch him, I suggest doing it now. He's really distracted." Edward rolled his eyes at Emmett, and just went back to talking to Bella.
Unfortunately Emmett turned his attention towards me. "How old are you anyways?" He asked me. I frowned, not liking where this conversation was going.
"I'm 16." I told him. His eyebrows rose up, surprised.
"Aw hell! Are you kidding me?" He questioned me. I frowned again. He continued talking, oblivious to my discomfort. "You look like you're 12! Like one of those Chinese." He told me.
Bella rolled her eyes. "That's gymnasts, and it's not really true." He informed him. He ignored her.
"How can you be a dancer? You're so short?" He asked me, curious. I knew he didn't mean to offend me, but he did.
"I can't help it that I'm short." I scowled at him, hoping that he would drop it.
He didn't. "Like, don't you have to stretch you legs out and shit?" He questioned me.
"Yes." I told him, wanting him to drop it.
"Emmett, I think Alice here wants you to stop talkin' about it." I never noticed Jasper was southern, since Rosalie didn't have an accent, but he continued to talk. "I think Edward and her will team up one day and kill you. Then I have to deal with Rosalie." He said lightly, trying to keep the conversation from turning ugly.
I thought Jasper would of turned his attention back to his book, but he turned towards me. "You okay?" He asked me, concern in his eyes. Emmett was right yesterday—Jasper calmed me down easily. I realized that I didn't respond to Jasper yet.
"I'm fine—I just don't like my height being compared to my dancing." I told him honestly. He looked at me with concern for a few more seconds, and then turned back to his book.
I decided to talk to Bella about gymnastics. "How long have you been a gymnast?" I asked her.
She rose her head from Edward's chest, and turned towards me. "Since I was five, so for 11 years." She told me. "I went to Worlds this year with the national team—but I.." She faltered and stopped talking. I frowned, feeling bad that I asked. Apparently Worlds was a touchy subject to her. "Something happened, so I lost my chance at a gold medal." She told me, biting her lip. "I got a silver on vault and bronze on bars, but I guess that wasn't enough for the Olympics." She muttered bitterly, and her face then turned red when she realized that she said that aloud. It was silent for a few minutes—everyone probably thinking about Bella.
I attempted to change the subject—and thankfully it worked. "What's your favorite event?" I asked her, trying to think of the four kinds of events—and what they are called.
"I like them all honestly." She told me. "I like the beam and bars though—but I also like the vault." She thought about it for a second. "I like floor too though." She smiled at me, enjoying that we are talking about gymnastics.
"Does your gym you go to have a dress code?" I asked curiously.
She shook her head. "I have to admit, I don't like to dress up—but I love all of my leotards, especially the sparkly ones." She told me, smiling. Emmett snickered, and muttered something under his breath. Only Rosalie heard—and she started laughing.
I sighed, feeling jealous that she could wear colorful leotards. "Lucky. I have ten pairs of pointe shoes that are different colors—and I probably can only wear my pink ones." I told her. "I haven't worn a black leotard in forever." I admitted to her.
Rosalie turned towards me, a surprised expression on her face. "You have ten pairs of pointe shoes?" She asked me. I nodded, and started to name the colors.
"I have pink, black, white, red, orange, green, blue, gold, purple, and my favorite—yellow." I told them, a grin on my face just thinking about my shoes. "Don't get me started about my leotards." I warned them, thinking about my many pairs of leotards.
Rosalie leaned in towards me, a grin on her face. "Say Alice—do you like to shop?" She asked me.
"No girl doesn't like to shop." I told her with a serious expression on my face. She laughed and shook her head.
"No—Bella doesn't like to shop." She informed me.
Bella tried to defend of herself. "I like to shop—" She started.
Rosalie interrupted her. "You only shop willingly for anything gymnastic related." She rolled her eyes.
Edward defended his girlfriend. "There's nothing wrong with that."
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Shut up pretty boy."
It was Bella that spoke up, but she changed the subject. "Um, classes don't start till Monday right?" Bella asked, biting her lip. "I'm a power gymnast, and my coach wants to make me try artistic gymnastics on the floor." She fidgeted. "Can you guys help me?" She questioned.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Edward answered immediately. "Rosalie? Alice?" He asked us.
I grinned. "Sure, I'll love too."
Rosalie shook her head. "Sorry, I'm spending the day with Emmett."
"Oh, O—" Bella started, but then Edward's smiling face disappeared, and he had a scowl on his face.
"We have to go, Bella." He told her, gently gripping her wrist.
She gave him a questioning look, but she then had a look of concern on her face. "He's here?" She asked him.
He nodded. She sighed, and turned towards us. "I'm sorry, but we have to go.." She trailed off, and Edward pulled her away.
It was quiet for a few minutes, until Jasper looked up and saw the time. "I have to go to." He said, grabbing his bag that was on the floor. "I have a meeting." He told us, and stood up.
He turned towards me, and gave me a crooked smile. "Nice to meet you Alice."
"Nice to meet you too." The words stumbled out of my mouth. He smiled at me again, and was gone.
Emmett decided to break the silence. "Well, I'm sure I have a few more embarrassing stories about Bella and Edward somewhere." He grinned, making Rosalie and I roll our eyes.
Tomorrow can't come any sooner, can't it? I sighed, and Emmett started talking.