Rosalie VS. Jacob
Chapter 4- Damage Control
Disclaimer: Twilight and it's characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer but at least I get to play with them. =) P.S. I OWN DR. MILLIE YURUGAMA.
RPOV
I walked to the office door against my will. Carlisle was making me do this. I had foolishly revealed my family's secret to my therapist. Ugh. My therapist. I will NEVER get used to those words. Anyways, I had to come up with some excuse for ripping the door off its hinges. I knocked on some plastic hanging on a shower curtain rod that covered the doorway. Guess the door hadn't been replaced yet. Dr. Y answered, now wearing…ugh…overalls and a plaid shirt? Even BELLA dresses better than this!
The doctor looked scared. Good. "Wha- What are y-y-you d-d-doing h-h-here?"
"I just wanted to explain the accident yesterday." She didn't reply, her eyes just widened. I was thinking about telling her I had an adrenaline rush but thought that was a dumb reason. What kind of idiot would actually believe that? [A/N: I TOTALLY THOUGHT THAT WAS A DUMB (but hilarious. haha) EXCUSE IN THE MOVIE. At least Bella didn't believe it. And I did Google it.] So I said something else instead.
"The wood was rotting and the hinges were probably broken when the door broke off. I mean, who can just break a door? I'm just an ordinary human." Yeah right.
She looked doubtful. Crap. If she didn't believe me, Edward and Jasper would probably bother me about it later like they did last night. Edward is such a hypocrite. If he could tell Bella about the whole vampire thing then I should be able to divulge the secret with some therapist. Two wrongs always made a right.
"So that's all I had to say. It's all right if you want to give me and the do-, I mean, Jacob up. We wont mind. We really feel our relationship is just…peachy."
The doctor straightened and got a dark look on her face. "I don't think so Miss Hale. I'll see you tomorrow, WITH Mister Black, bright and early. Good bye." Then she had the nerve to slap the door in my face. Stupid human. She would pay for that.
And then I remembered how Carlisle would probably know I killed the woman due to his knowledge of my short temper. Is fate TRYING to piss me off by refusing me the things I want?
The next day…
DR.Y POV
My strange patients entered the room. Miss Hale glared down and grimaced at my new shoes. She was probably jealous of them. Mr. Black looked tired. I looked at him in mild concern. He was my favorite of the two.
"How are you feeling today, Jacob?" I had to call them by their first names because I believed that we were all friends here and there was no need to be formal with friends.
"I'm fine, Dr. Y." I frowned. Had they been calling me this the whole time?
"You can call me Millie, dear." (A/N: Apologies to people named Millie)
Rosalie, the rude one, decided to speak here. "Millie, where did you get those shoes?" She said it with distaste. There was no need to be so jealous of my shoes, really. This girl had the nerve to give me some lame excuse yesterday as to why she ripped the door off the hinges AND THEN she had the nerve to suggest giving them up. I was no quitter. I snapped at her.
"I didn't say YOU could call me Millie. You can go on and call me Dr.Y. Jacob can call me Millie." I smiled warmly at Jacob. Miss Hale looked at me like I was a bug on the bottom of her shoe. The feeling was mutual. I gestured toward the chairs in front of me.
RPOV
Did she just show a preference for Jacob? Hmmm… I could definitely use this against him later. Hehehehehe.
JPOV
Why does Blondie look like she's planning something? Uh- oh.
I sat in the chairs and Blondie sat next to me. Millie started talking.
"Well today I thought we could discuss each other's past. That way we get to know a little more about each other. I spoke to Carlisle and he said you two don't really discuss things like that. As a matter of fact he said you don't do anything besides arguing but we'll fix that later. Let's start with you Jacob." She turned eagerly towards me and out of the corner of my eye I saw Blondie grin slowly. What was her latest scheme now? I guess I'll have to ask Edward later. The whole mind reading thing came in handy sometimes. Except when it was being used on me. That was bad. I started to think about the time Edward told Blondie that I was going to get a skunk and leave it in her closet. She then tried to kill me… until Bella stopped her. THANK GOD.
Millie coughed looking very concerned. "Are you sure you're all right dear?" I nodded.
"My name is Jacob Black. I'm from La Push, Washington." It came out sounding like a question. What was I supposed to say. I'm a werewolf and I spend my days with vampires and my wolf pack of which I am the Alpha. That was about as stupid of ripping the door of it's hinges. Which is exactly why Blondie should have been the one to do it.
"My name is Rosalie Lillian Hale. I'm from New York." Rosalie continued, not needing any prodding from Millie. She just loves to talk about herself.
Millie, however, did not take it too well.
"MISS HALE, DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK!?" Blondie looked taken aback by the therapist's sudden hostile behavior. And I must admit so was I. How is she supposed to improve my "relationship" with Blondie? And I use the term "relationship" loosely.
"Um…no." Rosalie said, still shocked.
"THEN SHUTUP!"
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OH SNAP!
WHAT DOES THIS SUDDDEN HOSTILE BEHAVIOR MEAN?
WHAT IS ROSE PLANNING?
Me: Do you smell that?
You: What?
Me: It is the sweet scent of-
You: 2009
Me: NO! Well… yes.
You: Thought so.
Me: But that's not what I meant!
You: Too bad. I'm going to Myspace.
Me: Fine. No sneak peek for you.
Thought I'd torture you with the knowledge that I was about to give you a sneak peek. MWA HA HA HA HA!
p.s. I'm thinking about starting another story.
p.s.s. since school starts next week, the updates are probably gonna slow down (DAMN school…) so enjoy this while you can.
p.s.s.s. HAVE AN AWESOME NEW YEAR!
p.s.s.s.s. I feel bad now. I'm gonna give you the sneak peek anyway. (DAMN CONSCIENCE…) words in sneak peek are subject to change.
I went into my room and shooed Emmett out. It was a bad idea to let him put a TV in here so he could play XBOX from the privacy of his own bed.
"But I'm playing Rock Band!" he whined.
My husband was whining? Carlisle was right. Playing video games for too long did do things to your brain…
"Get out Emmett," I said. Now was not the time to talk. I needed to plan while Edward was still out with Bella, the dog and Nessie. If they came home, my plan would be ruined.
"No," he said still strumming his fake plastic guitar.
"That's too bad. I bought a new outfit from Victoria's Secret but since you obviously like video games more than me you can forget seeing me in it later."
"ALRIGHT! HOLD UP! IM LEAVIN'!" Works every time.
Now that I could think, I began to plot. I hope you can smell what I'm smelling now. It was the sweet smell of revenge.