I was the third to arrive. It was sort of strange, I would have thought that I would be the last since I was only ten minutes early. Oh well, at least I get to settle in before a majority of the others.

Just as I began to relax on my bed, a short red-head with freckles came in out of no where.

"How are you doing? I am so excited. I totally can't wait to meet Tyra! This is going to be so amazing! OMG! How excited are you? I'm Maddie Bells, by the way," she greeted me and put out her hand.

I shook her hand, but I couldn't help but be annoyed. I really wanted peace. Great, a wannabe model. One of those girls that thinks, "I'm going to be the next Heidi Klum or whoever. Just you watch." You know what I mean, the over-the-top peppy girl that always has the hot football player boyfriend cause she is just SO much fun.

I put on my best smile, I didn't want to seem ungrateful for being accepted, "I'm doing fine. Just really tired, you know? I had to drive down from Washington. Rosalie Hale."

"Have you met Sam yet? Well, her name is Samantha, but she claims it's too feminine for her. She is Goth, though. I really don't want to be with her any more than possible. She's weird, seriously."

"Actually, I just got in a minute ago, so I haven't met anyone but you," I said while thinking how GREAT of friends Maddie and I would become. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.

"He, Sam!" Maddie shouted out, "Come and meet Rose. Wait, can I call you Rose?"

At least she asked. "No," I said, maybe a little meaner than necessary, "That's my fiancé's nickname for me. Please respect that." I didn't want to be seen as a snob, because I could tell that Maddie would be the gossip.

"No prob," she answered me, "I totally get it. We, Same, come and meet Rosalie."

I could now see the Sam that Maddie seemed to hate so much. She was slightly shorter than me, maybe by half an inch. She had her jet black hair in a sleek bob similar to what Alice wore for formal events. Her face was a perfect oval with flawless skin, not a single mark, mole or freckle could be found, even with vampire vision. She has perfectly tweezed eyebrows that arched just the right amount. Her body was slender, but nor in the sickly way. Her shoulders, arms and legs were perfectly toned, but not overly muscular.

Sam put her hand out to me and I could see that her fingers were as perfect as her body.

"Sam Smee," she said, "pleased to meet you."

"Rosalie Hale," I forced out. She was beautiful, in her own way. As Maddie hinted at, she was a little Goth, with the black eyeliner, mascara, and all black wardrobe.

We dropped hands half of a second later just as the door opened again. Maddie immediately jumped off the couch in which she had just sat down.

I didn't push Sam to talk, since I wasn't really looking to make friends. And I could tell that she wasn't either.

It wasn't hard, for myself at least, to heat what Maddie was tell the new girl. I didn't bother to listen, since they were both coming. I was also pretty sure that Maddie was ragging on both me and Sam as she had done to me about Sam.

"Sam and Rosalie," Maddie began, "this is Emmaline, she is from Rochester, New York. Can you believe it?"

I glanced at Sam and could easily tell that they wouldn't be the best of friends and Sam was attempting to control herself and not lash out at Maddie. Those two were like oil and water.

But back to Emmaline. She looked like someone I had seen before. I knew it was recently, but I wanted to think it was from a while ago. My mind easily wandered back to Emmett and the hotel room and all of the stares we got. Emmaline was that skanky cheerleader I saw in the hotel lobby.

"I saw you earlier," I squealed without thinking. "You were at the hotel this morning, I saw you."

"OMG! How could I forget you? Was that your boyfriend you were with? Cause if it's your brother or cousin, could you, like, totally set me up?"

"Hell no!" I replied, "He is actually my fiancé."

"Fine," she answered. But then I head her mutter, "It's a long way from proposal to the altar," under her breath.

I could have killed her right there. It was that easy. And I won't deny it, I wanted to kill her for saying that. Thank God I couldn't read minds, I did not want to THINK what she had thought about. I felt my eyes glow red while thinking about drinking her blood.

Emmaline was pretty, I couldn't deny that. She had small blonde curls pulled into a strange updo. Two single curls framed her heart shaped face. Her face had a very chiseled feel to it with high cheekbones and a wide forehead. Cheekbones that I had seen a long time ago, now that I thought about it. She had a perfectly sized nose and sapphire blue eyes that pierced me like a spear. She had lips thinner than many, I wondered why she didn't have them plumped like every other A-list celebrity.

"Anyways, I'm Emmaline King," she said like he snob she had already proved to be.

'Rosalie Hale," I answered back with the same attitude.

King. That's were I knew her. She must be like the great granddaughter of Royce. She's from Rochester, I doubt the Kings would have moved. Her last name was obviously the same. I knew that Royce didn't have any brothers. And she had the same cheekbones Royce did. She was the great granddaughter bastard of my killer. Crap. Who would have thought I would meet her. Especially here. I hate that I know the truth and could put it together so easily.

"Your name sounds familiar. Do you live in Rochester, or at least in New York?"

"No, I live in Forks, Washington. Pretty far from New York."

"Oh, I just remember my grandfather mentioning your last name and a girl named Rose. Never mind. Just a coincidence."

"Yeah, just a coincidence," I choked out.

I needed some fresh air. Not as in to live, but to unwind.

"Hey, Maddie," I called out, "Are we allowed out to go get food or something?"

"Yeah, just be back by four and it's three right now."

"Kay, I saw a Golden Spoon around the corner and I need to think a little bit. See you at four."

I grabbed my Coach purse Bella had gotten me as a good luck gift. I think it's the most expensive thing she's bought. I heard the girls gasp cause it's the most anticipated Coach bag in several years. The waiting list is a mile long.

"Yeah," I said, "I've got connections."

I turned my back to them and headed out the door. The elevator was just outside the room. I hoped I would be alone. But of course, I had to share the elevator with a businesslike man. He was wearing a three-piece suit. The elevator stopped at the third floor and he got out without a word.

The doors closed again and I was alone. The elevator started, and it was barely fifteen seconds until the doors opened at level one.

And then it hit me like an atom bomb. I could smell a dog right in front of me.

I looked up, and there she was. Leah Clearwater. The only girl shape-shifter in La Push history. This was absolutely wonderful. I come to model and I meet the great granddaughter bastard of my killer/fiancé and Alice can't see what happens because a dog is here. Was an elf or fairy going to show up too? Maybe even a leprechaun. I laughed at the thought.

Leah was at the front desk getting her information. I could go back right now. But then she saw me and I couldn't. I'm pretty sure to guess that we both knew that we were both here for America's Next Top Model. I was curious on who convinced her to audition. Probably Seth. It couldn't be Jake, since he's around so much Edward would have heard. Leah, though, she hasn't been at our place for a few months.

I continued to walk straight past her. Just as I was about to leave, I caught the look of hatred in her eyes. I replied with a smile and heard a faint growl. I then walked outside to reassemble my thoughts.