Chapter 3

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"Come on just give it a shot, please."

"No."

"Bells, please…" he put on the worst puppy dog eyes I've ever seen, and if anything it just made me more annoyed and irritated.

"Mike my father was the one who came up with that name! I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from using it ever in you entire life."

"A lady with force! I like it. All the more reason for me and you to be together."

I swear this guy is hopeless.

I just rolled my eyes on him and proceeded to my table. That stupid, idiotic, sorry excuse for a golden retriever, pathetic womanizer is Mike Newton. Have I made myself clear of hating him? Hah! I haven't yet. He had been with me since high school and has never failed to ask me out whenever he sees a chance, and that would be every time he sees me. Ugh… I hate him!

"Bellsy Wellsy!" a soft sweet whisper pass through my ear. That sent shivers down my spine.

I angled my head towards the whisperer and I found myself face to face with the blue-eyed goddess on the flesh.

"Oh hey Rose! Nice to see you not being so fashionably late."

"Oh stop being such a drama queen."

"Ready to order?" she gave me a nod and right then, the waiter approach our table to take our orders. He was as young as we are, I could tell. I saw his eyes widen the moment he set his eyes on Rosalie. All the time that he was in the table he kept stuttering and fidgeting. The sight was funny and Rose kept playing along with the poor waiter's affection to her.

When the waiter left, Rose's attention was far from here. She seems to be thinking deeply. While she was at it, I took the chance to marvel on her beauty. Rosalie is indeed, a girl to die for. With flawless skin, bright blue eyes, pink plump lips and a drop dead gorgeous body, every man will see her as divine being. Someone would be foolish or be blind not to say that this woman seating in front of me is the face that would launch a thousand battle ships.

Then again when I pay attention to her eyes, I saw pain and to make my assumptions even stronger her eyelids were swollen. Did she cry?

"Rose, how's is it going? I haven't seen you for ages?" I asked her simply. I don't want to force her onto talking about anything she doesn't want to talk about.

"Well Bells, you know I've been all over the place. Well last night I was in town. And probably I would be here till summer ends."

"That's great! More for me. How are your shows? Getting along with your models?" from then on our conversation revolve around her work.

I noticed that somehow she lighten up but I know for a fact that something is still bothering her. I have never seen her being bothered like this. Not even once. That's why it troubles me.

"Hey, want to talk about it?" after I asked her when she slump her shoulders and leaned over her chair. By now, we both have finished our dinner.

"I want to talk about it but let's save it for later. Right now," she grinned at me then continued, "I want to hear all about your plans for the Valentines. You have to have one because everybody has."

"Well, I guess everybody includes me." I remember the surprise that Jasper and I have planned.

"Oohh!" Rose now is like a 5 year old who was given a candy, "I want details Bella. Details! Is he cute, is he hot?"

"He is cute and he is hot."

"When can I meet him?"

"Actually you already…" but she interrupted me.

"Wait are you guys using any protection?"

I chuckled at that which earned me a glare from Rose

"What? Rose since when did you become my mother? And no! I don't need any protection cause I'm not sleeping with anyone." I inhaled a much needed breathe then continued, "I have plans for the Valentines but not a romantic plan."

"Okay… you're getting more and more unbearable by the moment." I rolled my eyes at her but she just ignored it and continued. "Did you really have boyfriends when you were in college?"

I grimaced, "Yes I did!"

"Then are you lesbian?"

"NO!" I said it more loudly than I expected to.

"Well then why don't you go out more often?"

"I didn't know what to say, so I kept my head down and stared at my empty plate.

I look around only to see a bronze haired guy looking at my way and holding a glass of red wine, I presume. He smiled at me and slightly raised his glass. Something about him seems familiar. I smiled back and avert my gaze to our table.

"I think we're ready for the check." I look up at her. She nodded and signaled for the waiter to come over our table.

It's not that I don't want to go out more with anyone. It's just the fact that I don't want to date the wrong guy so I'm taking my time looking for the right one. The one, I voice out this thought to Rosalie when we were out of the restaurant and heading towards her apartment.

"Bellsy Wellsy," she sighed. Nothing more was said until we reached her house.

She lives in a 2-storey apartment alone. I guess she needed the space for her designing that's why she bought the home at the first place.

"Make yourself at home. I'm gonna change for a while. The kitchen is all yours if you want anything."

I sat at her posh couch and looked at the picture frames that were at her coffee table and I could tell that there is something was missing. But before I could point it out her telephone rang. It rang for 3 times before I stood up to get it for her.

Why was Rose not picking it up? Did she really expect me to do it for her?

When I reached the hallway, I noticed that she was standing right in front of the phone looking at it as it rang again. I was dumbfounded so I stood there at the hall, looking at my friend who is currently lost at the sight of her phone.

It rang once more before the caller was transferred to the answering machine.

"Hey! Rose baby," it was the sweet gentlemanly voice on the other end but somehow that made Rose gasp. "Baby, it's me; I know you're in there. I saw you come in. You know you just can't LEAVE, right?" there was a pause then, "You bitch! Pick up the phone! DAMN IT!"

Those words made me loose it. I walked towards the phone and picked it up. "Listen you dung! Don't call her again or I swear I will put everything just to have a restraining order on your head. So get your slimy ass off from here and GO TO HELL!" I banged the phone so hard that I hoped that evil slug's ear would break.

"Rose, I am definite of two things. That was Royce being drunk and you guys have broken up, right?" I turned on my heel to face her whose eyes are now nothing but a mirror of fear and pain. I could also tell that she is on the verge of tears. I was about to ask her why didn't she told me about this when she called my name.

"Bella…" she reached her hand for me. The next thing that happened was the last thing I ever imagined.

She collapsed.