This is like a week late...I'm sorry!
D is for delinquent
"Emmett," Carlisle sighed, motioning for his son to sit in his office. "Now we're in Forks you have to go to school. We've let you off so far, but this is a small town. You can't be swinging from trees - I'll be arrested."
"Carlisle, I just don't think I'm ready to be around all those humans." Emmett lied, trying his best to look sheepish. It didn't fool Carlisle. "Fine!" Emmett relents, throwing his massive hands into the air and storming out of the room angrily. "Why do I have to go to school anyway," he mutters, kicking the wall. Plaster crumbled to the floor and a tutting noise sounded from behind him.
Alice stood, eyebrow raised, shaking her head in good nature. Had it been anyone else, they might have gone through the window, but Alice simply got a booming laugh. "Esme won't be pleased," she muses, surveying the damage. "Want me to tell her?"
Emmett nods gratefully and heads to his room to sulk some more. "Rosie will be home soon; don't worry, Em. School isn't so bad. I like chemistry, because I could blow you up right now. Well, I'd have to get the chemicals, but mark my words, if you touch any of my clothes..I could blow you up."
A twinkle comes to Emmett's eyes and Alice can almost see what's going through his head. It's like a movie sequence, with Emmett imagining what things he could blow up first. Alice purses her lips.
"I'd hold back on the explosives though...Esme might be the worst time bomb of all if you keep breaking the house."
Alice, as usual, was right, and Rosalie was back in twenty minutes. By the time she was back, Emmett wasn't brooding anymore, but he was still annoyed. He'd always been the class clown, and now he couldn't even do that, because it all seemed so mundane and boring.
"Babe, it really isn't that bad," Rosalie rubbed his back and sighed, leaning her head on his chest. "You'll get through it. I brought back a brochure of the high school we go to, and I can tell you anything you wanna know."
Emmett resisted the urge to groan some more, and flipped through the brochure halfheartedly. "It looks boring." Emmett eventually deadpanned, letting the papers fall to the floor and leaning his head back on the wall.
"No-one is saying you have to do anything in school. You can fail the whole damn thing but Esme has her heart on staying here, and Alice won't tell anyone why, and she's blocked Edward's thoughts, but something big is about to happen. And would you rather suffer a little school work or have to move back somewhere like Alaska where all we had to look at was each other?"
Upon seeing Emmett's downcast expression, Rosalie thought a little humor was needed. "I love that girl in the next room like she is my real sister, and you know how sisters can fight. If I have to stare at her grinning face for any period of over twenty minutes for the foreseeable future, I just do not know what I will do to you for not going to school."
And so on Monday morning, armed with a backpack and Esme two steps behind him, hurrying to keep up with the gentle giant, Emmett faced the lady at the office with his timetable. He told Esme that he'd be fine registering by himself, but Esme had insisted she was there too, because she didn't entirely trust him to actually get into school without her behind him.
"Hello, Mrs Cullen," desk lady said politely. "You must be Emmett. Welcome to Forks High. Here is your timetable, map, and a leaflet with the general rules. You're in room 104 for homeroom, okay?"
"Yep," Emmett said, eager to be back with Rosalie, the only thing keeping him sane.
"Have a good day, sweetie," Esme said, and she disappeared out of the door. Emmett watched her drive away and his heart sunk. There was a part of him that thought Esme would have let him off. He found his siblings and wife in the courtyard laughing and goofing around. He mutely joined them and Rosalie squeezed his hand.
Emmett smirked and slapped her butt, which made Rosalie squeak. "Not in school, Emmett!" Rosalie giggled, smoothing her dress down. Emmett frowned yet again but gave his beautiful Rosie a smile.
With her by his side, Emmett was ready to face the day.
By lunch, Emmett had received a detention, two warnings from teachers, and a yelling at by Mr Hillberry who did not like his crack about Shakespeare being behind the times. Rosalie had been behind him all the while, kicking, slapping, or swatting at him to try and shut him up.
"You are going to be expelled!" Rosalie hissed, exasperated, by the end of the day, and she suddenly realized that that was his plan. "Well, you're not, because I'm going to make sure of it."
She whispered something in his ear that made Alice giggle and Edward choke. "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" Emmett narrows his eyes.
"I'm a firm believer in withholding things for negative behavior," she winks, and she's trying to stop herself from laughing. "If you get expelled, no "physical contact" for a month."
The way she had phrased it this time was simply to save her dignity, though she knew her siblings had heard her crude words the first time, anyway.
"You're being a delinquent!" Rosalie continued, "And I don't share a bed with delinquents."
"Oh, please. That's what every princess says at the start of the movie: Claire Standish, The Breakfast Club, Rapunzel, Tangled, and I'm pretty sure Princess Peach was two timing Mario with Bowser."
"Just shut up and kiss me before I run away with Mario, then, Bowser," Rosalie laughed, getting cut off by Emmett's lips on her own.
Emmett didn't mind going to school when he knew Rosalie would be there; she'd always be just a step behind, ready to help him up because after all, even if he was only a delinquent, he was her delinquent, and he wouldn't let her forget it.