A/N I'm back with more drama...I seriously think some of you are going to hate me by the end of this one, but I had a moment of inspiration and had to put it in...so please don't kill me yet!
also as asked for by ayoladylala, there is more emmett pov in this chapter, because lets face it: we all love a good healthy dose of Emmett!
Oh, and the start of this chapter is just something I wanted to try, it's looking at a couple from someone else's perspective and it was really interesting to do, so prferably don't hate on it...other than that I think I'm finished in my rambling...
Wait! One last thing: I'd really like to thank everyone for the positive reviews and comments, please keep them coming!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Twilight.
Warning: there is some lime in this chapter...just a sprinkle, but you know, if you don't like, don't read.
Chapter Four
...Bella...
Gripping my tattered copy of 'Wuthering heights' closer to my chest for fear of dropping the beloved item, I watched as Rose and Em embraced one another at the end of the coirridor. Nobody could call Em small, his broad fame twering over six foot was easily identifiable amongst the throng of students, and many would say he'd never find a girl that could confidently stand by his side.
They were wrong.
My eyes shifted specifically to the long legged blond that looked up at him with that stare. Rose wasn't exactly an easy person to get along with - and that would be putting it mildly. It wasn't that she was mean per se, Rose was just...Rose. That was the only way I could describe her.
Trying to put to words a character like Rose had been a challenge. I usually simply created fictional protagonists, but my mentor had suggested I put my 'keen observational skills' to use and write a story based upon the people around me. In all fairness, the resulting product had been nothing to complain about. But it left me with a particualar soft spot for the relationship I'd studied in secret, and even now, months after the assignment, I still catch myself watching over them.
After the display at breakfast everyone was placing bets on the odds that they'd break up.
In my opinion there was no chance that Rose an Em would ever separate, there was so much between them, something the new girl, no matter her persistence, would not be able to beat or break.
I used to be extremely jealous of them - it wasn't that I wanted either if them that way: I'm straight, so Rose wasn't really an option, and Emmett...he's like an older brother to me. No, I just want what they have, that connection, the beauty of their relationship, the ease of it. Then again, my undersanding of that relationship improved greatly over the course of my observations and now, even though some of that envy is still very much present when I see them together, I respecthey both fought for what they have, it wasn't just a free delivered gift. Furthermore they are constantly battling problems that are thrown in their direction, Lauren is the perfect example, it's not quite as easy as I originally thought
Doesn't mean I don't still want what they have.
Who doesn't?
I doubt there is one teenage girl in the world that doesn't want to find love at some point in their life.
Even Tanya - the hyper, most carefree, individual girl at the academy appears to have found love in sweet little Maggie.
And what makes it worse, is that I even have the guy, if only he'd see me. It's almost like I'm an invisible figure to him as he rushes about, one hundred percent focused on his latest experiment, the look of concentration on his face so beautiful it makes my heart ache in want.
But I'll never have the confidence to do anything about it. I live in my stories, as Nessie would say, and in my stories the Prince alays comes to rescue his princess.
I return my focus to the pair at the end of the hallway and study thm as Em dips his head and whispers something in Rose's ear that makes her laugh - transforming her face into something almost unaturally stunning, I doubt nessie could paint something better.
Rose is one of those girls that demands attention, even without trying. To put it simply: she's beautiful. Heartbreakingly so, with the hourglass figure and tumbling golden blond hair coupled with piercing violet eyes, she is the epitome of perfection...but add in her smile, and you get someone radiant and elegant and strangely innocent in their beauty.
But that wasn't all there was to Rose, even though she likes to make us all think that. She is vain - there was no arguing that - but she wasnt without character and it was easy to see why Em had fallen for her, with her fiery, confident yet guarded personality, she was everything Em needed to keep him occupied. If Rose was the statue then Em was the sleepless sculptor, because he was one of those guys that needed to be active twenty-four-seven, he didn't do boring.
And it could not be denied that Rose was in absolutely no way boring.
So, as cliche and corny as it sounded - and I'm a writer - the only way you could describe the pair was simple: they completed one another.
And it was that sense of rightness of being perfect for someone else...That was what I wanted.
Unfortunately, Edward Mason didn't even talk to me.
"Bellllaaaaa." The voice cut through my thoughts.
"Huh?" dazed, I couldn't formulate something to say to the intruder.
"You've been standing there staring for ages now," Alice giggled as she hooked her arm through mine, her small face dimpled with her taunting grin.
"Sorry." I muttered, shaking my head and frowning. I always did this, when someone drew me away from an extended thought process. It was like just being woken up but not being completely awake yet.
I looked to Alice and saw her eyes settle on Em and Rose, who had now begun to walk hand in hand down the corridor presumably to their next lesson, Em lowering his head to kiss Rose on the cheek, drawing her closer as he did.
"I love my brother but damn him for being so perfectly happy." Alice stated and I smiled, because we were on the same wavelegnth when it came to this particular subject.
Alice had everyone wrapped around her finger, but that was because she could make herself all cute and innocent in a heartbeat, when in reality there was an evil genius lurking beneath the surface. Those two factors paired together made for one hell of a mischief maker, but since everyone adored her, she never got in trouble for it. However, when it came to a certain southern boy by the name of Jasper Whitlock, Alice was less in control than she appeared.
There was just one problem: he didn't notice.
And hence, we were on the exact same page in our one-sided relationships.
Our joint inability to capture the attentions of the guys we liked was how our friendship had been born, but it thrived regardless to our unrequited love. We'd been best friends since then, pretty much inseparable, regardless to our differing tastes in fashion.
And Renesmee...well, she noticed my longing for her brother within two days of being at the school - it had embarrassed me to an innumerable degree that I was so obvious in my longing - and came to apologise for Edwards 'extreme lack of awareness and understanding of a girls actions and affections'. I hadn't known how to handle her at first, being shy like I was, but her and Alice took to one another immediately and I guess they swept me up in their little whirlwind. But no friendship is perfect, and the arguments Nessie and Alice could have were catastrophic, the 'run for your life' sort.
But of course, that was where I came in: I was the 'glue' as they'd so christened me, and somehow, unlikely though it may have been, we were a united trio, had been now for some time.
"Honestly, I really wish you two would just go for it. If you spent even a tenth of the time you spend daydreaming about them, actually doing something about it: they'd be yours." Nessie sighed dramatically as she looped her arm through my only free one, het expression disapointed. Alice and I glared at her, but she just grinned back at us mischievously, "so, Ben and Jerrys so you two can tell me all about it?"
...Emmett...
There was something extremely attractive about Rose in glasses...I just couldn't put my finger on it. I felt like some kind of obsessed moron as I stared at her but I didn't care.
The little frown between her eyebrows as she concentrated, the way she nibbled her lower lip when she thought something through, the small incline of her head exposing the smooth skin of the neck, all of it, the combinaton of all the little actions tuned me on to an embarrassing degree.
Even the gentle tap of her pen against the table was fascinating, though some might see it as an extremely annoying habit, and before we were together, I had seen it that way too...
In fact the first thing I ever said to her, if I recall correctly, was something along the lines of 'are you aware that there have been scientific studies that show the majority of people detest incessant noises that don't stop?' I had been sat at one of the grand oak desks in the library, working through my maths homework on differentiation and integration at the time I'd registered the continuous noise.
At first I'd thought it was a clock, until I'd realised it was too fast and then I'd recognised that it was the offense of the person sitting at the desk to my right. Of course I'd been decent to begin with but fuck, it had been so irritating that I just couldn't take it anymore and I blurted out the remark - without ever looking up from the text in front of me - knowing the person would get the hint. When the noise stopped suddenly I'd taken it as my cue to glance up, my eyes locking with those huge violet orbs and I knew in that split second I was a goner.
She'd looked at me with her eyebrow raised, her piercing eyes challenging as she appraised me before saying simply, 'are you aware that there are scientific studies proving the majority of people don't like to be insulted when first spoken to, its not the way to make an introduction' Of course I'd smiled, respecting her for the retort and intrigued by her within seconds of meeting, but never one to back down, I'd just said, 'Yes, but I think those scientists have far to much time on their hands, who knows they arent spouting a load if bullshit?'
And she'd laughed.
And she'd been so goddamn beautiful I'd just known that I had to have her, that she'd be mine. Sure, I hadn't known how hard it would be at the time - innocently looking at the girl of my dreams try to smother her laughter when the librarian came towards us - I was in no way prepared for the shitload of hell that was coming my way.
Not that I regretted one second of the journey...
Focusing back on the classroom, I smiled at the memory.
Leaning in close to her I whispered in her ear, "do you know how hot you are right now?" I felt the shudder that ran through her body and had a small blossoming pride.
"I'm wearing my glasses, sweating because of the fucking heat in this room and struggling with Poetry, I am not hot right now." she muttered, scribbling something down that the professor had been blathering about for the past ten minutes before finally stopping and instructing us to do independant reasearch for the remainder of the lesson - thank fuck.
Literature was one of my faviourite subjects, despite my inability to pay attention. I suspected it had something to do with my gifts for maths, literature was something different and challenging, and I did actually like reading.
But today I was too damn horny to listen to the professor - a whole weekend has been too fucking long without my girl. "You look sexy as hell, babe, and we both know it." I licked her throat to emphasise my point and heard her gasp, but Rose was not one to back down, and damn I wanted a challenge.
She turned to look in my eyes, hers disaprooving, but I could see the darkness in them, the lust, "teasing Em?" she purred, tilting her head to the side.
Fuck I wanted her.
Right now.
"Course, getting you all riled up is one of my favourite hobbies." I replied with a smirk, brushing her hip with my hand to her quick intake of breath.
"Well it's hardly fair that I receive all the teasing." she argued her eyes flashing in humour as she shifted under my touch.
"You're welcome to tease me anytime you want Rosie." I answered, licking my lips, knowing damn well she could be a tease when she wanted, and shit Rosie the tease was an overload of sexy.
"Sure you want that?" she inquired, her voice doubtful as her eyes scanned my body in a way no good girl would do: possesive and lust-crazed and all dirty-thoughts-and-kinky-fantasies-and-hot-sex.
"Positive." I murmured, close enough to her now that the urge to take that stubborn mouth was overwhelming. So huge was the urge that I didn't notice her hands - my eyes too focused on those full lips that could give so much pleasure, pleasure no other man would ever know - not until I felt her fingers dance up the inside of my thigh and I had to bite back a groan.
I loved this woman.
"So you're positive, are you? You can handle the teasing?" her tone was mocking and innocent, completely at odds with her actions.
"Yeah." I attempted to be calm but it came out thick and rough. She smiled confidently before moving her hand up to cup me suddenly with a boldness that had only come after we'd been together some time.
"Fuck!" It slipped out as my eyes closed in pleasure, my dick reacting instantly to her touch, a thousand debauched images flashing through my mind.
"Alright there Em?" she questioned, her hand now petting slowly. I swallowed thickly and nodded, my mind struggling to stay coherent as blood rushed from my head southward whilst she squeezed and shaped, her touch getting more firm as seconds passed. "Hmm I suppose I'll have to try harder..."
"Shit" I gasped my eyes widening as she picked up the pace, her movements confident and sure, unsurprising considering how long we'd been together, but fuck it never got old. "Rose..." I whispered harshly, unnerved by the fact I was not at all bothered by the fact we were in a classroom, in the middle of a lesson.
"Yes Em?"
"More." I ordered as my hips moved subconsciously under her touch, trying to prolongue the contact my dick had with her hand.
"But that wouldn't be the point now would it?" she argued and I hissed and the sensual tone of her voice.
"Rose." I warned, if she wanted to play this game then I'd fucking well play it.
Laughing huskily, the sound making me harden impossibly further, she shook her head and pulled her hand away, making my mouth hang open.
She didn't just get me to the point of a near painful hard-on, just to leave me unsatisfied.
"Rosie," I complained, pouting at her, the dimples on full show.
"Don't use the puppy dog pout on me." She snapped, picking up her pen and beginning to write again.
"Rose I'm sat here with a major-"
"Not my problem," she silenced me with the firm statement.
"It damn well is." I growled quietly.
She shrugged, turning back to her notes, "think of something disgusting, like fucking Lauren." she suggested and my face hardened. I knew Rose and I knew that whilst her voice had been light and sarcastic, she wanted to see my reaction.
I was no fool, I knew that she had her insecurities, hell I had seen the look in her eyes last night, but she didn't often show them. Still, I hated seeing the uncertainty in her eyes. "Rose don't even joke about that." I muttered, my eyes fixed on her face.
"Why not, according to Garrett and Jasper she is 'sex on a stick'. Im sure she's good in bed too- hell she's had enough experience- so why not go for it?" Rose proposed, running her hands through her long hair, hair I'd fisted as I sunk into her in passion, hair I'd toyed with as she curled up against me in comfort, hair I'd dried with a towel as she stood giggling familiarly, I loved her hair, and I loved to mess with it because I was the only one who was allowed to - not even Tanya got that privilege.
But Rose messing with her hair, that was a dead give away that she was uncomfortable.
Shit, I hated the new girl so fucking much.
I gritted my teeth, my dick officially not hard any longer.
Thing is, I'd never been attracted to the easy, over confident, purely bitchy girls. Rose may come across as a bitch, but that's her wall, and she uses it skilfully to keep people out and protect herself, hiding the amazing girl behind the mask in the process... Lauren on the other hand, I doubted there was anything real about her.
"Yeah if you like to be infested with disease. Experience has never been a factor, look at us." I said. Truth was, Rose had been fairly innocent when we got together, not because nobody had wanted her or she'd never had the chance, nope, Rose had chosen not to get involved with any guys because she didn't want them. But that hadn't bothered me one bit, actually, I'd been even more eager to make her mine, to claim her, in every way humanly possible. "Rose, it's always been you, please stop doubting that."
"I'm not, it's just..." she sighed before turning to look me in the eye, "I know her type, Em, and she's not going to back down, we're dealing with another me here for all intents and purposes, and that's what worries me - what if she is like me, as in exactly like me? who says you won't fall for her like you did me? I'm not saying it hadn't always been me till now, but you might find something in her you haven't got in me, and then..." I heard the tremor in her voice, knew she wanted to cry but would never ever do it. She trailed off, dropping her gaze to the table, her hair falling in a caurtain around her face.
"No one else could be you. Ever. You rock my world, every time. I love you, and don't forget it. Lauren will never be anything like you, because you're Rosalie fucking Hale and you're one of a kind." I saw her hesitant smile that broke into a beam as I finished.
Turning to look at me once more, a rare tenderness in her expression, "I love you." she whispered shuffling in closer till she leaned against me and I wrapped my arm around her waist.
"I'm counting on that." I joked kissing her head.
"I'm going to take her down, just so you know." she continued, the hatred in her voice just beneath the surface.
"Fine by me. She deserves it." I responded honestly, I still couldn't believe that the bitch had actually tried to come between me and my Rose. It just wasn't going to happen. Ever.
...Lauren...
Lunch.
Not really my meal of the day: I usually skipped it - so not worth gaining the extra calories.
But I had an extremely brilliant reason to go to this one paricular lunch.
My Dad had finally responded to my message, after several goes round with his latest secretary I'm sure.
Regardless, after a legnthy paragraph of the usual 'that is no way to speak to your father and for your information my secretary's name is Clarissa and she deserves to be treated with respect from you and as far as miss Denali is concerned, I'm sure she is a lovely woman, shame I havent had the chance to meet her' - complete bullshit as per usual - he gave me what I wanted.
And damn, the Hale's were very well known.
Turns out Mr Hale is head of a company that does foreclosing and buying out in debt companies etc all across the greater pat of America. The elder Hales have the typical business man/high society wife marriage with a total of four children, two daughters and two sons.
This past weekend, the Hales made plenty of newspapers as the eldest daughter, a Miss Emily Hale, married this past weekend to some lawyer. My Dad, it turns out, had had lots of reasearch on the Hales done already, as it is this lawyer who is going to be the eventual successor to my Dad's biggest competitor.
Probably why I recognised the name.
Also, whilst the eldest Hale son is planning to follow in his fathers footsteps and take over the Hale's company, my faher has been keeping a close eye on the youngest who has recently joined his now brother-in-laws company and promises to be a big success. Like me, my dad doesn't do competition, he just exterminates it, and the youngest son was getting too much publicity. Bastard that he is though, my father had to make a side comment about him being a possible future for me - ha! if he's anything like his bitch of a sister, 'd shoot him before the end of the first date.
Moving on, even though the three eldest children have poven to be a great source of pride for their parents, the youngest Hale daughter, a Miss Rosalie, has somewhat shamed her family when leaving expensive, private tuition to attend Cullen Academy for voice and dance - shit, guess we will see a lot of one another. Still, nothing interesting there, that much I probably could have gotten myself. Rosalie was the typical rebellious daughter from high class society families, the pressures of her pearents causing her to act out, or some crap like that...a little like me i supposed, but I had no siblings with which to compare myself to, which I guessed is why Rosalie was getting more shame than I was. Not that I gave one ounce o shit to her daily problems, no, I was planning on making them a hell of a lot worse.
I'd asked my dad for a reason though, and he didn't disappoint. the news he'd given was probably the most resent and most exquisitely exciting.
It turned out that despite Miss Rosalie's embarrassing decision, her father was still very much determined to make her useful to the family, preferably by marrying her off to the richest bastard that offered.
That wasn't really a surprise, coming from the same circles as her, I knew for a fact that marriage was becoming the most popular way of increasing fame and furtune, and in the world of buisness, it was also a way to cut out enimies by merging companies - luckily my dickhead of a dad was too self obsessed to care quite yet. But I knew arranged marriage was a possibility on the horizon. I just figured tough love, as long as he's rich and handsome, I can have as many fucks behind his back as I want.
However, it appeared the Hales were having little success in marrying off their youngest daughter because Miss Ice Queen was not taking to any of the guys they introduced her to, and that's the polite version. According to daddy, she'd actually punched one of the candidates during her sisters reception. In my opinion, the bitch had no finece - at least sleep with the guy first and get something out of it! I seriously thought that she should make a choice fast because the percentage of guys that would be stupidly willing enough to Marry the crazy cow was exceedingly low anyway - and numbers were no doubt dwindling.
But it seemed that one suitor at least - the idiot - was most determined to have the youngest Hale daughter as his own, and, as daddy relaid, had just yesterday struck a deal with Mr Hale: a merge in companies for Miss Rosalie's hand in marriage - sucker.
Obviously, that had been too high to refuse for Mr Hale, the promise of money and fortune within his grasp, he'd literally sold his daughter.
And so it turns out that Rosalie is, as of yesterday - engaged.
And who was going to tell Emmett the devastating news?
Why moi of course.
Okay so i know it's quite a bit shorter than last time but I wanted it to end on this cliffie.
Anyway, hope you liked this installment, reviews are welcome.
oh, and if you want anyone's Pov in particualr please let me know and I will try to work it in, even if it's characters I haven't done yet :)