Rosalie Point of View

I kept casting looks over at Emmett and the rest of the Cullen's in the parking lot and I could've sworn I felt his gaze on the back of my head when I tuned and opened my backpack to grab my iPod. Suddenly, I heard a cross between a screeching and skidding sound and a horn being blasted. I spun around as fast as I could to see Tyler losing control of his van and it heading straight for me. I could tell it was going to it me no nearly about it. Before I could move or even react, Emmett came out of nowhere and put a hand between us and the van.

I was almost shaking as mine and Emmett's eyes met. He'd just put a distinctly hand shaped dent in Tyler's van with his bare hand and sped over to me across the car park like it was nothing. Before I could say anything, he'd left me alone trapped between Tyler's mini-van and my truck and I was being surrounded by frantic and worried high school students as I stood up shakily. Jessica called an ambulance and Tyler kept apologizing even though I said I wasn't mad and I was fine, but no one listened: as per normal.

I was taken straight to the emergency room. Tyler had a minor concussion and a cut was bleeding pretty badly on his forehead, but otherwise he was fine. I wasn't even hurt and I was starting to lose my patience with the hospital staff who refused to let me leave without my father's and a doctor's consent, my dad arrived shortly after I was admitted.

"Rose," he said, sounding relieved. "Are you okay?" He glared at Tyler. "You and I are going to have a serious talk, mister."

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dad," I said, trying not to show my impatience at the hospital staff to him. I didn't want him to think I was angry with him "Calm down."

"I'm sorry, Rosalie. I tried to stop, I really did," said Tyler.

"Don't worry about it, it's okay," I assured him.

"No, it sure as heck is not okay," said Charlie, sternly.

"Dad, it was an accident. It wasn't his fault."

"You could've been killed, you understand that?" He glared at Tyler again. "You can kiss your license good-bye."

I sighed and rolled my eyes as blond doctor came in and said, "I heard the chief's daughter was in here so I thought I better come take a look." Great now I was a fairground attraction for the doctors here.

"Dr. Cullen," said Charlie.

"Charlie," said Dr. Cullen. "I'll take care of this one, Jackie." He was given a chart and looked over it. "Well, Rosalie, looks like you had quite a spill. How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"Okay," said Dr. Cullen. He held up a flashlight and one finger. "Look here, please. You might experience some post-traumatic stress or disorientation, but your vitals look good. No signs of any head trauma. I think you'll be just fine."

"Thanks," I said. "You know it would've been a lot worse if Emmett wasn't there. He, uh, knocked me out of the way."

"Emmett?" Charlie repeated. "Your boy?"

"Yeah, it was amazing. He got to me so fast and he was nowhere near me."

"Sounds like you were very lucky," said Dr. Cullen, smiling but it seemed a bit forced. "Okay, you're free to go as soon as you'd like."

"Thank you," I said.

Charlie and I left the emergency room and then I breathed easier. I absolutely hated hospitals. They always made me feel uncomfortable, especially when I was the one unlucky enough to be the patient. Unfortunately, I seemed to spend a large majority of my time in them and had gotten to know the staff at Phoenix General Hospital quite well. It was only fair I mused that I got to know Forks' staff just as well.

"I've got to go sign some paperwork; you should call your mom."

My heart sank. "Did you seriously tell her?"

Charlie nodded and I groaned. "She's probably going bonkers with worry right now. Thanks a lot, Dad."

I grabbed my phone and started walking off to call my mother when I heard the Cullen's talking. I stopped moving and listened in.

"…fifteen kids saw what happened today, you imbecile" said Isabella, sounding angry.

"What was I supposed to do, then? Let her die?" said Emmett, growling.

"This isn't just about you," Isabella snapped. "This is about all of us. One human to …"

"I think we should take this into my office Bella," said Dr. Cullen.

I couldn't believe it. They were arguing because Emmett had saved me from being killed by Tyler's van. I didn't understand why. Was I hated that much by them or something that they really wanted me dead? What difference did it make if Emmett or anyone else saved me? What did Isabella mean by a human, like she wasn't? I cleared my throat, making myself known to them as they turned to stare at me: well Isabella glared but that wasn't anything new.

"Hey, Emmett, can I talk to you alone please?" I asked.

He nodded and walked over to me as Dr. Cullen went off with Bella. But not before she sent Emmett a warning glance and touched his shoulder, making him shiver in an odd way.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I just wanted to thank you for saving me today."

"No problem. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Yes, actually. There's something I want to ask you."

"Shoot."

"How did you get to me so fast?"

I watched his face and I could tell he was flat-out lying when he said, "I was standing right next to you, Rosalie."

I shook my head. "No, you were by your family's cars across the lot. I saw you."

"No, I wasn't," he said, chuckling.

"Yes, you were," I said, feeling a little angry, he was going to admit this even if I had to stand here all day.

He shifted uncomfortably and put on a fake smile. "Rosalie, you, uh, you hit your head. I think you're a little bit confused."

"I know exactly what I saw," I insisted.

"And what exactly was that?" he demanded.

"You stopped the van. You pushed it away with your hand."

"Well, no one's going to believe you," he said, sounding angry.

"I wasn't going to tell anybody," I said, hurt by his lack of faith in me. "I just need to know the truth. I hate lying so I want to know why I'm covering for you! "

"Fine. The truth is I saved you from being killed. That's all. The start and the end of the matter." He gazed at me. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"No."

"Well, then you'd better get used to disappointment."

I sighed in frustration as he walked off. So much for answers all he did was create more questions. Why was he lying to me straight to my face like that? I knew what he'd done; I just didn't know how he'd done it. What was so bad that he couldn't tell me?

But I didn't have time to ponder that any further as I'd already missed half a dozen messages from my mother, who was frantic already and I knew if I didn't call her soon she'd assume the worst. I called her and it took two hours for me and Charlie to convince her that I was all right.

After that, I just did my homework and listened to some music.

That night, I didn't sleep well. I kept seeing Emmett's topaz eyes on me, watching me wherever I went. They always seemed to move in the same instant that mine did and it was a really uncomfortable and downright creepy feeling. When I woke up, I could've sworn I saw him standing there in the shadows, but he was gone by the time I had switched on my bedside lamp.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Was I losing it or was Emmett on my mind more than I was actually willing to admit? That was the first night I dreamt of Emmett Cullen and I had a feeling, that no matter how hard I tried to fight it, it wouldn't be the last.

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