Chapter Seven
I got home and there was a new door to my room. Upon further inspection I found there was no lock. Of course. I had only stayed at the hospital for three days, and Alice was there for every minute of it. I even found her sleeping in one of the visitor chairs.
Emmett didn't come back after I told him to leave. We used the excuse that he didn't have enough hours of leave to stay and he was working overtime. Everyone took the excuse hurriedly.
My room hadn't been touched except the new door that looked exactly like my old one. Even my computer was still on. I was happy I didn't pay the electric bill. My clothes hamper was full though. The doctors had told me to take it easy, and that meant I wouldn't be able to do repetitive movements. Like laundry. Which wasn't good because now I needed Emmett to do it for me.
He was in his room, and I could hear him enter the bathroom. He didn't bother locking the doors. Ever. In fact, he sometimes insisted that all the doors in the apartment remained open. Thankfully my bathroom door still had a lock on it. I walked over and turned the small knob. Emmett didn't have a response for once.
You can imagine my shock when I saw Emmett standing at my door while the sink in the bathroom was running. He was only wearing a pair of shorts. I glared at him.
"I leave for a few days because of you and already you have some tramp here?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I wouldn't call Maria a tramp, sis," he said, making sure I understood what he meant by "sis." I stared at him in disbelief and walked up to him. I lowered my voice to a hiss.
"So I'm in the hospital, you go to a bar to forget about me, your ex-fiancé, and pick up a one night stand, saying your sister would be coming home in the morning. Is that right?" I asked, clarifying. He "thought" it over and then nodded with a stupid grin on his face. I nodded as well. I could hear the girl walking towards my door.
"I wonder how she feels about incest," I stated simply before crashing my lips to his. I felt him try to resist the tiniest bit, but I nipped at his lower lip, and he was instantly only thinking of me at that moment. Sometimes I was too good at what I did. He put his hands on my waist while my own traveled to his neck. He backed me into the doorframe before we were interrupted.
"Oh, okay. I'm just, I'm just going to leave now. Um, call me," she said. Emmett didn't stop kissing me, but he nodded to tell her she had been heard. It wasn't until after the front door was closed that he stopped.
"Dammit, I didn't get her number," he said, hands still on my waist. He was still pressing me to the doorframe.
"Oh, poor player, how will you ever go on?" I said viciously. I put my hands on his to move them away, but my efforts were useless. I immediately regretted my plan to get rid of the tramp that was in my apartment. "Emmett, let me go," I said, looking up at him.
"No. You started this, and you're telling me you don't want to finish it?" he said, looking at me like I was crazy. I was still waiting for the day he realized that some people could control their sex drives, unlike he could.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," I said through gritted teeth. My hands were still on his, which were still on my waist.
"What if I want to finish it?" he asked, challenging me. I looked at him, tired of his stupid games.
"If you don't let me go, I'll make you. I don't think that would take too much effort," I whispered. He only laughed, and pressed himself against me more, making the doorframe dig into my back.
"I doubt you could do that, Rosie," he said playfully in my ear. I brought my knee up and felt pleasure when it connected with the desired target.
"I thought I told you never to call me that again," I said, stepping away from the door frame. He was currently on his knees, his face contorted in pain. He raised his hands in mock surrender.
"God, when did you become such a bitch?" he said, his words slurred. I thought it was wrong of me to find pleasure in this, but quickly passed that feeling off.
"When you became an overbearing pri-" I was interrupted by my phone's ring tone.
"'Cause you're hot then your cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in then you're out, you're – " I picked up. Emmett only gaped at me.
"Hello?" I asked. Usually I didn't answer numbers I didn't know, but I suppose I was just too mad to really care about it at that time.
"Is Rosalie there?" I heard a deep, male voice say cautiously. My mind rewound to the night at the bar and I was instantly reminded of the extremely attractive male I had danced with. My breathing quickened.
"This is her," I said. Was that correct English? Did I honestly care at this moment?
"Oh, that's good. I hate getting the wrong number, even though you put it in my- that's not the point. I was just wondering if you wanted to grab some drinks tonight," he said as if we were old friends. I liked how he sounded so nice and inviting. My cheeks turned red, and Emmett was still gaping at me.
I smiled despite myself. "That sounds great," I said slowly, thinking about each word I said before it left my mouth. It had been a long time before I had to think about anything before I said it.
"Same place as before?" he asked. I nodded, not realizing he couldn't see me. Boy did I feel like an idiot.
"Yeah, sure. What time?" I asked quickly. I hoped I wasn't coming off to anxious.
"You wanna meet up a little early, say around six?" he asked. He sounded cautious again, as if he were scared that I would say no.
"Sure, that would be awesome," I said again. This time I didn't think about what I said, it just flowed from my mouth. That stupid smile was still on my face.
"See you then," he said and hung up. I closed my phone, smiling the entire time. Emmett cleared his throat. Smile gone.
"So I can't have a one night stand, but you can go out on a date?" he asked, his arms crossed. Pain was still written across his face. I smiled.
"Dates are classier and usually don't include STD's," I said before walking to the door and closing it.
I changed into a simple black tank top and a different pair of jeans. I decided to add a few curls to my hair, happy for once that my hair could hold anything except color. I didn't even have to use hairspray. I added a little makeup, not much though, only some lip gloss, and unlocked Emmett's bathroom door. I went to my room, and he was lying on the bed. I figured it out. He wanted to annoy me to death.
"I suppose I should be thankful we aren't dating anymore. That would be an interesting relationship. You calling me a prick at every turn, me thinking I'm living with the devil's wife. To be honest, I don't know what ever drew me to you," he said. I crossed my arms. I didn't see the point in all of this to be perfectly honest. Maybe he just liked hearing the sound of his own voice.
"Maybe it was that amazing first date sex. You know, the kind we used to have every night back when we didn't loathe each other," I said sarcastically. He nodded in agreement, I presumed.
"Makes me happy that someone else is going to get that tonight. Try to keep it down. Don't want to scare another one away, do you?" he taunted me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my wallet from the table next to the bed. I put it in my back pocket.
"Anything else you'd like to say, ass jack?" I asked. He had taken a liking to jackass, so I figured if I used something that implied he could be gay it would have more affect on him. So far it was working.
"I am not an ass jack, and I'd like to say I hope you get turned on, then turned down," he said. I could see the plan he had in his mind immediately.
"Emmett, if you keep thinking that way, I'm going to do more damage than any I've done before," I said. He whistled.
"Is that a threat, Rosie?" he asked, a smile on his face. I smiled at him.
"No, Emmy bear. I would never threaten you," I said in a sickly sweet voice. "I'd only promise you something," I said, my voice becoming hard and emotionless. I walked out of my room and to the hall. Men.
I made it to the club exactly at six to see the guy standing there, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall. Why did he have to be so attractive? And he wasn't even my type with his black hair that traveled down past his shoulders (but was pulled back in a lose ponytail), his dark copper colored skin, his soft brown eyes. Not to be racist, but I usually only ever found people from my same ethnic group attractive.
I supposed I had just stopped and stared at him for a while because he stepped forward uneasily. He was shy. And I found that cute. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. He extended a hand and I took it. His skin was extremely warm.
"I don't think we introduced ourselves properly the last time we saw each other. I'm Jacob, but you can call me Jake," he said. The way he rushed his words made me giggle. My hand was still in his.
"I'm Rose," I said, looking down to the pavement. I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks and smiled. It had been a while since I had blushed.
"So, I had this elaborate plan to ask you if you wanted to get something to eat, but I left my blue prints at my house, so I'm just going to have to settle for… this," he said quickly again. I laughed. It was good to know that there were men other than Edward and Jasper that still had a sense of humor in the world.
"Dinner sounds nice," I said, looking back up at him. I was slightly underdressed for dinner, but he didn't seem to mind too much. We each had our own hands again and he led me to a restaurant not far from the bar. The waiter at the front desk smiled in recognition.
"Hey Jake, finally getting out, are we?" he said while laughing. Jake punched his arm lightly. They must have been friends. "Alright, alright. I give up. Just you two?" he said in more formal voice. Jake had a small smile. And for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off him. It was like my first few dates with Emmett. He led us to a table near the back, less populated part of the restaurant.
"So I'll be your waiter. Unusual, I know, the person who told you where to sit is also going to be giving you your food. Can I start you off with something to drink?" he said, smile in place. He suddenly seemed very professional. Well, about as professional as someone who worked at a restaurant could be.
"I'll take water," I said, looking at him with a smile. He looked much like Jake, but more easy going.
"Water," he said as well. The waiter nodded and left. I gave Jake a questioning look. "He's a friend of mine," he said. My mouth made a small "o".
"So I do have a question to ask you," he said suddenly.
"Go ahead," I replied. The waiter came back with our drinks, then left.
"What was with the dancing at the club the other night?" he said. That was a fairly easy question, I suppose.
"I was drunk and my annoying bastard of an ex, who I still live with, was being overbearing," I said. Cliff notes version would work for this situation, right? He did notice the major thing though, which I suppose could be a good thing.
"So let me get this straight. Stop me if I'm wrong. You and your ex, who hate each other, still live together?" I nodded. That sounded fairly accurate. "And you do this because? I think I would go crazy if I ever lived with my ex," he said. That made me laugh.
"Our parents pay the rent for the apartment and they want us to get married. We "still haven't set a date yet," so they aren't being too pushy. Yet. And my friends all think we're together still as well, so we have to keep up appearances," I said easily. I was surprised with myself at how easily I could tell him the truth. No one knew the truth except Emmett and myself, and now this person I had no doubt grinded upon. Oh well. I took a sip of water.
"A day in the life of the average woman. Must be hell though, seriously. Do you two share a room still?" he asked. I laughed at his question.
"Oh God no. If we shared a room we'd both be dead. Hell, he sent me to the hospital the other day," I said lightly. It occurred to me we weren't even looking at our menus.
"He's… abusive?" he asked. I could see anger flare up in his eyes, and my own widened at the thought of Emmett being abusive.
"No no, we just got in an argument and I tripped after he moved me. I was drunk, so my balance wasn't too good to begin with," I said hurriedly. He nodded, and I hoped it was in understanding.
"That would make it your fault and his fault, right?" he asked. The more I thought about it, the more it wasn't just Emmett's fault. I nodded and he laughed.
That's about how the rest of dinner passed, only with drinks. Well, I had drinks. He only ever had a small glass of wine, and that came with a disapproving look from the waiter-friend person. He walked me home, and I can tell you that it wasn't a very steady walk home on my part. Apparently his house was only a few blocks away, but I couldn't tell you which blocks away they were.
"So here you are, home with what was his name? Emmett?" he asked. His words were slurred heavily, but I think that was just my brain messing with things.
"Yup," I said, popping the "p". Hopefully I didn't have any friends over. That could be a bad thing.
"Well, have fun with whatever it is you two are going to bicker about tonight," he said. I laughed and nodded.
"I'll try," I said happily.
"And don't forget to tell me all about it," he said. I nodded again. It had been a long time since I laughed knowing that the person I was laughing with knew everything that was going on in my life. It felt good. He took my hand and kissed it, causing me to blush and giggle. I was worse than a schoolgirl with a crush.
"Sorry," he said. "I saw that once somewhere and always wondered what it would be like to kiss someone's hand," he continued. It made me laugh again. I had to really lighten up on the vodka if I wanted to keep seeing him. "Not as satisfying, I must admit," he said, shaking his head. He still had my hand in his, and I took his hand and pulled him closer. I put my free hand on his cheek and kissed him. He seemed surprised at first, but kissed me back. I was surprised at how good a kisser he was.
Surprisingly I broke the kiss sooner than either of us would have liked, but I was feeling lightheaded, which almost never happened.
"Goodnight," I said nicely.
"Goodnight to you too," he said just as nicely. I smiled at him as I walked towards the elevator.
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