Yes! Another update! Can you believe it?? I know, it's amazing! :D This one is from Rosalie's point of view and it focuses mainly on her and her life. Or what she considers to be important. Enjoy!
Rosalie POV
I am beautiful. There's no doubt in my mind. And that made me wonder why I still wasn't dating my dream guy. He was here, in Forks, going to my high school and I've only ever had a few conversations with him. It wasn't fair. All these people got who they wanted and they were plain looking. Beautiful people are supposed to get what they want!
But, no, he choses to play football and completely not realize that I am even alive. I sometimes just want to crawl into a hole and stay there. But, then I would get dirty so I decide against it. And instead of telling everyone the reason I am single is because I can't get the guy I want, I just tell them that no one is good enough for me here. Maybe he'll hear that and feel bad. Then again, probably not. He'll probably just shrug it off.
I don't know why I like him so much. He's huge. Like the size of a bear. No, not the biggest guy in school, but still. And when the football players get done with practice, they walk through cheerleading practice. Some have their shirts off. He always does. His muscles are so amazing. He lifts up his water bottle and takes a drink and I can see his biceps flexing under his pale skin. He flashes a quick smile to one of the guys, laughing at a joke or something and he's got the most adorable dimples. And those football pants he wears are awesome. I really can't wait for baseball season because with those pants, there are no pads.
Because he plays football, I've started to watch it and learn about it. Just in case I ever talk to him and it comes up. I even begged Edward to teach me to play baseball. He says I am good.
Why am I this crazy about a guy? He should be crazy about me. That's the way it should be. I shouldn't want him, pine for him, cry for him, and plead to God for him. But I do.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as the bell rang. It was now time to head home for an hour before cheerleading practice. I grabbed my purple tote and my Gucci purse and headed for the door, only to be intercepted by Lauren and the other two.
"Hey, Rosalie! So, do we have some new stuff this year to work on!"
I smiled a fake smile at Lauren. She really wasn't bad looking, in a pathetic way. I couldn't stand the fact that she wanted to be just like me. I mean, who wouldn't, but really, no one could. Besides, isn't it better to be yourself?
"Yeah, I've got a new dance to show everyone."
She beamed a smile up at me and pulled her yellow tote bag closer to her side. It was just like mine. Oh well, I have many more at home. They kept following me out to my baby. That is, my brand new red BMW convertible. Edward thought it was ridiculous that I wanted this car, but my parents didn't bat an eye when I asked them, so I got it.
"Alright, well I will see you girls in an hour. Don't be late."
I quickly got into my convertible and started the engine. I looked over to his jeep. It was so masculine and it fit him perfectly. Then there was that stupid red Chevy parked next to it. It was all old and rusty. At least the car on the other side wasn't bad. It was a maroon Mercedes.
And then I saw him. He was walking with two other people, girls, and he went to his jeep and grabbed his football bag out of it. The two girls said there goodbyes and one got into the Chevy and the other into the Mercedes. He headed back towards the gym.
I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding and headed out of the parking lot.
So, did this sound like her at all? I need feedback people! :P
