Chapter Seven of Coincidence or Fate
My alarm clock blares far too loudly for me to even cope with. I jut out my fist to make it stop and I'm really surprised that I didn't kill the stupid piece of machine. I mean, I hit hard … for a girl anyway. I'm also really surprised that the fucking sound doesn't stop. How does the floor not hit the off button. Or at least unplug it. God, I must be tired as hell still if I thinking about a stupid alarm clock. I'm not surprised that it feels like I didn't get a wink of sleep. My dreams were blurred with Rosalie's face. Everywhere I looked, there she was.
I don't understand, how can someone think of someone so much? I even dream about Rosalie. I dream about how her face lights up when she smiles. I dream about the look on her face when she's sure about something. I dream about all the perfect things that make Rosalie, Rosalie. I can't take my mind off of her. Every move I make it's always "Rosalie" then moves hand or "Rosalie" then moves to start walking down the street. It's just Rosalie this and Rosalie that. Wow, the halls at school are like my thoughts. Always about Rosalie! She's the fucking center of attention. I don't get it. How the fuck does she get so much attention? Whatever … if I keep thinking about it I'm gonna be late for first period.
Right as I pull into the parking lot you know what I notice first? The only parking space that's available is right next to the devil herself. Rosalie Hale. Can you believe my luck? I mean, first I wake up thinking about Rosalie and now I'm starting the day seeing the actual Rosalie. God, all the time, it's always ROSALIE! God, why can't she stay out of my head? I swear she teleports into my brain just to mess with it. I mean, why would I willingly think of her? It just doesn't make sense.
I actually thought that I could just pass by her without her seeing me. I feel stupid thinking for a second that that would work. "Bella." Of course her voice would be the first voice I hear today. I mean, she's always first, first and first. She's always got to be first, even in my fucking life. She continues on saying, "Do you have my shirt?"
I glance at her and answer with a clipped, "No." I'm lying, I do have her shirt, but do I really want to give the satisfaction of remembering to bring it? Besides, I haven't even washed it yet for reasons I don't even know. Whatever, it's not even laundry day, so I'm not going to waste my water supply on her stupid shirt. And maybe somewhere in the back of my head I just didn't want her scent to fade from the shirt. I mean, she does smell pretty good, FUCK BELLA! Don't fucking think of her like that. You're straight, you're not into Rosalie.
"No? What do you mean no?" Great, it's Rosalie's stupid friend, Jessica. Why are they so conetent on making my life hell? It's not even Rosalie who's doing the dirty work. Wait, I am not going to say she's a good person, what I am going to say is that she's making her friends act like that, duh. She probably talks about it before hand to them. "Rosalie needs that shirt." Yeah right.
I looked straight at Jessica and told her, "She just wore that shirt yesterday. I'm sure she doesn't need it until next week, or she'll probably never need, she'll probably go out and buy a different shirt to replace it, she won't miss it. Her dad probably buys everything for her." I know it sounds mean for me to say that, but this is Jessica we're talking about, it just makes sense.
"Listen freak – " She didn't get to finish whatever she was going to say because Rosalie shoved her back towards her car. I couldn't see Rosalie's face but it must've been pretty scary, or maybe Jessica's just scared easily, because the look on Jessica's face just screamed that she's gonna shit her pants.
I heard Rosalie's frantic, angry whispers as she told her friend, "Don't finish that sentence, Jess." Looking back at me Rosalie threw me an apologetic look. Damn, what does this girl have to be sorry with? She stopped her friend from telling me something that would be probably hurtful. "She's not worth it." Oh. Now I see.
I slowly back away from the murder scene that is going on with Rosalie and Jessica. I yell back to her saying, "I'll give you back your shirt next week on like a Wednesday or something." God, I really hope she's too preoccupied trying not to slaughter Jessica. It's obvious she's pissed off by the way she's so tense. I mean, look at how her ass is all perked up and how her shoulders are straightened to attention and … STOP THIS NOW ISABELLA SWAN! God, I'm straight, I'm fucking straight, not into Rosalie.
Rosalie's head snaps back to my retreating form. "You can give it back to me tomorrow." What?
I'm shaking my head now like a fucking idiot. "I've gotta wash it and everything, and I don't wash clothes until like next Tuesday." I don't get it, doesn't she want her shirt to smell good? (to smell like me).
She's also shaking her head, though when she does it she looks very attractive. God, why does she have to be so attractive? Why does she have to be so UGH Rosalie!? When is she not going to be attractive? When is she not going to stop the center of attention in my mind? WHEN!? Oh, shit, she said something. Fuck, I don't want to say "what the hell did you say?" That'll just make me look likem more of an idiot than I already am.
She's raising her eyebrows now as if saying "well?" Oh, fuck, what did she say? "Do you need me to repeat myself?" That question cuts through the thickness of my thoughts. Blushing like a mad woman I nod my head in embarrassment. God, since when do I blush? Oh, right, when I met Rosalie, officially. That's when everything went wack. "I said, you don't need to do that. I can clean it up myself. It's just a little stain, and it's the least I can do with how my friends are acting." I think she's saying it just to put her goons back to their places. It's like saying "I can do what I want without you guys."
"No, I'll wash it. It was my fault that I spilt it on you. I wasn't looking where I was going. And it's not your fault that your friends are assholes, it's just simply how they are." I don't know why I told her that I would wash it. I don't even know why I was being nice to her. "Oh, and you should probably tame you bitches." And with that last statement I left. I can't have her thinking that I was being nice to her. No, no, no, that's not a good idea.
Class is boring today. Nothing fun happened, well, I guess that's because I expect too much of school, which I shouldn't. School isn't fun. School is never fun. School is like the death of teens. That's why there's so many teen suicides now, because the people at school get picked on because of the students at that school. And guess who's fault that is, schools. If there wasn't a school, no one would worry about being the class nerd or being a popular person. It wouldn't matter. You would just get a job at whatever your good at and boom, you're rich.
Wow, am I really talking about school? I must be that bored. Okay, the only "exciting" thing that happened was that Leah would throw me a piece of paper at me and give me the death glare. She's still waiting for the details on what happened in the bathroom with Rosalie. Whatever, I'll keep her waiting, until, you know, she almost kills me, which is at lunch time.
Leah seizes my arm while I was on my way out the doors of Forks High School. Fuck, she's gonna torture me until she knows every single detail that happened with me and Rosalie. Well, this is going to take a while. "What happened yesterday? You just left me hanging after lunch! I had to wonder around the school until the bell rang to go back to class! I couldn't do anything!"
I looked at her with a bored expression and I told her, "I decided to skip lunch, which, by the way, I'm heading to right now. A girls gotta eat, you know?" She's, of course, not satisfied with my vague response. Christ, can't she just let it go? I mean, all she has to know is that I was dragged into the bathroom my Rosalie Hale and was made to clean her shirt, which was unsuccessful.
"Yeah, I kinda know that you skipped lunch. My real questions are, what happened in the bathroom and why was Rosalie Hale –" she spits out her name like it's snake venom she's sucked out of her wound – "Wearing your shirt? I mean, that's your favorite shirt, you don't just go around giving your shirt away!" Oh, fuck, I forgot to tell Rosalie that I wanted my shirt back as well. I wonder if she thinks of me when she sees my shirt. Wouldn't that be interesting? "Ugh, Bella, why are you spacing out so much? What are you? Some astronaut?" Of course she knows when I space out for five seconds.
"Jesus Christ, Leah, I just told Rosalie she could take my shirt until I give back her shirt. I kind of didn't wash her shirt right." Wow, I sound like a do gooder. That's great. Watch out everyone Bella Swan turned from bad loner person to do gooder loner person. Yeah, that'll be the headlines for our school newspaper, actually, do we even have a school newspaper? I mean, I know that one Asian guy (Eric?) was telling me something about me being on the headlines when I first moved her. That conversation didn't last nearly as long as he had wanted it. It was too long for me.
I look over at Leah and saw that her eyes were like bulging out of her eye sockets. What the fuck did I say to deserve that look. "You willingly gave your shirt to her? Are you fucking insane? What have you done to Bella? She would never ever, EVER give her shirt away. AND you told her you would wash her shirt? Do they have you brainwashed? Are you being blackmailed? Is that why you're doing all this shit for her? Because they know some dark unknown secret? If so, you've got to tell me." The only fucking dark secret that I'm holding is that Rosalie Hale almost kissed me just to get my shirt off. (wow that sounds sexual).
"Yes, I willingly gave my shirt to her. It was my fault that I spilled my crap all over her shirt –" I, of course, didn't get to finish what ever the hell I was saying because Leah goes on to say:
"That's bull, Bells, that was a little tiny stain!"
I don't get to say anything else because there's a voice behind me saying, "Hey, Bella, can I talk to you?" Fuck, Rosalie Fucking Hale, wants to talk to me. Can I say no to her? I don't think so, she's got me under some slave spell.
But I don't have to say anything because Leah is already saying something. "Listen, you hoe, you can't go around blackmailing Bella, that's just low. And no, you can't talk to her. You'll probably blackmail her some more to make her do other things to your liking." Of course Leah goes into the assumption that Rosalie Hale and her whore pack are blackmailing me. It just makes sense, but it's not correct.
Rosalie glared back at Leah and told her, "Listen, you bitch, I'm a fucking virgin, so don't go judging people like that, and I didn't blackmail Bella, she basically said she wanted to wash my shirt. Oh and lastly, you're not her guardian so I'm sure Bella can make her own decisions." Well, fuck me three times, I should say something. I mean, I should defend my friend from getting slaughtered by Rosalie. But for some reason I just can't, I just can't form words right now. It's like my mouth isn't working. "Well, Bella, can I talk to you?" I can feel the glare that Leah is giving me. It's practically cutting through the tense atmosphere here.
I look towards Leah and see that I'm right, she is glaring at me. Her face says "if you fucking say yes to her we are going to have some explaining to do." But really, I can't help myself. My brain is telling my whole entire body to shake my head no and go to lunch. But you know, my body doesn't like to listen to my brain so I catch myself nodding at Rosalie. I'm saying yes to her question. Isn't that swell?
Rosalie smirks down at Leah and grabs hold of my hand. As tingles shoot up my arm she yells back to Leah, "I'll give her back at the end of lunch." The end of lunch? What kind of a talk lasts that long? Fuck, this must be serious. It's probably going to be about what happened in the bathroom. Or about her shirt, or about my shirt. It's probably about both of shirts then. Or maybe she just wants to have lunch with me and the only way to get me out of the clutches of my best friend is to say she has to "talk." But why would Rosalie Hale, most popular person in our school, want to have lunch with me. That's just weird. I'm a no one and she's practically the queen of the school. It just doesn't make sense, at least, for me it doesn't make sense.
All of this is running through my head as I am pulled out of the school by Rosalie Hale. What have I gotten myself into?
AN: Long time no update I'm sorry, but hopefully this long chapter will make up for it? Yeah, I think so! More to come maybe as long as this chapter or longer or shorter because of school. I'm most likely start updating on weekends or really late on like a Monday or Tuesday. But that isn't like a for sure update day. OH! and when you guys review how about telling me what you guys want the talk to be about. I kind of have an idea but I kinda want what you guys think it should be about. And I very much appreciate the reviews! I love you! Oh, and did you like this chapter? Or did you hate it? Is it your fav chap now? Or is it your least fav? Okay love you guys Byeez! Kisses!
