I know this chapter is short, and I am sorry. I will try to update as soon as possible. But we have finals soon, TAKS tests are done, but it is still hard to keep up with the advanced workload. Don't hate me, and know that this summer I will be able to update more.
As Usual: I don't own Twiligt or any charactors. I may dream, but it will never come true.
Chapter 10
I got up and immediately turned off Phil's CD. I got ready lightening fast, it really didn't take long when you could never have a bad hair day, look bad in any of the most atrocious clothes, and never needed any cover up, or make up for that matter. Getting ready took a matter of minutes.
I started listenting to the tracks of the homemade CD from Edward on my 18th birthday, not really thinking of the Cullens, who would all be able to hear the music that was billowing in my ears. I got in my car and drove to school.
I was upset, and missing Richard, not for his love, but for his support. We were now like brother and sister; we had just done the dirty deed. It was weird, in a way, but not. We had just remained close friends. I was now realizing how alone in this world I actually was. Jacob had an imprint. He would be married and have kids and die soon. Richard had Laura, and I was alone. Even my dad had someone he loved.
I pulled into the parking lot with his music sounding beautiful in my head. I jumped out and then started heading towards the library, where a monument to Isabella Marie Swan was. Me. And I wanted to wallow a little bit.
I turned up the music and started dry sobbing in front of the monument. Not many humans were around, so I wasn't very worried. But time must have passed. I felt these cool arms around me. I looked up to see Rosalie, hugging me, comforting me. I didn't know what to think, but I did know that she was the only person I would allow to comfort me. She understood why I didn't want to get back together, in her own way. So I allowed her to drag me away, to have a sob fest.
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Rose POV
Seeing Bella, or Izzy, like that had my dead heart breaking in two. I finally realized, she wasn't the spawn of Satin, she was a heartbroken girl trying to remain strong. It seemed that that was what happened with girls from her time. Girls like me forgave and moved on, or moved back. Girls like Isabella, they tried to remain feminist and "strong", and that wore on them.
It was then that I heard the music playing. It was the CD Edward had given her so long ago. This broke my heart even more. She had never, for a second. really gotten over him. Not in 100 years.
I decided, I would help Bella; she wasn't the skank I originally thought. If she wanted to get back together with Edward, I would allow it. I was tired of my bitch façade. I was going to do what was right. I was going to give love a second chance.