So if you hate this chapter, I'm sorry. There isn't no Edward appearances in this, so yeah. He is mentioned, but we will learn about Rosalie.

Sorry, but remember, she did just break off her friendship with him, so don't expect him for a few chapters. I won't say how many. I planned this out (:

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What just happened? Did I agree with Edward that I didn't want to be friends with him? Amazing. How was I supposed to feel? Relieved or tormented? I felt caught off-guard, and in a way, betrayed. Wouldn't he have instead tried to find an alternative to keep our friendship going? He must really care about Lana.

I had just gotten home from my breakfast with Edward to talk about our situation, which resulted in us ending our rocky friendship. I was sprawled flat across my floor, staring at the ceiling, replaying what had happened the past hour and a half.

Cause you're hot then your cold
You're yes then your no

"OH SWEET CRAB CAKES!" I jerked as my cell phone rang. It was next to my head where I had thrown it when I got back.

"Hello?"

"Are you still with Cameron?" Rosalie asked.

"With Cameron?" I repeated. I was in my bedroom.

"Yeah, it's like an hour and a half past noon right now, I thought he asked you to lunch or something. So how was it? It must've been bad if you're back this soon. Shame, he sounded cute."

It was 1:30? I looked at my clock and it was confirmed—it was indeed 1:30.

"Bella?"

"Heh?"

"How was lunch?"

"Oh…uh."

"That bad?"

"No…he never came…or that I know of. I fell asleep in my room."

"He didn't come? That jerk."

"I'm sure he had a good reason."

"Oh he better, he courts you like that and stands you up! He better have saved the world from poverty to ditch you, I guess I could accept that. Maybe."

"I'm sure he had a good reason…" I mumbled.

"He better have deactivated all the nuclear weapons in the world. Or found a new planet that people can live on."

"I'm sure he had a good reason," I repeated.

"Whatever. Well, I just really wanted to know about your date with Cameron, I already heard about breakfast with uhm...yeah."

"You did?"

"Yes, more than once. He got back and talked to Lana who was in the kitchen making breakfast with us. We kind of got caught up in it 'cause Lana was wielding the spatula of doom."

"She was mad?" I whispered, and I bit my lip nervously. They probably broke up.

"Not…really…" Rosalie tried to form the words in her head. "More like…overly curious?"

"Whaaa?" My mouth was left hanging open.

"She was begging for every detail, and when she felt that Edward,"—not my friend anymore— "was editing, she'd point the spatula at him and threaten to whack him across the face with it."

I imagined the sight of Edward cross-eyed, staring at a spatula point to his face. I inwardly sighed from the image of his face in my head.

"Hah."

"Yeah, it was a definite Kodak moment." Rosalie giggled.

"So what happened after the interrogation? Did they break up?"

"Well…" Oh dear. I held my breath.

"No, they didn't." I sighed in relief. "But Edward seemed a little distant…like he had a lot on his mind. But Emmett and I think he'll snap back."

"Oh. I see. And Lana?"

"Well…Lana." She trailed off again. "Lana's the same I guess. I think she knows something we all don't know, including Edward. But other than that, she's still the same perky and curious Lana we've come to know."

"Wow."

"Enough of this, all this crush and ex-crush talking is bumming me out."

"Well, how's Emmett?" I asked, realizing I hadn't seen him for a day.

"He's deluded himself into thinking he really can fix my car." She said blankly.

"When are you going to save him and your car?"

"When he comes begging on his knees with a dozen roses and apologizing for tinkling with my car like that. Besides, I've fixed a lot of his mistakes when he worked on smaller cars. I think my car will be fine. As for Emmett's sanity, not so sure."

"I'm sure you can fix his sanity." I giggled.

"Wow, when did you turn dirty?" Rosalie screamed and laughed.

"I have no idea. Maybe it's due to the lack of a boy this summer and --"

She cut me off. "So you take it out on me?" She laughed again.

"Shut up," I muttered.

"So what are you doing today? What shall we do make up for Cameron bailing on you?"

"Let's do something today, Rosalie."

"What do you have in mind, kid?"

"Hmm…" I thought for a second.

"We could uh… go to the beach?"

"No, it's tourist week. And I don't want to be around a lot of people."

"Alright…mall?"

"We went yesterday," I whined. Only Rosalie can go to the mall twice in a week.

"Well, golly Miss Molly, stop shooting down my ideas and think of your own."

"How about we have a total pig out food fest?" I asked.

"Wow…" I could hear the gears churning in Rosalie's head. "I haven't had one of those in years…"

"Come on, it'll be fun. It'll be like a sleepover but in the daytime. We'll eat till we burst, watch movies, eat, gossip, eat, and eat some more. It'll be fun," I begged. I even pouted, though she couldn't see me.

"Hm…I don't know."

"We'll get ice cream, chocolate, cookies, and whatever our inner hungry selves desire."

She was still hesitant. "I…guess?"

"Alright, I'll meet you at the market, bye." And we both hung up.

What it do baby boo?

I was loading candy into my cart when I saw Rosalie slither into the aisle with a basket. She was being mysterious, almost as if she was keeping something from me.

"Hey," she said with a smile, but it didn't touch her eyes.

"Hey to you too. So what'd you get?"

She shifted around a little, "Well, I got a fruit platter, soymilk, a vegetable platter, and some nuts. Oh, and a yoghurt."

"Those don't sound like something you can pig out with. They don't sound like fun foods. We're supposed to have a food fest, come on, grab some candy or something."

"Well, I can eat whatever I want! You're not my mom!" she snapped at me and stormed off towards the checkout stands.

I stood there staring at her retreating figure with wide eyes. Rosalie Hale yelled at me. She never yelled at me, unless I did something wrong. What did I do wrong? I shook my head and followed her.

As we stood in line, whenever I tried to make eye contact, she always looked away. She refused to help me when I started loading my candy, chips, ice cream, popsicles, and other items onto the belt. She looked at it all like it was brussel sprouts or a rotten fish.

We walked back to my house in a silence. I was carrying my three bags and she was holding her single bag.

I would have married you in Vegas
Had you given me the chance to say 'I do'

We were on the beginning of our second movie, neither of us talking nor critiquing the movies we watched. I sat in silence eating my chips, whereas Rosalie just sat there without touching any of her food she had bought.

"Hey, you want some?" I asked and shook the bag of chips. They rustled in the bag.

She gave the bag a murderous glare and said a stiff "No" and returned her attention back to the movie.

"Rose, are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said with a flat voice. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, why?" She wasn't looking at me, but looked like she was reminiscing.

"No offense… you're kind of snappy today."

"It's nothing."

"A something nothing or a nothing nothing?

She looked at me. "Something nothing," she whispered.

"Want to talk about it?"

Rosalie finally turned and looked at me. "I haven't eaten ice cream or chips in three years. Nothing fattening or anything."

"Wow. Why?"

"Have Emmett or Edward ever told you why I'm allowed to come over the summer? Or why I don't talk about my parents? Anything of that sort?"

I scrambled through my memory to recall any event like that. "No." I shook my head.

"Esme brought those boys up well…" She smiled a little. "Everyone has a past, Bella, you know that, and that past makes them who they are today, right?"

I nodded.

"Well, something in my past made me despise the foods you bought today."

I bit my lip, unaware of what to say.

"Bella, before I continue, I want you to know, my mother was a wonderful person. She was loving and caring, until I hit a certain age, and she started having higher expectations of me. Before that age, she was the best mother any little girl could ask for. She spoiled me and gave me the love only a mother could give to a young girl."

She closed her eyes. "But all fairytales must end. And mine ended when I was eleven years old."

"Around that age, I hit puberty, and I started developing. It was nice, it felt like I was blooming, you know? I felt, like I was growing to a woman." She smiled.

"People noticed me, they would always tell me how pretty I was, and tell my mother she had beautiful genes, and of course my mother took pride in that, and she started signing me up for beauty pageants. I won a lot of those too." She smiled again.

"But beauty pageants weren't enough for her, and eventually she started having me modeling."

I could just see it, Rosalie Hale walking down a runway with camera lights flashing like crazy; I could see her as the center of the show.

"But then after a while, she started flaunting me more like a trophy. Like I was the trophy daughter, I was pretty and everything. I think she only sees me on the outside and not on the inside. I got tired of it after a while, but I kept going."

"Why didn't you tell her you wanted to stop?"

"I love making my mother proud. I could see her heart swell whenever I won a competition, or when people saw me walking down the runway. In a way, it made my ego swell."

"But, it wasn't just the modeling that made me like this. A while into the modeling thing, she started trying to...perfect me, I guess would be the right term. After seeing my competition at tryouts, she would always try something with me. She dyed my hair a few times, I got some pretty crazy hairstyles, new clothes all the time, and eventually, my weight. She would start calling me fat, and saying that I had to lose a certain amount of pounds. Of course, she took away the junk food; she counted my calories, and all that jazz. It was too much. She made me hate food, 'cause she always took it away or made it into smaller portions. I started skipping breakfast, eating little during lunch, and even less for dinner. Whenever she caught me sneaking food, she would hit me or pinch me in the stomach screaming that all that food turned into fat."

"Why didn't you tell your father?"

"My dad died when I was younger, from a drunk driver."

"So how'd you get out of it?"

"At the time, I was starting high school, and I met Emmett, he had transferred from another school 'cause he got expelled."

"Expelled?"

"Emmett… was quite the bad boy in his day." She smiled a little. "The county decided to give him another chance, and sent him to my school."

"I see, what'd he do to get expelled?"

"Like you told Lana, that's not my information to share, you'll have to ask Emmett yourself. Or, when the time comes, he'll tell you himself."

I was curious, but decided not to push further, especially now. I would see Emmett sooner or later. "Okay, keep going," I told her.

"Well, he was well on his way to getting expelled again, so they forced him to join a club, and he chose the Auto Shop Club. So, whilst he was on the borderline of being expelled, I was losing club credits 'cause at my school, you need to be in at least one club a year, and all the clubs were full when I tried to sign up, all except for the auto shop one. So I joined that and that's how I knew him."

"That's kind of romantic…" I said, with a smile.

"I guess, anyways." She continued. "We were in a shop, learning some basics and stuff, and it was just him, the shop owner, and I 'cause we got there early. I didn't eat the whole day, and the night before, and doing all that work…it made me pass out."

I stared at her with my mouth wide open, and she smiled weakly at me and continued her tale.

"The shop owner had no idea what to do, he started freaking out, and screaming that I was dead, or at least that's what Emmett told me at the hospital."

"The hospital."

She smiled widely, "Yeah, he tried giving me mouth to mouth too." We both giggled. "To this day," she says between giggles. "He says that he only did it for my health but everyone knows you can't revive someone who passed out from mouth to mouth."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're supposed to slap them on the cheeks gently."

"You learn something new everyday."

"Yes indeed," she said. "So he drove me to the hospital. I don't know where or how he leaned to drive illegally, but he did it. I don't know why he drove me there; all I did was pass out. But he told me that something told him there was a reason I passed out. You see Bella, after the modeling thing started, girls at school started hating me, they thought I was trying to steal their boyfriends, or as my mother would say, they were jealous of me. Either way, they were mean, and called me names. Whenever I would talk to the opposite gender, even for homework help, they would call me a slut, or spread a nasty rumor about me. So after a while, I would wear baggy clothes, and I hardly talked, yet girls still talked about me. I don't know how he saw something wrong with me, but he just keeps telling me that something in him told him there was something wrong."

Girls were indeed nasty, but I wasn't a part of it. At my school, I was just there, I had friends, and I talked to people, but I didn't involve myself in the drama, the wild parties, or boyfriends. I never had a boyfriend, not including…Edward.

"I'm glad he listened to that feeling, 'cause then I don't think we'd be saved."

"We'd be saved?" I mimicked her last three words.

"At the hospital, my mother didn't go. She was out partying with my modeling peers' mothers. So Emmett posed as my brother. I don't know how they believed him, but they told him that I passed out from malnutrition."

"Then what?"

"Emmett talked to me, and I guessed I just told him everything, 'cause no one really asked me about what's wrong with me, cause you know."

She took a breath. "So I told him everything, starting from the beginning. Eventually, I started crying so he made a pitiful attempt to change the subject, and eventually, we talked about him and how he winded up at my school, and we just talked. It was refreshing."

"So, how was it a pitiful attempt?" I asked, curious myself.

"He stuttered a lot, and complimented the hospital's choice of décor." She shook her head as I tried to imagine Emmett stuttering and talking about décor. I couldn't.

Rosalie continued talking, "Well I was questioned by the hospital but I couldn't talk about why I was malnourished. Even though my mother starved me, I still loved her a bit—after all, she is my mother.

Since I was underage, the state pressed charges against my mother for me. But she pleaded insanity, claiming that her obsession with money drove her to starving me and whatnot. They took it, so now she's in a hospital."

It was sad, but Rosalie talked about it like it had no affect on her whatsoever—she just didn't want to explain it to me. She felt humiliated, and she hadn't thought of her mother in a long time, thus bringing on the strange mood earlier in the day. I was envious of her, how well she explained it to me, like the memories didn't have an affect on her. She accepted it and moved on with her life. It was something I had to do with Edward.

"I've decided to hate him." I said.

Rosalie looked at me, automatically knowing who 'him' was. "Why?"

"Because that's the only way I'll get over him. Besides, he's given me enough reasons to despise him."

"I guess…"

"No guesses, I am right. From this moment on, I, Isabella Marie Swan, despise Edward Anthony Cullen." And for the first time, my heart did not jump from the sound of his name. I was well on my way to recovery. Forgetting him would be easy.

Now…Edward who?

I'm a coward not a fighter
Disguised as a lover

Emmett saved Rosalie and Rosalie saved Emmett. How? Though cliché, I guess you could say through the power of love. When she was discharged out of the hospital, Emmett helped her. She was an emotional wreck and recalled many nights when she would cry and cry and Emmett would be there in a heartbeat to hold her and comfort her. It was a touching story, especially how Emmett would treat Rosalie like a porcelain doll at the time. Always so careful about her, meticulously trying to gain her trust. It was love. And love saved them. Again, Emmett would say something told he had to be there for her. In the end, it was his heart telling him to do so. Someday, I will find a boy who listens to his heart when it came to me. I just wish it were sooner.

Our conversation about Rosalie's previous life had ended, "Let's go running on the beach," she said.

"Why? Are you feeling fat or something?"

"No." She glared at me. "I mean I just realized, we always walk on the beach, but we never ran. And have you seen how sexy those people look when they run on the beach?"

"Are you serious?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No, let's just take a walk, I hate running." She giggled and got up.

"Lame!" I yelled after her.

We both did run a little. We ran out of the house giggling like maniacs as I tried to chase Rosalie down as we ran towards the waves. Not even caring that we weren't in our beachwear we ran down to the waves and crashed into them. It was refreshing and felt like the ebbing of the ocean washed all my problems away. It was uplifting as the cold ocean collided with my body and froze me.

"Bella! Bella!" I heard someone calling.

AUTHOR NOTESSS

Okay hey peoples! Do you hate me for not having edited your lovely author's chapter(s)? Truth is, she sent me the chapter a LONGGG time ago, maybe about a week or so, but I was so busy I never had the time to edit it. Hey, you try having as many classes as I do. Namely APUSH. And SAT prep. So yeah. Please be nice and don't yell at her. If you want to yell then go ahead and yell at me; it's my fault for not editing soon enough :P Very sorry people! And to those of you who have been reading my story/ies as well, I'm going to update soon too!

Lady Saruman OUTTT. (and hasn't showered in five days. Kidding.)

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Now we all shall mob against my beta! PITCHFORKS!

Just kidding. I love her.

Well, now I have to explain why I haven't updated, it's partially my beta, but it's mostly me.

Well, I do have school. And then I also have classes after school.

Then, there's also the fact that I AM A LAZY ASSHOLE.

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