Okay I had "Shake It" stuck in my head…now I have a new song stuck in my head. It's called "She said, I said (Time We Let Go)" by NLT. I love them. I first heard them in that Disney Channel movie Jump In and then when they were on Yahoo Music with "That Girl" so I positively love them. So ya…I have that song in my head to the point, I've listen to it three times and I know the entire song practically. Anyways, if you haven't heard it, I posted the music video is on my blog entry for Sunday so go check it out!

Anyways, a warning for the beginning of this chapter, I guess I should say that Emmett is going to be a bit gross. Why? You'll see why…now!

(Disclaimer is on my profile)

Chapter Thirty-Six

Overhearing

Emmett's POV

Oh crap. Oh carp. Oh crap. Oh carp. I kept repeating "oh crap, oh carp" over and over as I hustled to the bathroom. I wasn't sure what I had ate but I had the runs.

I threw open and slammed the bathroom door shut. I felt sick to my stomach as I just sat there. My phone vibrated in my pant pocket that was around my ankles. Digging through them, carefully bending over on the seat because my stomach was fragile right now, I found my phone. Rosalie was messaging me.

Hey Babe, u k? –R XoX

I quickly typed out a message.

Yeah, I just have…some digestive issues –E XoX

I won't ask for you to explain that –R XoX

I laughed. I was typing out "Lol good –E XoX" when the bathroom door opened again. I peaked through the crack of the stall and saw that guy from yesterday enter the bathroom along side with some other guy.

"God it stinks in here," that Royce King stated, a look of discuss on his face.

"Why don't we talk in another room instead of some crap zone?" Royce's lanky asked. Good point idiot, I thought, agreeing with him. Royce had money, and any room should do for him.

"Because my father is looking for me and the rooms would be the first place they would look," Royce stated. "And besides, I have a excuse to meeting with my father late:I was in the bathroom."

The partner laughed. I almost tempted to fart, so that the two jerks would leave but decided against it as I heard his partner's words.

"I can't believe Rosalie Hale is here, Royce," he said, leaning against one of the sinks.

"Hmm, yes, still the same bitch she was nearly a year ago," Royce said, leaning against the walls.

I went to stand and reprimand that idiot but my stomach did a roll and I wasn't exactly in prime condition to face two rich asses.

"I can't believe that loser she's dating," the second guy said, laughing.

I narrowed my eyes and cursed whatever I ate, betting it was that seafood I had.

"No kidding Joshua," Royce stated laughing. "This Emmett McCarty is a complete joke. I wonder what Rosalie sees in him. I bet she's more upset with him than in love with him."

The Joshua guy laughed.

"You should have seen him at dinner. He's totally a clown."

"Hmm, I wonder if he has face paint and big red shoes," Royce said, smiling.

"I really do wonder how he fits into our crowd."

"He doesn't," Royce stated. "He sticks out like a sore thumb. Rosalie will grow tired of his childish behavior and dump him before he is able to crack another joke."

"And then she'll realize that she's better off with you?" Joshua asked.

Royce smirked. "If I charm her again like I did before, she'll be mine before the week is over."

I looked down at the floor, their words sinking in.

"Let's get out of here," Royce commanded. "I can feel the un-cleanliness of this room. I bet the cleaning crew doesn't do their jobs here with their large pay."

"Make sure you comment to Rosalie about it," Joshua stated.

"No," Royce said as they headed out of the bathroom. "If I start controlling her life, she hardly well come back to me. I'll wait until she and her parents realize that I'm the best person for Rosalie Hale."

The bathroom door closed and a loud fart sounded in the now silent room, their words sinking in. I really didn't fit in with Rosalie crowd. She's is more refine that I was, and very sexy. I bit my lip. I bet if I showed those jerks that I was just as "refine" as they were…

I smiled. Rosalie definitely would like if I were mature. She even stated the yesterday that I was acting silly when I pulled a joke on Jasper.

I slowly cleaned myself up, washing my hands, and slowly headed back towards the dinning room. I was slowly walked through the front lobby.

"Yes, yes please tell the Mr. Yan that his request has been handled with utmost care," said a blond employee of the club as he crossed my path.

I stopped and listened to the man talk on a wireless mouth piece.

"And make sure that the debutante class is ready for Madame Claire. We don't want her upset with the lack of preparations for her little class. And that will be all Roberto."

He hung up. Suddenly I had an idea.

"Excuse me," I said, stepping up to the man in the suit and ear piece.

He turned his eyes on me.

"Yes Mr. McCarty?

Whoa. "Okay first off, how do you know my name?" I asked, pointing at him.

The man smiled. "It's my business to know every guest in the club."

"Right," I said, remembering what the lady said the first day we got here.

"Marco Contelli," he said, offering me his hand. "Manager of this fine establishment."

"Well…Emmett McCarty, but you knew that," I said, shaking his hand.

He chuckled. "Now, what can I do for you Mr. McCarty?"

"Emmett, Mr. McCarty is my dad, and I was wondering if…you can help me."

"That is my job," he said.

"I need help being more…refined," I said, using the word he used just a few minutes ago.

Marco raised one eyebrow. "And may I ask the reason behind your inquiry?"

"I want to prove that I'm worthy of my girlfriend," I stated, plainly.

"I believe Ms. Hale finds you quite worthy Mr. McCart—Emmett."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess, but people can improve." I smiled.

"Hmm, yes, that is true," Marco said, nodding slowly. "But I have a feeling that Ms. Hale would be quite upset at your little request."

I laughed. "She thinks most of my requests are nuts."

Marco looked at me causing at me to swallow.

"Alright," Marco stated, looking at his watch. "I, however, must make sure that Mrs. Taylor's room is perfect. How is tomorrow at 0730?"

I blinked as he said "0730."

He smirked. "At seven thirty."

"Oh, yeah sure that's great," I said, nodding.

"Ask Marie at the front desk for where we shall begin your refinement lessons," Marco said over his shoulder as he headed away from me.

I stood there for a moment before a sudden urge to fart came. I spun on my heel and hurried to the bathroom again.

Okay, yeah, writing the "runs" part was really gross but it was needed. And for those who want Rosalie or Emmett to smack Royce or just for Royce to die, hold your horses okay. If Royce died so quickly there would be no more story. Don't worry, Royce will get what's coming for him.

Huggles,
Nollie

PS—Song? If anybody has a song that's perfect for this chapter let me know. Someone, I forgot who though, had suggested "Shut Up and Drive" by Rihanna for Chapter 33. Thank you to who ever suggested the song because, lol, it is a good song for the chapter: "Shut up Emmett and let me just drive" lmao

PPS—A picture of Marco is up on my webpage on the You've Got Mail page so check that handsome hunk.

PPPS—No I haven't gone to the graduation yet, but I'm probably leaving as soon as you finish this chapter XD I have to clam down my little sister and make sure her collar isn't stick up like mine...I was the mockery of the graduation...except for the guy that took is grad pic with the paper that read "You have a fine, until you pay it you won't get your certificate". Graduation is big, but seriously out of the two hours only about two minutes matter to you.