For those who have stated that they think that I should write a book…-sigh- I am currently writing something. I'm not saying what it is nor will I post it on FictionPress. This story is pretty much between me and my mum. But for those want to know anything about what I'm writing, I'll tell you that it's a fantasy story about a girl who is a 'soul savior'. That's all I'm saying.

Anyways, here is the chapter 38. Only a few more chapters left for this story and then I can work on my other stories XD. Enjoy!

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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Finding Out

Rosalie POV

"Again," I snapped at Alice.

Alice looked actually scared as she loaded another tennis ball into the firer. A few seconds later the ball was shoot out and down the left side of the court. I ran angrily in that direction and swung my racket hard at the ball. The ball went sailing in the opposite direction.

"I don't understand what's wrong with him," I panted at Alice, numbly angry at Emmett.

He has been acting so freakin' strange lately. First was the dinner at the French restaurant which was really lovely but it totally wasn't something Emmett would do. It was definitely the most expensive thing he has ever treated me too. But then he wanted to go to ballet and not once did he crack a joke about the men in tights. And let's not forget earlier today when he took me to the museums here in Olympia where he actually was able to tell me the history behind one of the paintings.

"Again," I snapped at Alice who just loaded another ball into the machine.

The ball came spitting at me. I backhanded it hard. Alice had to have duck as the ball flew just a millimeter above her head.

"OKAY ENOUGH!" Alice shouted, glaring at me.

I panted. "Sorry Alice, I'm just freakin' angry at Emmett."

"I got that much as you stormed on and on about the great things he's done so far the past two days."

I moaned. "It's not that I'm not grateful for the things he has done it's just…"

"He's not Emmett, I got it," Alice said, walked towards the net.

"Yeah," I stated.

"Rosalie Hale?"

I turned away from Alice to spot Rachel Diamond. I smiled.

"Rachel!"

Rachel happens to have been one of the genuine friends from boarding school.

"Whoa, when Krystal told me that Rosalie Hale was here I totally thought she was joking," Rachel said, walking towards the net.

"Alice, this happens to be one of my friends from boarding school," I said, introducing Alice to Rachel.

"Rachel Diamond," Rachel said, smiling as she shook Alice's hand.

"Mary Alice Brandon, but call me Alice," Alice said.

"Want to play?" Rachel asked, twirling her racket.

"Please!" Alice begged.

Rachel and I laughed.

"So who is this Emmett McCartey?" Rachel asked me just before I served.

Rachel chased after the ball and hit it back towards my side of the court. I had hit it again and Rachel missed it.

"15-Love," Alice stated.

I gave her a look which Alice just smiled.

"He's my boyfriend," I muttered before serving again.

We hit the ball back and forth a few times until I lost my footing and missed the ball.

"Krystal said something that he wasn't up in your 'league'," Rachel said, leaning forward, twirling her racket.

"Krystal is a loser," I growled and served. The ball hit the net.

Rachel laughed. "I know. So tell me about him."

I served again. Rachel hit it back but it was out.

I actually blushed slightly. "He's really great," I said.

Rachel smiled. "I can see that. There has never been a day that Rosalie Hale has blushed over a guy."

I laughed and walked over to the benches where Alice sat.

"I take it from the conversation I had over heard, something is happening between you and Emmett?"

I sighed and told her the story.

"Wow…I thought Royce was joking."

"Huh?" I said, glaring up at her.

"What about Royce?" Alice asked. She didn't like Royce after I told her how he tried to make me into some trophy girlfriend and make me stop working on cars.

"He was telling all his jerk of friends that you were dating a loser and that he overheard one of the club staff that Emmett has been taking lessons from Marco about edicate."

I blinked. "Royce said what?!"

Rachel nodded, her beautiful brown locks bouncing.

"He has been telling everyone that you would dump Emmett when you realize how much of a loser he is and come back to him."

"The day I go crawling back to Royce King is the day that hell freezes over," I stated, angrily.

If Emmett has been taking lessons from Marco, the club manager, which would state just how Emmett got into that restaurant the other night. That place literally is booked months in advance and Marco is buddy-buddy with the restaurant manager.

Rachel chuckled. "I told George—" George was Rachel's twin "—that you would never go back to Royce King but according to him, Royce is hundred percent sure."

"I'm ready to fry some King guts," Alice muttered.

"Ditto," I muttered. "How the hell am I suppose to tell Emmett that he means more to me than anyone else? I doubt he would listen to me."

"I take it you'll just have to show him," Rachel stated.

"But how?"

"Well there is that teen dance coming up," Rachel stated, pointing at me.

I blinked. Alice slowly smiled.

"When Emmett think of "dance," he'll think of something formal when the dance won't be anything like that."

Rachel smirked. "And we tell Royce that the dance is formal."

"Hold on, if Emmett shows up in a tux he'll stand out with Royce," I stated.

"That is why we change him the last minute before we make a grand entrance," Alice said, smiling.

I thought it out.

"Oh what the hell. I want my Emmy back!"

Rosalie found out about what Royce's said and put two-and-two together. It shall be interesting at the dance. –wink– Which BTW I need a some help with that. I need outfits for the Rosalie, Alice, and Bella so if you have any ideas of what they should wear please send them via email. Links don't work in reviews and PMS. And also if you want to design a cover for this story (or any of my others) you have only a few more days. I haven't got any yet so I'm going to assume you guys are making them wonderful! Lol, anyways, I'm off to church before spending the rest of the day with my parents (bro is on camping trip for 5 days! yes, house to myself!)

Huggles,
Nollie

PS—There were two songs that listened while writing this chapter. One was "Feelin' You" by 3LW and the other was "Stay Down" by Mary J. Blige, both songs were great and sorta deal with this chapter.

PPS—shameless plug X) But go check out my Father Day one shot. It's part of my "Holiday Series" though the Cullens are vamps. Lol some of the ideas that are coming in via reviews for that story are some great ones that I would have never thought of (so congrats to those who thought of them!)