A/N: Here's another chapter for y'all.
One of you mentioned in your review that the chapters have been short so I tried to make this one longer and I got an additional 200 words out just for you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters I'm just taking them for a spin.
By the time lunch came around Rosalie's mood had lifted somewhat having not encountered the wolf in any of her classes. She waited patiently for her siblings in the lunch line to join her at their usual table. She didn't see the point in buying and wasting food every day. Let the humans believe she has an eating disorder or whatever pointless gossip they might think up.
"Lions don't suffer the opinions of sheep." She mused aloud as a satisfied smile spread across her face at how superior she was to a human. Though Omega vampires were not blessed with gifts nor considered the strongest or fastest of their breed by any measure; they were still a far cry better than the humans.
"I've got Izzy in my 1st-period art class" Alice stated as she took her seat to Roses right. She was swiftly followed by Edward.
"Who?" Rose questioned knowing already that Alice was referring to the new wolf.
"The wolf, her name is Isabella." Edward supplied. "She's in my Study Hall before lunch."
"Well I call her Izzy. It's only right that best friends should have special nicknames. It's my right!" Alice clarified with a nod.
"And she's in Social Studies with Jazz and me." Emmett joined in the conversation. "She seems nice enough. Kinda awkward though." He continued.
"You know I like to study you socially babe." Jasper's southern drawl interrupted throwing his arm around his mate and laying a kiss on his cheek causing Emmett to giggle.
Rosalie's tuned out as the familiar scent of Petrichor and Pine filled the cafeteria. She cast her eyes to the door in time to see Isabella being tugged down into a seat that was swiftly surrounded by her adoring fans. Rosalie frowned as Isabella laughed at something the girl next to her said. She saw the girl reach out and lightly stroke the sleeve of Isabella's jacket and suddenly she was standing up, chair clattering to the floor behind her and body tensed as though she might vault the table.
"You okay Rose?" Alice questioned looking at her with concern.
"Yeah...yeah," Rosalie answered hesitantly. She looked at Alice but not before seeing that Bella was now looking over at her with interest, along with a good portion of the cafeteria. "I just need to get ready for dance next period. See you all after school." Rosalie all but ran from the cafeteria careful not to glance back at the wolf.
Entering the women's locker room for the dance studio Rosalie glanced around and found it just as empty as she expected. Rosalie's dedication to dance drove her to arrive early to every dance class so she could go through her own warm up routine. The intensity of her passion and skill had long since scared away any other early arrivals leaving her free to use the studio at her whim outside of class.
Through both of her lives Rosalie had openly and freely indulged in a love of dance. Unlike her interest in cars 1940's New York readily accepted a beautiful woman who wanted to dance especially one who was good at it. Well, so long as her interest began and ended with tap or ballet. Her parents had worked hard to earn a place in Rochesters traditionalist high society. Of course, now, Rosalie understood the amazing foundation her formal dance lessons were and had been grateful to her parents for the opportunity it afforded. But during her human years she'd made quite the habit of sneaking out to late night sock hops, once her parents were fast asleep, to learn the latest step; from the lindy hop to the east coast swing they all fascinated her to no end.
"If I'd lived a little longer I wonder if they'd have eventually caught me?" Rosalie thought with a humorless chuckle. "Mother would've had an outright fit!" The short laugh she made at the thought was much more genuine than the last. By the time Rosalie was 16 she'd won several dance competitions and had aspirations of attending Julliard someday. She had a handful of happy memories from her human life and more than a few involved dancing.
A gentle, though sad, smile crept across her face as she recalled her favorite memory.
"Good Sammy! That's perfect just remember to keep your back straight." Rosalie beamed with pride and affection as she coached her 10 year old sister, Samantha, through her ballet forms. She watched as the girl danced across the studio noting the improvements in her form. As her sister passed the large window Rosalie noted the setting sun. "Alright let's wrap up and head home. We've been here longer than usual and you know mother must be beside herself." Rose said laughing even as she rolled her eyes thinking of their overprotective mother.
"Aww do we have to go now Rosie? Can't we stay a little longer?" Samantha did her best pout and peered up at her sister. "Please?" She whined elongating the word in a piercing tone.
"Mother's told you a thousand times not to whine Sam it's-"
"Unbecoming of a young lady." Samantha finished their mothers favorite statement with a huff before Rosalie could. "Fine but next time I want to get here earlier so I can practice more." Samantha's tone was determined as she gathered her belongings. "I want to be just as good as you someday Rose." She stated resolutely.
Rose felt her face flush at the clear admiration in her sister's voice. "Sammy you're such a natural that you'll be way better than me before you know it." She replied honestly, staring into the other girls eyes, willing her to believe what was so obviously true.
The smile that lit up her sister's face warmed Rosalie's heart and she felt beyond grateful to be a source of support and guidance for the child. She couldn't wait to see where life would take the young dancer. There was an abundance of potential and opportunity for Samantha that would take her as far as she deigned to go. Rose was ready and waiting to watch that journey unfold.
"Hey sleepy!" Aren't you the one who said we need to get home?" Samantha yelled from the door, her voice breaking through Rosalie's musings. Laughing at a joke only sister's could understand the two locked up the rental studio, returning the keys to the front desk before hurrying home.
Rosalie's eyes stung with phantom tears she knew would never fall. Shortly after that day Rose's life changed forever, robbing her of the simple pleasure that would've been watching her sister grow and helping her to navigate the world.
She angrily shoved her feet into her dance flats, slamming her locker shut, before heading into the dance studio. Plugging her phone into the speaker system wired through the room she chose a base heavy fast paced playlist. She cranked the volume up, reveling in the heavy beat vibrating through the room and her concrete bones, before beginning to stretch.
Of course her muscles didn't get sore in the traditional sense but it was a school requirement that all students stretch prior to activity courses. Besides, stretching still felt pleasant and had been part of Rosalie's dance habits for nearly a century; she saw no reason to change for something as trivial as lack of necessity.
Stretching completed Rosalie swiftly fell into the rhythm of the song; throwing her body around in an attempt to dispel the confusing reactions the school's new arrival had stirred in her. Stupid alpha with your stupid pheremones. Rein that shit in damn it. No one wants to be assaulted by wet dog smell all day when they're trying to learn! Rosalie silently seethed and her dancing became ever more frantic.
She smelled nice. Like a fresh forest after spring rain.
Rosalie rolled her eyes at the purr of satisfaction that caressed her mind. Regardless of what the smell is it's just inconsiderate to scent mark the school like that. Damn alphas think they own everything. She better stay the hell away from me that's all I know. I won't be her omega trophy or whatever shit she has in mind.
Would it be so bad to belong to someone? To have someone belong to you?
Rosalie nearly faltered in her dancing as she allowed that thought to settle.
Maybe she's not like the other Alphas?
As Rosalie spun across the dance floor she remembered the smug way the wolf had smiled as the humans fawned over her just that morning. Yeah right! All alphas are the same. Self-centered, egotistical fuck boys with 1 thing in mind. I'll pass thanks. As if I'd want to belong to someone who can't be bothered to control their fucking pheremones.
Rosalie's internal tug o' war was interrupted by the clapping of an audience she'd been too engrossed to notice.
"Brava, Rosalie! Brava! What a magnificent performance; the emotion was positively rolling off you my dear. Of course I expect nothing less from my star pupil! I'm sorry to interrupt, truly I am, but we are 10 minutes past the start of class. I do hope you will continue working on that routine, it's marvelous. You must give the class a full viewing when it's complete." The dance instructor, Ms. Parks, enthusiasm was certainly not reflected in the jealous and impatient faces of her classmates standing just behind the older woman.
Despite her surly peers Rosalie was absolutely delighted with the praise and attention. "It was just an impromptu warm up routine. I barely remember what I did." She replied with false modesty watching as a crestfallen look overshadowed Ms. Parks' eyes. "But I could probably flesh out what I do remember and present to the class early next term?"
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Alright everyone, we have little time so let's use it wisely." Ms. Parks clapped her hands together and began ushering the students further into the studio as Rosalie retrieved her phone from the speakers before finding her place among the other dancers. "Now then class lets do a quick warm up and then resume the routine we were working on last class." Ms. Parks quickly took control of her class and Rose left all non dance thoughts behind for the remainder of the period.
A/N: We'll there you have it. Lunch time and Rosalie's Dance class.
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