Chapter 4

I woke up for my second day at Forks High School feeling excited and slightly nervous, and both of these emotions are caused by one person - Rosalie Hale. I can't tell if she actually likes me or not. She flirted in class and stared at me a lot, but then at the end of the day, she just left abruptly.

"What's up with you this morning?" Bella asked as we got out of the truck and made out way into school.

"Nothing, why?" I respond quietly.

"You just look troubled."

I huff, "Well so do you, so what's up with you this morning?"

"Nothing."

"Well, there we go then." I say, walking away towards my class.

"April! Hey!" I hear Emmett say loudly once I enter the room. I walk towards him with a smile.

"Good morning, Emmett." I say, grinning.

Emmett actually didn't say much today and spent most of class glancing at me occasionally as if he wanted to ask me something. I figured that he'd say what he needed to when he was ready, and so I didn't call him out on it. However, all through lunch was the same. Except, this time, all of the Cullens (aside from Edward, who was nowhere to be seen) were looking at me in turns. When one looked away, another would stare at me. I only stared back when the person looking was Rosalie. She had a strange look on her face like she had 1,000 conflicts going on inside her head. I frowned at her and she quickly looked away, and Alice took over the staring contest I didn't ask to take part in.

"What gives?" I ask Rosalie as I sit beside her during maths.

She sighs, "Nothing, sorry I didn't mean to stare."

I raise an eyebrow at her, "I didn't find it weird that you stared, I found it weird that your whole family stared."

"Well, technically, my whole family includes Esme, Carlise and Edward so they weren't all-"

"Rosalie!" I say, my tone full of frustration. "Just tell me."

"I can't."

"Why not?" I question.

She turns to face me, "I don't even know if you..."

I roll my eyes with impatience, "If I what?"

She hesitates before letting out a heavy sigh, "Come back to my house after school. I'll tell you then."

I look at her, shocked at the sudden request, "You want me to come to your house?" I ask, extremely confused, "We barely know each other."

"Well, this is a good opportunity to change that, and if you don't come then you won't know why I was staring." She says with a small smirk.

I chuckle, "I know why you were staring. Clearly, you find me irresistible and can't bear to not look at me." She rolls her eyes at my cockiness, a small smile gracing her face as if she was about to blush, "Your family, however, confused me."

"Well, if you really want to know then I guess you'll have to come back to mine."

"Okay," I reply, pretending to be nonchalant. In reality, the prospect of getting to know her better was extremely exciting for me. It seems she saw right through my facade, as she looked at me with a beautifully arrogant smirk.

"We'll go in my car, and I'll drive you home later."

"How does it feel to lose yet again, April?" Emmett said, rubbing salt deep into my wound as we walk towards Rosalie's car.

I glare at him, "Clearly, you're cheating somehow."

He lets out an extremely loud cackle, "Okay, you keep telling yourself that."

Rosalie rolls her eyes, "We are leaving the basketball talk here. If I hear one word about it in my car you can both walk, am I clear?"

I chuckled as Emmett and I both mumble, "Sorry."

"April!" I turn as I hear a new voice to see my sister walking timidly towards us.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to tell you I'm going back to their house so you can just go home, Rosalie will drop me off later." I say, beginning to turn back to Rosalie.

"What? April, can I speak to you for a second?" Bella requests and I sigh before turning back and walking over to her.

I look at her expectantly, "What's up?"

She narrows her eyes at me, "Do you really think this is a good idea?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying, we don't know them, and we've been warned to stay away." I shake my head in disbelief.

"Bella, as I said yesterday, I couldn't give a damn what Jessica has to say about anyone. Quite frankly, it's obvious she's just butthurt that Edward wasn't interested. I don't know what your deal is, but how is that you go from being all awkward and never speaking to me to thinking you can tell me who I can and can't speak to?" I demand, and she stands in silence, "that's what I thought. I'll see you later." I say, walking back towards the Cullen's who are all looking extremely amused at something.

"So, are you ready to go?" Rosalie asks, running her hand softly down my arm causing me to blush. She glares in the direction of Bella as if she had just heard our conversation, causing me to frown at her.

"Um, yeah, let's go." I say with a smile.

Given how new and expensive Rosalie's car is, it's no surprise to me when I see their house. It's huge, almost big enough to be considered a mini-mansion. While I wasn't surprised by this, it didn't stop me from admiring the house's beauty. Once I exited Rosalie's car, I couldn't help but stand still staring at the house.

Rosalie snickers, "Would you like me to leave you two alone?"

"Yes please." I say, not looking away from the house.

I can tell she is rolling her eyes, "Come on." She says softly, giving me a gentle shove forwards.

"Ah, you must be April, I'm Rosalie's adopted mother, Esme." A beautiful woman, no older than early 30s greets me as we enter the house. I go to shake her hand but am instead pulled into a tight hug.

"Um, yes. Hi, I'm April." I say, surprised with the sudden contact.

"I'm going to take April upstairs for a bit while we wait for Carlisle to get home." Rosalie says before taking my hand and pulling up the stairs. I look down at our joined hands and blush slightly. Rosalie looks over at me and smirks before leading me into what I can only assume is her bedroom. I had been expecting a very spacious, minimalistic room to match Rosalie's mature personality, but am instead greeted with a very homely room. I assume her's is the smallest bedroom in the house. There's a double bed tucked into the back corner of the room, and a desk on the opposite side with a TV sat on top. The walls are decorated with a small bookshelf and some paintings. Across from the bedroom door, on the free wall, not taken over by paintings or a window or the bed, is another door.

"That's my bathroom." Rosalie says, as if she read my mind.

"Where do you keep all of your clothes?" I asked, confused as to why there wasn't a wardrobe or chest of drawers.

"Oh, Alice and I share a walk in wardrobe. It's next door and Alice's room is on the other side." She explains, sitting down on her bed. "Come and sit." She says, patting the space next to her.

I walk and flop down very ungracefully next to her and she chuckles.

"Okay then, you promised you'd tell me if I came, and here I am." I say facing her.

"Later, when Carlisle gets home. Until then I also said we would get to know each other, so let's just talk." She says softly and we both lean against the headrest.

"Okay, well what's your favourite colour?"

She looks unimpressed, "Really? That's what you want to know?"

"Just answer the question, Rosalie."

She huffs, "Dark purple, what's yours?"

I smirk, "Really? That's what you want to know?" I mimic her, earning me a light smack on the shoulder. "Yellow."

She pulls a face, "That's unexpected. I pegged you as a lover of dark colours."

"Rosalie, you've seen me wearing two outfits so far, and they include the only black items of clothing that I own. I'm actually a very colourful person." She looks unimpressed again, "If you're not then that's not a bad thing. Opposites attract, so they say." I wink at her, and she laughs lightly.

"Okay, what kind of music do you like?" She questions softly.

"I like a lot of genres. The songs I tend to like the most are the ones that make me feel sad. I know that sounds odd, but that's how I know when something is good. It's the same with movies or TV shows. If it can make me cry or make me question life or make me feel a little bit depressed then it's done its job for me."

"I get that. Although I have many genres I don't care for." Rosalie begins, "but I love instrumental music. I've always had a thing for jazz." She says, a ghost of a smile on her lips, and she looks into the distance as if she's remembering something.

I look at her for a moment before grabbing her hand and responding softly, "Jazz is good."

AN: Next chapter, April will get some more insight into who Rosalie is and why the Cullens seem so intrigued with her.