When they returned to school the rumours were rife. Which was to be expected really. Most saw the Cullen's as something other and unattainable. The fact that one of them had done something wrong was cause for gossip. They were talking as if Rosalie's stunt was the best thing that had happened that year. With how boring this town was it was easy to see why.

Though, the gossip wasn't as bad as they could be. Most of it was actually pretty accurate to what happened. Thankfully no one had commented on the dent she had made in the lockers. A dent that would take considerate strength to make. No one was going around calling her superhuman or looking at them with suspicion.

As it turned out, during the chaos with the teachers and paramedics, Alice made her way around and smoothed out the metal. She had seen the suspicion that would have arisen if she had left it there. It wouldn't have been too many people but it would have been enough to encourage unnecessary attention.

Drew had woken up thankfully. After several tests and scans his brain and body appeared to be fine. He would have to stay in the hospital for a few days but there would be no lasting damage.

While Rosalie was thankful that she hadn't caused anything permanent-that would have caused a whole new range of problems if she had-she still felt like he deserved worse. If she had her way he would currently be in a ditch somewhere.

Rosalie had not been looking forward to seeing his smug face. She had vowed that she would not lose control again. A stupid human boy would not get under her skin. Would not affect her in any way. She was better than that. Better than him.

However, it turns out she needn't have worried. Well worried wasn't the right word. She would never let herself worry about someone like Drew. Nevertheless, as it happens Drew's Dad had decided that he would not send his precious son back to Forks High as long as 'that psycho' still roamed the halls. As long as Rosalie was still here then Drew would not be. It was perfect.

Normally Rosalie would not let some random bozo call her a psycho. But in these circumstances she would wear it like a badge of honour.

Drew wouldn't have wanted to return anyway. The fact that he had raped someone had spread through the school like wildfire. If only thanks to a few well placed words here and there. Spoken around the school like kindling to the blaze. Alice had sussed out what to say and who to say it to, to ensure that everyone knew just how much of a sleazebag he truly was.

It satisfied her to no end to hear his reputation spiral.

Unfortunately, Lily never came back to school either. After everything she said that she couldn't face coming back. Rosalie understood that. It would be hard to face your peers when they seemed to know your darkest secret.

She actually felt bad about that. But there was nothing she could do to change it now.

Her first counselling session was scheduled for a week after the 'incident'. As the day inched ever closer she grew more and more irritable. Even though they had all come to the conclusion that it would be easy it didn't mean that she would enjoy it. Rosalie would still have to sit through the drivel and act as if it was helping. She was loathe to put on an act for anyone. Why should she have to change just to make someone else feel better?

But she would do it.

Dark grey clouds hung heavy above her. School had finished around 10 minutes ago and everyone was making their way to the parking lot.

Rosalie made her way over to her BMW. It was a beauty. The sleek, red coat stood out among the rustier, duller cars. Emmett, Alice and Jasper were already standing around it, waiting for her to let them in. They were clearly anxious to get inside but Rosalie decided that they could wait. I'm going to a stupid counselling session for you guys so you can get in the car when I say you can get in the car. She strolled towards them as slow as she pleased. Relishing the annoyed eye roll she got from Jasper.

"Any time today babe" said Emmett, with a smile.

"Just because you're annoyed doesn't mean you have to take it out on us" said Jasper.

Rosalie gave him a look of mock confusion "I thought that's exactly what it means"

She reached for her keys and unlocked the doors for them. Jasper shook his head and climbed in the car. Everyone else followed suit. Rosalie was in the driver's seat-obviously. Emmett was sitting next to her with Alice and Jasper designated to the back.

Alice often moaned about wanting to ride in the front. However, after the one time she had put her feet up on the dashboard and scratched it she had effectively been banned.

Rosalie slammed the car into reverse, readying to make a speedy exit. But she had to slam on her breaks immediately. A group of 3 people jumped back as the car nearly collided with them. They had the audacity to look shocked even though they had just stepped out in front of a moving car.

Rosalie growled and slammed on her car horn.

"You don't need to be so wound up, Rosalie, the session will be fine. It'll be over before you know it" said Alice, knowingly.

While she appreciated the little insight she wasn't a fan of the accusation. "I'm not wound up, I'm just sick of morons with a deathwish"

The humans ran off and Rosalie finally got her car out of the parking space. She sped off at a completely inappropriate speed out of the school. Not caring if she got in anyone's way. Normally, she was a little more careful but she couldn't bring herself to care today.

Forks High was tiny and didn't have much of anything. That included its own counsellor apparently. Rosalie wasn't sure if the principle was really thinking things through when he handed over her punishment. It turned out that the school had to subsidise help from the local therapist office in town. They could come into school but they preferred to work from their own building. So Rosalie had to drive about 2 miles away to where the building was.

She was driving there first and then Jasper would drive the rest of them home. He was the most considerate driver out of the three left. Rosalie would then run home after it was done. No point in wasting gas to come pick her up when it would be faster to go on foot.

It didn't take long to get there. Which was mostly down to her driving. She chastised herself for not taking her time. Emmett gave her a kiss and wished her luck. A candlelit bath was promised to her once she made it back home.

The others said goodbye too and drove off without her. Leaving her in front of the therapist's. Her eyes narrowed and a frown formed on her lips as she took in the offending building. It was pretty nondescript. A brown square with a few windows. Like a lot of the buildings in Forks really.

She could see the reception through the glass door. It was sparsely decorated with a few chairs, one plant and some frankly awful paintings. I could paint something better with my eyes closed. And she was pretty certain that she had at some point. You can do a lot of weird things when boredom kicks in.

Deciding not to stall any further, Rosalie shoved her way through the door. The receptionist was cheerful and bubbly. An exact opposite of Rosalie's current mood. The contrast grated on her but she held her tongue and schooled her expression into something more neutral.

Betty, the receptionist, led her through the building and brought her to a small waiting room. Well less of a room and more of a hallway. There was a line of four seats with a small table covered in outdated magazines at the end. Rosalie sat on the end one with the door to 'Dr Stevens' office in full view.

She could hear a heartbeat and shuffling just beyond the door. They were already here and they were making her wait outside. The nerve of some people.

After about 5 minutes of glaring holes into the door, Dr Stevens finally showed their face. Rosalie's glare was smoothed into a soft smile faster than the blink of an eye.

"Ah, you must be Rosalie Hale," said Dr Stevens.

His eyes widened significantly when he saw her. She definitely wasn't what he had been expecting.

The therapist was also not what she was expecting. Instead of some tiny old woman she was presented with a rather tall man in his 30's. His hair was dark with a few hints of grey creeping in at the sides. He had a full beard and a smile that one might call kind. Though it didn't make Rosalie any more comfortable. She didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. And that's pretty far.

Ugh why is it a man?

Dr Stevens gestured into his office."Why don't you come inside. You can sit anywhere you like"

What if I sat in his big chair behind his desk? Rosalie smiled inwardly.

Inside she could see that there was a desk off to the side, more out of the way. Then there were a couple of cushioned chairs facing one another with a long couch along the back wall. There was no way in hell that they were getting her on a couch. She knew enough about Freud and his penchant for bedding his clients to ever feel comfortable sitting on one in front of a psychologist. Even if this doctor wasn't a sleaze she wasn't risking it. Instead she sat down on the chair closest to the door.

Dr Stevens sat down across from her, notebook balanced on the arm of the chair. "So Rosalie-is it fine if I call you Rosalie? You don't prefer Rose or Rosie do you?"

Call me Rosie and I'll ram that pen through your eye

"Rosalie is fine." She said with a pleasant smile. Though in reality she wanted to spit it out through her teeth.

She had decided to go in with a tactic. Instead of being brazen and standoffish she was going to be as pleasant as can be. If she looked like she really wanted to cooperate then this whole facade could be over with in no time.

"Well my name is Dr Gregory Stevens, though you can call me Greg if you like"

She was not going to call him Greg. No point getting familiar with him.

"How about you tell me about yourself?"

So Rosalie lied through her teeth.

oOo

"Losing your parents at such a young age must have been hard for you?"

Oh yes losing her parents to a car crash at the tender age of 8 had taken its toll. They were on their way back from the cinema-or was it the opera?. No wait, that was Batman's parents. Sometimes her fake stories got mixed up. Her 'parents' had been watching a movie and got hit by a drunk driver.

"But your aunt was there for you"

Of course auntie Esme came to the rescue. She had been so scared but her aunt had made it all better. She may have faked a sniffle or too. Wiped away a tear that wasn't there. She could be quite the performer when she wanted to be.

"At least you and your brother stayed together"

Oh the world would just end if she were separated from her twin brother Jasper. Note the sarcasm. She pretended that they were inseparable. After losing Mom and Dad they had to be. It was the two of them against the world.

Dr Stevens ate it all up. Whenever she said something of interest he would write a quick note of it. Rosalie had to stop herself from smirking when he did. It would give the game away and he'd know that she wasn't being truthful.

She used her psych degree against him. Rosalie made sure to mirror his body language to appear more open. Used her knowledge of eye contact to make just enough of it. She knew keywords to say to give him the wrong impression.

According to Dr Stevens a lot of her inner turmoil was a result of her parents car accident. Somehow she managed to nod and look intrigued rather than laugh out loud.

She'd had five sessions with him overall and they were just as easy as everyone thought it would be. Maybe a couple more and the doctor would sign her off and she would never have to go back to that decrepit old place.

Currently she was half dangling out of the front of one of her cars. One part of the engine was a bit hard to reach and she had to stretch. A new part had arrived yesterday and she was eager to replace the rusted old one. Hopefully this would help it run smoother.

Cars were her thing. She could understand them. They often presented a puzzle and it was immensely satisfying when she figured it out.

A light pattering of feet began gliding her way. By the speed and sound, Rosalie easily determined that it was Alice. She paid her no mind and continued what she was doing.

Just a little more to the left. A twist here and..

"Rosalie!" Alice's voice was a lot louder than she had been expecting.

The noise made her hand tense ever so slightly. However, even that small amount of force was enough to render the part useless. A small crack rang through the air as the piece of metal in her hand split in two. Rosalie closed her eyes and sighed down her nose.

"Well that was a waste of $200"

Rosalie extricated herself from the car's engine and threw the now broken part on the ground. It left a small divot in the concrete. She rounded on Alice with an unimpressed look in her eye. Her braided hair flung over her shoulder.

"Sorry" said Alice "But this is important"

Rosalie shrugged. An indication for Alice to continue.

"Dr Stevens's wife is going to go into labour tomorrow" she explained. "It will be unexpected and he'll go on paternity leave"

Dr Stevens was going to have a baby?

The idea gave her a bad taste in her mouth. She could feel that ugly jealousy rearing its head. It curled in her stomach and Rosalie felt her jaw tighten. It always felt like these things were thrown in her face. Mocking her.

"What's that got to do with me?" she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. Not caring to disguise the displeasure from her voice.

"It means that you're going to get a new counsellor" said Alice.

Rosalie raised an eyebrow. What did this really have to do with anything?

Alice rolled her eyes "It means that you'll probably have to stick it out for longer. Dr Stevens was nearly ready to let you go but now you've got to start all over again"

Ah that made sense.

"God Dammit!" Just when she thought this was all over something had to go wrong

oOo

Rosalie waited in that damn hallway. She'd been waiting for over 20 minutes. In the panic of Dr Stevens's wife going into labour they had tried to contact a backup counsellor. You would think that they would have just cancelled this session but no they were too good for that. Alice hadn't been able to see who would be her new therapist because they hadn't made the decision yet. It left Rosalie twiddling her thumbs and lamenting about what other human she would have to tell her 'life story' too. Would they be just as useless?

Just as Rosalie was about to make a huff and leave she heard a voice coming from the reception.

"I'm here, I'm here sorry I'm late. Now which office am I in?"

The accent was british. It was melodic and had a musical quality to it. Something about it suddenly sent Rosalie on high alert. She straightened in her seat.

There was a few more back and forths between the newcomer and the receptionist before footsteps made their way towards her. Heels clicked against the linoleum floors. The scent of the newcomer hit Rosalie's nose before she saw her. Sweet and floral. And definitely not human.

Her nostrils widened and she was on her feet in a split second. Instinct told her to move into a defensive crouch to bare her teeth. However, she ignored them. Standing her ground instead. Not willing to show the newcomer that they had affected her in any way.

The newcomer finally rounded the corner. Gold eyes met gold eyes. A stunned smile stretched across the newcomer's face.

"Well this is a nice surprise"