Chapter 16
"Can you just kill me now?" Bella moaned.
Rosalie archer an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Your brother saw me." She threw her arm over her eyes, wishing she could dissolve into Rosalie's sheet.
"And?" Rosalie's voice had a 'so what' tone to it.
"Annddd, have you looked at me? I look so much like..." she trailed off, unwilling to admit aloud that she looked like a slut.
"You look like a girl, Bella. A real girl."
Bella sat up, glaring at Rosalie. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, and I know it's not your fault, but you always dress more like a boy than a girl. Besides, wasn't the point to have him notice you? You certainly didn't dress that way for me. At least, I sure hope you didn't. 'Cause I don't swing that way."
Bella crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from Rosalie. "I can't imagine what you're talking about."
"Well... I'm sure if you're wanting to experiment in that way, then Lauren or June would probably be willing to kiss you. Or, rumor has it, that Julie swings that way. Bagging an eighth grader like her would do a lot for your rep –"
"Oh my god, Rose! Would you shut up, already! You know that's not why I'm dressed this way." Bella was sure she was blushing clear to her roots.
"Thought so." Rosalie smirked.