Chapter Thirteen: I want to Kiss you

Charlie stopped short when he entered the room. Bella froze behind him, wanting to let out a groan of exasperation and defeat. Sitting on the middle of her bed, albeit clothed in Bella's flannel, t shirt and jeans, was Rosalie. She was reading a book, headphones over her ears. She arched a brow when she saw Charlie come into the room.

Pulling off her headphones and smiling as widely as her bruises would allow her too, she said in a pleasant voice, "Good evening chief."

Bella could see Charlie working his jaw furiously from where she stood behind him and knew she was in a lot of trouble. A shit ton of trouble. "Rosalie, what a surprise to see you here." Charlie's voice was scarcely restrained and she could see his hand clench in barely veiled anger.

"Yes, I can surmise your surprise at my being here, but I have a good reason for it," Rosalie said languorously, not at all perturbed to be staring down an officer of the law.

"And what is that reason?" Charlie's tone of voice denoted that it better well be a damn good reason, like the end of the world, for her to be here, under his roof, in his daughter's room.

Rosalie closed the textbook she had been reading and lifted it up so that Charlie could see it was a history book. "Me and Bella are working on a school project together and I intend to uphold my part in the project so that we get a good grade. But the other reason I am here is because I was assaulted this evening." Charlie made to interrupt but Rosalie got off the bed, raising her hand for silence. "I was waiting for Bella today outside the house when she arrived with her two reservation friends. I am sure you are aware of the pact between the Cullen's and the Quiletes. I am not to enter their land and there won't be any issues. I have up-kept that bargain but it seems Jake and his overly violent friend have no intention of doing so. They attacked me for waiting for Bella. I was forced to fight back and thus sustained these injuries." Rosalie gestured at her busted up face and then pulled up her shirt to her bra line, exposing the black and blue marks on this. Charlie chewed on the inside of his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest but didn't say anything yet. "I did injure them physically, I'm not going to lie about that, but it does not cross any of the deals made by the contract as they were in the wrong this time. You can ask Bella, she was there."

At this Charlie turned to Bella, who wanted to shrink under his police stare, one he saved for cracking hard criminals during interrogation. "So?"

"I, um, I was. I was." Bella quickly clarified. "And Rosalie is not lying. I know you don't trust her dad but she is telling the truth. As much as Jake is my friend, he did hit her first and then Leah joined in the fight too." Bella's voice got steadily quieter as she ratted out her friends. She felt bad for doing this but it was the truth. She couldn't lie.

"Thanks to Bella's quick thinking she stopped the situation from progressing," Rosalie added and Charlie reverted his gaze back to her. "She threw herself into the fight to stop us and then tended to my wounds. Your daughter is truly a marvel at healing." Bella felt herself blush at this praise. Rosalie's mood was just all over the place today and Bella didn't know what to think of it. She had been terrifying during the fight and then sweet and teasing afterwards, before they started getting hot and heavy...

Bella pinched her hand to stop thinking about what they could have done if her dad hadn't interrupted.

Rosalie finished what she had said and looked levelly at Charlie. Charlie smoothed out his mustache before answering in a tone of voice that sounded like his teeth were being pulled out. "Jake's account did not state who started the assault, but I will have a word with him about this and I will clear it up with the Quileutes. You don't need any unnecessary trouble. As for the school project, you can...stay and finish it with Bella. But it will be downstairs and under my supervision." He pointed his finger at the ground, showing that this was the final decision.

Bella felt relief trickle through her. Her dad wasn't being impossible. Maybe he wasn't actually mad at her. "As for you young lady, we will talk later," Charlie glared at Bella. Well, never mind then. Charlie turned on his heel to walk out when he stopped. Glancing over his shoulder he gave Rosalie a once over. "Are you wearing Bella's clothes?" He sounded absolutely revolted by this idea.

The corners of Rosalie's mouth curled up as she tried to hold back a smirk. "Yes, Bella offered me them because my own clothes had been ripped and dirtied during the fight." If Charlie was revolted by Rosalie merely being in the house and wearing Bella's clothes, then Bella didn't want to know how he would react to her and the blonde having kissed and more. The dread of him ever finding out filled her body and left her feeling ill.

Charlie let out a begrudged sigh and ran a hand over his face. "How long will the project take to finish?" he asked instead.

"Oh, I don't know. Bella how long do you think it will take?"

Bella was caught off guard. "Two hours?" she hesitantly said. She didn't want her dad to get more discomforted by Rosalie's presence but she also didn't want to get yelled at by him and wanted to put it off for as long s possible.

"Fine, I expect you out of my house by ten pm, and I am calling your parents to let them know what happened here today." Rosalie full out smirked at this.

"Fine by me. Call them; that is if you can reach them." Charlie didn't respond as he left the room. Once he was gone, Rosalie strode over and closed the door, placing her back onto it before gazing coyly over at Bella.

"I told you to leave," Bella huffed out. "Why didn't you listen?"

"And miss out on a wonderful conversation with your father?" Rosalie got off the door, drawing close to Bella, her intense gaze on the younger girl. "I'm not someone who runs, Bella," Rosalie said, running her hands up the brunette's sides.

"What are you doing?" the girl hissed. "Do you want to get caught by Charlie doing this? He was ready to kill you just for wearing my clothes. Do you know what he would do if he saw you touch me?"

"Oh, well, I'm counting on it." Rosalie drew close to Bella's ear as she said this. She's crazy! Bella thought. The blonde wanted to get caught! She pulled away with a horrified expression at the look of brewing mischief on Rosalie's face.

"Let's get started on that project, shall we?" Rosalie said.

Rosalie and Bella settled down at the table across from each other, textbooks and papers spread out across from them. Charlie sat in the armchair in the room, his gaze on the TV but both girls knew he was only pretending to watch the game. He was intent on making sure the two of them behaved.

"So, Bella," Rosalie purred. "What was it that you were saying about George Washington again?"

"Um, I was just saying that, he was a great president," Bella said, arching a brow at Rosalie. Were they pretending to do a project on that particular historical figure? She quickly flipped to a section on him. Could they really pull off this charade for two full hours?

"Did you take down the notes in class?" Rosalie asked, pretend flipping through Bella's notes as if they were her own. "Well no-" the brunette's answer was cut off when Rosalie flipped a paper over to her. Bella picked it up and immediately felt her face heat up. Rosalie's messy handwriting was scrawled on top of her notes, the words I'm wearing your underwear making Bella squirm in her seat. She looked up at the blonde who was smirking openly, chin propped up in her hand. Was the blonde really wearing her underwear or was she just pulling her leg? Bella didn't know but she wanted it to be true, the concept of the blonde wearing her underwear kind of turning her on. Which pair is it? Is it the blue one with dolphins or the red one with cherries? Fuck, Bella couldn't concentrate on her work now. She tried to shoot the blonde an angry glare, but only succeeded in failing.

"Bella, you look a little flushed, do you need some water perhaps?" Rosalie drawled too loudly and Bella glared at her to shut up.

"Is something wrong?" Charlie turned in his chair, fixing the girls with a glare.

"No, dad, it's fine," Bella insisted, trying to look busy. She refused to met his stare, hunching over her paper and pen and placing Rosalie's note under her textbook.

"Okay," Charlie said and turned back around after a couple more awkward moments of staring.

"Anyways, George Washington was the first president of the USA." Bella began reading from the textbook, hoping to refocus Rosalie on the task before them. But the blonde had other ideas.

"Dropped my pencil," Rosalie said and proceeded to climb under the table. Bella kept reading the text aloud, unaware of the other girl's mischievous plan.

"Some stories about him involve him cutting down a cherry treeeeeeee-ah!" Bella bolted out of her seat, face flaming red again and knocking down her chair.

"Bella what happened?" Charlie was out of his chair, hand reflexively reaching for his hip, even though he had taken off his gun upon coming home.

"Nothing, nothing," Bella coughed in embarrassment. She definitely couldn't tell her dad what the blonde had just done to her under the table.

"It was a spider. It scared Bella but I killed it," Rosalie said calmly, sitting prim and proper in her seat as if nothing had just happened, as if she hadn't been under the table three seconds ago. How had she even moved that fast? Charlie frowned at her under his mustache, not looking like he believed her. "Rosalie Cullen, I swear if you are lying and have done anything to hurt Bella-" Charlie trailed off threateningly.

"Dad, relax, it's just a spider." Bella grabbed at her dad's arm, pulling him back. "I overreacted." Charlie reluctantly pulled away, heading back to his chair, his eyes not leaving Rosalie's face until he finally sat down.

"I sure hope for Rosalie's sake it was a spider. And that you're not lying to me Bella." Bella grimaced. If only her dad knew the full extent of the relationship between the two girls...but technically Bella hadn't been lying. He had never asked directly if they were involved in the romantic manner. When her father had settled back in comfortingly, Bella picked up her chair again and sent another withering glare at Rosalie. Bella's evil glare game was weak compared to the other girl's and she merely rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing?" Bella whisper-asked. "You're going to get us killed."

"I'm not leaving here without stealing a kiss from you," was Rosalie's answer and it threw Bella off-guard. That was strangely romantic coming from the blonde. Ah damn it, now I'm finding her romantic. Stupid me! Why do I have to crush on her?"Your father interrupted us just as we were getting to the good part."

Don't remind me, Bella groaned as she felt a throb between her legs start. "And how are you planning on doing that?" Despite herself Bella was actually feeling excited to see how the blonde was going to achieve this. Especially with Charlie in the same room as them.

"Just play along," Rosalie winked. She held out her hand. "Give me your hand."

"Why?"

"Don't question it." Bella shrugged and stuck out her hand, which the blonde clasped in her own. Then, with her eyes never leaving Bella's, she put one of Bella's fingers in her mouth. Bella let out a soft oh, as her ring finger was wrapped in wet warmth to the knuckle. The blonde suckled on it, drawing her tongue over the whole length of it. For some reason this was damn erotic and Bella didn't understand why. She had never thought that having someone suck on her finger could turn her on, but it was. Maybe because it's Rosalie? She rationalized, or maybe because she was a finger type of girl but had never really known before. Or maybe it's because of her lips. Ugh, they look so damn kissable right now. She let her eyes lid, enjoying the sensations. She was so absorbed by it that when Rosalie lightly bit down on the tip of her finger, she moaned. Loud. She stopped in her horror, her eyes going wide. Immediately Rosalie's lips smirked up and she pulled away Bella's hand, letting it drop to the table just as Charlie swiveled in his chair.

"Bella?" he asked, concerned and confused that his daughter had made that noise.

Bella immediately tried to cover it up by choking and coughing on air as she tried to sputter out an answer. Rosalie's face was full of mirth. "Charlie, I think she needs some water, can you get her some?"

Charlie got out of his chair, bolting into the kitchen as Bella's surprise cough attack was already dying down. "You alright, Bella?" Rosalie asked, batting her eyelashes. The brunette nodded her head, and cleared her throat, her cheeks red from exertion. "Good," Rosalie drawled and leaned over the table, pulling Bella's face to hers. They kissed, mouth pressed to mouth and Bella wanted to scream out, what if Charlie comes! Yet she didn't want the kiss to end, hoping that their surroundings could fall away so that they could kiss forever. Rosalie pulled away, sitting back in her seat and leaving Bella with a stupid look on her face as Charlie walked in with a glass of cold water.

"Drink this Bella. Your face is really red." He placed the glass on the table and Bella took it gratefully, cheeks burning in guilt and arousal as she hide her face under her thick curtain of hair to avoid his eyes. He hovered over her as she drank the glass empty before handing it back to him. He took it, sending a look at the two girls. "You have an hour left ladies," he reminded them before going to wash the glass.

For the rest of the time Rosalie was there, she kept the flirtation to a minimum, having succeeded in reaching her goal. Once she was gone, still wearing Bella's clothes, Charlie turned to his daughter and crossed his arms over his chest. Bella sighed. She knew they were in for a long talk and she was not looking forward to it.

"Isabella Marie Swan," he started, using her full name and she knew it was going to be a serious conversation whenever he used all her given names.

"Yes, Charlie?" she said with exasperation.

"Why did you lie to me about whether Rosalie was in the house or not? What were you thinking?"

"I didn't mean to lie," Bella fiddled with her fingers and let her head hang down. She hated when her father scolded her especially when she hadn't done anything wrong. She had told Rosalie to leave, but the girl hadn't. That wasn't her fault!

"It''s just that you get so angry about her, and she was hurt and I wanted to help her and she was supposed to leave and not be in the room, but I guess she wanted to talk to you and I don't know why she couldn't do it in another way," Bella began to ramble on and stopped when she felt her father's hand on her shoulder.

"Bella, you are a sweet girl and I don't want to see any harm come your way. It was nice of you to help Rosalie," this latter part he said with much difficulty. "But she is dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt. People like her will eat people like you alive, so please, please, stay away from her as much as possible." Bella lifted up her head to see only love in her father's eyes. He truly thought that staying away from Rosalie was the best option and frankly Bella agreed with him. But it was too late now. The other girl had drawn her in and she was in too deep to get out. For Pete's sake, she had a crush on her!

"Dad, could you tell me why she's so dangerous? If you did it would help me understand better." Bella chanced a hope that her father would explain something to her. He was the chief of police, he had to know something, anything, that could help Bella shed light on the mysterious blonde.

Charlie gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand over his mustache before gesturing for Bella to take a seat at the table. Bella did so and he sat down in front of her, looking at his folded hands on the table top for a while before he finally spoke. "There are a lot of things I do not know about her, as the Cullen's keep a tight lip about the difficulties their children have. We don't have any of the kids files in the office, not even Emmett's. Carlisle finds a way to make it happen and we can't seem to stop him. So about Rosalie's past I do not know much, but I can infer. And what I can infer is that a child like her didn't have an easy childhood. You can see it in the way she walks and talks, like she's always on the hunt for something. You can see it in her eyes. The way she looks at people as if their nothing but trash beneath her feet. Even though she's received therapy and all the help Carlisle's money could buy, there are some things you simply cannot erase, and those are the things that haunt her from her childhood and make her unstable; dangerous." Charlie paused at this, to clear his throat. He looked uncomfortable telling Bella this but when he saw the brunette leaning towards him in interest he continued.

"What I do know about her is that she got into a lot of trouble in school. That she started bullying and victimizing the people there. People were afraid to say anything about it, and it was actually one of the Cullen siblings who reported her and brought her into the station. After that there were no more instances of such incidents, but we don't know if she has truly stopped or if she's just bidding her time so that she can do it again. That's why I'm worried for you Bella." At this Charlie reached out and cupped his daughters cheek. "I feel like she's a string woven tight, ready to snap and I don't know when. So I'd rather if you stay out of her way so when she does snap, she won't take it out on you."

Bella sat back in her seat, her dad's hand falling away. Her head was spinning. Rosalie had bullied people at her school? She should have guessed as much, given the blonde's rough behavior towards her. Still the information made a lump sit in Bella's stomach. It reminded her of all the times she was bullied in Phoenix, how the girls had been pretty just like Rosalie, and how they had mercilessly made fun of her as they kicked her around.

"I'm sorry to make you worry Bella." Charlie got up from his seat. "Do you want some hot chocolate to cheer you up?" When Bella shook her head no, he sighed. "I realize you have a project to do with her and all, but please do try to finish it as quickly as possible. And if you ever have to meet to do it in a group, do it here, when I'm at home so I can keep a safe watch on you."

"I will dad," Bella said softly. She needed some time to think over what she had just heard first. "I'm gonna go upstairs and shower and go to bed." With that she pushed away from the table and trudged upstairs. Undressing in her room she dropped her shirt to the floor by accident and bending over to pick it up noticed that Rosalie's old clothes were under her bed. She pulled them out, wrinkling her nose up at the smell of dried blood. Should she wash and return these? Could she ask the blonde if it was really true that she had bullied others, and why? A huge chunk of Bella knew that Rosalie was a bully and that she most definitely bullied others, but a small part of her didn't want to believe it, wanted to think that it was Rosalie who had gotten attacked and who was forced to fight back.

Sighing heavily, Bella dropped the dirty clothes into her laundry bin for later wash and crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to her nose. She could catch a faint whiff of the other girls scent on them. Flowers and spice; a heady combination that filled Bella's chest with giddiness. Oh boy, she was not going to get any sleep tonight either, but she'd have to try. She had school early tomorrow. She closed her eyes and was trying to drift off to sleep when she heard a ping go off from her computer. She reluctantly pulled away from the bed, cursing whoever had sent her a mail this late. Opening up her mailbox she saw that it was from the same man from before, the one who had claimed to be Rosalie's father.

Hello,

Are you still there? If so, please respond to this email.

Best Regards,

Rosalie's father

Bella deliberated. Should she go to sleep? Should she finally answer the man? Bella sat down at her desk, clicking the option of reply to mail. She knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep anyways, so why not make it a productive night? With quick finger strokes she sent him a short email.

Dear Rosalie's Father,

I do want to help you, so what is it that you want to know about Rosalie? I can tell you all I know and then could you possibly answer any questions that I have about her?

Best,

Swan

Bella hesitated when signing off the email. She didn't want the man to know who she was. She didn't trust him just yet. First she'd get him to confess who he was. It was barely a minute after sending the mail that Bella got a reply.

She clicked it open.

What do you want to know?

Bella shot back a question immediately.

First off, who exactly are you? And why are you only trying to find Rosalie now?

Then with nothing better to do, Bella waited and waited for an answer.

A/N: Who is this mysterious man, and what does he want?