A Bad Deal?
The Second Coming of Detention
With heavy steps Bella made her way to the detention room. She still couldn't believe what she had done: get detention willingly. When the text from Rosalie had come, demanding the brunette to incur the wrath of the teachers so that she could accompany Rosalie in her punishment, Bella had been taken aback. Who did Rosalie think she was, bossing Bella around like this with crazy demands? But then Bella remembered who Rosalie was-part time model, head bitch in charge, and no holds barred fighter. So, after much moral debate, Bella had finally given into the demand and texted in class, getting her phone taken away and earning a detention.
And now here she was, on yet another Friday afternoon, much like the one she had first met Rosalie on. She stood in front of the door to the room, thumbing her book bag's strap nervously. Why did the blonde even want her here? Why did she want Bella to entertain her? It couldn't go well, that Bella knew for certain. Sighing, she pushed the door open.
The room was empty except for the detention teacher who lifted his eyes up lazily from his paper to instruct her to sit down, and Rosalie, who was filing her nails. The blonde flitted her eyes up to the brunette and a small smirk tugged up her lip corners before her eyes looked over at the desk in front of her, indicating this was where Bella should sit. Bella smiled weakly at it as she took a seat at the desk. Now what?
What was Rosalie going to do? Or did she simply want to see Bella suffer detention with her? The blonde continued filing her nails, unperturbed and now acting as if Bella wasn't in the room at all. Bella sighed softly and laid down her head on top of her bag. Her father wouldn't be happy about this at all. Last time he had scolded her for getting in trouble for texting in class. She was the chief of police's daughter after all. She shouldn't be exhibiting such behavior, she should be the very epitome of rule abiding. Or at least that was what her father wanted her to act like.
Well, she couldn't. She couldn't live up to his high standards. Such as the ones where he wanted her to marry some nice guy. Sorry, but I don't like men. She still hadn't come out to him and she felt no need to do so. She'd leave Forks as soon as she could and go to a college where such things would be more acceptable.
Bella lay there with her head on her bag, feeling tense. The room was quiet, save for the rustle of paper's moving, for the ticking of the clock's hand, or for the filing of the blonde's nails. She felt restless. And bored. Waiting for something to happen, for Rosalie to do something.
She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, not believing she had gotten detention for the sake of Rosalie just so she could sit here bored. Bella did the stupidest things sometimes. It was probably what got her into so much trouble in her last school. She had a tough time saying no to people, which made people think they could get away with asking her all sorts of inane demands. She had gotten wrapped up with a bad group last time. A group of delinquents that forced her to push drugs for them. She had almost gotten expelled for it, but luckily had escaped punishment by the skin of her teeth only because she wasn't a user of drugs herself.
But because the other kids had been expelled they had come after her with a vengeance. They stalked her, cyber bullied her, and left her nasty little gifts at her mother's house. This had escalated to such a point that they had moved houses, gotten a restraining order. Still, that hadn't been enough and it wasn't until Bella was physically hurt that it was decided she should move out of state. And thus she had come to live with her father Charlie.
In Forks, she promised things would be different. She promised she wouldn't let herself be roped up into doing such things again. And here she was already moving to someone elses whims. Bella hated herself for being so weak. And it was always towards pretty girls. It had happened with Victoria, and now with Rosalie. When would she ever learn?
With those negative thoughts she eventually drifted off, only awoken by a big piece of balled up paper hitting her on the head. She lifted her head up, eyes blurry. Rosalie was looking at her, impatient. "How long were you planning to sleep for?" Her tone of voice was soft but harsh.
"There's nothing else to do," Bella grumped out loudly, rubbing her eyes. Rosalie shot her a warning look. "He's sleeping. Finally. So don't yammer about loudly and wake him up."
Bella turned her head to see that the detention teacher had indeed fallen asleep. His paper was held loosely in his hands as he sat slumped in his seat. He always fell asleep during detention. Bella wondered what was the point of asking him to look after the kids if he couldn't stay awake.
There was the noise of a chair sliding back and Rosalie got out of her seat. Watching with wide eyes, Bella saw the blonde make her way over to her, pulling up a chair to sit in front of Bella. "So," she propped her chin up in her hand. "Who do you like?"
"W-what?" Bella sputtered out. Where was this coming from?
"Which girl in this school strikes your fancy?"
"Oh," Bella felt her face flush. Right. Rosalie was probably curious about that. But why was she curious about it? Was she asking just to make Bella discomforted? Probably. Or more likely to find out something even more embarrassing to hang over the brunette's head to get her to do more things. "No one," she answered knowing the answer wouldn't satisfy Rosalie.
She was right. The blonde scoffed. "Don't give me that bullshit. How would you know you're gay if you don't have a crush on someone? You can't."
"Yea, you can," Bella countered, a touch defensively. Who was a straight person to tell her this? "It's the same way that a straight person knows their straight without even having to date someone."
"Hm," Rosalie commented on that. She didn't look convinced. "So who is it?"
Damn this girl was insistent. Could Bella shake her off? Probably not with the way the girl was looking so intensely at her. The blonde's brown eyes were on her, boring onto the brunette's skin as if she could see all the secrets she held there. She opened her mouth to speak but Rosalie was impatient. "Is it that blonde haired girl you sit with?"
Bella furrowed her brows at this. "Jessica?" she asked with disgust in her voice. She'd kill herself if she had to date her. The thought disturbed her more than having to date a guy.
"Then her friend?" Rosalie clicked her tongue as she went down some mental list she seemed to have.
"No, I do not like Lauren. Or Jessica, or anyone in my friend group," Bella said feeling a bit annoyed at Rosalie's prying. "I already told you that I'm gay, because I just know I am without me having to date anyone to know it. Or without me having to like anyone."
Rosalie waited a beat, amused by Bella's annoyance at her before she added this, coyly. "So I take it you like someone outside your friend group."
"N-no! Stop it!" Bella sputtered, as Rosalie was inching closer to the truth. Bella knew she was gay ever since her crush on Victoria, the theory only redoubled when she had gained a crush on Rosalie.
Rosalie arched a brow at Bella's discomfort. She leaned in closer, her tone low. "Oo, and who is it? Do you have a crush on the little dyke, Emma?" There was only one openly gay girl in the school. But Bella didn't know her, much less even like her. Emma was very in the face gay, forcing it down the throats of everyone that she was gay. Bella found it irritating only because of her own inability to be confident in her sexuality.
"Just because she's gay doesn't mean I like her. Just like me being gay doesn't mean I have a crush on every straight girl. I'm not like that. And neither is any other lesbian."
"Someone's getting defensive," Rosalie sang, her eyes dancing with mirth.
"No, I'm not," Bella said more calmly when she realized her words were getting more heated. It was just hard to rein in everything she felt dealing with issues on sexuality because she had never been able to talk to someone about this openly. And here she could, with Rosalie of all people. Bella again wondered why the blonde seemed fixated on this topic with Bella. Was it because she had never really met another gay person before? But there was Emma...so why couldn't she ask her?
It probably lent more to Bella's current situation. She was an undercover gay, asking Rosalie to keep that secret and maybe the blonde felt like she could ask all these wildly inappropriate things of her because Bella couldn't snitch on her to anyone, and Rosalie wouldn't lose credibility if she hung out with Bella, but she would if she was seen around Emma. Emma wasn't really high up on the social ladder because of her openness, while Bella was in the middle. Not really popular but not really uncool. Just bland. She was neutral territory much like her friend group.
Rosalie wasn't dropping the topic. "If it's not Emma, and since you seem reluctant on saying who it is you like, then it means they must be out of your league. A popular kid."
Bella's heart skipped a beat at this. Shit, she did not like the way Rosalie was thinking.
"And since there's only a handful of popular kids, mainly me and my friend group, that leaves me with two options," Rosalie was saying this slowly, loving the way that Bella's face was going pale and how she had begun to grip the table harder unconsciously. "Is it Alice, or is it me?" At this Rosalie had someone gotten closer without Bella noticing, or maybe Bella blanked out a bit due to the panic rising in her chest and missed it. The blonde was hovering in front of her, out of her seat, hands flat on Bella's desk top. Her face was close to Bella's, so close that Bella could feel the warmth from the other girl. Rosalie's scent encapsulated her and Bella tried to stop herself from drinking in the sweet smell greedily. How could one smell so sweet but act so vile?
"Which one, Bella?" Rosalie was still speaking but in hushed tones. Bella felt the urge to lean away from the other, to get away from her, but she also felt the urge to lean closer, to embrace her. Her brain was short circuiting and she could barely think on what to say or what to do. She needed to refute this claim but she was afraid if she opened her mouth now she'd lean forward to kiss the other.
Bella wished once more that she didn't have a penchant for falling for dangerous and unattainable women that were bad for her health.
Rosalie leaned back after what felt like a long time and snorted in annoyance. "No answer?" Bella couldn't tell if she had made the other angry or not. Rosalie sat back down in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. She cocked her head to the side, as if trying to read Bella's face. The brunette only flushed under the others scrutiny and turned her head to the side, hoping her long locks would cover up her red cheeks. There was a long silence, interspersed with snores from the teacher, in which Bella hoped the other would now leave her alone. She didn't want to be questioned anymore. She was afraid she would slip up and blurt out that she had a crush on Rosalie. She was terrified as to what the other would do to her. Beat her up? Shame her in front of everyone?
"I noticed you didn't mention Angela's name." Rosalie's words after such a long silence startled Bella and she jumped in her seat, turning her eyes to the other. "I'm going to take that as you liking her. Do you?" She leaned closer at this when she noticed Bella still hadn't spoken. "Or it is Alice?" She reached out a hand and brushed back the stray lock of hair that had fallen free, behind Bella's ear. "Or me?" Bella blushed fiercely at this which she feared would only serve to reinforce the blonde's hunches, so before Rosalie could say anything she blurted out hastily, "It's Angela. It's her."
Rosalie chuckled as she let her hand drop. Bella swore she could still feel the others touch. "How cliché, having a crush on the best friend."
Bella shrugged violently at this, wishing detention could already end so she could go home and bury her face in the pillow and scream loudly at her own stupidity for complying to Rosalie's demand of going to detention with her. Bella should have known the other would seek to unnerve Bella as a form of entertainment to pass the time. Bella wished that hadn't been the case, that she had wanted her to be here because she had wanted to talk normally with her, have a girl to girl talk. Why couldn't Bella ever have a crush on some normal girl? A girl like Angela would be great actually. But no, Bella's hormones were attracted to people who were her complete opposites.
"Have you confessed to her? Of course not," Rosalie didn't wait for Bella's response. "You haven't even come out yet. But don't worry. I can help with that." A smirk grew on her face as she sat back in her seat. Bella's heart jumped at her words.
"You said you wouldn't tell anyone-"
"I won't. I'm just going to help you confess your feelings to her."
Bella's jaw dropped open at those words. Rosalie had said it as if it was the most normal of ideas, but it wasn't. "You what-? Why would you want to do that?"
"I take care of my playthings," was Rosalie's blunt response.
Plaything? Since when? Bella didn't know how to feel about this. Her mind was horrified by this idea while her body unhelpfully got aroused. What sort of plaything? Her libido asked coyly. Not that sort, she mentally berated herself.
"Besides, it'll make this boring school more interesting. And I'm sure you can use all the help you need with the romance department. You don't have a lot to work with."
At Rosalie's flippant comment on Bella's looks the brunette clenched her hands tightly. "I don't need your help," she insisted with as much acid as she could muster.
"Yes. You do," Rosalie said patronizingly before patting her on the top of her head and moving her chair back to her seat. And just in time. For the teacher let out a huge snore, coughing loudly to clear his throat. This woke him up and when he gazed around the room he saw Rosalie and Bella sitting where they had once been. But the anger coiled in the brunette went over his head completely as did the smug look the blonde sported. He then went back to reading his paper.
A/N: I have up to chapter 16 planned out at this time. As for the pacing of the story, there will be a little bit of Rosalie being a bitch to Bella before the two get to be on somewhat friendly terms.
