A Bad Deal?
Water Demons
The weather was warm, but not too hot, the last remnants of summer still in the air before the weather cooled down substantially in October. And in order to celebrate the last of the warm weather and sunlight, Rosalie had thrown a party in her backyard. A pool party to be exact. But the only guests invited had been Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and Edward. And Bella.
But while the popular kids were having fun, drinking and getting drunk out of solo cups, clad in swimwear and bopping their heads to music playing from a speaker, Bella was moping around in her regular clothes, fiddling with her fingers nervously.
It had been two days since last Rosalie had promised to get back at Bella for what Angela had said and to say Bella was nervous was an understatement. She had no clue what the blonde had planned and her stomach churned with nerves, alternating with waves of arousal when she got an eyeful of the blonde walking around.
She was all long tan limbs, her body sculpted to perfection. She was wearing a little red bikini that was just perfect for her, not at all hiding the curves of her hips or the swell of her breasts. Her hair was done up in a messy bun and she had glasses situated on the slim bridge of her nose.
She was lying on a tanning chair, soaking up the rays and sipping on a mojito. Edward and Emmett were having some sort of swimming competition, splashing around in the water. Alice and Jasper were laughing and talking about something on the other end of the pool. Bella was sitting by the patio, trying to focus on the other teens and not Rosalie because the blonde was exposing too much skin for Bella's heart to handle. And it was totally conflicting with the fear she felt.
All that Bella could garner right now was that Rosalie had invited Bella here so she could serve them food and drinks. Kind of like a waiter. Replicate fancy drinks from websites. Prepare bite sized snacks. Clear up the empty dishes and redo. Not that Bela minded. It was much better than getting the shit pummeled out of her. And they ignored her for the most part, letting her be bored out of her mind peacefully. Except when they needed something.
"I need a refill," Rosalie shook her glass back and forth, the ice clinking in the empty cup. Bella jumped from her seat, grabbing the cup and avoiding to the best of her ability from looking down at Rosalie. She wanted to look, wanted to soak in her smooth golden skin, the rippling muscles underneath it, but it was dangerous to do so, and not only because of what Rosalie would do when she caught Bella staring, but also because it made naughty thoughts run in Bella's head.
The popular teens all had perfect bodies, worked to perfection all in their own right. Emmett had huge chiseled muscles, not an ounce of fat on his body due to his rigorous football regime. Jasper and Edward were smaller in stature then the giant but they had a sort of Greek like beauty to them, reminiscent of the Greek and Roman sculptures, almost like each muscle had been carved out of stone.
And Alice was the smallest of them, her features rendering her to look sort of magical with how delicate looking she was. Like a light breeze could break her tiny fingers and petite features. But as Bella rubbed her chest, she recalled how strong the small girl was. She had held up the weight of Bella in one hand as she had dangled the taller girl out the car door. And she was certainly crueler than her innocent and angel like features indicated her to be.
But of course Rosalie's beauty out-shadowed all of theirs. There was something intoxicating about how she looked. Something regal about the way she moved; about how she so much as blinked and breathed.
Oh my gawd, I sound so obsessive right now. I need to stop. Bella was falling back into her old mindset, the one before she got to know the real Rosalie, when she would mindlessly ogle her and think up of dreamy phrases and poetic words to explain the blonde's beauty and captivating presence. Finding out what Rosalie was like ( for Bella had heard the rumors but it was different to hear one thing and actually experience it in person ) had sort of put a damper on Bella's idolization of the blonde. It didn't soften her crush, just made it less idealized.
It must be the sun. Yes, it's getting to me. And the bikini. God. She looks so good in it. Well, duh. She's a model. She has to look good in clothes. And in no clothes. I bet she looks so good naked-Bella shook her head to gather her thoughts, to pause her imaginary hands running down Rosalie's smooth exposed and toned stomach, and focused on making another drink for Rosalie.
When she returned with it she found that Rosalie had gotten up from her chair and was talking to Alice and Jasper about something, the two of them looking delighted with what she was saying. Bella didn't bother to wonder what it was they were conversing about, just walked up and gave Rosalie her glass.
The trio had finished talking by the time Bella had arrived and turning smoothly on her heel, Rosalie snatched the glass up and walked back to her chair. Bella made sure to keep her eyes looking up, and not following after Rosalie's legs that just went on for days.
Great. Thanks hormones for reminding me why I have such a huge crush on her.
"Hey, Bella," Alice started, smirking mischievously. Bella didn't like the way Alice was talking to her. She was certain something was up.
"Hi," Bella said and gave an awkward little wave before she moved to go away but Alice but a hand on her shoulder.
"Trying to leave so soon?" Jasper asked, pretending to be hurt. His eyes were a bit glazed over and the smell of alcohol reeked from him.
"I'm just gonna get more drinks for you guys and stuff," Bella lied.
"We don't need that," Alice waved it away. "But tell me, do you know how to swim?"
"Uh...yes?" Bella asked, not certain why they were asking her such questions.
"Good!" Alice clapped her hands. "Time for a swim." And then she and Jasper lunged forward with delighted laughs and pushed Bella into the pool.
"Fuck-!" Bella gurgled out as she hit the cold liquid. Water invaded her lungs and she flailed her arms to try to stop her descent. It took a while for her panicked brain to figure out what to do with itself before it commanded Bella's body to swim up and get air, and Bella got her limbs to work in coordination and she broke through the surface with a huge gasp.
She treaded water as she tried to regain breath, coughing up water. She was aware that Edward, Emmett, Jasper and Alice were laughing at her, peering down at her in the pool and pointing their fingers at her.
Haha, very funny, Bella thought sarcastically as she floated over to the pool edge. Emmett reached down a hand to her, a wide grin on his face. "Man you should have seen your face. It was hilarious!"
Bella didn't want to say anything to that, so she didn't. Because it certainly wasn't funny for her. She accepted Emmett's hand only for the boy to use it to fling her into the pool once more.
Again a chorus of laughs greeted Bella as she resurfaced, spitting out water angrily. Assholes! This time Bella knew better than to accept Emmett's help and got out of the pool by herself. Her clothes were thoroughly soaked, down to the underwear and socks and she knew there was no way she was going to be able to go home like this. She wringed out one end of her shirt. A puddle grew under it as water poured out.
"I can't believe you fell for Emmett's trick. It's like the oldest trick in the book," Edward chuckled nastily before high fiving the big man.
"Yea, yea, stupid Bella, right," Bella muttered, moving to push some wet strands of hair out of her face.
"Looks like you got pretty soaked. Just like Alice and Jasper and I hoped you would," Rosalie purred as she strode over from where she had been tanning and watching in amusement as Bella had struggled in the water.
Of course Rosalie orchestrated this whole thing to happen. I suppose it was part of her revenge. Now she knew what the trio of friends had been talking about earlier. She wished she had come in on them sooner and heard their plan so she could avoid this.
"And there's no way you can walk around in clothes like those." All of Rosalie's friends nodded their heads at her words. "You'll catch a cold or something, and I can't stand to have your nasty little dyke germs around me. Why don't you guys help Bella strip."
Ah, shit, was the single thought in Bella's head as she realized what it was Rosalie was ordering. Should I struggle? It'll make things harder for them, but I clearly know it's going to do jackshit because there's four of them and they all work out and I'm a little weak ass chicken shit. Maybe I could ask nicely, laugh it off as a joke or something? Maybe plead with Rosalie to change her mind?
Nah, that'll only encourage her.
"Hey, I can undress myself," Bella suggested, hoping that by some miracle they would let her do this by herself. At least she would have some control over her situation then and not have it entirely at the mercy of others. Others who clearly hated her.
"Rosalie said you needed some help doing it," Emmett jerked back his thumb to Rosalie who stood impassively by, sipping on her drink.
I should have spit in her drink while I had the chance. Such a bitch. Still hot tho, Bella looked away from the other, not wanting her body to get aroused now when it would be revealed to others.
"Guys..." Bella tried once more, trying to pout in hopes that it would work on them. Somehow charm them into leaving her alone. Of course it didn't work. Bella didn't have magical hot god powers. But she sure wished she did.
"Quit stalling Bella. We're just trying to help you out," Alice cooed, shoving Bella on the shoulder. The girl stumbled back a step, getting dangerously close to the pool edge again.
"Yea. Helping you, like friends do," Jasper put emphasis on the word friends. Bella didn't think they were being friendly right now.
"Yea, friends," Edward seconded, pushing Bella on the other shoulder and nearly shoving her into Jasper's chest. The boy held onto her before he pushed her roughly away and into Emmett's hard chest.
"Guys stop. Stop it!" Bella cried out as they began to pass her around and around, laughing cruelly at her. She tried to push back against them, to try to kick at them, bite. But their fingers jerked on her clothes, pulled on her hair. She felt they were all around her. The world was spinning too much and she couldn't catch a breath, their laughs vibrating in her ear and echoing around her skull.
She was close to tears if she wasn't crying yet. "Stop it!" There was a huge rip following that loud cry and Bella fell to her bottom, her shirt ripped down the front, exposing her chest and stomach. She was gasping, feeling unstable and afraid. They stood towering over her, silent.
Bella prayed that it would be over. That it wouldn't get any worse. But it did.
A whole lot worse.
"Don't cry Bella," Rosalie's cruel voice brought her attention back to the blonde whose gaze swept over her exposed skin to the frightened brown eyes. She jerked Bella's chin up with her hand, her nails biting into Bella's skin. "The fun is just starting. I told you I would get you back for your little friend's nasty comments. And I always keep my promises." Rosalie gave a toothy smile before she straightened back up. She tossed her phone to Edward who caught it in his hand surprisingly for he was buzzed just like everyone else around him. "Use that to record everything. I want it all for blackmailing purposes later." Then Rosalie directed that perfectly predatory smile to Bella, her captured prey, stuck behind a cage of perfectly tan legs, wearing ridiculously expensive flip flops.
"Now, Bella. Listen carefully. This is what I need you to do..."
A/N: I think this might be the crux of the worst thing that Rosalie does to Bella before things get worked out between the girls. Essentially Bella's breaking point where she realizes she needs this to stop or else it'll just be a repeat of what happened before in her last school. Next chapter: Bella strikes back.
