Chapter 3

Rosalie's POV

'What a prick!'

I looked away quickly at those brown orbs and head out to the door. That Emmett Cullen sure thinks highly of himself. Yes, he's one hell of an attractive guy, but he's also one big of a jerk. A total womanizer, he is.

I quickly made my way to the next class but before I even got to the room, two girls in a cheerleading uniform appear in front of me. One of them I recognize as Lauren, she's a sophomore the last time I was here. She's one of those girls who try out when she was still the head cheerleader and one of those girls who followed me around.

"Rosalie Hale, still in high school, I see." I just give them a deadpan look before walking past them but a grip in my arm stopped me from moving.

"Hey bitch, she's talking to you. Rude much?" the brunette girl, who I can't remember not that I care, was gripping my arm a bit tighter. I shove her hand away from me, and step in front of her. I gave her my best glare and she backed away quickly. Lauren quickly pushed me hard, causing me to stumble backwards.

"Hey you slut! I'm now the head cheerleader in this school and no one messes with me or my minions, you hear that? I don't care if you're a former head here, but that was over now ever since you've disappear to somewhere with your legs open." She sneered. I felt my blood rush through me, trying my best to stay calm. We've caused quite a scene and some students were now forming a circle around us.

"What slut? Cat got your tongue?" the pussy brunette said while Lauren laughs.

"I'm sure I hit nerves somewhere, did I? Let's see which rumors are true. You forgot to close your legs, you got pregnant, or you aborted it? So which is which?" Hush whispers, hollers can be heard around. I fight back the tears that are starting to fall and pushed myself away from the growing crowd and to the bathroom. There were some girls inside who shot me a dirty looks but I ignored them and lock myself in a cubicle. Tears started running down my face as I broke down. I let myself fall down in the toilet seat, pulling up my knees to my chest, and letting out a quiet sob. Even when the bell rings, I stayed rooted in my seat. I was never ready for this. The taunts, the rumors. This is the first time I face the outside world after 'the incident'. I didn't want to face anyone so I stayed inside my house. My parents were ok with it, giving me food and entertainment that I want but they grew tired with it and force me to attend school. I thought it was going to be fine since I was bored inside and that school will keep my mind occupied. But this, I wasn't ready. I know my popularity days were over but I didn't want to be bullied. I didn't want to be the freak of the school because I've seen how they treat them. I know because I was one of those who watch bullies tortured someone.

"Rose! Over here!" I heard Ellie's voice from our usual spot. I made my way across the cafeteria, to the popular's table. When I got there I was greeted with everyone, some were co-cheerleaders, others were admirers and exes, no friends.

"Hey Rosalie, looking hot as always." That was Troy, my fresh ex-boyfriend. We broke up last week since I grew tired with him cause he's just boring who only wanted to have sex. He didn't take it too well and still keep following me and hitting on me that really pisses me off.

"Yeah, well I wish I could say the same." I fake smile as the other snigger around us.

"Oh, don't worry babes. I'm sure you miss me being inside of you, huh? We can always do it again you know, no strings attached." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

'What did I see in him again?' I scoff, rolling my eyes at him.

"Oh, please Troy, ever wonder why it was only a one time thing? Ask your small dick, maybe he'll know the answer that your small brains don't."
Everyone's attention is now on us, even the other table, as a fuming Troy stood up hastily, his white face turned bright red.

"Oh c'mon Rosalie, do you remember how loud you scream my name when I make you come? yeah, my BIG DICK made you scream so hard, don't deny it." I laugh.

"Is that so? Well let's see, Ellie do you remember when you last throw a party and me and dickhead here stayed in your room while you and what's-his-name were in the closet? Well that was the time where I'm having my lamest sex ever and like he said I was 'screaming so loud'." I informed them, quoting the last part in the air, my voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You guys were having sex that time? Oh, I thought you two were sleeping since it's too quiet, so we decided to have fun in the closet. And his name is Jeremy, I think. Or Jerry. Shit I forgot." Ellie said. She let out a loud giggly annoying laugh while I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I turned to Troy to see him turning more and more red that I think smoke will come out in his ears and nose, if possible. I smirk.

"You bitch!" He tried to grab my arms but some of the guys in our table step in front and threaten him to make him go. That's one of the few things that I like being a popular, no one will mess with me because the others will be there to protect me.

Troy gave me his death glare and I just raise my eyebrow at him and smirk. He grabs his things and head out of the cafeteria but not before colliding on someone.

"What the fuck! Are you fucking blind? Can't you watch where you're going?" he shouts as he wipes his polo shirt which is now stained with some sauce. I snicker at the scene.

The girl he collided with tried to help but he pushed her and the girl fell back.

"Don't you fucking dare put your hands on me, I don't want disease you hear me!" the poor girl is now crying as one girl help her up. Troy doesn't seem satisfied yet as he step and crush some of the things that fell from the girl and from what I can see here, it's an ipod and some girl things. I felt anger creep on me as I realize what he's doing, lashing his anger on the poor girl.

'what a pussy'

I start to get up when Ellie grab my arm to stop me. I looked at her for a moment then back at the scene. The two girls are now collecting the crushed things on the floor while Troy is heading out of the cafeteria. I looked back at the girls, who belong to the geek side, as they made they're way on one of the available table. The girl that got knocked over by Troy, was Isabella Swan, a sophomore student who always aced the exams like me. She looked around before her eyes found mine. Embarrassed, pained, angered, sadness were in her eyes and all I could do was turned away.

I wasn't proud with it but that's just how it goes. That's why I didn't want to be like this, I wasn't ready, I was scared. I know I can fight back, well the old Rosalie can, but now, I'm just too weak to fight. I know I shouldn't be affected with what they were saying because it wasn't even true, but how can I tell them the real reason? They will just make fun of it and the last thing I want is to be reminded of it.

If only I had true friends. Ellie was never a friend to me, she was just a follower like everyone who wants popularity, so she sticks with me. No one is true enough to be my friend, no one even bothered to find and talked to me when I was sulking inside my house.

I didn't know how long I stayed in the cubicle as the bell rings here and then. My cries have subsided, just hiccups forming. A loud chatting enters the bathroom, which turned into whispers when they came infront of the cubicle.

"Yeah, and she went somewhere…."

"I think she went here…"

"Here? Really?" some more hush whispers that I didn't get filled the room. I tried to keep my breathing steady for the hiccups to subside. I hear some shuffling and more whispers around and after a few minutes it went silent indicating the gossipers were gone. I let out a huge sigh, my eyes is stinging from crying. A soft knock startled me that I almost fell from my seat.

'Geez, I really need to stop getting so jumpy'.

Another soft knock was in the door of my cubicle.

"Someone's in here.' I choked out, my voice hoarse from crying.

"Are you ok? Do you need anything?" a gentle voice asks from the other side.

"Just leave me alone." I muttered, too tired to speak.

"Well ok. Just so you know its already lunch time." With that said, I heard footsteps going away until it totally disappear. I try to stand up, fixing my clothes as I step out of the cubicle, and stared at myself in the mirror. Puffy eyes, red nose and cheeks, dried tears and a wet sweater were noticeable. I quickly wash my face with cold water, grab a paper towel from the side and wipe my face. I sigh.

This is only the first day and it's already crap, what more will it be in the next few day? I can't be bullied around. I have to be brave, stand up for myself. If only I can have my confidence back.

The bell rings signaling the end of the lunch break and for the next class.

"Just be brave. You're Rosalie fucking Hale and you don't give a shit." I said out loud, facing the mirror, to the girl in front of me, and with that I grab my bag and head out of the bathroom. As soon as I was out, a girl greeted me.

"Hey, finally. Are you feeling better?" the same voice from earlier asked me. A brunette, brown eyed girl, which is one of the last person I wanted to see, stood infront of me. I frowned.

"I told you to leave me alone." I demanded in a cold voice.

"Sorry, I just wanna make sure you're alright. I glared.

"Just because you helped me once doesn't mean you have to do it again. I'm not some damsel in distress!"

"I know that, but that doesn't mean you have to be alone." She gave me a genuine smile, and all I want to do is ripped it off her face.

"I'm not popular anymore Bella so you don't have to be my friend just for it."

"I never said I want a popular friend, I just want you to know that you don't have to be alone." She said, her voice and her eyes showed hurt and disappointment. I looked away. A few moment of silence passed, neither moving.

"Well I have to go, class started minutes ago. If you need anything, just find me ok?" with that, she turned around but I cut her off.

"Why didn't you tell them?" I asked. She turned to me giving me a confused look.

"Why… didn't you… t-told them what ha-happened?" I choked out. Tears forming on my eyes again but I fight it back.

"We're not like that Rosalie. It's not our place to spread those. Anyway, just think about it ok?" she turned around and continues walking away.

You see, Isabella Swan or Bella as she prefers, and her cousin Jasper Whitlock were the only students in Forks High who knew about 'the incident'. Actually they were the first one who knows about it. Why is that? Well let's just say that if it weren't for them, I don't think I'm still alive now. They were the one who found my limp body and took me to the hospital.

It was cold. So cold I think my body is freezing. I felt numb, I can't feel anything other that the coldness. I shut my eyes tight, taking as much air as my lungs can get. I can still hear them, the laughter, the taunting voices, the moans and groans. They were long gone but I can still hear them. It was too much.

Soft thuds perked up my senses. I gently roll to my side, causing some pain and dizziness to rush through me, but I fight it back as I put my ear to the ground listening intently at the sound. It sounded something like a footsteps. The sound is getting louder, like it was getting nearer and clearer. It was indeed footsteps. Two different pair of footstep, getting closer to where I was lying. I curled my naked body trying to hide as much skin as possible. My heart is beating is fast it was almost fighting the sound of the footsteps. Flood of tears rushed through my face as the thought of them coming back and continuing what they had started. The sound of my sob that left my lips was loud enough for the two strangers to stop walking. The next thing I knew, they were hunched over my naked body, as I let out a whimper that I desperately tried to hide. I didn't really heard whatever they were saying but soon enough a warm clothes surrounds my shivering body and hands were hovering over. I struggled out of those hands not really knowing what exactly they were doing, lashing as much as I can with the left energy I had.

"Rosalie, stop. We're not gonna hurt you. It's ok, you're safe now." I looked up and was met with huge brown eyes. I tried to process what has been said. Realization hit me and I broke down, hard. I just cried and cried, as I felt strong arms lifted my limp body. I got a death grip on the strangers arm, holding on for dear life, as I continue to cry until the tiredness and pain overcome my body. the last thought that was on my mind before darkness filled me in was that 'I'm safe'.

I didn't know how long I'd been outside the bathroom or how long I'd been in this position, curled up with knees in my chest, sobbing quietly. No one noticed me, no one was even around since the class have started minutes ago. I stood up when I finally got tired of crying and remembering, and went inside the bathroom again to fix myself. I decided to just wait for my next class since I'm already late with my after lunch class. Once the bell arrives ending the class, I quickly head out of the bathroom and into my next class which is music. When I got there, only few students were there. I walk my way to the corner seat away from the others and wait for the class to start.

A tall, lean blond guy walked inside the room and I quickly look down at my desk when I noticed who it was. The last thing I wanna see is the person who will remind me of 'the incident'. The chair next to me moves a little indicating someone took the seat. I didn't look up from the desk and let my hair falls down to hide my face. The one beside me clears his throat before speaking.

"Hey." I lifted my head and met his gaze. I muttered a small hey back then turned my head in front. I didn't want to have a conversation with him, but I didn't want to be rude and tell him to fuck off and stay away, at least not after what they have done. To my relief, Jasper Whitlock didn't push me, he remained silent and for the first time that day, I was thankful and relaxed. But of course, it didn't stay long as the next person enters the room and invade the relaxation I felt. That big bear guy who shamelessly flirt with me earlier was almost hand fucking the brunette girl who she switch place with earlier, his arm in her waist is subtly massaging it. I watch him chat or rather flirt with the girl around his arm as they sat in front of the room. The noise they were making is starting to get into my nerves. But I'm more annoyed with myself for letting him passed my nerves. He's just some normal horny big muscled guy who flirts with her. It's not like it didn't happened before everything. The old Rosalie Hale had been flirted shamelessly before. Although I admit they wouldn't compare with how fit and lush that bear guy was, still he's just the same like them. So I didn't really know why I felt so annoyed with them right now. I let out a loud sigh as I sink back at my seat, and wait for the teacher to come and for the day to just end so I can go back to sulking inside my own house.

AN: Thoughts? Thanks for reading. :)