Where The Young Become The Mighty

"Is there something you need to tell me son?" Carlisle asked as he took a seat on top of his desk.

"No!" I roared. Esme had already sat down and asked me if Rose and I were a couple. I denied everything. They've got to be insane to think Rosalie and I were together. For years me and Rosalie had somehow fought about something, we bickered and were mean to each other. All signs of a...couple of teens crushing on each other.

Fuck.

No wonder why they thought we had a thing going on. But I've never liked Rosalie liked that. I had never once thought of her as something more than a friend. In fact, she was more of a sister to me than anything. A sister who I made out with and who I felt up and who I got...hot for.

"There's no need to keep your relationship a secret. If you and Rose want to-"

I cut him off, "Rosalie and I are not together. We never wore nor will we ever be!" I jumped out of his brown leather chair, and began to bend my fingers, cringe and shutter in disgust.

He sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Can I go to school now?" I begged.

He nodded his head and I quickly dashed out the door. I tugged at the sleeves of my blue sweater. It had snowed this morning, bringing in the colder air. I slipped my jacket on and bent down to tie my sneakers. In the corner of my eyes I saw a body walk towards me. I sighed as I realized who it was.

"Can we talk?" Rose's somber voice carried through my ears. I stood straight and nodded my head. She was wearing one of Esme's summer dresses and a pair of her heels. She grabbed my elbow and led me out the door. There was a thin white blanket of snow covering most of the land, I sighed. Rosalie slid on one of Alice's non-fitting puffy coats and zipped it up. She followed me down the porch steps and to the Volvo.

"I want to thank you for letting me come over so late, for being there for me," she murmured. I nodded my head and unlocked her door before walking to my side. We climbed inside the car and I turned it on, letting it warm up before I turned the heat on.

"I also want to apologize for," Rosalie paused for a moment and searched for the right word. "For what I did. I had no right to kiss you." I looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were locked on her hands. Through what I could see, Rosalie was in pain. I wasn't sure if it was because of Emmett, her broken baby factory, or for kissing me. Whatever the reason, it made me feel horribly guilty.

"I kissed you back remember?" my voice was full of anguish. I was sure Rosalie would notice.

"Only because I put you in a state of confusion. Edward, this is all my fault. I want the blame. Let me have it, please." She looked at me with her teary blue eyes. I sighed in defeat and turned the heat on.

"I'm still going to kick Emmett's ass."

--

And I was.

As soon as we arrived at school, I was on the hunt. Emmett could probably smell my anger from another room. I hadn't seen him once all day. I had never been so excited to learn where babies came from. Once the fourth period bell rang I made my way to Health, the first class I shared with Emmett. I heard the sound of strumming strings and knew that it was Jasper.

Mr. Tucker must have not been in the classroom, he would have for sure bitched out on Jasper playing. But as I walked into the room I realized it wasn't Jasper. It was Emmett, sitting on a desk in the back of the classroom; playing the guitar and singing to Tanya and Kate.

"You are the reason why I won't be sleeping tonight. Yet, you are the reason why I even feel alive." I snorted as I heard him a verse of a song he'd wrote in ninth grade for Rosalie. He was such an ass. Playing Rose's song to the school sluts, he was going to get beat even worse. I wouldn't even worry about his extra weight and muscles. I was skinny and fast, I had better reflexes.

I glared at him as I took my seat. Mr. Tucker walked into the classroom, the music silenced and I heard a small scuffle as everyone took their seats. Emmett sat beside me in his assigned seat, passing his guitar to Jasper who was behind me. I blinked lazily and stared at the white board. He had no idea what was in store for him.

None.

"So, Edward," Jasper whispered as Mr. Tucker popped in a movie. The Miracle of Life. "I heard that Rose spent the night." Emmett stiffened in the corner of my eye, I grinned wickedly. I turned my head to the side, facing Emmett but spoke to Jasper.

"Yeah," I whispered back. "She climbed in through my window." Emmett glared at me, his pencil threatening to snap in his large grip.

"What happened?" Jasper questioned.

I laughed darkly in my mind. "Let's just say my bed had more people in it then it usually does."

Snap.

R.I.P #2 pencil.

"You didn't!?" Emmett growled through clenched teeth.

"Now I see why you were so smug all the time. Rose is a pro," I lied.

He shot straight up; my own body followed his lead.

"Mr. McCarty, Mr. Cullen. Sit. Now!" our teacher demanded. We ignored him and continued to stare angrily at each other. Both our fists were clenched, our jaws pressed down hard and our nostrils were flared. I could feel the excitement buzzing around us. What was it about fights that thrilled people? That made them stop what they were doing just so they could see someone get harmed?

Teenagers were messed up.

Mr. Tucker walked over to us with his large frame, preparing to pull us a part if needed.

"I will not be having this in my class. If you two need to talk, I suggest after school," he spoke.

"No!" Emmett and I growled at the same time. Before I knew it his fist made contact with my nose, pain shot through my sinuses and I quickly threw my fist back, hitting only the air. He came back around, jabbing his elbow into my stomach. He didn't get enough momentum because Mr. Tucker started pushing us away. I immediately made my chance, remembering Rosalie's pain brought back more anger. I slammed my knuckles into his chin.

"That's enough!" Mr. Tucker growled. I felt Jasper's hand tug on my arm and felt myself being pulled apart.

"My office. Now!" he roared at us. I wiped my nose and sighed at the blood on my sleeve. I pulled away from Jasper and walked into Mr. Tucker's office. He was the coach of the not-so-great football team. Emmett pushed past me and into a seat. I rolled my eyes and scooted my chair away from him before sitting.

"I want you two to talk," he said as he shut the door. He took a seat in his chair. I leaned back in the metal chair and crossed my arms.

"What's your problem?" Emmett asked.

"Rosalie, that's what," I stated.

He turned and looked at me. "What are you talking about. Last time I checked you two were trying your hardest not to kill each other and know...your sleeping together! You're fucking disgusting, you know that?" I sat straight up, turning my body to him.

"I am not sleeping with Rosalie."

"Then what was that with Jasper, all that smug shit?" he questioned.

"Rosalie called me at like, one in the morning, crying. She asked if she could come over and I said yes. She was still crying when she was at my house. And you know why?" I asked, sarcastic curiosity leaking from all sides.

"Because I broke up with her," he said in a somber tone.

"No. Because she found out that she can't have kids. That's why she's been 'acting weird', and you dumping her was just what she needed in her state."

A crease formed in his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

I leaned back and wiped at my nose. "Positive."

He also pressed his back into the chair, his body falling down a bit as he stared at the empty space in front of him. You could feel the guilt around him, but the confused look on his face didn't make it seem that way. I had to admit that I was feeling guilty.

Emmett had no idea what was going on with Rosalie, he did the only thing he could do at that time. Rosalie's sudden funky mood made him scared and confused. What was he suppose to do?

--

"Guess what's going on next Friday!?" Alice chimed as she took her seat. Her small frame blocked my few of Bella; who was still ignoring me.

"What?" I asked.

"A party!" She squealed.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned.

She sighed and handed her pudding cup to Emmett, who grinned widely. Alice looked at me with her small yet large eyes. Her mouth opened and all of a sudden my mind was screaming, RUN!

"You know how mom and dad are going to Cali for the weekend? Well, I'm throwing a party. Costume of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. Everyone is invited, so feel free to bring a date or a buddy or whatever. There will be alcohol too, if I can find someone who would get it for us," she bit her small lip and her eyes lit up. "I can ask Jessica's brother! He's old enough."

At this point I began to zone her out, my body tilt to the side. I peeked over my sister's shoulder and spotted Bella talking to herself. No. Not herself. She was talking to Jacob, she was mad too. He said something back, she looked up from her tray and at the people around her. Her face grew from anger, to hope then to disappointment. She shot straight up, grabbing her book bag and walking away from the table.

She was headed my way. No not my way. To the exit. But it didn't stop her from looking at me. She sighed and sort of smiled before disappearing out the door. I bit my lip. Should I go after her? I turned my head to see her staring back at me as she walked out of the door. Yes, I should. I grabbed my back pack and coolly walked outside.

She continued to walk ahead of me, looking back every now and again. She led me straight to the woods just outside our school. She was sitting on a fallen tree, staring at her shoes.

"I'm sorry," she spoke as soon as I was in hearing distance.

"For what?" I asked. She brushed back some of her brown hair and looked up at me with her large doe eyes.

"Being such a jerk. Ignoring you. Messing with your head," she sighed. I sat beside her, feeling her warmth.

"What do you mean?"

"I," she turned toward me, her hands pressed together and between her knees. Her eyes continued to look down as she opened her mouth and began to speak. Her eyes flashed toward me faster than I would have seen. "I want to go out with you. I really do. But I'm not...allowed to go out with you."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say.

We sat there for a moment in silence, our breathing defined by the fog and our warmth shared between us two.

"What if we...you know, secretly dated?" I mustered.

I felt her lips on top of mind suddenly, before I could kiss her back she pulled away. I looked into her brown eyes.

"I think that's a brilliant idea."

A/N

- I thank Tom Felton for the lyrics. His accent is really potent and makes me squirm. In a good way.

Sorry for the long wait, I got addicted to twitter and have been busy with The Sparkle Awards. I'm so excited for the 12th, but I already know who won!

As for Rosalie; she's just a hot mess right now. I plan on destroying the world around her, why? I don't know. She was just an unlucky target. I'm sorry for these boring filler chapters, but I can't just come out with everything. I've got to work my way around them. It will be worth it, hopefully. -crosses fingers, toes, eyes, tongue, liver, lungs...everything!-

Costume party next time! What will you be dressing up as?