Rosalie's POV
Oh, that bitch! Seemed to be the only thought my mind could produce as I walked away, Edward gripping my arm tightly all the way.
Okay, so 'ouch' seemed to make its appearance in my head occasionally as well.
"Would you mind," Edward said, flinging my arm aside when we stopped by his Volvo, "telling me just exactly what that was?"
I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes menacingly before allowing my face to relax into the calming, innocent façade that I knew would soften him toward me.
"What do you mean, Eddie Darling?" I asked, sugar-coating my voice in a way I hoped he wouldn't be able to resist.
But apparently, after all my time spent trying, and when I actually have him, I still have no idea how to win Edward Cullen over.
"One: Do not call me 'Eddie', or any other of your 'endearing' nicknames involving the name Eddie, okay? Two: You know exactly what, Rosalie," he said in his eerily calm voice that I swear he reserve just for times like these.
You know, when he's pissed?
Which is a lot.
Ouch.
"No, honey, I don't. The only thing that happened back there was that Isabella Swan Bitch acting up again," I said, knowing this would piss him off even more. As if he'd actually do something about it. Wuss.
Serves him right. Who does he think he is, pining after that slut the moment she stepped out of her dinosaur of a truck, when he has me? Rosalie fuc—
"Are you kidding me?" Edward hissed, breaking off my internal rant.
Wait, what? Since when do you confront me?
"Since you went too far, Rose! Isabella's done nothing to you! No matter what secret 'atrocity' you claim she committed, I know it's all bull. But now, you're brining my sister into it? No. I've had it."
I stared at him in complete shock. Apparently I had spoken out loud.
Oops.
"I'm sorry, but you wouldn't understand," I hissed back, tiered of acting like none of this shit bothers me.
You're gonna regret this Edward Cullen. You and your little whore, too.
I couldn't help but smirk at that one.
"Wouldn't understand? Look Rose, I know you're the one who started those rumors about her; I know you're the one who ruined her life here. Whatever it is that she 'did', I think you've more than got back at her," he said, still deadly calm, but then his face took on a pleading expression. "Can't you just let it go?"
Pleading! I can't believe it. First he gets all upset over spilt milk (coffee, whatever) and now he's begging on her behalf. Oh, Hell no!
"Letting that go would be letting you go," I said, batting my eyelashes, trying to get him to realize what was a stake.
"Well, if that's what it takes, I'm more than willing to 'sacrifice'."
I froze. He. Said. What?
He was looking at me with an unreadable face, waiting for my next move. Like always.
The only question was if I should let him go, let her win, or hold on and act like I'm 'behaving', and show everyone that he's still mine, and that that wannabe hasn't won me out.
Huh…
But then I saw Isabella burst out of the building and race to her truck; saw Edward look over at her in sympathy and complete adoration, and start to walk over to her unconsciously.
So, hold on it is.
"No, wait, Edward!" I cried. "I'm sorry, I just, just…" I buried my face in my hands and let out a sob. "Please, don't leave me, I love you."
I felt him hesitate, felt his indecision and knew he felt bad; knew I had won.
"I won't Rose, just try, okay?" he said before walking off to get to class, Isabella Swan completely forgotten once again.
And, as much as I hate looking weak and actually begging for something, I knew it was what had to be done.
To get what I want.
I smirked at Isabella's rapidly retreating truck.
Check mate, Bitch.
"Rosalie, honey, how was school?" Mom called from the kitchen as soon as I stepped foot in the house.
"Fine," I replied casually, smirking as the image of Isabella Swan covered in coffee and fuming and Edward ultimately choosing me over her (again, whether he was conscious of it or not) filtered through my head. I let out a small laugh before, "Great, even."
"Well that's great darling!" My mother came out of the kitchen, steaming cup of tea in hand, fake smile plastered on her face.
Nothing ever changes.
"Where's Dad?" I asked when I sat down on the plush white couch in our living room, after I got up enough courage to ask.
"Oh, your father?" I watched her face crumble before it gave way to that mega-watt bogus smile that always seemed to be on her face when we talked about my 'father'. "He's at a meeting; in Europe. He says this could be huge for the company, honey, so he might be away for a while."
Important meeting my ass. I can't believe the man can't just come out and say he's taking one of his 'lady friends' to Paris or the freaking Bahamas.
But then I look at my mother's face and, like I always do, realize that his lies really are for someone's benefit.
So instead of voicing what both of us really know, I say, "Oh, I wonder if he'll bring you a tennis bracelet like he did last time?" At least he has a guilty conscience.
"Maybe."
The fake smile is back as I walk up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Miss Hale, it is time for school," a voice accompanies the three soft knocks on my door that came from Dorethea, the housemaid.
"I'll be up in a second," I said, my voice still thick with sleep…
No, my voice NEVER sounds like that.
Whatever…
I get up slowly, shuffling to my personal bathroom.
Why the hell did my mother find it necessary to make everything so goddamn bright.
And pink.
Yeah, the pinks gotta go.
Though, the color of my too bright bathroom is the last thing on my mind when I look in the mirror and see Isabella Swan's shell shocked, pale face gaping back at me.
A/N Okay, I am so so so so sorry that it took me so long to review. I kinda lost all inspiration to write this after that first chapter. But reading and re-reading your reviews gave me the inspiration to continue this… so thank you! I PROMISE I will update soon, and if I don't feel free to flame away, considering I left two cliffies in a row…
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