Okay, thanks to anyone who reviewed or read my previous chapters! I forgot to say, but those were prologue chapters. This is actually chapter one.

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RPOV (Rosalie)

I stood before a mirror, admiring the view as I slowly brushed my hair with the most expensive brush money could buy. When I had been human, my beauty had been admired by all and so my parents had to buy me the best of everything. All my clothes were designer, my make-up made of the finest quality, my brushes unique to me, everything helped me be as beautiful as I could possibly be. Now, as a vampire, I was the most exceptional thing to be seen. And today, I had really outdone myself. I was wearing a tiny white skirt that showed my curves in the best way, a strapless green shirt with glittering sequins around the middle, and my favourite brown wedges. My hair was loose, and I clutched a small small brown designer bag. I could practicly hear my friends scream in jealousy, even though they approached me with wide smiles.

"Oh my god, Rosalie, you look beautiful. That is such a cute top," Tanya told me.

"Totally." Lauren agreed. "Emmet won't be able to take his eyes off you."

I spun around, my smile disappearing, "It doesn't matter what Emmet thinks." I told them, "I really can't stand him." They were always saying that I liked Emmet, but I knew I didn't. Even if he was the most attractive male I had ever seen, I hated him. I hated him as much as I hated Jasper, Edward, Alice, and Bella, who stood in my way.

We ad all formed groups, in a way. The six of us were leaders of our groups, and we all hated each other. For I knew I should be the most popular vampire out of us all, and they all stood in my way. My two best friends, Tanya and Lauren, were supposed to understand that. They were semi-popular, because they were best friends to one of 'the six', as my enemies and I were called.

Lauren giggled, "Come on, Rosalie. So you really don't like him?" I shook my head, and went back to brushing my long blond hair, "Then I think I will go for him. He is really cute, and I caught him staring at me yesterday..."

"What!" I screeched, "He was staring at you? How dare he?" I screamed in a rage.

My so-called best friends giggled at me, and I realized that both Bella and Alice were staring at me, from where they stood talking to their friends. I glared at them both, but they just glared back. The stupid, ugly, brats.

"Rose, you love the guy. Just admit it." Tanya said, after helping me glare at my enemy, "I mean, Lauren was just kidding about the staring thing, so we see if you got jealous. And man, did you ever get jealous!" they both started laughing uncontrollably.

"Something the matter, Rosalie?" a sweet sounding voice asked behind me.

It was too bad that under the sweet voice, I knew Alice was an annoying freak, "No, you stupid little pixie." everyone turned to stare at our fight.

"Oh, thats so original, Rosalie Hale. You should win some kind of award for your wit." she laughed her evil pixie laugh, "Anyway, what guy were you screaming about? I thought you said you could get any guy you wanted because of your," she paused with a giggle, "beauty. I'm sure that you are the only thing Emmet can think about." Alice high-fived her best friends, Jane and Jessica.

I was fuming, and trying to think of something to say, "Yeah, well, at least guys look at me." I retorted, "While you just stand there pining for Jasper's attention."

Alice slapped me across the face, a pained look on her face, "You have no idea what you are talking about, Rosalie." her friend Jane informed me, and then I felt my head explode in pain.

"Jane!" the pain went away as swiftly as it came, but I fell against the floor, gasping, as I heard Esme go on, "I have already told you not to use your powers against the others. Do not let me catch you doing it again. Are you alright, Rosalie?" she helped me up and I found myself glaring at Jane.

"Yeah, fine." I muttered, and then turned back to the mirror to fix my hair that might have been ruined.

Esme didn't looking convinced, "Well, if you say so, dear. Oh, Bella, there you are. I'm about to go hunting, would you care to join me?"

I heard Isabella respond, and she followed Esme out. That was another reason why I hated Isabella Swan; the girl sucked up to Esme and Carlisle by using their alternative to blood. It wasn't natural; I always drank human blood and I could easily say that I was addicted to it. Not like the newborns we were being trained to kill though, I knew that I had to drink responsibly.

"What a freak." Tanya said, observing Jane, who was talking quietly with Alice, "Her entire existence is just," she struggled to think of a word, "immoral."

Lauren agreed, and then the three of us picked up our fashionable bags and stalked out the door to the main foyer where we could flirt with guys. Ismiled at all the usual admiring looks I got, and then glanced around to see if any of my annoying enemies were around. The coast was clear, except... oh no. Emmet was making his way towards me, looking impossibly handsome as he did so. If he weren't such an arrogant jerk, I would have totally fallen for him. But he was my enemy, so I sneered his way, as did Lauren and Tanya.

Emmet smiled back at me, and stopped when his face was not two inches from mine. His two friends, Felix and Mike, stood right behind him. Emmet whistled as he took in my attire, and I noticed that his eyes were not looking at my face.

"Why, hello, beautiful." he said in a low voice, "Someone is trying hard today. You know, you didn't have to do all this to impress me, Rose. I think your hot no matter what."

I rolled my eyes, "Like I would try to impress you. I hate you. Is that really too hard to understand?" it was clearly a rhetorical question.

But Emmet, being the idiot he was, decided to answer, "Its not to hard to understand, Rosalie. You like me, a lot, and now you are trying to impress me."

"Look, Emmet." I said his name with disgust, even though I rather liked his name, "I don't like you. When I asked if you could understand, I was aking a rhetorical question."

His nose scrunched up in confusion, "A what question? Does it mean that you love me and you want to hang out the next time to Volturi let us out of our prison?" he was referring to how we sometimes went to the mall on rainy days, so that we could get used to our bloodlust.

"No, you idiot. Rhetorical means I'm asking a question you aren't supposed to answer, because we both already know the answer." I was getting incredibly annoyed.

"Great. So I'll take you to a movie next time then. What do you say to horror movies?" he seemed curious.

I took in an angry breath; he was impossible! "As long as your face isn't in it!" I said angrily.

He nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll put my face right next to yours." then he leaned in and kissed me.

Even though I absolutely couldn't stand Emmet, wanted nothing to do with him, and knew all this, I couldn't help myself from kissing him back. I mean, who cares if he is repulsive, horrible, annoying, stupid... hot, amazing, incredible, and the world's sweetest vampire?

"Didn't last long, did you Rosalie?" a laughing voice said behind me.

I turned to see Edward Masen, who I knew I hated from the first time I layed eyes on him. He was smirking at Emmet and I, and if I were human I would have blushed, "Oh, be quiet, Masen. You are just jealous that you couldn't snare anyone like me." I snapped.

Emmet nodded, his eyes burning into mine, "Thats for sure." he said, so quiet that I doubt even all the other vampires heard.

Edward frowned, then pulled on the wrist of some girl with bright red hair, "Hey, want to go out during the next break?" he asked.

The girl nodded, a dzed expression on her face, "Hows that for snaring?" he asked me.

I rolled my eyes once again, "Please, she doesn't compare to me. How about I make you a bet, Masen?" now I would get revenge, "Which ever of us gets a date first with a certain person wins."

Edward nodded, "Okay, you have to ask out Jasper." I pulled a face.

"And you have to ask out Isabella Swan." now that was never going to happen; everyone knew Bella didn't like anybody except her best friends.

He took in a breath, "Fine. You ask out Jasper Whitlock, I ask out Isabella Swan."

Emmet decided to be included in our conversation, "I'll ask out Rosalie." he suggested.

Both Edward and I ignored him, wandering away to work out strategies. My strategy was short and simple: I would walk up to Jasper and ask. If my beauty didn't get me what I wanted, when I wanted. Nothing could.

I tried to tune out the voices of Tanya and Lauren, who were both telling me that I didn't need a stupid bet to convince Edward Masen anything. Personally, I agreed, but a bet was a bet. Except I'm pretty much sure that Tanya was wishing I had told Edward to ask her out instead. I could tell that she had a crush on my worst enemy.

Then I saw Jasper walking down the hall with Alec and Erik. They were all quiet, and glared at my friends and I as they walked up. I had to force down my own glare to smile sweetly at Jasper.

"Oh, Jasper." I cooed, "I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime?" I batted my eyelashes, and wondered what his disgusted expression meant.

"What do you want, Rosalie? Can't you go annoy someone else?" he demanded, and stalked off.

That made me loose it, "What? How dare he talk to me like that!"

Then I realized that Edward was once again standing behind me, laughing his stupid head off, "That was priceless, Rosalie! And I thought you said you were beautiful?" he wondered.

"She is." Emmet, my hero, said, "The most beautiful thing alive." I didn't hesitate at his kiss.

Edward pretended to barf, and wandered away while I kissed Emmet. I no longer cared that I was supposed to hate him because I now knew what I had been denying myself; I loved Emmet. He grabbed my hand and we started off to his common room so that we could 'talk' more.

Several hours later

I was walking along the hallway, with Laura and Tanya at either side of me. They had demanded to know what had happened between Emmet and I, and were gloating about how they knew it would happen. I just ignored their talk, because my mind was on other things. Like how I had to ask out Jasper before Edward asked out bella (like that was going to happen) while I was 'dating' Emmet. It would certianly be a challenge, that was for sure. Then I heard a familiar annoying voice; Edward's. He was talking with Mike about something. I put a finger to my lips to get my friends to stop talking, and leaned my ear against the door from which Edward's voice was coming from.

"I just don't know, Mike." he was saying, "I can't just ask her outright. Why on earth did I agree to this? I mean, asking out Isabella Swan? She loathes me!" he seemed frustrated and I had to hold back a laugh.

"Come on, Edward," Mike responded, "Just ask her. I mean, its not like you have to go through with the date or anything. Just get her to say yes to one and then stand her up."

I was starting to think I liked Mike's way of thinking when I got distracted by something Edward said, "Thats the thing, though. I don't want to stand her up. I mean, the problem isn't the date. It is getting her to agree to the date. I don't want to hurt her for some stupid dare with Rosalie. I just want her to say yes."

"You like her, don't you?" Mike asked. No duh, genious, I thought.

"I'm not sure. Maybe." Edward said in a strained voice, and I could just picture him pinching his nose to regain his composure.

Then I decided to open the door and let Edward know that I had been listening when the door to the room suddenly and Edward came out, glaring at me, "Don't you know better then to listen at doors?" he asked with a growl.

"No." I told him, and was about to talk about his admittance when Bella herself came into my view. For once, her friends Bree and Angela weren't with her.

"Oh, Bella." Edward called out. "I need to talk to you." he walked past me without a second glance.

I saw Bella hesitate, "Um, okay. Is there a problem?" why did I suddenly feel like mocking her. Oh, yeah, because she sounded like a stupid, niave, child.

Edward turned to glare at me and I remembered that he could read my thoughts, "Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. With me, I mean." Wait! Was Edward- Edward Cullen- actually stuttering?

Bella suddenly looked frantic, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just don't think it would be all the great-" she spotted Angela and raced away without a backwards glance.

I burst into laughter, "Now whose loosing the bet, Edward?" I said his name in a mocking of the shy voice Bella Swan always used.

But I was spared listening to Edwards retort because Emmet, always my hero, came to my rescue, "Hey, Rosalie, sweety." he said.

"See you around, Edward!" I called over my shoulder as I turned away.