The Rebel
Chapter 2
A/N: Okay, just to warn you, Rosalie will be kind of crazy in the beginning of this chapter. She will start having a conversation with herself. So, here are the guidelines you need to know. If the letters are bold then it is either an author's note or a Rosy the Rebel speaking part. If the letters are italicized, then the words belong to Rosalie Hale.
Disclaimer: Okay, so I don't own Twilight! Sue me! Okay not really. In fact, please don't!
I ran to a door marked "Janitor's Closet" to find some guy named Mike Newton sucking on some girls face.
They didn't even turn to see who had walked in. Trying to get the couple's attention, I cleared my throat rudely. I was now on the verge of crying and was NOT taking anybody's crap!
"Get out of my closet!" I screamed. The girl I now recognized as Jessica Stanly pulled away from the thing, turning an unnatural red color. She ran out with Mike in tow. Not before Mike winked at me; obviously he did not realize that he had Jessica's tacky lipstick smothered all over his face because as he walked down the hallway he was flirting with random girls and they were giggling… no laughing at him.
"What a pig." I muttered under my breath before going into the closet. I sat down next to a broom and pulled my knees to me chest. Sobs began to rack my body as I wondered why life was so cruel.
Why are they being so mean to me? Rosy the Rebel said bitterly.
Well duh… you were mean to Bella first remember? Rosalie answered. She was normally right even if I did not like to admit it.
All I did was called her a klutz… and tripped her… and told her that Edward only pretended to love her because he was trying to make me jealous Rosy argued back. (A/N: Crazy Rose is so flipping fun!)
And you don't find that mean? Rosalie said this sarcastically.
No. Rosy stated simply.
Wow, they were right. You are a cold hearted jerk/whore. Rose was bringing the conversation to an end.
Shut up, I'm not a slut. See, I'm a broom closet and not making out with a guy. She thought she had won… boy was she wrong.
You were earlier. I began laughing while crying, an odd combination. I wanted to be Rosalie again, but I wanted to be Rosalie the Rebel to. The problem was that every time I tried to be Rosalie my "friends" would stop me, threaten me even.
The bell soon rang and a dragged myself out of the closet and dusted off my skirt and pink tank-top. Honestly it was to cold for these clothes but I had just bought them new and decided to wear them. It was a relief to know that my make-up was water proof so I didn't have to worry about it.
As I walked into the class room some guy I had only talked to only winked at me. It disgusted me to my very core but I had an image to maintain. I winked back; a wolfish grin covered my face. He smirked at one of his friends and I cringed, his friend was Royce King. I had been secretly in love with him sense 6th grade. He had a dreamy smile, light blonde hair, and beautiful pale blue eyes.
When I was younger, I always pictured myself walking down the isle towards the handsome man. My violet eyes would meet his blue ones and we would smile warmly at each other. But that was just a dream, I was the "Untouchable" and he was dating Jessica… gross.
I smiled shyly at him before I realized I was showing weakness in front of my clique.
After walking over to my best friend Lauren, I popped a piece of strawberry gum into my mouth and blew an abnormally large bubble.
"Miss. Hale, are you chewing gum in my class?!" Mrs.Styles's nasally voice reached my ears ultimately causing me to pop my creation.
"What do you want?!" I said annoyed. This earned a few giggles from the class. I noticed Alice and Jasper rolling there eyes.
"Another bubble and you will receive a detention!" she shrilled at me.
I muttered, "What ever you say grandma." Before watching her face turn red and assigning the whole class extra homework.
"Way to go Rosey," and "You just couldn't keep your mouth shut" now replaced the previous giggling.
"Exactly what I need, something else to ruin my life." An Emo named Justin sighed from the back of the room.
"Yea, Rosy." Lauren giggled from beside me, not even bothering to use correct grammar in front of Mrs. Styles. Right then there was nothing in the world I would not trade for bursting her happy bubble… except my image. I kept my mouth clamped shut.
This was my: oh so charming life. A best friend who openly makes fun of you, a boyfriend who you stay with for no longer than a week, people loving you one moment and hating you the next, and missing the only people who ever cared about you. Even when they want you to come back, to comfort you, you push them away. Yes, that was my life. And at one time I wanted it more than anything in the entire world.