The Rebel
Chapter 7
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Poem disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the disclaimer poem.
Outside the tented windows of the car, stood Emmett staring at my car with curiosity. He was the only one in the parking lot, mostly because everyone else was supposed to be in class. Why wasn't he?
I bravely stepped out of the car, and watched my Aunt drive away. I turned to look at him, only too see his's face fall dramatically. I watched mixed emotions fly across his face like winds form a desert until it finally rested on anger. He walked towards me for the first time in five years and my heart welcomed the familiar face, pounding wildly in my chest.
Even with the anger written across his face he was still my Emmett. Maybe he didn't wear the happy expression that always made me happy, but he was still the same. He always showed his emotions to everyone around him.
When he finally made his way across the parking lot he reached out to touch my cheek gingerly. "What did he do to you?" he asked. Tears of anger evident in his eyes.
My mouth dropped open. How had he possibly known it was my uncle? I quickly closed it and regained my composure, setting my jaw, "I tripped." I stated.
His eyes widened and he gave me a suspicious look, "Rosalie, you and I both know that you didn't trip."
For the first time in a long time, my name graced his lips and I had to fight a smile. I missed how my name sounded when sounded in his voice. I missed everything about him. However, I had worked too hard for my image and I had stepped on allot of people. I didn't want people taking advantage of my moment of weakness.
"I tripped," I stated firmly, "There is a first time for everything."
Emmett rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed that I was so bluntly lying to him. "Yep, maybe your right; People trip into other people's fists all the time."
I could feel my face growing hot with anger and he cringed, waiting for me to blow up. I didn't want him to be afraid of me. Not like everyone else. I wanted him to treat me as an equal like he always had, and was now. He never talked down to me, he never talked up to me either, we were simply the same. And that's all I wanted. Sadly, that was the only thing I could never have.
"Why cant you just believe me?" My voice was supposed to come out angry but it just came out bitter and broken.
Before I knew what hit me, his huge arms were wrapped around me and I was fighting the sobs that were threatening to rack my body. My arms wound tightly around him and I realized that I had forgotten how well we fit together. 'Like peanut butter and jelly,' my mother had always said. I took in a deep breath of the smell that was Emmett, and Emmett alone.
The moment didn't last, as much as I wanted it too because Emmett pulled away. "Let's go get some lunch." Just as he said that the lunch bell rang and I hadn't realized how long I had been in Dr. Carlisle's office.
I was about to decline until my stomach gurgled an approval. Emmett laughed, "My treat?" My stomach, of course, grumbled again and there was no way I could decline.
He walked over to his jeep, holding my hand so that I couldn't get away. Opening the door to the passenger side, he let go of my hand and tilted his invisible hat towards me, "Ladies first."
"Well go on in," I tilted my imaginary hat as I mocked.
Emmett just held his hand over his heart, "That hurt." I could tell he thought I was joking until I stuck my hand in his back pocket and climbed into the drivers seat. He sat there dumbfounded so I had to encourage him more.
"Well come on!"
A huge smile found it's way to his face. He climbed in and we were off.
(Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update! I've had a lot going on and I just have not had it in me to write a new chapter.)