It was hard, after being in paradise, to return to rainy Washington. But, we did, and in only a few years, 1941, it was time for school, for the first time. Edward had been, but I had waited, and waited with Emmett when he came along. When we both thought our self control was perfected, we headed off to Hoquiam High School—enrolling as juniors. We were the adopted children of Dr. Cullen and his wife. Edward and Emmett were brothers—I was Rosalie Hale. On the first day, people stared in awe at us as we passed through our classes, glided through the hallways. Edward was constantly amused by their thoughts. How beautiful we were, all of the rumors (none of them correct, by the way), some more far fetched than others. There were only a few minds in town he hated hearing. Those of the Quileutes. The tribe lived in Hoquiam, at La Push reservation, always had. Of course, they weren't normal by any standards. From the minute we met, us setting foot on their land, they hated us. It sometimes seemed it wasn't just the age old struggle between vampire and werewolf that made us hate one another. But, we had promised them to never kill a human, that we were different, and so far, we had lived peacefully.

"What's…that guy thinking?" Emmett wondered as he and Edward strolled up to our lunch table. Usually, just the three of us sat there, as was the case that day. Emmett had found Edward's gift very helpful that day.

"Rose—he's thinking about wh—you don't want to know" Emmett scowled at this. I smiled. It was kind of cute—he hated all the attention I was getting from other guys. He tolerated it at first, but the bad pick up lines I kept hearing were getting to him.

"How's your day been?" Emmett asked, taking both of my hands in his. It really wasn't too good. We only had two out of four classes together. I had Sewing, PE, Literature III, and French IV. He had Algebra II, PE, Literature III, and Grammar. The two classes without him were terrible. Sewing was okay—there were no boys in my class. French, however, was torture. I had gotten asked out four times in one hour. PE was my favorite—everybody knew not to too friendly to the girlfriend of the guy who could bench press 600lb (Edward and I drew the line at that—any heavier, and the wolves would be upset, surely). Lit was alright as well. We had gotten offers to join sports teams (cheerleading for me, football for Em), but had decided against it.

"This year is going to be so boring…" Edward droned

"It doesn't have to be…why can't we do some extracurriculars?" Emmett whined

"Because, we're already noticeable enough." He sighed at this. Lunch was almost over. Literature was next, the only class we had all together. Our second day was going as well as it should have, I guess. Until he strolled over to our table, Roses in his hands. His friends were sitting at their table across the lunch room, snickering like the immature schoolboys they were. Emmett tensed up immediately, Edward laughed. This could not be happening.

"These are for you…I'm assuming you'd like to go out sometime…" I guess I wasn't the person to be complaining about conceit, but still…

"Can't…don't you know? I have a boyfriend, who I love very much…" I added, squeezing Emmett hand. He still didn't move. If I were him, I probably would be sick of all these guys too. The boy, I think his name was Richard, laughed at this quietly. Emmett growled, probably unintentionally, just loud enough for Richard to hear.

"Go away—pick somebody else to obsess over" Emmett hissed. Again, I couldn't help but find it sweet, how protective and on edge he was. The poor guy actually looked scared, and stalked off—leaving Emmett very happy.

"Must they? Why?"

"Sorry, babe, I'm really good looking…" Edward rolled his eyes

"I know, but…"

"You know I don't want anyone but you…why should it matter?"

"It shouldn't…it's just…the way they stare at you…mostly your chest or butt anyways…"

"Remember what I said" I said soothingly. Just as the bell rang signifying the end of lunch, a petite blonde girl made her way over to our table—eying Emmett. She wasn't half as, or 1/20 as, for that matter, pretty as me. Her hair was around my length, but limp and dull—the color was the same way. She smiled a huge grin, probably meant to seem flirtatious, but she looked ridiculous. She had no curve to her body either. The only alluring feature was her bright blue eyes, sort of similar to the color Emmett's had been.

"Hey! I was wondering, did you want to go to a movie tonight?" she asked him, overly perky. Now it was me clenching my fists in anger. How dare she?!

"No, sorry…I'm with somebody…" he wasn't doing a good job of masking his relief.

"She wouldn't have to know…" now the girl was acting mischievous, probably on purpose

"Yes—I would, now go—to your next class or something—bye" she shuffled away, staring at her feet.

"Well, that's my first enemy here…" I huffed. Emmett stared at me, smiling.

"Remember what you said…" he teased. Oh yeah…