CHAPTER FIVE

Rosalie's Point Of View

Jason was driving me back from Espressamente ily's and he had been so great. I was falling in love with him all over again. I looked over at him from my seat. I loved how he looked when he drove, the way he would pay so much attention to the road. But I wanted him to pay some attention to me, so I put my hand on his knee and began slowly dragging it up, until I was directly in between his legs. I looked up at him. His jaw was clenched, his hands tightened around the steering wheel of his blue Bentley convertible. I rubbed this certain area, and the car abruptly stopped. I smiled up at him. I loved what I could do to guys.

That's when I heard it; the screeching of car breaks and the crash of metal. I turned around to see the idiot that was speeding behind us crash into my BABY!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I flung open the car door and ran across the road. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." I repeated.

There was my once sexy, red, BMW convertible. All crushed, and torn with the back tires totally deflated. There was no way I was gonna get this car looking like it once did. It was totaled. I looked to the car in the back of it. The front of the yellow jeep looked like an accordion. And that's when I noticed the idiot that was driving it.

"Emmett? Emmett?" I called. His head was leaning on the side window and he didn't respond. "Jason!" I yelled. "Call 911!"

Within a few minutes, we heard the sirens, and saw the ambulance approaching us. I stood there in shock. How could someone do this to my car! But I felt bad for Emmett too. I mean, humans have more value than cars, right? When the ambulances left with him, I felt obligated to follow them to the hospital and make sure he was alright.

When I got there, the nurse had me waiting for 20 minutes because they wanted to do some routine checkups just to make sure everything was alright with him. It turned out he didn't have any severe injuries. There was just a small slit above his right eye that needed about 15 stitches, she told me. I then proceeded to go towards his door.

"Hey Emmett," I said on entering.

He looked up at me. The scar above his eye looked a little deep, but it didn't seem to dampen Emmett's spirits.

"Hi Rosalie," he said beaming.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

"I'm perfectly fine. I don't know what idiot called 911."



"That idiot was Jason, and he had to. You looked like a squashed sardine in there."

"Well whatever Rose, I'm fine now."

"Yeah, well, my car's not fine."

"What car?"

"The car you ran into Emmett. The red convertible. You totaled it."

"Really, wow Rosalie. I'm sorry, I was just rushing back because…because, I thought I had gone over the time limit I had with the jeep."

"Well, I guess it's ok Emmett. At least no one was seriously injured."

"So…that means you forgive me."

"Yup, I guess so."

"So…you wanna go out sometime?"

"What! Emmett! You just ruined my dream car that was custom-made for me! My car! I spent months designing the thing and then YOU crash into it like an idiot. I can't believe you would even think of asking me that, especially when you know I'm with Jason! Like, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Ok, ok, sorry." He held his hands up in protest. "I guess you don't totally forgive me." He mumbled.

"Ok, Emmett. I had halfway forgiven you, 50, but with that little stunt you just pulled, you subtracted 25 from it. Now you're gonna have to work your ass off to make up for it."

"Does that mean you're giving me the chance to make up to you for killing your car?"

"Ummmmm,"I said, slightly annoyed that my words gave him that idea. "You know what, fine. You have one chance Emmett Cullen. Don't let me down."

His face immediately lit up. "So where do you wanna go for our date Rosalie? Can I call you Rose, now that we're getting closer?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Emmett, this is not a date. I have a boyfriend. This is simply LUNCH. And we're not getting closer, so I guess you can call me…ROSALIE."

"Awwww, come on Rose."

I giggled a little at how he begged. "No. And don't call me Rose."

"Fine. I guess we can go to lunch tomorrow. That's Sunday."

"Ummm, no, tomorrow I have something planned already."



"With Jason?" Emmett growled.

"No, cool it. With some girlfriends."

"Ok. How about I take you out for your lunch break on Monday?"

"Ok, fine."

"Yes!"

"So your family's not coming here to check up on you?"

"Ummm, I'm supposed to be transported to Edinburgh Private Hospital. They're probably waiting there."

"Well ok. I should probably leave you then. I'll see you Monday," I said turning towards the door.

"Wait Rose! Ummm, can I get your number?"

I turned back to him and sexily walked towards him. I bent down close to his lips and whispered, "Hmmm, let me think about it." I moved over to his ear, resting my hand on his chest. "NO!"

"Rose, come on Rose."

"Goodbye Emmett," I said leaving the room.

I walked back to where Jason was parked waiting for me. I hopped in.

"So how did that go?" he asked me.

"It was alright. He's not badly hurt."

"Jeez, I thought he would've been, I mean, it was a bad accident."

I playfully punched him on the arm. "Stop wishing," I told him.