CHAPTER NINE

Emmett's Point Of View

"Can I come with you?" I had asked her.

"Ummm, that depends," She answered slowly, "Why do you wanna come?"

"Well, for one, I don't wanna be here when my dad sees the kitchen, and…" I turned her to face me and kept my hands snuggly at her waist. "…I don't think I got what I wanted yet."

"Oh really? And what is it that you didn't get yet?" She asked me.

I let my hands slip down to her butt, and pushed her into me. She gasped when I did it, which just made me want her even more.

"I think you can guess at what I want," I told her. "You want the same thing."

She laughed and ran a well manicured finger down the middle of my chest and then put her lips to my ear. "Do you always get what you want?"

I looked directly at her and then let my eyes run along the curves of her body. "Always." I said with a smile.

"Then I'll try not to disappoint," She said with a seductive smile. And with that she walked out of my bedroom.

For a few seconds I stood there thinking about how she swayed those hips from side to side and how I wanted to grab them. That was when I realized I could, and bolted out of my room running after her.

We were cruising on to Ammervale Drive making normal conversation. That was when I realized where she was taking me.

"Are your parents at home?" I asked her.

"They should be." Rosalie answered.

"Would they mind me going into your room?"

"Who told you that you were coming into my room, Emmett?"

"I don't know, I-I just thought…" I stuttered.



She laughed as we pulled into her driveway. She swiftly got out her car and walked around to the front door with me following close behind her. I couldn't keep my eyes off her hips. Every movement she made dazzled me. Whenever she touched me I went crazy.

"Hey mom," she said as she entered the house.

"Hi Ros-" she stopped short when she realized I was behind her.

"Ummm, Hi Mrs. Hale." I told her.

"Hello. Rosalie, who is your friend?" She asked Rose. "He looks quite familiar."

"Ummm, yes, I'm Emmett." I spoke up. "You probably remember me because we lived next door to each other on Lizado Avenue. My dad's Carlisle Cullen."

"Oh, yes. So how are you Emmett?"

"I'm alright." I answered.

"Yeah mom, we're just gonna sit and catch up. Ok?" Rosalie said.

"Ok, sure." Her mom replied. "So Emmett, how are your siblings?"

"They're great." I responded smiling and just as I was gonna say more Rose pulled me away from the kitchen.

"Ok mom, got to go." She said as she dragged me up the stairs and into her room.

When we entered, her mouth took full assault of my lips. She kissed me feverishly and then pulled away. I was smiling, just looking at her. God, she was beautiful. I couldn't believe that she wanted to do this, after being so uptight about Jason.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait." She said. Her hands were on my chest and her green eyes bore into mine.

"No problem. You don't ever have to wait. You can kiss me whenever you want." I said smiling mischievously.

"What if I want to now?"

"Go right ahea—" I started, but she cut me off as she threw herself into my hands and kissed me once more. I pulled her T-shirt over her head. Her boobs were literally right in front of me in a cute lavender and black bra. She began ripping off my shirt and raking her hands through my hair. Not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I felt kinda weird with her mom being right there.

"Rose," I spoke, "Should we really do this. Your mom is right downstairs."



"I thought I could get it whenever I wanted, huh tough guy? And by the way, we were gonna do it in your parents' kitchen, with your entire family at the house."

I laughed as she wiggled her way out of my hands.

"Maybe we shouldn't." She said.

"Rosie!" Her mom shouted from downstairs. "Jason's here to see you. He's coming up."

"What the f-!" I yelled but Rosalie cut me off as she threw my shirt to me.

She quickly began to put her top on when the door opened.

"Hey Ro-" Jason started. "What the hell's going on here?!" he yelled as he watched us haphazardly try to put on our clothes. "I don't believe this! Rose, Rosalie, are you cheating on me?"

"Ummm, J-Jason, you, ummm, you don't understand." Rose stuttered.

"Tell me what don't I understand Rose. What! And out of all the people in the world, you chose this guy!"

I wanted to say something. I wanted to defend Rosalie, but what could I say. She was cheating on him. I knew it was my fault too, but I couldn't find the right words to say.

"I don't believe this man!" Jason shouted turning his attention to me. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"Nothing man, we weren't doing anything," I lied.

"Look, I see the both of you scrambling to get your shirts on when I walk in the room. You shouldn't even be in her room! I am seriously shocked. I can't believe you would do this to me Rose!" he shouted.

"Jason, I'm sorry. I'm s-so sorry. But I promise you nothing happened."

"Rose, do you think I'm stupid! This probably isn't the first time you guys are doing it, is it? I've seen you at your work together! So tell me, how long has this been going on?!"

"What is going on up here?!" Rosalie's mom yelled as she came up the staircase.

"I can tell you what's going on!" Jason bellowed. "Your daughter just won the sluttiest tramp of the year award!"

Jason stormed out of the room as she looked up at a now crying Rosalie. Rosalie then sulked down the stairs leaving her mother staring at me.

"I knew you were trouble from the minute you walked inside." She began. "Now look at what you caused!"



"Mrs. Hale, I'm telling you, we didn't do anything." I told her.

"You just stop it! Jason was a good guy, give them a few more moths and he would've proposed to her. He would have been a stable figure in the family he and Rose would make. But that doesn't look like it would happen now, does it?"

"Mrs. Hale, he slapped Rosalie right across her face, and if you think he'd be a good husband, well then she's in for a lifetime of abuse."

And with that, I too ran down the stairs and went out the house. Oh shit, it was raining. I flipped out my phone to call a limo to pick me up and they said that I'd have to wait 5 minutes. I didn't want to wait at all. I didn't want to be here. I angrily shoved the phone back into my back pocket. That's when I saw Rose standing in the rain crying. Her hair fell in her face and she tightly wrapped her arms around her waist as she sobbed. I approached her.

"Rose," I reached out to hold her hand.

"No, no, NO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" she yelled.

Why was everyone suddenly yelling at me? Rose was the one that started it. You'd swear I raped the girl.

"Rose, please, don't be angry."

"How can I not be angry?!"

"I meant don't be angry with me."

"Well, I can't help it. But I'm angrier with myself. How could I let it get this far?" She asked herself.

"Rose, that guy does not deserve you. You're beautiful and smart and pretty and kind and giving and loving and—the list can go on and on."

She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. I walked up to her and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She looked up at me and collapsed into my arms.

"It's okay." I comforted her as she cried.

"How can it be okay, Emmett? How?" She let go of me and began walking towards the front door.

"I'm sorry Rose," I said as she walked away.