Rose POV

Oh my god! Alice is going to give herself a heart attack; you would think that she has never been to a fashion class before in her life. I mean seriously, we have had several, even some in New York, Milan, and even Tokyo, but I guess that's Alice for you, always too energetic, especially when it came to fashion.

"Alice, calm the fuck down! You are going to have a panic attack," Bella hissed at her, obviously trying not to laugh at her.

"Just because you have no sense of fashion doesn't mean that you have to ruin it for the rest of us. You would think that after a few years of seeing what you can be like, you would attempt to have more enthusiasm. But one day, I will convince you that having the most up to date items is crucial."

"I highly doubt it, Alice. I don't have enough time to worry about fashion; my husband tends to take good care of me so I'm not left thinking at nights about little things like 'hmm what is Bella going to wear tomorrow,'" Bella teased in return.

Alice growled, I laughed, all the while Nessie responded with the classic daughter response of, "Eww gross mom!"

"Isabella how dare you!" Alice hissed back.

"You started the fight, I just beat you at war," Bella taunted, again with a killer smile. It was obvious what Bella was thinking about, and it wasn't fashion. Damn, Emmett and I fucked like raging rabbits, but I was sure Edward and Bella had us beat in some tokens. The thought only encouraged me to push harder and farther to increase our numbers.

"Take it back!" Alice exclaimed

"Not until you prove it wrong."

"Girls, girls," I mediated with a giggle.

"Just face it Alice, Jasper isn't enough man to satisfy you, that's why you need fashion," Bella added with a curt laugh. Alice only stared until the teacher cleared his throat and began class.

"Welcome to Fashion Marketing, I hope that you all enjoy the latest fashion trends as well as those that have past. You can call me Masseur Anthony. We will all introduce ourselves in just a minute, but first, I think I would like to show you a few things." He then pulled out some photos of various places throughout the world. Of course the US was first, New York City, Los Angeles, then lastly Chicago, followed then by European markets, Milan, London, Paris, and finally the Asian fashions of Tokyo.

"Now that everyone has seen the trendiest places in the world, I think that you should all introduce yourselves and tell what experiences or knowledge you have in the fashion industry."

It's so amazing how all humans are the same; they all think that since they have one experience that they are experts or that understand it all. I wish I could just slap each and every last one of them and knock some sense into their useless little brains.

Of course, we would have to omit most of what experience we have, all just a part of this wretched charade. Except for Bella, I would have to say that I think she was the only one of the fourof us to be nearly truthful. I swear, she really needed to accept that she is now one of us and just enjoy it.

Of course, Alice would inevitably start the whole boring tirade by spilling all of her knowledge. "I'm Alice, and my mom and dad actually sent me to a summer camp in Milan last year and I learned a lot there. I worked closely with some of the interns at Versace. Then we transferred to Paris for a month where I worked with Dior and Yves Saint Laurent, and a few summers before that I worked with some local designers up in New York City putting on a trash runway show. Everything was covered with mud, and there was rain falling down, it was the single most awesome show I had worked with," Alice gushed. She then turned to look at me expecting me to continue with the chain.

"I help Alice design everyone's clothing in our house, oh and hey, I'm Rosalie," I answered simply, then looked at Bella. She glared.

"I'm Bella, and I watch Rosalie and Alice design our clothing." Quickly, both Bella and I turned to glare at Alice. She knew she gave away too much information, if any of these girls (or the boys that thought that fashion was a 'cool place to meet chicks') decided to look up these camps they would be nonexistent.

I looked back at my newest sister and shook my head. I couldn't help but to think about how glad I was that Renesmee has a sense of fashion; I don't know that we could have dealt with two Bellas.

"I'm Nessie, and I enjoy fashion, I help Alice with most of her more elaborate designs, and a lot of times I help her make the clothing. I watch a lot of design TV shows along with tracking fashion trends through agencies such as Elite, Willamina and Ford. Though I think Willamina has the best dressed models."

"Well it seems like you all have a good base to start with. I would like for everyone to find partners, you will have groups of four and these will be your design teams for the rest of the year. Please make sure that you can work well with whomever you choose, because you will not be able to switch groups under any circumstances."

Of course we Cullens always stick together, but everyone else in the room was scattering around and trying to decide upon who their partners would be. When everyone had finally figured it out, Masseur Anthony continued. "I know that Finals seem like a long time away, but I feel like I should give you ample time to work on this project. In fact, it will be worth half of your grade, so make sure you don't procrastinate on it. Here is a handout with all the requirements and the rules. Simply put, you will be creating a window display, which you and your team will both design on your own, and make on your own. There will be four mannequins one for each person on your team. Each outfit is to coordinate in some way shape or form and must look like it is going to be in the same runway show.

"You will be allowed to buy fabrics with designs on them, however all fabric will need to be brought in for approval and may not consist of any pre-beading. All intricate work will need to be done by hand; all stitches will be completed by hand or on a machine. If you do not have a sewing machine or a surger, we do have some on school premises. I will be available to be in the class room for assistance every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday to help with preparations and for your use of these machines.

"Accessories are allowed on your mannequins, but not necessary, remember to kiss, keep it simple stupid. More is not always better. Other details are in the syllabus.

"I have a few examples that I will also hand out to you. These are some good ones that I think you will be able to get a better feel for the assignment with. Keep in mind ladies and gentleman that you are allowed to use previous styles and fashions as examples and as inspiration, but I do recognize a knock off when I see one. Fakes will not be accepted, and regardless of your previous work in this class you will earn an 'F' in this class as a final grade.

"On top of your final, there will also be periodic papers that will be required. Several papers will be assigned. I realize it's a kill joy, but you are not only here to learn about the matching of fabrics, or how to create divine masterpieces, you are to learn everything about the industry. You are to learn the walk, the talk, the credit lingo. Your first assignment will be due on my desk Friday, it will be a three page typed essay about store credit APR's and I will not accept any Google answers! It is to be in your own words, and just so you know I own a copy of Finance for Dummies so their answers are non-acceptable as well."

I heard the few muttered 'damns' and 'ah shits.' Obviously, this class wasn't the bird course they had anticipated. To put it mildly, Alice was ecstatic; I saw the gleam in her eyes, and I felt the vibrations from her quickly bouncing in her seat.

"Settle down!" I hissed too quiet for any human to hear.

"So what are we going to do?" Nessie asked immediately jumping into work mode.

"We are going to do a black and white theme and I've already got it all figured out. Nessie and Rose, I just need your help to get things together and to start building things. Bella, I need you to be in charge of making sure everything looks like a high schooler made it, okay?"

"Yes, reign in the little pixie before she goes overboard," I teased before my eyes met Emmett's through the full store shop window. His eyes were full of dark thick lust, and he motioned me to follow him with a few pulls of his index finger. Shit, he made me so hot when he had that look.

Instantly I was on my feet instructing the girls to cover for me, telling them to tell the teacher that I was sick at any cost.

"Where are we going?" I asked Emmett as he took my hand and began to lead me down the hallway.

"You'll find out when we get there," he answered with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face. I knew that whatever he had worked up, it would be good, and I couldn't wait.

"The gym?" I hissed as he pulled me through the large double doors and drug me in the girl's locker room. "Find a cheerleading uniform and meet me under the bleachers NOW!" he ordered.

"Yes, Emmett, Sir," I replied seductively.

"Nope, today it's Mr. Varsity Quarterback baby. Now go, find papa that uniform. Make all of my dreams come true." With those last parting words, he kissed me chastely on the lips, and ran out of the room in full speed, to go find a lettermen jacket I presumed. When I finally found the short skirt and form-fitting top that Emmett had requested, I was shocked to find him in full quarterback gear, already waiting for me under the bleachers. Taking him in, I noticed black field paint and everything. My monkey man left no option unturned.

"Well, hello there, my sexy sex kitten," Emmett purred.

"Fancy meeting you here," I played along but was quickly growing tired of his games.

"So, you're the head cheerleader, I'm the star football player, it was only a matter of time before we were put into this position."

"Oh really, and what position is that, prick?" Hell, if he wants to play nice, I was going to jack his shit up and play this kinky and fun. I was going to give him the real attitude that a star head cheerleader as myself would personify.

"Doggy style?"

"Sorry, I don't fuck dogs, that's my niece, talk to me like a real man and fuck the living shit out of me, bitch," I ordered.

He raised his hands in preparation. "Now, now Sweetie, there's no need to get hostile here, we can work this out like the high school hierarchy that we are."

"You're right, we can. I'm blonde, have a nice rack, a fucking awesome face, and I'm offering you the chance of a life time cowboy, so say 'ye haw' and get your hot ass over here, before I decide to go put on my spankies!"

"You're not wearing your spankies?" he asked as his eyes grew wider.

"No, I found that I was too wet to actually accomplish the feat of putting them on properly. They aren't comfortable when you're all hot and dreamy over some man in tight pants and pads." I informed him with just the hint of lust in my voice.

"Wanna know a secret?" Emmett asked and waited until I raised my eyebrow in question. "I couldn't wear my cup because I'm too hard for you, baby," he answered in a low husky voice that normally would make me come on the spot, but he was too far away.

"So whatever are we going to do with this problem?" I surmised.

"I don't know but Coach Calahan said…"

"I could give two rats asses what Coach Calahan said to you. I'm your coach now and you will do as I tell you. Do you understand me or am I going to have to go find the linebacker?"

Within moments, Emmett was standing in front of me, his hand hard around my neck, forcing me to stay put.

"You take a step, Miss Hale, and it will be your last."

"Is that a promise or a threat? Because I would love to wind up on my back with you between my legs."

"Mmm I like the way your mind thinks," he purred once more as he looked down at me, his hand still clutching my neck hard, forcing me to look at him. Without notice, he took my hand and placed it over his raging hard cock. "Do you feel what you do to me, Rosalie? Do you feel how hard you make me? Shit, I want to be inside you, I want to fuck the living life out of you."

Just the words I loved to hear. "Why don't you just shut the fuck up and put your efforts where they would be better appreciated then."

Apparently that was enough to send him over the edge. Before I knew what was happening, his mouth was on mine, kissing me with all the fervor and lust he could proclaim.

I heard fabric ripping, but at that moment in time, I didn't care what happened to the material that we were donning. His hands roughly grabbed my breasts and kneaded them, while he savagely kissed my neck, my shoulders, and then my breasts while never releasing his other hand.

"Emmett, I need you, I need you now." I pleaded with him.

"What do you need? I want you to tell me."

"I need your fucking rock hard dick inside my soaking wet pussy, I need you to thrust yourself into me, I need you to fuck me, I need you to make me scream, I need…" but I didn't get much further because Emmett was literally shredding the clothes that we were wearing trying with all his might to fulfill what I needed at this very moment.

"Fuck, Rose, you know just what to say to make me fucking horny as shit."

"Ohh baby I can do much more than that."

"Fuck, how do you want me to fuck you?"

"Bend me over and spank me baby, I've been a bad, bad girl, and you know you want to punish me."

And that's exactly what he did; he flipped me around, bent me over, and began to spat my ass with his hand. After about five slaps, he then positioned himself at my fucking wet pussy and began to slide in.

"Ohhh fuck, Emm, you feel so fucking good."

"You're so fucking tight."

"It's all for you, baby, you make me feel like that."

When he thrust himself as far in me as he could, making me feel like he was reaching my core, he pulled away and almost out of me, eliciting a groan from me. But before I could protest, he shoved himself back inside me, making me feel whole again.

After a few more slow thrusts, he picked up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of my pussy. Making both of us moan.

"Ohhh….Emmmm…."

"Uhhhh….Uhhhh…."

One of my favorite things about this position was that I could reach both my clit and his balls with my hands—which is exactly what I planned to do. I reached down and grabbed his balls, gently massaging them.

"Ohhh, fuck, Rose, fuck…"

"You like that baby?"

"I fucking love that,"

I continued to massage his balls with my hand and used my thumb to stroke the base of his cock,causing him to cry out once again, "Ungh! Shit…that feels….soooo…..shit……sooo…good."

I knew from the speed of the thrust he was rocking into my body with, that he was beginning to build, which was my cue to stop rubbing the base of his dick and start touching myself. I continued to grope his balls with my fingers but moved my thumb to my clit and slid it across my swelled bundle. Oh my fucking god that felt good.

"Can't….hold out….much…longer…" he panted.

"Fucking cum for me Emmett, I want…to feel…you…" I was so close too. I wanted him to cum. I wanted us to reach our highs together.

As I felt my walls start to tighten, he picked up the strength in his thrusts, sending me over the edge that I had been teetering on for the last couple of seconds.

"Ohhh….fuck….I'm….fuck…." I cried as he gripped my sides and ground himself into me.

"Uhhhhh!" he screamed as I felt his cool seed saturate my insides.

"Fuck….Emmmmm…..fuuuuuuccccccck!" as my orgasm rocked through my body, causing me to literally shake with its strength.

When I had recovered from my breathtaking climax, I pulled away from him and flipped around, making sure to claim his lips with mine. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before he pulled away this time, "Now baby, that's what I call fuckin' football fun."

"If you can be a good little tight end, I might be willing to throw a pass or two your way."

"Who you callin' little?"

"This little escapade."

"Touché. We most definitely need to continue this later this evening."

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So I have to know….what you are thinking and much more….

What was your favorite part?

What's your favorite part of Eclipse?

Did you ever do something completely crazy in high school? And if so what was it?

Did you ever think about doing something in High school and were too chicken/scared to do it?!