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Chapter 8: The Decision
I'm going to try to get Chapter 9 posted today! If any of you care enough to know, I use a couple different methods to name my chapters. The method I usually use is typing the chapter, then deciding the name. It usually works out well. But, for chapters like Bi-Polar Roller Coaster, I think of the chapter name then bend it to my will. *evil laugh* Enjoy! You better love me for this, too.
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EPOV
"Dude, you seriously need to get yourself together. Ever since you 'broke up' with Bella, you've been acting weird. Well, weirder than usual."
I threw my pillow at my idiotic older brother. I seriously do not need to deal with his lecturing.
"Get out of my room, Emmett. Is it that hard to believe that I just want to be alone?"
You had to be deaf to not hear the anger in his voice.
"You always pull this crap, Edward. You push us away when you really need our help. Screw you; I'm not dealing with that anymore."
I heard the footsteps and my front door slam. I finally got him out of my house. I don't understand why my family just can't leave me alone to wallow in my misery. They always talk about how it's 'my fault' for how my life turned out. Personally, I believe it's their fault.
My rise to stardom wasn't anything special. No, it wasn't special until I became number one. Mom and Emmett say that's when I started to change. Something about my ego getting to my head, or whatever. I think the truth is that they're just jealous.
Sure, Alice is rather popular. Emmett is a well-known body guard. But, you don't hear people screaming their names. No, it's me that the fans want. I can control them with just my smile.
Most people don't understand the kind of life I like to live. I have all the money I could ever want, so I do what the heck I want with it. So what if I go to a strip club that the paparazzi happen to be at? I'm pretty sure it's not me that they wanted to photograph.
Anyway, enough with my rambling. I need to get dressed and visit my publicist for something about 'pictures of you getting drunk. Again.' or whatever.
I threw on my jeans and a white t-shirt. On the way to Aro's office, I couldn't help but think about running into Bella at the grocery store. Of all the places, and times, for her to be somewhere, she had to be at the grocery store.
When I saw her I knew I had to say something to her. Then, I saw her slip on a puddle of water in the middle of the aisle. I got there just in time to catch her, luckily. I wish I could erase the pain of the words she said to me. But, why should it hurt? I can get any girl I want, right? The public already thought that we had been a couple.
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BPOV
"Rosalie, I quit. I can't handle this…this stress anymore! I don't want to be famous!"
She just rolled her eyes at me and started writing something down.
"Do you know how many times you say that, Bella? 'I don't want to be famous!' Then why did you Edward Mason? Hmm? Explain that to me."
Alright, she had a point there. I did "date" Edward Mason to stay famous and high on the ladder. But, that's over now. We're over now.
"It's just not all it was cut out to be, Rose. I mean, I have you and Alice, I know. I thought it would be easier than this…"
"So, now you're saying you're a quitter, Miss Swan?" she asked with venom in her voice.
No. There was no way I was a quitter. I slumped down in my seat.
"What am I supposed to do, Rose?"
Her expression softened and she leaned forward.
"Be the Bella that I know and love. She is a strong, independent woman. She pushes through tough situations while facing them head on."
I nodded silently and stood up.
"I need to get home. I'll see you later, Rose," I stated and walked away quickly.
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I know, I'm a terrible author. *hangs head in shame* I'm having major writers block. If you guys have any ideas please share!