TIME: 12:47AM (PST)

I'm so sorry thing took so long. I had bad writers block. I had to find multiple ways to try to get into Rosalie's head again. I was having trouble seeing things as she would. So you see my dilemma, yeah? Lol.

Again, I am SO sorry.

Also, I have mixed feelings about this chapter so please be gentle with me. Lol.

Enjoy!

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"Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Cullen," I heard a familiar voice say on the other line.

I sighed in annoyance, "what do you want, Felix?"

"Now, is that anyway to speak to an old friend?" I could practically see him smirking.

"I hardly consider an old stalker, an old friend," I said rolling my eyes.

"Let that go," he said, "you know I haven't been anywhere near you for years."

I heard him chuckle.

"True," I admitted. Over the years Felix and I have developed a some-what casual relationship. He called it friendship, I called it someone to talk to.

"So, what do you want?" I repeated.

As I said this I heard some movement coming from outside. I rolled off the bed to look out the window.

Felix continued to babble as I saw Edward break into a run towards town. I furrowed my brow, wondering where he was going.

"I know you don't want to hear this… But, I thought you had a right to know," Felix said as I finally began to give him some of my attention.

"Wait. What?" I should have been paying attention because now I have no idea what he was talking about.

"I… some… important… tell you."

"What the?" I looked at my phone, only to find that I only had one bar.

"Hello?!" I began to yell into the tiny phone.

"Ros… are… there?" was all I was able to hear.

"Sorry, I can't hear you," I continued to yell (like yelling did any good). "I'll just talk to you later, okay? Bye!"

"No! Wait-"

I pressed the little red button to end the call. I hope whatever he had to tell me wasn't too important.

* * *

"Where'd Edward go?" I asked as I descended from the stairs.

"He went to Bella's," Alice said not looking away from the glowing computer screen.

I gave a frustrated sigh, I hate how Alice says her name like she knows everything about her. They haven't even officially met yet!

In the living room Jasper and Emmett were playing Halo 3 on that damn Xbox 360. Well, Emmett was doing all the playing; Jasper just sat there, controller in hand but not participating. Instead, he watched Alice's every move like a hawk.

I sat on the last step of the stairs and watched Jasper, watch Alice. I didn't need Edward's nor his ability to know what he was thinking or feeling.

He was concerned. Concerned for the well being of Alice, he loves her so much. I'm assuming the only reason why he isn't killing Bella Swan right now is because of Alice. He would kill for her; but he wouldn't dare do anything that would upset her.

"Jeez! Jazz, can you at least pretend to play?" Emmett complained, "I've killed you six times already." He wasn't to fond of Jasper's lack of participation.

I rolled my eyes, Emmett could be real dense sometimes. Couldn't he see that something was bothering his brother.

Jasper mumbled an apology and began to move his character around the screen.

I made my way over to the both of them, quickly snatching the wireless controller from Jasper's hands.

Within a matter of seconds I gunned Emmett's character down.

"There," I announced, "you're dead." I threw the controller onto Emmett's lap. "Now, leave Jasper alone."

"Hey," Emmett began to argue," that doesn't count!"

Before I turned to leave I gave Jasper a pat on the back. A silent gesture telling him, he wasn't alone.

* * *

Before any of us knew it, more than a month had passed. And to my surprise Edward hasn't said a word to Bella Swan since the incident. But, much to my dismay he has been sneaking off to stalk her once in awhile.

"She's going to stare again, in about five seconds," Alice announced at the lunch table.

We all played our respective role as human. Shifting our wait from side to side, blinking every now and then, even a fake sneeze here and there.

I took a bite out of the apple that was in my hands and began to chew.

From the corner of my eye I watched as her eyes swept across our lunch table. First looking at Jasper, then Alice, then Emmett… She skipped me, she always skipped me.

She zoned in on my brother, her eyes linger on his face. He didn't acknowledge her stares, he just continued to mush around his apple sauce.

Without even thinking, I felt my face twitch in aggravation towards Bella Swan. I didn't like it when she stared at Edward that way. She looked at him like he owed her something, or vise versa.

She finally averted her eyes away and almost immediately the twitch was gone.

"Why does she always have to stare?" I asked.

No one answered me.

I began to think vicious things about Bella Swan, it didn't matter what any of us thought to ourselves lately. Edward has been so distracted lately, he barely notices half of the things we are thinking.

I heard Edward sigh and to my surprise he turned to look at…. her.

My eyes narrowed as they shot back and forth, from his face to hers. He had that same glossy look in his eye, the same one I noticed from the day of the accident.

It wasn't rage that filled my insides this time, it was jealousy. Which surprised me.

'What's so special about her?'

I watched as Bella Swan removed her dark hair from her eyes, watched as she avoided eye contact while spoken to, I even watched as she slumped in her chair.

'She is just so plain.'

I turned my attention to Edward, who's eyes were still locked on her every movement. He let out another sigh.

I felt the furrow in my brow tighten.

'That wasn't a sigh of frustration. It's…' I didn't want to think it, but it was inevitable, '… longing.'

That girl wasn't frustrating him, she was torturing him. It was torturing him because he knew he couldn't have her. But, it didn't stop him from wanting her.

'He wants to be with her? Why?!'

Then I realized, I was faced with a question that I would have never thought I would have to ask myself.

'What did she have that I didn't?'

I asked myself a question like this before. It was a very long time ago, but last time the question was…

"What do want from me?"

* * *

"That was Carlisle," Edward said as he entered Carlisle's study, where I would usually go to read.

"And?" I asked not looking away from my copy of The Great Gatsby.

"He and Esme just made it to Denali."

I nodded absentmindedly, just to show I was paying attention.

Edward stood in front one of the many bookshelves, contemplating which book he would re-read (seeing as he read every one already).

He made his choice and sat in the chair across the room.

We both minded our own business, only because we both knew what this whole week was about.

Carlisle and Esme left for the week in hopes of coming home to…. How to put this lightly?

To come home with me and Edward all over each other.

Edward hasn't expressed any noticeable interest in me. But, it doesn't mean he isn't… I mean… c'mon… look at me, I'm gorgeous. Why wouldn't he be interested?

For all I know, he probably planned this whole thing himself.

I was new to this life and had to admit I was adjusting quite nicely.

I enjoyed our luxurious home in Tennessee, the endless supply of money, the feeling of being untouchable. I mostly enjoyed my newly adoptive parents.

A complete one-eighty to my birth parents. Carlisle and Esme weren't mindless zombies who couldn't think for themselves. They were strong and independent, not fazed from the rich and powerful like my old family. To me it was like a breath of fresh air.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still pretty angry about the whole… you know. Can't die thing… yeah… still pretty angry about that one. Not to mention the whole can't have children thing. Yeah, that one wasn't so easy to accept either.

Other than that… everything was okay.

Except for my new "brother."

Wasn't to fond about him… Or his existence.

I couldn't stand him, he irritated me from the first moment I heard him speak.

I've only been around a couple of months but we still barely even speak to each other.

So, we didn't really know much about one another.

The silence in the room was both awkward and painful.

We sat like this for a little over an hour, until I fully got frustrated.

I slammed my book shut and jumped to my feet.

"I can't take this anymore!"

"Rosalie?" Edward said curiously looking up from his book.

"Listen, Edward," I started, "No offense to you… I'm not really interested in spending… forever with you… in a romantic way."

He set his book down and got to his feet. His expression was unreadable to me.

I continued to ramble before he could interrupt.

"And to be honest… You're kind of weird," I admitted, "I'm sorry."

He started to chuckle, this confused me.

He stopped laughing and said, "It's okay Rosalie… I'm not interested in you either."

I gave a huff of relief, "Oh! Well, that's good."

He nodded in agreement.

"Sorry for calling you weird," I apologized.

"Don't worry about it," he said sincerely. "You're just not my type," he said before patting me on the shoulder and heading for the door.

My smile was wiped off my face.

I turned to face the direction he was heading, "what do you mean, 'not your type?'"

He stopped and turned to face me.

"I just don't find you attractive," he admitted.

I felt my mouth gaping in shock. Did I seriously hear what I thought I heard?

'Why don't you just call me ugly while your at it!' I thought, foolishly forgetting that he can hear me.

"Oh no! I didn't mean it like that," he began apologizing.

"What do you mean then?" I asked, still in complete shock.

"I meant you're just not that appealing to me."

My eyes went wide in disbelief, "oh my god!"

"No! I mean-"

I could tell he was really regretting his choice of words right now.

"You know what," I started, "I take it back… You are weird."

I was extremely offended. No one has ever said I was "unappealing."

I. Am. Rosalie. Hale. Damn it!

I was the definition of beauty!

"Rosalie, I-"

Then I realized something. Something that made this whole thing make sense.

"Oh wait! I get it," I said as if I had an epiphany.

"You do?"

"Yeah," I said, "you like men. That must explain why you're not attracted to me."

"What? No," he started, "I don't like men…"

"No, it's okay," I assured him as I place my hand on his shoulder, "I don't judge."

His expression completely changed from apologetic to annoyed.

He grabbed my hand and took it off his shoulder, which confused me.

"You see Rosalie," he started, "that's your problem."

"What?"

"You are so self-centered and vain. Everything isn't about you, why can't you get that through your head? Not everyone in this world wants you."

I was speechless. I was shocked, no one has ever spoken to me that way. It also angered me.

I glared angrily at him; but, my crimson eyes didn't intimidate him.

It didn't matter to me what he thought. But, I was just so used to every man wanting me I was just so curious I had to ask.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered.

"Your looks mean nothing to me," he said softly, "I need more than just a pretty face."

And on that last note he turned his heel and walked away. Leaving me there alone and speechless.

* * *

He said he wanted more.

So, is this what plain Bella Swan had? More?

I was growing more and more envious by the second.

Asking the same question over and over again.

'What does she have, that I didn't?'

Before my thoughts could have gone else where, I felt someone kick me from under the table.

My head snapped in the direction of the kick.

Jasper gave me a hard look and shook his head. He must have felt my jealousy towards Bella Swan.

I returned to look but obliged to his silent request and didn't dare look in that direction again.

I then turned my attention to Emmett, who was telling Alice a very animated story.

After so many years he has never stopped shocking me with his beauty.

How could I feel jealous about a little human. When I have this beautiful man by my side for the rest of eternity.

I suppose he felt my eyes on him, he stopped in the middle of his story to look me in the eyes.

"You okay, babe?"

"Yeah," I assured him, smiling.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips before returning to his story.

I gave Edward a quick glance, only to find him looking down and swirling his apple sauce around again.

I heard Jasper clear his throat.

Without looking at him I turned away and sighed.