DISCLAIMER : I do not own any of these characters, from Twilight or Cruel Intentions, or the part of the plotline that comes from Cruel Intentions. I also do not own any HSM characters that make appearances or may be mentioned.
A/N: Edward's past and his connections will all be explained, it just may not be immediately.
Also, I've read some stories and been totally inspired, so I'm open to ideas from readers. So if you read something and have an idea, just let me know and I'll look into it y'know, just a thought.
If Hearts Could Explode
Arianna Lillian
Chapter 6
3rd Person POV:
Emmett's face fell realizing that the problem Rosalie was complaining about was legitimate. "Shit, is there anyone you haven't fucked?" He said and scoffed.
"Just you," she said throwing it back in his face.
"Fuck you," he retorted.
"You wish," Rose said harshly.
"Oh, I've never heard that before," Emmett said sarcastically.
"Enough," Rosalie said, noticeably aggravated. "This is a problem. Edward and I told Bella that our families vacationed together a few times, that's all. Maybe I could use this to be better friends with her." She was unsure, and she hated that.
"I don't know. Deal with it please." Emmett said and kissed her forehead lightly, like a real boyfriend would tenderly kiss his real girlfriend good-bye. He pulled away slowly and stared deep into her eyes, though, as usual, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. Still, he was completely lost in her eyes, and briefly, just very briefly, he thought he saw a flash of humanity – well maybe simply true emotion – but it went away just as quickly as it came.
Rosalie broke eye contact first, trying with all her might to catch her breath without him noticing that she had lost it; or maybe she'd just held her breath the entire time he had stared at her. Either way, she didn't want him to know anything.
Emmett looked away awkwardly. "Uhm," was all he managed to force out. He had her; she had broken eye contact first, he had her where he wanted her; she was under his spell, and Emmett didn't know what to do with that. "Rose – I –" he stopped. This was different for them. This seemed real and almost genuine, not just raw attraction.
Rosalie turned away completely, "Don't you need to give me a ride home?' She got in the car and the ride home was silent, and awkward, another first.
When they pulled up to the estate that Rosalie called home, Emmett stopped her before she got out of the car. "Back there," he trailed off, both knowing he was talking about their uncomfortable moment in the school parking lot. "I wanted to ask you to be my real girlfriend. I wanted to ask you for another chance, even though we've tried at least a hundred times. It was sort of spur of the moment. But I didn't because then getting Bella would hurt you." Rosalie waited for where this conversation was going. "And I just want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you."
Rosalie muttered something about security and left. Emmett thought over his "word vomit" and hit the dashboard, making a loud bang. What was happening? When did he become awkward? When did he blurt out his feelings? When did he kiss foreheads? Why did this happen around her?
Rosalie's POV:
I was again left speechless, but only because I honestly didn't know how to respond to that. I couldn't say the same to him because I knew not to make dumb promises like that, but I loved hearing him say it to me. "You know that I love security, Emmett, and you're one of the few people who help me feel at least a little secure, thank you." I was only half lying. I got out of the car and disappeared behind my door.
I wanted my mind off Emmett. I wanted to forget about him for a while. I wanted to leave my problems behind for a night. I wanted time away from plots and plans and bitchy cousins. I called James and set up plans for the night. I could only hope that a good fuck with him could help out a bit.
We weren't committed to anyone, well not really, and we had fucked just for the hell of it more times than I could count.
You want the story of how James and I met? Its kind of cute, in the sick and twisted world of the Upper East Side.
It was about a year ago, I guess. A few friends and I went away for a long weekend. James and a few of his friends were coincidentally in the suite next to ours for the week. Our first night there, as we were walking out of our room to go to dinner, they were leaving and invited us to a bar with them. Of course, we went. Everyone but James introduced themselves immediately. The guys and my friends went out on the dance floor and I stayed behind, intrigued by the loner. As soon as we were alone, James came up to me and said. "I promise you, that by the end of this weekend, I will fuck you upside-down, inside-out, and sideways. As a matter of fact, I would bet money that I fuck your brains out before Monday." And with that, he left and went back to his hotel room. I wanted him so fucking badly, but I was too stubborn to let him get me. He tried all weekend too. James and I stayed up all night on Sunday because he didn't want to lose. But as soon as it turned 12:00am and it was technically Monday morning, I let that bastard fuck me. And damn did we fuck. We were all over the place. He's one of the those crazy fuckers. Crazy positions, crazy places, all kinds of shit.
Super cute, right? *Just like The Notebook, don't you think? The crazy thing is that I'm actually a hopeless romantic.
Anyway, maybe if James fucks my brains out tonight, I won't think so much.
Emmett's POV: The Next Day
I parked and walked Rosalie to her locker, but quickly excused myself, saying that I was going to go find Bella, which I was. It didn't take long to find her.
"Ms. Austin is reserving a spot for you," I said, approaching her. Mmm, Ms. Austin, now there's a good lay. I thought to myself recalling my "Saturday Detentions."
"What spot?" She looked confused; I had expected as much.
"On the little field trip this weekend," I said nonchalantly. "We're going to tour like an old church and some of the surrounding area just to gain a little history lesson and to 'open ourselves to the culture of the world.'" I used air quotes around Ms. Austin's cheesy wording. Sure she was hot, but man oh man, she was a loser.
Bella cocked an eyebrow. "I haven't heard about it until now."
I nodded. "I didn't think so. Ms. Austin commissioned me to tell you about it and to convince you to go. She figures it's a really great opportunity for you to get used to the school and get more comfortable with everyone. I figure if we both go away on this trip, you won't be able to resist throwing yourself at me," I joked.
Bella looked down. "Uhm, I have a boyfriend," she said awkwardly.
I mentally rolled my eyes, knowing she said the exact thing I knew she would. "Oh my God! Bella, I'm so sorry. I was just joking. I had no idea, I should have thought about that before I even said anything. I'm sorry," I said quickly, as if I was rambling. "Please don't skip out on the trip now, just because I said something stupid like that. Ms. Austin is really trying to make you feel welcome." And there was the kicker.
Bella looked up, "Don't worry about it, bug guy, of course I'll still go, Ms. Austin's right. Besides, you didn't know about Edward. Is Rosalie going too?"
I shook my head, "Nah, her cousin's in town and she doesn't want to leave her to fend for herself all weekend. I offered to stay home and take them out o the town, but Rose said I should still go on the trip and make sure you were in good hands."
Bella smiled, "That's so sweet. I'll have to thank her later. Thanks Emmett, I'll see you later."
Oh yeah, Rosalie Hale, she's a fucking saint. And then Bella walked away before I could say good-bye. Is my game off? She didn't wait for my response. She wasn't hanging on my words. She wasn't phased by going away for the weekend with me. Why was Bella Swan different? Hm. I was always drawn to the unattainable, unavailable type; maybe Rosalie did her homework on this bet. No way, I would get Bella into bed regardless.
You know what really got me, though? Rosalie obviously wanted me to get this done, and was pretty sure I could. Why are the stakes so high if I win? Does she want to lose? Does she really just want to fuck me? No way. Does she have something bigger planned? No, she wouldn't do something that intense, its not like she has some reason to get revenge on me. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
3rd Person POV:
Kathryn grinned like a cat, reading the newspaper headline and subsequent article. Dead Hardgrove Fired For Rape Scandal. Beautiful.
She strolled into Rosalie's room with the paper and a martini in hand. "Read this out loud for me? I love the way it sounds."
Rose rolled her eyes and grabbed the paper, "After being accused of, and being found guilty of raping one of his students, Hardgrove was fired from his position as headmaster of Manchester Preparatory Academy." She grinned, "Hm that does have a nice ring to it. Your doing, I presume?"
Kathryn shook her head and sat down on the bed, the smile never faltering. "Not even. I swear I'm like a God," she said stretching out like a cat.
"That or even the gods fear your wrath," Rosalie said somewhat sarcastically, though it seemed to be true when it came to the women in her family.
Kathryn looked Rosalie over. "Where are you off to," she asked, seeing her stunning, but provocative outfit.
"A night out with James."
"Ooh. Cheating on the boyfriend already. I'm proud. You can't let Bella catch you."
"I realize that, thank you," Rosalie snapped.
"Hm, testy."
"Not now Kathryn. I'm dealing with a few things right now, thank you very much. Rosalie snapped and took Kathryn's martini, downing it in one large sip.
"Afraid Emmett will find out and be jealous? He should know you're going to be diddling other people, especially if you don't screw him."
"Don't start fucking with my mind Kathryn. I'm doing you a favor. Without me, Bella would be getting away with ruining your reputation at Manchester!"
'Dirty look' would be a tremendous understatement. "Don't you have somewhere to be," Kathryn said bitterly.
Rosalie left without another word.
She got in her car and sped to James' house, well I suppose mansion would be more appropriate. He'd been kicked out of his parents estate for being to rebellious but they wouldn't dare jeopardize his trust fund, seeing as he was the only son to carry on the name. Since meeting Rosalie, he cut his hair, seeing as she couldn't deal with the guy's hair being nearly as long as hers.
James saw the look on Rosalie's face as she walked in and knew it would be one of those days.
She practically attacked him as soon as she was close enough, jumping up and wrapping her legs around him. James stumbled back and pushed her up against the wall allowing his hands to roam and his kisses drift to her neck, making her let out audible moan. Clothes were haphazardly strewn about and the two moved from the wall, to the doorway, to the dining room table, to the couch, to the kitchen counter… Eventually they made it to the bed.
Rosalie pulled on one of James' t shirts, seeing as part of her outfit was ripped. Then she pulled on a pair of his boxers. She heard some noises. Rosalie raised an eyebrow and turned to James who was pulling on a pair of pants. "Is someone else here?"
James shrugged, "It's probably just Jake, he lives the opposite wing of the house."
Rosalie wasn't at all fazed by the fact that he might have heard them or even seen them. "He knew in town?"
"I'll introduce you," he said standing up and leading her out the door. "Hey Jake, there's someone I want you to meet."
A very tan, and very attractive guy walked over to them, towering over Rosalie. "Hey, I'm Jacob," he said with a warm smile and stuck his hand out.
"I'm Rosalie," she said with a smirk, putting her hand in his.
"Pleasure to meet you," he said and lightly kissed her hand.
Rosalie smiled sweetly, "Likewise, I'm sure."
James grinned, "I thought you should have the best tour guide, Jake."
"Your guide," Rosalie turned to him.
"At Oak."
"Oh you're going to Oak? I'm President of the Student Body; I'd be more than happy to help you out, Jacob," Rose said with her sweet smile.
"Oh, wow, that'd be great. I could really use some help with the adjusting," Jake said and James burst out laughing.
"Jake, now that you've met the schoolgirl version of Rosalie, I'd like you to meet the real one. Just try and recall what you probably heard a bit ago." James smiled. "She's by far the hottest and most manipulative, and possible the smartest girl in the entire school. She's also the greatest fuck in at least 100 mile radius."
Rosalie didn't even flinch, "Correction, I am the smartest."
James still grinned, "And I'd like you to know the real reason Jacob's going to Oak," he said, smile fading.
"I'm chasing after a girl," Jake said quietly.
"Bella something, right," James asked, actually sounding like he genuinely cared that his friend was hurt.
"Holy fuck, Bella Swan," Rosalie blurted out.
"You know her?" James and Jacob said in unison.
"Shit," Rose said under her breath. Now I'm going to have to distract him from Bella.
A/N: I didn't originally want to make the Bella love… rectangle? So messy, but Jacob has a big purpose in a later storyline and since New Moon's out kinda soon I thought I'd do something along those lines for now. And sorry this update took so long. R&R please. =D
