I walked into my house and found my father asleep in his old recliner and a beer in his hand.
A flash of relief flooded over me. I had a good day and my father was one to ruin my best days.
I gently got the bottle free from his hand and covered him up with an old quilt I always kept on the back of the sofa for nights like this.
After I threw the beer in the recycle can, I walked into my room to change and start my homework.
Once out of my scrubs and into my favorite sweat pants and an old tee shirt I sat down on my bed and pulled all the books out of my backpack. It was 10:30 and I was exhausted but I had to do my homework because all scholarships require a certain GPA.
I didn't notice I was asleep until the phone rang. I grabbed it before the second ring, hopeful it didn't wake my father.
"Hello?" I asked, whipping the sleep out of my eyes.
"Hey Rose, its Emmett. I figured you were still up because you left an hour ago… I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night." The voice said.
"Hey Emmett…. Uhm… Sure. I'd like to." I said.
"Cool. So where do you live?" he asked.
"Why?" I asked nervously.
"So I can pick you up?" he said.
"Oh… Uhm…" he couldn't see where I lived! He would never want to see me again! "My house is… under construction. Yeah… so just pick me up at the hospital?" good!
"Uh. Sure." He said. "So where do you want to eat?"
Please don't try to start a conversation! I needed to do my homework and get to bed! 11:13 and the minutes were ticking away.
"It doesn't matter to me. I have to go." I said, trying to be nice.
"Oh. Okay. Well, I'll see you tomorrow." He said.
"Okay." I hung up and threw the phone on the bottom of the bed, turning my attention to geometry.
After my technician job at the hospital, I ran into the bathroom to change into jeans and a blouse that was my moms. I found it in a box in the basement last year and it was in style! After I pulled on my sneakers, I stuffed my scrubs into my locker and ran outside. Emmett was waiting in a silver wrangler and waved me to get in.
Once I climbed in and got buckled, Emmett pulled out of the parking lot. "Hey." He smiled.
"Hey." I said.
"So, is taco's okay?" he asked.
My favorite! "Sure." I smiled.
"Cool."
I was exhausted and hoped I didn't fall asleep during the date.
We pulled into Jose's Mexican Grill and walked in.
"Hi. I'm Filipe and I'll be your server tonight." The waiter said. "Can I get you anything to drink?" he looked at me.
"A diet coke please." I said.
He nodded then hesitantly looked at Emmett.
"Regular coke."
Filipe nodded and walked away.
"So, Rose, you're a senior at Forks High?" Emmett asked.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Do you know what your going to major in collage?"
"I was actually hopping to get a music scholarship to South Carolina University for the Arts." I said.
"Really?" he looked impressed. "What do you play?"
"Guitar and piano. I'm self-taught."
"You look like one of those independent people."
The truth was, I was one of those independent people. In fact, raising yourself does that to you.
"Thanks." I smiled.
My phone went off. "Sorry." I said, looking at the caller ID. My father. "I have to take this." I scooted out of the booth and walked out front. "Hello?" I flipped it open.
"Rosalie! Getting your whore self home!" my dad slurred.
"Dad, I'm at work." I said softly.
I wasn't one to lie, but if he knew I was out I'd get beat up very badly.
"Fine. But get home soon!" he cut the line off.
I sighed and walked back inside and sat down.
"Everything okay?" Emmett asked.
I nodded. "Absolutely fine."
I was turning into a liar… that's the second lie I've told in about two minutes. I needed to stop this….