Zelda12343 - Funny, Rosaline mentions them in this chapter.
Tibby and Ros are falling for each other fast. Let's see what they're doing after the crazy car chase.
Darkness settled over Verona, and Rosaline sat on the bonnet of Tybalt's car, her knees either side of his waist.
"That was so scary"
"You loved it" teased Tybalt. He leant forwards and kissed her deeply on the lips.
"You thrill me" admitted Rosaline "You scare me and thrill me and I love it. I need you"
"And I need you" agreed Tybalt "When things get too out of control. I need you. Perfect match"
He placed his hand against hers. The air was still cold, as it was only early March. Their breath came out in foggy torrents, before mingling and fading away. Rosaline could fell the heat from his breath, and the heat from his touch.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" asked Tybalt.
"Oh, I don't know" said Rosaline, with a fancy gesture of her hand.
"Really?"
"I suppose"
"I can change that. Fancy coming out with me for a bit?"
"Sure. Where are we going?"
"Surprise" said Tybalt, gazing off into the night.
"Are we robbing a bank?"
"You wish!"
They laughed, and then settled back down again.
"People say you're no good for me" said Rosaline, leaning her head against his shoulder "Mr. Bastien earlier, he called you a troublemaker. You know what I said to him?"
"What?"
Rosaline leant over and whispered it in his ear.
"You didn't!"
"I did! Ask him if you don't believe me. Unless he's still too shocked out of his wits to answer you. But then, I bet you've probably said worse to him. Like when you threatened to kill your geography teacher and got suspended for a week"
Tybalt snorted "Remember when I pulled the fire alarm to get out of a maths test? And when I was banned from the PE department for throwing a shot putt through the window of the office?"
"I'll never forget it. You're my bad boy. You're my Clyde to my Bonnie"
She caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble. So he wasn't the nicest guy around. So he wasn't the smartest, or the cleanest. Did it matter? He was no good for her, and he would get her into trouble. He would drag her down from her post at the top of the school and everything she had worked for so far would be gone. But bit by bit, she was starting to stop caring.
Tybalt pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and then started inhaling.
"Want some?"
"Why not?"
Rosaline took the toxic stick, and inhaled. She pulled it away, coughing. Tybalt took it, laughing.
"You've never smoked before, have you?"
"No" admitted Rosaline, wheezing "But now I can say I have tried. I ought to live a little. Let my hair down"
"That's my girl"
"If only Sister Agnes and Mr. Bastien could see me now" mused Rosaline "I'm sick of it. All the stupid assumptions. Not meaning to be cheesy or anything, but I am me. I hate the way they criticize people like you, or people like Shari and Kaila, saying that they are trailer trash and chavs, when I come from the same background. What makes me different? Same lifestyle, same upbringing. Why do they keep sucking up to me?"
"Because you won't settle for less. You're not happy with what happens with the rest of the girls you live near. I like your ambition. It's so refreshing to see a girl who knows her own mind"
"Really? You've dated some total drips in your time" remarked Rosaline.
"Yeah, only 'cause I could get a fuck out of them" Tybalt replied honestly. He knew she'd understand. He had no idea what he was feeling for her, just that it was different to anything he'd ever felt before. Sure, he'd felt lust, he liked sex. But that was a pulsing below the waist. Now he felt a fluttering in his chest. He felt himself pulled towards this girl, not because of her tits or her arse, which although very nice, did not compete with her mind. She could stand up to him and not piss him off doing so. She talked to him like an equal, not like some girl who just wanted the reputation of being his girlfriend. And they were just compatible. All those other whores he'd slept with, there was always something he didn't like about them. Irritating nasal voice, horribly applied crusty make-up, bony legs, but Rosaline was just...perfect.
"You're different. There's something about you..."
They kissed again, even though this time they both tasted like ash.
"Eww" grimaced Rosaline.
"You're going to have to get used to it. I'm not going to stop smoking just for some girl!"
"You just said I was different!"
"Nothing comes between me and my cigarettes!"
"Bad boy"
"You love it"
Even though they bickered, it only ever made them feel stronger about each other. Secretly, they both that they both liked the bickering.
"That's true. I love you, my Tibby"
"And I love you, my Ros"
It was the first time either of them had ever told each other, let alone another person, that they loved each other.