I really should be doing homework,but I wanted to post another chapter, so here it is. Thank you to those who have been reading since the beginning and hello to any new readers, thanks for giving this story a chance.
Rosalie glanced over at Emma and gritted her teeth. She really wished that the wolf had given her some damn answers, but she had to agree that the conversation needed to take place in private. She watched as Emma's hands tightened on the steering wheel periodically, before she glared ahead out of the windshield.
The awkward vibes from the backseat did nothing to help her mood. She looked over her shoulder at Kate and Nessie's nervous faces and felt bad that they were being the witnesses to a frosty stand off between a couple. She felt even worse when she wished that they weren't there. It wasn't their fault that they were stuck in the backseat. Alice's car barely had any room for Bella or Esme when they left the mall.
Rosalie felt a little better when they pulled into the Cullen's driveway and made their way to the garage. As soon as Emma had shifted the car into park, Rose bolted up to their shared room. She quickly paced around, trying to collect her thoughts so that she wouldn't start yelling as soon as her wolf came in. Just as Emma stepped in the room, she sat down and let, what she thought was, a neutral expression take over her features.
Emma looked up at Rose after she shut the door behind her. "Don't give me that look." She said, her tone soft, as she looked around for some place to sit. Rose's brows furrowed as she tried to make her voice calm, "I'm not giving you a look." Emma's left eyebrow raised up in disbelief. They stared at each other a few minutes, a battle of wills, just to see who would submit first.
Rosalie looked out the window, knowing that it was better to submit to the wolf, for now. She turned back and watched as Emma as she rolled her desk chair in front of her dresser, directly in front of Rosalie.
Emma sat down with a sigh and rubbed her hand through her hair. "What do you wanna know about her?" She asked, leaning back in the chair and looking Rose straight in the eye. The blonde thought for a second and met her girlfriend's eyes. "Everything. Start from the beginning and then explain to me why you let her touch something that isn't hers." Emma's open gaze turned hard and her nostrils flared slightly.
"Let's get one thing straight, right now." Emma said, sliding forward, her posture aggressive. "I didn't let that crazy bitch touch me. I brushed her hands off every single time."
Rosalie's jaw tightened along with her fists. Before she could open her mouth Emma started talking.
"Her name's Samantha Casper, we met a little over a year ago during the summer at the beach. She had just moved here and wanted someone to show her around and I wanted a new bedmate." Emma said, her tone regretful. Whether it was from sleeping with someone else or leading the girl on she didn't know.
"We had our…fun all that summer. When it started getting colder, I started getting colder. I had met a girl down at the Rez that excited me more." Emma looked away in regret when Rosalie let out a hiss. "Sorry." She said, getting up and standing by the window.
"I stopped sleeping with Samantha about six or seven months before you came back and I made it known that I didn't want anything to do with her. But she was like an addict looking for their next score." Emma said, in frustration, her fists clenching. "I had to say some really fucked up things to get her to stop following me around like some lovesick puppy. It worked, for a little while." Emma sighed and made her way back over to the chair.
"About a month or two before you came back, she started it up again. Only this time, she started to do things to turn me on. Didn't take long for me to realize that she was trying to get me back into bed. Probably because she thought it would lead to a relationship this time." Emma leaned back in the chair and looked at Rosalie as she finished.
Rosalie's head was spinning. There was so many things that her mind and body were telling her to do. She wanted to throw Emma down on the very bed she was sitting on and ravish her. Mark every single part of her body so that everyone knew that she belonged to her. But what she really wanted to do was rip this Samantha chick a new hole to breath out of.
Her emotions were in overdrive and she didn't know which one to listen to, so she went with the one she understood the most. Anger. She needed to vent and Emma was just right there.
"You weren't going to ever tell me. Were you?" She said, her voice low and dangerous. Emma's jaw unhinged in disbelief, her eyes wide and shinning with hurt. Rosalie mentally chastised herself, an apology on her tongue. She really hadn't meant to let her temper get the better of her.
"That's the fucking pot calling the kettle black. At least I didn't marry some fucking dumbass that probably couldn't hold his own in a damn fight." Emma said, her eyes hard as still and her tone biting. Rosalie's eyes turned into slits and her mouth opened, ready to release a scathing remark when she suddenly shut it.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to control herself. They really didn't need to fight. She was being stupid and hated herself for it. She let out a deep breath and opened her eyes to find Emma watching her, a calmer expression on her face. Rosalie gave her an apologetic smile. "You're right. It's hypocritical of me to get all pissed off when an ex of yours crosses paths with you. I'm sorry for going into my bitchy default mode." Rosalie said, her voice soft and tone calm.
Emma smirked and shrugged. "I get it. Seeing someone talk to your soul mate as if they belong to them sucks ass." She said, as she scooted off her chair and sat next to Rosalie on the bed. Rosalie hummed in agreement and pecked the tan girl's cheek before cuddling into her side.
After a few minutes of silence a wicked grin stretches across Emma's face. "If you want to make it up to me I can think of a few positions that just might do the trick." She murmurs in a suggestive tone.
"If you two wanna stay roommates, I highly suggest that you two keep your hands off each other!" Leah's voice yelled out from downstairs. "Oh, don't mind your mother! Have some fun!" Alice's voice called out a few seconds later. Rosalie laughed as Emma let out a groan that sounded suspiciously like cockblockers and flopped onto her back.
Rosalie followed soon after and snuggled up next to her. "Alice said not pat attention to Leah." Rose said, a grin on her lips. "Yeah, but that kinda kills the mood when one of your parents tells you that you can have sex." Emma said, pulling Rose closer as the blonde laughed.
Will that be the last we see of Sam? Maybe, maybe not. Thanks for reading. If anyone is intrested in making a cover, feel free to shoot me a message.