Not Without A Fight
Annaleise Marie

Round Six

AN: Ahhhh. The sweet smell of new chapter. :D I tried to finish it quickly, because you guys made me so incredibly happy with your feedback! Nine reviews in less than twenty-four hours? I couldn't believe it. I told many people about it who... most likely didn't care. Haha.

Anyway, I own a laptop adapter that only works if the cord is bent just so, and I'm praying that it will hold up until around Christmas, so I don't have to pay forty bucks for one. If it doesn't, you may not hear from me for up to a month because with my bills, I don't have forty dollars to spend on a freaking cord. I would if I owned Twilight, but I don't. That belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

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EPOV

After three days, and no word on what the hell had caused that scene in the cafeteria, I was about to go out of my mind trying to figure out what happened. I asked everyone I could think of. Alice, Bella, Edward, even Jasper. All of them looked at me like I must have lost my mind, but didn't give me an answer. Well, all of them except Jasper, who informed me that I was, in no uncertain terms, way at the top of his shit list and that if he could afford to get suspended for a week, he would knock me flat on my back.

I had no idea what was going on.

Because I'm Emmett Fucking McCarty, and I am as dumb as a bag of rocks. I wouldn't find that out until much later, though.

It got to the point by fourth period study hall that I was willing to actually ask Rosalie about it. Of course, I didn't know how dangerous that would be. The only problem as far as I was concerned would be finding her. By luck of the draw, our paths didn't cross at all during the day. She even seemed to be missing from lunch most of the time.

And that was how I wound up talking to Mrs. Cope. The only part of Rosalie's schedule that I knew was first period administrative assisting, and I had obviously missed that. So my option was charming Mrs. Cope into telling me where she is. It didn't take much. I got the feeling that Mrs. Cope was a cougar.

"I'm not really allowed to give out other student's schedules," she said, biting her bottom lip. I smiled.

"But Mrs. Cope, it's really important," I said softly. It wasn't a lie. I considered it to be very important. Because I am Emmett Fucking McCarty, and I am a nosy son of a bitch.

"Well... What do you need to see her about?" she asked. Time to turn up the charm, and lie my ass off.

"Well," I said, leaning on the counter to bring myself down to eye level with her. "I live next door to her, and her car is in the shop—" I sincerely hoped that she hadn't had any reason to venture to the student parking lot that day, because Rosalie's car was definitely fucking conspicuous enough, "— so I was going to give her a ride home, but I forgot that I have a doctor's appointment after school, so I won't be able to take her home."

"Why can't you tell her between classes?" she asked. I smiled sheepishly.

"Well, that's why I need to know where she is. I don't know where her class is, so I don't know if I'll be able to find her between classes," I explained. She nodded.

"Well, I guess that makes sense," she said, reaching for the Rolladex that held the student's schedules.

"Thank you," I said. "I really appreciate it, Mrs. Cope." She looked at me for a second before blushing and looking down to flip through the Rolladex.

"Let's see... This period she has Computers Aided Design in the library," she said. I nodded, smiling warmly at her.

"Thanks again, ma'am," I said. She blushed.

"Oh, don't call me ma'am, Emmett. It makes me feel old."

"Well, we wouldn't want that. After all, you're much too vibrant to be considered old," I said. That's right, Emmett. Lay it on thick.

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The cool thing about the library is that even if you don't have a class there, you can still go in. I couldn't believe my luck, and it got even better when I arrived and saw that Rosalie was sitting at the end of the back row, the two computers next to her unoccupied.

I sat down, logging on to the computer. She glanced at me, her jaw tightening.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed.

"I happen to be working on a research paper. What are you doing?" I answered cheerfully.

"I'm in class. Surely you've heard of it," she hissed, turning back to the slide show that she was working on.

"You know, that's the kind of attitude that results in people having the high-quality cafeteria food smeared on their faces," I said. She glared at her computer screen and turning red. Ah-hah. The subject is breached. "So what happened with that, anyway?"

"That's not in any way your business," she answered quietly.

"I think it is," I said. Judging by the way people were reacting to my questions about it, I had something to do with it. I just couldn't figure out what.

"Yeah, well, I think you're full of shit, but I try to keep that to myself," she said.

"You never keep that to yourself," I pointed out, laughing.

"Go away, little man," she said, rolling her eyes.

Little man? I had been called a lot of things in my life, but I had never been called that. Nothing about me was in any way, shape, or form little.

"What is the big deal with telling me?"

"What is the big deal with finding out?" she rebutted.

"Because it was fucking hilarious," I said. "And I would like to know what I should credit for that enjoyable point in my life."

"Credit Lauren," she spat, her voice unusually sharp, even for her. "Credit Lauren for every enjoyable point." Without looking at me she exited her program and snatched up her purse before leaving the library.

What the fuck?

Oh shit. She knew. And if there was one thing that would stop a girl from sleeping with you quicker than anything else, it was letting her find out exactly who had been there before.

I was fucked. In a really bad way.

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After thinking about it until the end of the day, I couldn't decide why the hell it should matter to Rosalie who I fucked. Past that kiss, which was more of a punishment than a reward, in my opinion, she had given me no indication that she gave a fuck what I did or what I thought.

I got out to my Jeep and my day instantly got worse when I saw Lauren leaning against it. Good lord, I did not want to deal with this right now.

I thought about ducking back around the building before she could see me but well, that would leave her with my Jeep, and given that there was a pretty good chance that she had already seen me... Well, you know, the whole woman scorned thing. I really didn't need the Jeep keyed again. It had been known to happen and I was getting sick of having to pay a small fortune every six months to get it repainted. It was like every place I lived, some girl thought she was the first one to do it. Couldn't they just egg the damned thing for once?

Although, if I had to do it again, maybe I could try out a new colour. Like blue. I liked blue.

As I got closer to her I realized that holy shit, did she look pissed.

"I just want you to know that I think it's really shitty that you laughed at what Rosalie did," she said and I almost laughed again. That's what this was about. Fuck, I had thought that it would be some shit about me not calling her or something.

"It was funny," I said before I could stop myself.

"No, it wasn't," she said.

"Sorry," I said, and I really was, in a way. I was sorry that I had offended her, but hell, it was funny.

"Luckily for you, I found a way that you can make it up to me," she said, seeming to brighten, and I wondered if that whole pissed-off thing wasn't just some sort of act to get to this part. Somehow, the fake anger was nowhere near as sexy as when girls were genuinely angry.

"Oh you did?" I asked, only mildly interested.

"Yes," she said, smiling flirtatiously. "You can take me to a movie this weekend."

Fuck. She was one of them. The girls that thought that a drunken party hookup was something more. Jesus fucking Christ.

"I don't know, Lauren," I said. "You're nice and all—" but you are causing me major problems in the Rosalie department "— but I'm kind of busy this weekend."

"Oh come on, it's two hours," she said, pouting. I felt like bashing my head against the window of the Jeep.

"Lauren—"

"Please?" she asked and I sighed. What the fuck ever. I probably shouldn't let her think I had any real interest in her, but I got the feeling that she wasn't going to go away if I didn't just agree.

"Fine," I said. "I'll call you."

She smiled, looking satisfied with herself and scribbled her number on a piece of notebook paper. I was glad she didn't ask for my number. I really did not want her to be able to just call me whenever she felt like it. I would definitely be star-sixty-sevening that shit when I called her.

Yeah, I was going to call her instead of just blowing her off. Because I'm Emmett Fucking McCarty, and I know that there are more fun ways to get a girl to leave me alone. And besides, for all of her annoying actions, she was a fucking good lay, and if I played my cards right I might be able to hit that again before running her off.

She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Jesus Christ.

I got into the Jeep when she finally left and started the engine, letting my eyes sweep over the parking lot, unexpectedly spotting Rosalie in her own car, glaring fucking daggers at me.

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RPOV

I wasn't entirely sure why Emmett and Lauren were annoying me so much.

Well. No. That's only half true. I knew why Lauren was annoying me. It was the same reason she had always annoyed me: She was a skanky-ass cunt. Very simple.

Emmett was more complicated. I wasn't sure why, but it grated my very last nerve to see him with her as she so obviously flirted with him. I had thought at first that my warning to Lauren would be enough, but when Emmett allowed it, even encouraged it, from the way it looked, who was I to tell her where the line was? It was now his business. And that pissed me off beyond belief.

Knowing that it was his business didn't stop me from wanting to grab her by the hair and slam her to the ground when she stretched up to kiss him.

Who the fuck did she think she was. I had made it clear that I wasn't done playing with him yet.

After she walked away, Emmett's eyes fell on mine for a minute before I started my car and sped off.

It would have been much more satisfying if he didn't live right fucking beside me.

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For the next two weeks, I dutifully ignored both Emmett and Lauren. It wasn't that hard to ignore Lauren, although she had taken to smirking at me every time she saw me, and I could practically hear her singing, "I won, I won, you lost, you lost, I won," over and over again.

I wanted to slap that smirk right off of her face. I came very close to it, in fact, when she actually dared to shoot me a smug smile as she walked with Emmett to his Jeep after school one day before kissing him goodbye.

Needless to say, by the end of two weeks, I was in a very bad mood.

"You need a girl's day," Alice said knowingly one night. "We should go to Port Angeles Saturday. Do some shopping, get our nails done... Spend a few hours at the salon."

"I don't want to go," I said. She gaped at me, clearly surprised. Alice and I had become friends by bonding over shopping and shit. Before that, she was just my little brother's girlfriend.

"Too bad," Jasper said with a note of finality in his voice. "You've been walking around in a pissy mood for two weeks now. You need to get out and do something."

"I'm always in a pissy mood," I pointed out. He shook his head.

"Not like this. Usually it's just attitude. This is true anger. Go out, get it out of your system."

I nodded. Jasper was usually right about this sort of thing. He was usually pretty good at reading people's moods and figuring out what will change them.

"Yay!" Alice squealed. "This is going to be so much fun! It seems like forever since we've just hung out."

"Yeah," I said. I couldn't force myself to get worked up about it and I shot an apologetic smile at Alice. She shrugged.

"Well, I'm excited about it," she said.

"Yeah. I think I'm just tired," I said. "I'm going to go to bed. Good night, guys."

"Sleep tight," Alice chirped, snuggling up against Jasper.

I entered my room, shucking my jeans and throwing them in the hamper before digging a pair of sweatpants out of my dresser and crawling into bed. I was truly exhausted. The light from Emmett's room bathed mine in a dim glow, and I found it oddly comforting.

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"Rosalie, let's see a movie," Alice said, pressing the button to trip the walk signal at the corner. We were on our sixth hour in Port Angeles, and I welcomed her suggestion. I wouldn't turn down the opportunity to sit for awhile.

"What do you want to see?" I asked as we crossed to the street to the theater.

"Saw VI," she said immediately.

"God, Alice, isn't that something you'd rather see with Jasper?" I asked, staring at the poster in distaste.

"Oh please, Rosalie, you know he wouldn't watch that with me. He says that when I watch things like that, I keep him up all night, making him investigate every time I hear a sound. Which is totally an exaggeration," she said. "Please?"

"Fine," I sighed and she smiled, skipping to the box office. "But you're buying me popcorn," I informed her when I caught up.

"Sure, sure," she said. Suddenly she was gripping my sleeve and jerking me around to face in the other direction. "Oh my God. Okay. In a second I want you to casually look to the right and tell me if I'm really seeing what I think I'm seeing."

I jerked my head around, ignoring her hissed protests at my probably too-obvious movement, and felt my blood immediately start to boil.

Lauren Fucking Mallory, the great slut, was walking to one of the theaters with Tyler Crowley, his arm around her waist.

Oh, that bitch.

"Come on," I said, grabbing Alice and dragging her after them.

"Oh God, Rosalie! No!" she wailed when she saw what theater they were going to. "I don't want to see New Moon! It freaks me out that the characters have our names! I didn't even make it through the first movie!"

"Shh. They'll hear us," I hissed, otherwise ignoring her protests.

"But they even look like us!"

"Please. Nikki Reed wishes she was this sexy. Now shush."

"But you told me we could watch Saw," she whined.

"Alice, if I have to ask you again to be quiet, I'm going to tape your mouth shut," I threatened.

We sat down two rows behind Lauren and Tyler, Alice sinking into her seat and crossing her arms, pouting. I rolled my eyes and focused on Lauren and Tyler. Jeez, the two couldn't even wait for the lights to go down before they were practically attacking each other. Try for some fucking discretion, people.

How dare she?

"Okay, now that your suspicions are confirmed, can we go see Saw?" Alice asked in a whisper. I narrowed my eyes and she sighed. "Fine. But I don't know how exactly you're benefiting from watching this."

"I'm not benefiting. I'm plotting," I said. It was true. I was plotting exactly how hard I would have to pound her head against the floor to crack the fucking cement.

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AN: Oooooh drama.

I'm not entirely happy with how this chapter turned out but it seemed like each time I edited it, it just became more of a mess. So I decided to just quit and accept it as is. Hope it wasn't too big of a letdown. :3

So now, I'd love to hear your thoughts. The next chapter's going to be pretty heavy, so get ready for it! Actually, it's already done, and if the response to this chapter is anything like the response to the last one, I'll post it tonight. /winkwinknudgenudge

/bribes reviewers with promises of Emmett/Rosalie sexeh times. Eventually. XD