What? Another chapter already? This is only a short one, and it was longer but my beta and I agreed that it needed to be cut off where it is, so enjoy, and more will be posted by the end of this week.

Now, I have to take time and address a reviewer. This person won't ever sign in so I don't know who they are and can't reply to them, but they have had some pretty passionate reviews in response to recent chapters. If you don't know what I'm talking about, they can be seen if you look in the reviews (on fanfiction). You'll know them when you come upon them. But for now, I have to address you Guest Reviewer...

So hi anonymous person who calls me a whore and hopes I get raped and believes I have aids. Thank you for your hilarious reviews. The main goal and sign of success for an author is how engaged the reader is, how passionately they react to what they read, whether good or bad. Apparently I'm a great author given your extremely passionate and engaged reviews. Thank you for being so enthralled with my story that you are blurring the lines between my characters and myself. Your reviews are full of burning emotions and a fire that shows exactly how much you love what I'm writing. Thank you for your enjoyment of this story and I hope you have an amazing day. Love ya!

Okay, now that I've done that, Twilight Crystal is my beta and I only own the plot.

Cover Girl Chapter 12

Edward paced the room, his hands buried deep in his hair as Rosalie watched him from the bed.

"Sugar, you just gotta calm down," she tried to comfort him but it was to no avail.

"I'll calm down when you leave. I have plans soon and you really have to go," Edward countered as politely as he could.

"Oh honey, don't be like that. I know you want me, all men want me," Rosalie countered, getting up off the bed and sauntering over to Edward.

He refused to look at her, panic surging through his body. It was already ten after twelve and Bella was due to be there in twenty minutes.

"Come on, just look at me; look at what I have to offer. Don't I compare to your girl at all? Aren't I a better catch?" she asked and Edward stopped to really look at her, the rose colored glasses finally off and he truly did look at her.

He let his eyes roam over her face, his mind playing tricks on him as he saw traces of Bella in her. He had already noticed their similarities but they weren't the same person. He took in her hair, her eyes, her skin, her lips, and let his eyes roam further down her body. She even stepped back and did a slow twirl for him before standing back in front of him.

"Well? Aren't I more?" she asked, batting her lashes at him and Edward no longer felt the desire he had previously for her.

He actually pitied her. She was deluded in thinking that she could get any man she wanted just with her assets. Yes, their conversation in the dark restaurant was enlightening as it showed that she was more than just a body to look at and fantasize over; but her actions over the last ten minutes changed everything. He took a deep breath, readying himself for what he was about to say to Rosalie Hale, unsure if he was even going to have the balls to do so, but he needed her to realize there was no chance with him and leave. He set his stance, looked into her blue eyes, and began to speak.

"No, Rosalie, you aren't more. My girl is amazing, smart, wonderful, has known me for years, and would never throw herself at a man that she knew was with someone else. My girl doesn't wear makeup, doesn't use enough hair products to make the hole in the ozone layer worse, doesn't dress in outfits that leave nothing to the imagination, and she doesn't feel the need to use her body to get what she wants. She's snarky yet classy, clumsy but graceful, and she sets me on fire like no other has ever done.

"You, on the other hand, can't take no for an answer, and don't know a thing about me other than the fact that I buy your magazine issues. Your hair is bleached blonde and looks like straw up close, I can see the massive amounts of makeup not just on your face but elsewhere on your body as well. Your fake eyelashes distract from what would be pretty eyes, but the excessive eye makeup makes me wonder if you were a drag queen in a former life. And the worst of it all is that you aren't a challenge. Offering yourself like that to someone you don't even know, well it's sad and I pity you, I truly do. I hope that one day you realize who you truly are underneath all that fake exterior and you realize that you are worth the love of someone and not just as something they use for pleasure. Now, please leave."

Edward was nearly shaking as he finished and Rosalie just stood before him, no longer looking at him. Her head was dropped down and he could have sworn he heard her sniffle. She slowly turned before he could attempt to comfort her, and she headed back to the bed and grabbed her bag.

"I'm, uh, just going to use the restroom and then I'll leave. I can tell when I'm not wanted," Rosalie said and disappeared into the bathroom.

Edward heard the lock click and glanced at his phone to see how much longer he had until all hell broke loose. It was 12:18 and he knew he was cutting it close. He just hoped that she would take care of business and leave.

He quickly straightened out the bed where she had messed it up and then froze as he heard the shower start behind the locked bathroom door.

"Oh no, no no no no no no no. NO!" He ran to the door pounding on it and yelling at Rosalie. "Get out of there; get out of my room now!"

She didn't reply and Edward heard the curtain slide and the water diverted from the tile floor.

"Rosalie, I mean it! You have to go now!" Edward pounded on the door, not even worrying about making a scene.

He tried to open the door, tried to pick the lock, but nothing worked. The hinges were on the inside of the door so he couldn't remove them to gain access, and there was only the one door so he had no other access point. The only thing he could do at that moment was divert Bella and get her to meet him downstairs and go for coffee.

Edward pulled out his phone and shot her a quick text asking her if they could go for coffee. He paced, holding his phone and hoping for a quick response but one didn't come. He heard the shower turn off and the curtain slide to the side. His phone showed that it was 12:25 and then beeped with a text message. It was Bella.

Bella: I'm here, heading up. I'd really rather just stay in and relax, I had a rough evening.

"Shit, shit, shit! Rosalie, LEAVE, NOW!" Edward yelled as he went back to bang on the door but she didn't respond. "Come on; get your stuff and leave!"

He could hear her moving around in the bathroom but she had yet to come out. It was almost time for Bella to be there and he was panicking. He just knew that she'd think something was up and that was the last thing he wanted. He went to the door and opened it, looking down the hall towards the elevators, and didn't see Bella. He kept watch on the hallway and the bathroom door, bouncing his head between the two, and he checked the time on his phone throughout it all. Finally he heard the bathroom door opened and let out a sigh of relief as Bella hadn't come up the elevators yet. He turned to tell Rosalie to leave, but stopped short as she stepped out of the bathroom right as the elevator bell dinged its arrival.

DUN DUN DUN! So yeah, going to just go and sit over here and eat some popcorn while I watch you all lose your shit. Toodles! Please direct all torches and pitchforks toward my beta, it was her idea to post this tonight and leave you all hanging.