"I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I ain't your cute little sex toy,
I'm not your lion or your tiger,
Won't be your nasty little boy,
I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I can't grant your every wish,
I'm not your knight in shining armor,
So, I just leave you with this kiss"
-30H!3, "I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby"
EPOV
When I entered the school building the day after I broke up with Rosalie, I was welcomed like a king. Girls who would normally ignore me came up to me and talked to me. People I didn't even know said hi to me. My friends congratulated me. They said they didn't think a guy like me could get a girl like Rosalie to cry and beg for me to stay with her. In just one lunch period I managed to kill the most popular girl in school's reputation. From the way people acted it was like Oz after the Wicked Witch from the West was killed. In way, that's exactly how the people of Forks High perceived Rosalie.
I knew Rosalie better than that. Rosalie was always nice to the people around her, and was rarely mean to anyone. The people of Forks always thought she was faking it. They took her kindness as a way of climbing up the social ladder. Rosalie didn't really help her case much. She didn't have friends outside of me and our small group. She has acquaintances here and there, although she never felt like she needed more friends than what she already had. She was content. People took that as her being stuck up. The only real reason why she was so popular was because she's beautiful and always up on the latest trends. People think she's the superficial. I guess none of them own a mirror.
I'm no better than any of them. I liked being popular. I liked girls coming up to me and talking to me. I liked meeting new people. I liked the approving looks I received from my friends. People who ignored me or teased me because of my weight were now my friends. I loved being popular.
Rosalie saw me standing outside of my first block classroom. She smiled timidly at me, and said hi. I glared down at her with a bored expression, nodding my head in acknowledgement, and a gruff "Sup." Her smile fell from her face. I could see the tears forming in her eyes as she hurried around the corner.
I'm top dog now. I'm no longer living under Rosalie's shadow. I'm not the awkward puppy dog following his master's orders. I have the power now. I'm my own person.
All I can think to myself is, why didn't I do this sooner?
*Sidenote, make sure to check out my other two stories I am currently working on, Carpe Diem (also part of the Twilight fandom)and The Book Thief and a Jewish Fist Fighter (If you're interested in The Book Thief, that is). It would mean a lot. Thanks!*