7
I'm in my room with my history assignment spread out on the desk in front of me, when I vaguely register hearing a sound. It's not enough to break my concentration, but when I hear it again, I stand to investigate. I open the shades, which are drawn despite it still being light out, and see Rosalie, arm raised ready to fling another tiny stone at my window. I pull it open and return to my seat as I wait for her to scale the sturdy trellis to my window.
"We do have a door, you know?" I say, smirking as she catches her hoodie on a nail in the frame as she climbs in.
"Shit! How do I still do that every freaking time?" She fusses over a small tear in the fabric, removing it to get a better look.
"If you remember, that's why you said you were never using the window again," I remind her.
"I tried the door, your douchebag brother wouldn't let me in. He said you were sleeping."
I roll my eyes. Emmett knew I wouldn't be asleep this early.
"Hey, Ed…" The door swings open and Em walks in without knocking, proving what I already knew. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he asks, his eyes zeroed in on Rosalie's boobs in her fitted t-shirt.
"They're attached to the rest of me, asshole," she snarks back. "And next time address your questions to me directly, they can't answer for themselves." Emmett's face cracks into a wide smile and his eyes mist over slightly. He has a huge crush on my best friend and her bitchiness just makes it worse.
Rose sits down on my bed and Emmett plants himself right beside her as I turn back to my books.
"I'm assuming you know she's back?" He's adopted a serious tone that I've rarely heard him use.
"Uh-huh. I found him hiding from her at lunch."
"He's fucked. She's back for a day and already he's not sleeping."
"I'm right here, you know?" I slam my pen down in exasperation and turn to face them. "If you want to talk about me, at least do it somewhere where I don't have to listen to it."
"You wanna come to my room?" Emmett asks Rose, his face lights up as no doubt his mind flies through the possible outcomes of his proposition. I smile as I brace myself for what will no doubt be a fantastic put-down from Rosalie. She pauses, glancing at me before she speaks.
"Yeah, ok." She stands up as Emmett and I both sit and look up at her, mouths hanging open in shock.
"What the—" I jump to my feet and stride over to her. "You are not going with him, sit your ass back down there." I grab hold of her arm, firmly but not roughly, and push her back down onto the bed. She looks up at me and pouts, but she says nothing, offering Emmett a shrug of her shoulders. He scowls at me as he stands and makes his way to the door.
"Some other time?" he asks her, a desperate edge to his voice.
"Sure," Rose replies, smiling at him as he pulls the door closed. She looks across at me, her smile fading as she notices my expression.
"What?" she asks.
What can I say?
Who am I to warn her away from people anyway? I never learned from my own lessons.
~S~