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PROMPT: High School Reunion

Reunion

Rose's nose wrinkled upwards in disgust. Who knew the smell of old gym socks could linger this long? She remembered being in this gym like it was yesterday. The horror. Physical education had never been her strong point. She much preferred art. But gym was mandatory, and so once a week, she was subject to this torture. As she glanced around, she was assaulted with memories; running back and forth, red-faced and sweaty, having to 'partner' up, and always being left without a partner because no one wanted to be paired with Rosalie Hale The Whale, as they called her.

Subconsciously, she wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to hide her stomach. It had gotten marginally smaller since she was last here. In her adulthood, she'd developed a love of swimming. But she still enjoyed everything sweet. It had taken a long time, but Rose learnt that she could be healthy and be a bigger girl.

"Hey, Rose!" a voice called.

Rose turned and saw one of her only friends from high school: Nessa Mason.

"You look great!" she embraced her with the usual vigour that she had. Nessa was just one coffee away from bursting - Rose was just waiting for it to happen.

"Thanks, so do you." Nessa was your typical nerdy girl. She was two years younger, having been expedited through school, and became a maths professor at Harvard. As such, they only saw each other every few months.

Their little reunion was cut short when the obnoxious voice of Mike Newton cut through the gym like a knife.

"Hey. Look! It's The Whale!" Rose fucking hated that nickname.

He jogged over, his boyish good looks still in place. "How have you been? Clearly, you've not been working out," he joked.

Rose would have turned and run when she was a teenager, tears streaming down her face as she went into the bathroom to escape his torment. Of course, it never stopped the words replaying over and over in her head as she ate her lunch alone. And it never stopped his girlfriend and her friends from coming in and taunting her. They'd throw wrappers of food at her over the top of the stall, stick their phones under the door and try and take pictures of her. It was hell.

But Rose wasn't that person. She was a woman now who had learnt a lot along the way.

"Actually, I go swimming twice a week, but I'm not afraid to eat something sweet. How have you been, Mike? From the stiff look on your face, I'd say you've been having a bit of surgery. Nothing wrong with that, but why try and deny it?"

Mouth stared at her, completely flabbergasted.

"And how's the wife? Last I heard, Jessica had left you for a woman. Again, nothing to be ashamed of; I'm sure it wasn't anything you did."

Nessa giggled from her place next to her.

"So, whilst I may still have fat - because whilst I carry a bit of excess weight, it does not define me - at least I'm not a dickhead."

Mike opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again. "That's mean."

"And the years you spent torturing me were a walk in the park?" Rose shook her head. "Do me a favour Mike and fuck off. I got over my hangups a long time ago."

Without giving him a second thought, Rose looped her arm through Nessa's, turned and walked away.

They sat down at a table before bursting into giggles.

"That was the best thing I have ever seen!" Nessa exclaimed.

"He's a jerk and needed to be taught a lesson," Rose said, loving how confident she felt.

Nessa went to say something, but then she closed her mouth.

Seconds later, Rose felt warm breath at her ear as two strong arms wrapped around her stomach. "That was fucking hot, babe." His beard tickling her skin and made her squirm.

A huge smile covered her face as Rose turned around. "Emmett!" she exclaimed, pulling him in for a deep kiss. "How much of that did you see?" Her cheeks flushed.

"Enough to get me hard," he murmured, giving her a wicked grin.

His words had her blushing for a different reason this time.

"Emmett!" she chided. Her husband was incorrigible, as as a result, so was she. He'd already fucked her this morning and then again as they were getting ready to go out.

Once they'd arrived at the school, Rose had come in before Emmett as he claimed he had a 'surprise' for her.

"What? Nessa knows what we're like," he said, giving her friend a wink.

"It's true. I've had the pleasure of staying in the hotel room next to yours."

Rose laughed.

"Come on," Emmett said, pulling Rose to her feet. "Your surprise is ready."

"What surprise?"

"Come with me, and you'll find out." His blue eyes were sparkling, and Rose knew that under his beard, his dimples had come out in full force.

"But Nessa -" Rose didn't like the thought of leaving her friend by herself.

"Don't worry about me," Nessa said. "I've got a booty call to go to." Her perfect eyebrows waggled.

"Alright," Rose said, taking Emmett's hand and letting him lead her out of the gym.

Even though Emmett had gone to a completely different high school, he manoeuvred his way through the halls with ease, stopping when they came to a familiar classroom.

Pushing open the door, Emmett let Rose step in first.

There were candles on every surface, casting a soft glow over the well-used art room. Pink and white rose petals lined the floor.

"Em… what's this all about?" she asked, turning to face him. She was incredibly touched by the gesture.

"I know high school was tough for you, Rosie," he said tenderly, joining his hands with hers and placing them on his chest. "And I wanted to give you a good memory of this place." Emmett began to look a little sheepish. "So, I was hoping we could have sex on a desk in here?"

Rose giggled, her fingers curling into his neatly pressed suit. "I really do love you, Emmett McCarty."

"And I love you, Rosalie McCarty." He loved calling her by her married name. And Rose loved hearing it.

She stepped back, only stopping when her ass bumped a desk. "You have such a one-track mind."

Emmett's dark eyes glided over her. "Only when it's you."

She let her fingers run over the desk behind her, her fingers sliding along the patches of paint that had dried there.

Giving her husband a coy look, Rose glanced at him through her lashes. "Well, you better come over here then."

Emmett's hard body collided with hers as he hoisted her up on the table. His mouth was demanding, slanting over hers and then going lower, kissing along her cheek, jaw, and the valley between her breasts.

Rose hadn't had the best experience of high school - in all honesty, it had been fucking awful - but she did have a few good memories.

As Emmett dropped to his knees, throwing her legs over his shoulders, his large hands slithering up her legs, Rose had a feeling they were about to make another good memory.