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“Hey Arizona, how you likin’ the rain girl?”
“Yeah, you may need to buy some warmer clothes.”
“Not that we mind that Arizona tank top.”
The three boys laughed, high fiving one another as the girl in question crossed her slightly oversized flannel over her chest. Rosalie was just as surprised as the rest of the humans as a low growl escaped her lips. She was barely showing any skin. Pigs, she thought, trust me I am acutely aware of every inch of skin showing. She had been looking too, but not for the same reason as the pervy adolescents gawking in her direction. Instead Rosalie had spent her class period imagining ways to distract the classroom full of humans just long enough to take a taste of the new girl.
Not enough to do any harm, of course. She wouldn’t do that to Carlisle. Just enough to quiet the overwhelming urge to taste the girl who had dominated her thoughts and senses from the moment she arrived in the small town of Forks.
Rosalie realized the boy’s eyes were still on her. The growl had both confused and terrified them. Shit.
“Hey Mike, how’s your neck? Emmett told me he had to break up a little choking match between you and a hundred pound weight the other day in the weight room.”
The boy to Mike’s left hit his friend’s shoulder and laughed.
“Bruh, you cant bench 100? I bench 180 EASY!”
The third boy joined in as Mike turned bright red, grabbing his bag and heading out the door. The boys continued behind him, taunting him about his lack of gym experience. As soon as the last boy left the room, the new girl’s eyes met the blondes. She seemed shy...embarrassed maybe? If this girl only knew. Her eye contact alone had rendered Rosalie uncharacteristically speechless.
“Uh...thanks for that. It seems like every boy has something to say to me today.” She shrugged as she continued, “What are you going to do, boys will be boys and all.”
“Absolutely not.”
Rosalie snapped back. The girl jumped back in surprise.
“I just mean...that phrase is fake. Objectifying women is inexcusable.”
The other girl smiled, her cheeks red.
“I’m Bella, by the way.”
She reached out her hand and before Rosalie could stop herself she felt her cool hand against Bella’s warm, human skin. She pulled away quickly, suddenly very aware of her every move. Luckily, it was Bella who spoke next.
“You said something about an Emnet? Is that your boyfriend?” Rosalie chuckled and shook her head.
“Emmett. My brother.”
Bella’s cheeks flushed red once again. She would have to stop doing that if they were going to spend an extended amount of time together.
What was she doing? She had barely introduced herself to the girl and she was setting long term goals.
“It’s okay, we aren’t blood related,” she smiled at her personal joke, “my four siblings and I are adopted. Most people make the dating assumption but nope, he’s just my best friend.” She beamed with pride for a moment before remembering her surroundings and putting on her usual stone-cold exterior. This girl is messing with my image.
Bella seemed surprised at the information. If only she knew that was probably the least interesting thing about her.
And with that the warning bell rang- indicating to the students that the following period would begin in three minutes.
“Well thanks again…..” she trailed off as she realized she had never asked the blonde her name. Rosalie smirked as she filled in the blank.“Rosalie Cullen”
Bella blushed again as she repeated the name. “Thank you Rosalie Cullen. I’ll see you here same time tomorrow?”
"Wouldn’t miss it.”