Hale

Hale 15

Chapter 15

"I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. Forget I said anything. This never happened." I gestured between her and I. Moments leading up to this outburst I just kissed Rosalie. I initiated the kiss.

The blonde sat there in her seat not saying anything. Intensely looking back at me. Feeling the heat travel through my entire body I almost regretted leaving with her. Now I know what you think. I just said I shouldn't have kissed her and that it didn't happen. I don't regret the kiss. In fact it was quite heavenly and a part of me wants more but am I really ready for this? Just a few hours ago I compared her to someone who shall not be named and now, I'm kissing her. I can see that she's searching my eyes but I go blank. Completely confused with how I'm feeling she sat back in her seat and stayed silent.

"Have you ever been in love with Eden?" she asked, taking me off guard. Thinking about my answer I told her "I thought I was, I do- I did love her but I don't know if I was in love truly." I stopped myself and realized I just willingly told Rosalie about the girl from my past. How did she get me to talk so easily? I hate how she can ask and I just answer.

"Have you ever been in love Rose?"

I see her turn her head towards the window only giving a smaller view of her face. It took her moments before answering me. "I was in love with the idea of love." she pauses "But no I have never been truly in love." She said looking back at me with sad eyes. Behind the hardened cold exterior of Rosalie Cullen there lies a girl, a beautiful girl who has never experienced true love. Something we both have in common.

Sighing, I met with her eyes, "Then I guess we found the one thing we have in common." slightly giving her a small smile.

"Let's get you home."

Something about our conversation calmed my nerves. I saw a different side of Rosalie and I wish she was like this more often. She didn't take what I said the wrong way and in all honesty she handled that perfectly. As attractive mean Rosalie can be, I definitely want to more of this understanding Rosalie. Looking into the side mirror I notice myself still slightly smiling. I'm so fucked.

After the long drive that poor Rosalie had to make, we finally made it back to Forks. The car ride was not as awkward as I thought it would be but I did try and make sure I didn't do anything stupid or say anything dumb. I could not stop thinking about how I kissed her, how nice her lips felt and worse. How I want to do it again. I have very mixed feelings towards her and I really need to figure out what the hell is going on with me. Rosalie is a complex human being and complex wasn't a challenge. Toxicity was. I just haven't spent enough time to have it figured out yet.

Pulling up to my house I see a red 4-door Porsche and my stomach dropped. My mom.

"Fuck!"

"What's wrong? Who is that?" Rosalie asks seeing my expression change from calm to panicked. "My moms here and I am so screwed since I'm not in my room sleeping in my bed." the panicked filled my voice.

"Were you not supposed to be out? I thought your parents let you go with Perla." Rosalie questioned but soon turned to confusion and disappointment. Not being able to think properly with Rosalie next to meI bolted out of the car and ran to my house. Leaving the blonde in her own car without another word. Running up the stairs I got to the front door and swung it open.

"Where have you been?!" I could hear her anger seep through the whole house. I hated shouting, it struck a nerve and triggered more trauma, so yay. Trying to come up with words, my throat closes up on me and I could feel the panic become known in my entire body. Her series of angry questions continued until she went outside.