Téméraire: A Rosalie Hale Fanfiction

CHAPTER VII: EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE

Mister Varner held Jules back longer than she expected with a droning lecture on respect that had her biting her tongue the entire time. She didn't have Mister Berty this year and she desperately wished to keep her Uncle from having to make a stop at the principal's office for once. She knew they wouldn't keep letting her off the hook for being new this year, but she couldn't help it.

Unfortunately, staying back as long as she had to let to Jules freezing with her hand on the door that led out to the parking lot. Rain was a common sight in Forks, it had rained earlier in the day and she knew Forks had a habit of interrupted showers- but this was a torrential downpour.

Jules loved storms like the one she was facing. On most days like this, she would be curled up in her bed against the window amongst the warmth of her duvet and her pillows, reading a book or working on a new sketch as she listened to the raindrops thudding harshly against the glass panes. By every account, she should've been home by now doing exactly that. Instead she had her skates over her shoulder, blinking owlishly at the unexpected obstacle.

Merde.

This was not the first time Jules had gotten trapped at school by the rain. She would usually get a ride from Ella and her mother, or more often than not with Leah and Sam. She knew they would be done with school earlier than her, and she knew they would be happy to pick her up- but Jules didn't want to call them now. She didn't want to hear about whether they were going to invite this person or that to the wedding, or all the plans they were making for the small house they would fix up together. Jules needed a break.

Jules surveyed her options. The parking lot, from a distance, appeared empty save for the cars she recognized amongst the teachers area. No chance of that. A shiny, brand spanking new silver Jeep Wrangler remained in the students area, closest to where Jules was at the doors atop the stairwell that led down there. Jules squinted at it suspiciously. She was a self-proclaimed connoisseur of anything on wheels, she would have noticed a wrangler model that new in town. The wheels were gigantic and heavy duty, definitely intended for extreme off-roading; thus, the kind of person Jules would have adored to befriend. Either she had missed someone at her school who shared the same interests as her and who had been able to afford such a magnificent ride, or- The Cullens.

Why would they still be in school on their first day? I got out of here as fast as I could.

Dismissing the notion, Jules twirled on her foot, deciding at last to remain at the library until the rain passed instead of risking hypothermia. She knew she would have no issues skating through the rain when she could stop herself from falling, but she also knew she couldn't exactly keep herself from getting drenched. Questions over the theoretical reach of whether or not she could somehow keep the rain from hitting her drifted through her mind, not for the first time.

The first time Jules became aware of her gift was a memory she did not enjoy reliving, a direct result of her anguish at the passing of her beloved grandmother. She knew how things usually went in the superhero movies and the comic books she'd occasionally pick up and glance through at flea markets, but Jules had never been the kind to desire being extraordinary. She was very aware of her limitations, and she knew she wasn't saving anybody's life any time soon. Jules was perfectly content to live out her small town Americana life because at least this way she remained alive.

The prickling of goosebumps erupting on her skin alerted her once more to the presence of the newcomers as she entered the library, jostling enough to show as she faltered in her stride. Jules felt her jaw set and her eyebrows furrow as she scolded herself for being ridiculous, trying to ignore the buzz in the pit of her stomach as she made quick work going to the other side of the decidedly small library, ignoring the librarian as she passed his desk.