Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene | Rosalie Hale

Chapter 6

Rosalie POV

April 18, 2006

'So, Rose, you want to get to know me better?'

It just kept repeating in my mind. Over and over again. Why did she smirk? Why did she say it in that tone?

That tone. It was so flirtatious for no reason. Or maybe it was for a reason. Maybe she really does want to 'get to know me better'. No, that's crazy. She's literally going to meet a boy right now. Besides, it's not like I want to 'get to know her better' like that, right?

Or maybe I do. Why is this so confusing? I don't understand why this is happening to me. I've never been this flustered before in my life.

"You can turn here," She says and meets my eyes.

"Right," I look over at her for a split second and see her lick her lips. Her hair is slightly blowing around in the light breeze coming from the open window. Her piercing e/c eyes sparkle a little in the midday sunlight. She smells like...

Oh, God. Her smell. The burning starts in the back of my throat and works its way up until my mind is overwhelmed with her scent and the burning of my throat. I focus my eyes on the road, trying to get rid of the feeling before I do something stupid.

"Y/n, can you talk to me," My voice is scratchy and barely audible.

"Talk about what?"

"Anything," I say it too quickly, too desperately. I need to regain my composure. "Tell me about yourself. What's happening in school?" I say it a bit calmer although my grip tightens on the steering wheel as she takes her sweet time.

"Well, we're reading Fahrenheit 451 in English. It's alright, I guess. I mean I like the book, I just hate reading it in class because the teacher's an asshole and so many of the students don't understand the book." She continues her rant and I continue driving, not daring to look at her just in case.

"And Bella like only reads romance novels but still thinks she knows everything about every book she reads. She told Jessica some bullshit theme that doesn't even make any sense and I was going to correct her but then Edward was all like, 'Oh, sweetie, you're so smart. You're so right. Blah, blah, blah.' But it's like, no, Edward. She's not right." I start laughing and she stops talking.

"Sorry, but they are so gross sometimes and I have to live with him."

"I feel sorry for you. I don't think I could survive if I lived with either of them even if Bella is my best friend."

We stop talking for a second. I'm not sure if she found the silence comforting or not. I was comforted. No matter how amazing she smelled, everything else just stood out more. I was content hearing her voice. It had a bit of a rasp. It was usually slow and controlled but if you just listened to her it would get faster and higher like she was afraid that you wouldn't let her finish and she had to get it all out at once. It was weird noticing all these things. I had never really taken the time to analyze someone to this extent.

"The beach is on your left." She states. It's simple and soft. It was a bit quiet but she seemed at ease. After our fight earlier, I'm surprised at how quickly she recovered. I could tell she wasn't really mad at me, specifically. She had said she had to take care of Bella for months and Alice and Edward had once let it slip that she was only in town because of family problems back home. She was just having a hard time and I must have given her hope and then I just crushed it like it was nothing.

I pull up to the parking lot in front of the beach. I wasn't technically supposed to be here. On the La Push land. I had crossed the border. That invisible line the dogs had made for us just because they want to be some kind of noble heroes. Hopefully, they wouldn't mind. I mean I was bringing a friend to them. I hadn't done anything to her. She was perfectly safe. I had control, unlike those impulsive animals.