Honey (Book 1)

Chapter 14

BELLA'S POV

My face burned scarlet as I stumbled from her. 

The fire and ice I felt coursing through me was like a high. 

My lips were a bit swollen but they weren't warm. Cold but not overly so, it was a strange and foreign feeling. Definitely not normal but most certainly not bad. My heart raced, beating so hard it felt like it was going to break through. 

Left reeling and desperately grabbing at straws, I tried to comprehend it all. Because. Sure, Rosalie is nice to me. It's just that she was so polite in the beginning and nothing more, almost curt maybe. And then she is serious and heartfelt, playful for a moment perhaps. Then boom, we're making out in the school bathroom? Not that I'm complaining but still. 

It seemed as though the Cullens, even without sharing blood, have quite a few things in common. Like those mood swings. Their eyes, their cold skin and absolute ethereal looks.

I don't know what to think really, I guess. 

Gathering my composure, it finally hits me that I just made out with Rosalie Hale, girlfriend of Emmett Cullen. 

It was one of my best experiences, however tacky that sounds. It really was. I've never felt so alive and present in my own goddamn body.

I've never felt so happy either.

But now, as I make my way to class, smoothing my hair down and finally calming my heart, my stomach sinks to the floor at the realization that I just made out with Emmett's girlfriend.

Barely know them and I go and fuck with their family. God! Emmett is so nice and cool and the guilt comes in one giant wave.

I make it to my class just then, and I force myself to breath.

In. Out. In. Out.

I open the door and everyone stares at me as the teacher stops speaking.

It's only a moment but it feels like an hour before everyone's eyes slide back front, a few linger a little longer on me and I gain a glare from my teacher but I find my seat. He continues teaching after a quick, "Thanks for joining us, Isabella."

My face is hot and red, my backpack makes a thump on the floor by the desk and I barely have time before my mind assaults me with thoughts of fucking over Emmett.

Just before I can full on spiral into self doubt and worry, Mike, always seeming to be there, taps my shoulder.

"You good?" He whispers.

I nod my head awkwardly.

"Your face is a little pink. You look a little sick, are you sure you're okay?" He persists and it takes me a moment to answer because. Mike! Seriously, he needs to shut up now.

"Yes, Mike, I'm fine." I hiss. Then sigh, "Thanks but I'm all good."

He stares at me a moment and then smirks, nodding. I want to ask what the fuck he's so smug about but he's facing front again and answering our teachers question.

For the next thirty five minutes I am trapped in my mind worrying over what happened and what to do next.

I can't face Emmett now. I can't face any of them and even though my whole being aches with the need to see Rosalie, I cannot be with her like that behind Emmett's back. Its wrong and gross and so so bad.

I bite my nails and hear none of the lesson in class. Afterwords, I ask Mike for his notes.

When the bell rang, Mike walked me to class and I managed a few pacifying responses but I couldn't even try to give a summary of what he said. I was thinking about how awful I am.

As soon as I make it to my second class, I plop my bag down and turn to Rosalie who is there already, looking generally like a goddess and waiting expectantly.

"Rosalie, I can't believe that happened." My voice comes out hoarse and low and I'm a bit surprised she heard me but I continue before she can cut me off. "I'm so sorry, I did that. I know it was a mutual thing but I should have stopped us before we even touched. I feel sick to my stomach because of what we did to Emmett, Rose. And as much as I, er, enjoyed it, we can never do it again because I refuse to do that to him. How could I do this, you know? Being the other woman to the straight girl! I cannot-"

Suddenly, Rosalie is in my space, hand on my arm and lips brushing my ear.

"Darling," her breath is cold, sending a shiver down my spine. "You've got it all wrong, especially the straight part." Her lips slide a bit lower and she presses the barest kiss to the spot below my ear.

Breath shallow and heart racing, it takes a minute to comprehend what she just said.

"But, Rose-" she cuts me off, hand still on my arm tightening just so and sending heat through me.

"Bella, love, Emmett knows all about it. In fact, he encouraged me to...lets say, pursue you." Her full lips curve upwards and I twitch with the desire to kiss them.

My eyes flick up from her lips to those swirling honey eyes, as I once again realize what she said.

Damn the effect she has on me.

"So, what? He's- he's okay with it?" I all but squeak. She nods, a knowing look glinting in her eyes. I take a minute to process this. And then ask, "Wait, he doesn't expect me to like..kiss him, right?"

"No. No, he most certainly doesn't. He doesn't feel that way about you and he knows you don't either." She laughs loudly, bright and full.

Her hair shifts around as she shakes her head in amusement. Eyes sparkling, her hand flies up, finger pressing her mouth closed but her smile breaks through anyway.

"Is that such an amusing thought?" I grumble, kinda embarrassed that it sounds so terrible. Even though I don't wanna kiss him, is it that funny?

"Don't be upset, darling." Rose places her hand back on my wrist and smiles softly at me. "He just talks about you a lot in such a familial way. It's a strange concept."

"Oh," I feel my cheeks turning pink and then Rose is once again there and kissing where the heat is, which makes them burn more.

Her giggle is enchanting and I can't help but lean forward so our faces almost touch.

Fondness and joy swirl through her oh so strange eyes and I get caught in it. Her dizzying spell cast, as usual, keeps me until she leans in to kiss my cheek one last time and pulls away. The hand she had on the nape of my neck moving back to my arm.

Boldly, I quickly flip it and grab her hand in mine.

She smiles at me and I can't help but to smile shyly back.

Thankfully, we had a free draw period because in our seats, mostly no one paid any attention to us. We didn't touch more than holding hands after that and we didn't get all poetic and deep. Rosalie stared just as hard and distracting as usual and we talked a bit more about ourselves. She talked a little about Emmett so Rose explained that she wanted me to be hers like Emmett was hers but we didn't have to be each others.

I admit to not quite understanding what the fuck that meant but Rosalie seemed to get that.

"We can talk more after school, darling. There's no rush." Once again she gives me a strange sort of knowing smile.

I feel the stupid smile on my face but I really don't even care to do anything about it. Besides, it gets worse when she kisses my cheek after class and I walk all the way to third in almost bliss.

When Jasper raises a brow at me, I just shrug and smile more because. I may not have a clue how things will work with this super amazing goddess and her sweet god partner, but that's for after school to think about.

For now, I'll coast through classes knowing that there's someone in this world that is just spectacular and I get to kiss her now.