A/N : Hi! this is my first attempt in writing. Sorry that it's short. It will be longer for the next chapter. Also sorry for the grammar, this is not my first language. I will try my best! I hope you guys will love it.
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Damn, I'm already late to today's meeting. I shouldn't have listened to Emmett.
"C'mon Rosalie let's go out, what harm can it do?" Yeah right Emmett.
"Just another shot, I'll take care of you" right after I leave your ass to screw with some girl that I don't even remember what's her name is.
God I'm going to kill him.
"Hey Rosalie" He said nervously as I continued to glare at him.
"I bought your favorite coffee" He wiggled his eyebrow trying to be cute.
That maybe works with the bimbos but that just made me want to smack him. He's lucky that I'm sporting a hell of hangover that I can't even have the will to lift my hand to smack him. Plus he did just bought my favorite coffee from a shop that at least 30 minutes away from his house. I glared at him as I grab the coffee from him. I silently moan as I inhaled the coffee. I can't help it I am a coffee whore; I have to get my daily doses of caffeine.
"So…" He started.
"Just shut up and drive Emmett, I'm already late" I snap at him. Actually I don't really mad at him anymore after I got my coffee but I just love to see him squirm.
It has been almost a month since that night out. Wow time flies so fast. Emmett kept asking me to go out saying that he doesn't have a wingman as good as I am. I went out but I never got that drunk again like last month. I had not been that drunk since college. Everything was so fuzzy I can't even remember half of it, but I remember one thing, the girl how can I forget her.
She's the reason I kept going out with Emmett. I keep hoping that I will be seeing her again at the club.
I saw her when I go out out with Emmett last month. It happen after Emmett abandons me to play with his girl. She is sitting at the corner of the bar alone looking out of place. She has a long brown hair that seem so soft that makes me want to touch it. Her skin is as white as snow and her eyes god I can get lost in it forever. She has the most beautiful brown eyes that I had ever seen. There's something about her that is so awkwardly beautiful. I continue to stare at her. My body and heart was screaming for me to go to her. My heart continue to speed but I ignored it. I don't know whether to run to her or from her because she scared me. No one ever made me feel like this and I know the moment I chase her everything will be different.
I never admit it to anyone but changes scared me. Changes mean the unknown. It means letting go of everything that u know, everything that keep you grounded and It's scare me because I don't know what is going to happen.
Fear.
It is a powerful thing. It can give you strength or make you weak. It can drive you or slow you down.
I am a Hale and I refuse for it to slow me down, to make me weak. So I decide to go to her even if it's scares me because I know she's worth it. So I tried to go to her but that's when some idiot decided to try his way with me and fail miserably but successfully blocking me from her. By the time I get rid of the guy she is already gone. I kept looking for her but there isn't a trace of her anywhere.
Even right now as I strolling down the street I can't help but to look at every corner of the street hoping that I saw her because she has been on my mind since that night in the club and that was a week ago. I don't even get to talk to her yet I could not get her out of my head. I mean who is this girl, who is she to reduced Rosalie Hale into a puddle of unguarded emotion.
I mean every time I see a brown hair girl walking my heart stop. My heartbeat has been so inconsistent I'm surprise that I haven't got a cardiac arrest. Do you know how exhausting it is? It's like this girl have some sort of thrall on me. That's never ever happen to me before, period. I am a Hale. We're the one who put girls & boys, women & men on a spell not the other way around.
Now I am feeling frustrated. Look at that, I'm an emotional mess.
When I think of her I can't help but smile. She is just so very captivating and devastatingly beautiful but yet so lonely. It made me sad because such beauty shouldn't look like that. I sigh.
I feel a pang in my heart how it hurts to even think of not seeing her, not be able to take the loneliness away, to not be able to hold her, talk to her, kiss her. It hurts. How it's bother me to no end that I couldn't talk to her that night. I feel like screaming of how stupid I am to let her go, to never chase her, to feel too proud to go after her. Now she's gone and I pray to whatever god that exists if I meet her again I would never let her go. I will hold on to her forever.
Now I'm sad & sappy. Do you see what I mean? I'm getting whiplash from how fast my emotion change.
Okay Rosalie get a hold of yourself, stop thinking about "oh fuck" That's hot. That's a fucking hot soup. Who the hell carry a hot soup around and bump into people?
" Oh my god! I'm so sorry" That's when I heard the voice.
It so smooth and has a little bit of huskiness that made it effortless sexy. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry I didn't notice you there" Without even looking at the girl I know that it is her, the girl from the club.