"Great job today girls! Remember practice tomorrow is canceled so I'll see you all after school Monday. Have a great weekend!" I shouted to the cheerleading squad. My name is Rosalie Hale, but please just call me Rose. I'm 17, a senior in high school, and captain of the cheerleading squad. I suffer from stereotypeitis. Everyone always thinks that because I'm captain, I must be an easy lay. Truth be told, I Rosalie Hale, Have never been kissed.

Ch. 1

"Hey babe, wanna come over to my place tonight? My parents are gone for the weekend, it'll just be you and me" Tyler, captain of the football team, said trying to be sexy.

"No thanks Tyler, I've really got to get home." I said coming up with yet another excuse to get him to leave me alone. He just wouldn't seem to take no for an answer. I quickly made my way to my car, hoping to escape the jeering taunts of all the football guys.

As I walked up to my convertible, Emmett McCarty walked by. Let me tell you a little secret, I really liked him. Unfortunately for me, I knew I could never date someone like him, he was way to funny, and sweet. Also, I would be shunned amongst the popular kids because he was a bit of an outcast. But that didn't bother me. I knew it would never matter anyway. He probably doesn't even notice me. I had been in love with him since the beginning of freshmen year.


I had taken yet another wrong turn in this big school, I was going to be so late to English! Just as I turned around the corner, I ran strait into someone, causing all my stuff to fall.

"I'm so sorry" I apologized profusely, not looking up as I got down to pick up my stuff.

"It's my fault don't worry about it" a deep voice chuckled, handing me a stack of my stuff. Finally I got up the nerve to look at him. He looked like a senior, and I was instantly embarrassed more. He was so hot!

"I'm Emmett," he said holding out his hand.

"Rosalie" I responded automatically. I couldn't seem to let go of his hand, staring into his eyes.

The shrill ring of the bell brought me out of my stupor and I jumped up and ran to English.

End Flashback

I soon found out he was in fact in my year, and a transfer student from Alaska. From that moment on, as cliché as it was, I wanted him.