A/N: This chapter is really short, but it has been sooo long since I've written, I just wanted to put my story back on the map. Let me know if anyone is still interested in me continuing… Life has really gotten in the way of writing for the last year! Hope all is well with everyone. =)
chapter 11: revelations
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
They had broken up. Rosalie and Emmett had broken up.
Well, they were taking a "break," I guessed they were calling it- they had made the decision mutually before we'd even left Washington. Apparently neither one of them felt the need to clue me in on this development.
"Look, Bella, I'm really sorry you've been so stressed out about this whole thing," Rosalie told me, biting her lip. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, reminding me that she was inebriated, but she seemed genuinely sorry for the misunderstanding. "I guess Em and I figured we would just see how things went on the trip... we didn't feel the need to make any announcements, because well, we're not sure about our future. I still love him very much, and we may get back together, but," she looked guilty as she finished her sentence, "I'm barely even eighteen! And we're going to Mexico! And have you seen Carlisle?" She shivered at the sound of his name, but I had a feeling it wasn't a bad kind of shiver.
I was still pissed, but now I didn't know where to direct my anger.
I had been so disappointed in Rosalie, but now I was just confused. As awkward as the situation might be, Emmett should have been able to act like a grown-up about it. They had apparently both decided this trip was a free-for-all fuckfest, and now he couldn't handle his side of the bargain. Whatever. I was so over the whole fucking thing.
I said so aloud.
"Alright, girlie, I'm fucking over it," I told Rosalie, "I am not going to waste one more second of this trip worrying about the actions of you horny idiots. And bitch, I need a drink." I smiled appreciatively when she handed over her plastic-hotel-cup of champagne.
I chugged it.. and nearly spit it all over Rosalie when the bubbles tickled my nose.
She laughed at the look on my face as I attempted to swallow, and rolled her eyes at me. "That's what you get for trying to chug champagne, you freak," she told me matter-of-factly.
I was about to smack her when Jasper interrupted.
"Everything alright in here?" he asked as he peeked around the edge of the door. He looked genuinely concerned as he looked from me, to Rosalie, and back to me again. I met his gaze and smiled reassuringly.
"Yep, we're all good," I told him, returning his smile. "Wanna join me for a cigarette?" I was in desperate need of some nicotine, pronto. Hopping up from the bed, I grabbed his hand and we headed for the balcony.