Full Summary: Where do you go when the one you hate is the one you're supposed to love, and the one you love is supposed to be the one you never gave a chance? When the one you're supposed to marry becomes the one you'd love nothing more than to hurt, and the one-time fling becomes something more serious? AU, Rosalie X Jacob.

Explanation: So, I started this… About the beginning of winter holiday, which was the nineteenth of December. So I don't even know how I got this idea, I just started writing. Anyway, that's how this was born. I hope to update regularly. But this is the story my recent polls have been on, so here ya go. :D

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Chapter One

"Don't forget, this was all your idea," Alice said, giggling from the back of the car. If we weren't going fifty miles per hour over the speed limit I would have glared at her in the rear view mirror.

"At least it's not my car," I replied, and her face fell immediately. Bella shook her head. Yes, we were breaking the law, but it was a normal Saturday for us. I shifted gears.

"You know, Rosalie, we could have taken Bella's car, it's much faster than mine," Alice said, suggesting something for the future, no doubt. I shook my head, and Bella remained silent, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Alice, Alice Alice Alice. Your car is yellow, Bella's is red. Red cars always get pulled over, no matter whose driving," I said. As if to prove my point, a cop car pulled up beside us, looked at the three of us, two smiling, and then went on his way. She rolled her eyes.

"We're almost there anyway, don't worry about it. It would take more time to go back and get her car anyway," I said, pulling onto the off ramp. She sighed, nodding.

"You're right," she said. "I also don't see why I couldn't drive my car," she continued.

"Jeep!" Bella yelled, giving neither of us a chance to answer. Alice and I swore. It was our game. Every time there was a Jeep on the road when we drove anywhere, we called out Jeep, making it sound like a much longer word than it was. Bella always saw them first. It was like her eyes were trained to only see them. Even when she was in the back (with exceedingly small windows) she saw them before either of us did.

"How do you do that, Bella?" Alice complained from the back seat. Bella shrugged, a smug smile on her face.

"I don't bicker with my friend constantly?" she said. I scowled.

"We weren't bickering," I said defensively and Alice nodded her head violently. Bella and I laughed at the look on her face. She looked so serious.

"Come on guys, it's just a game," she said.

"Look at that traffic," Alice said, changing the conversation. You didn't screw with Bella, it was just a known fact. We all looked over at the public freeway, happy for our express toll pass.

There was a big football game today, and we had actually scored decent tickets. Well, Edward had. He could always get the best tickets for anything. And Bella could always bypass all the annoying things, like traffic. They were a force to be reckoned with when put together, it was amazing. Once they took on the legal system, suing them for providing Bella's mother with a biased lawyer, and they had gotten a pretty penny from them. Though they had all that money, they still worked. Edward as a doctor (he was on call for every weekend) and Bella as a landscaper. Suffice it to say they were very well off.

Then you had Edward's adoptive brother Jasper, and his wife, Alice. They had gotten married just after high school. I suppose to everyone who didn't know them well at the time, it was a marriage that was going to fail within the first year, but to their friends, they knew it would last a long time, if not indefinitely. Jasper had actually had to wait for Alice to complete her senior year, putting him at nineteen and her at eighteen when they got married. If they ever got in fights, no one knew about it, but they seemed happy the entire time. Something I'd only ever be able to hope for with Emmett. But Alice was working two jobs, and both were something she loved. She worked week days teaching kids how to dance, both ballroom and ballet, and on the weekends she worked part time as a car mechanic, something I had gotten her into. Not the highest paying jobs, but Jasper's psychiatrists' salary put them in the upper middle class.

I pulled into the parking lot, happy to see that all the good spots weren't taken yet. We saw Edward's Aston Martin on the other side of the row, the boys already standing around, sharing a cigarette. We didn't like them smoking, but tolerated it since they only had them on rare occasions, like today. I was still convinced they did it only to impress us. Edward and Jasper weren't convinced that the women they were with loved them. Emmett knew better.

For all intensive purposes we were only together for our parents. We despised each other. It was a recent thing, us despising each other, but it was still in place all the same. Nevertheless, we put on a show. When we were with friends, or our families, we acted like we had never loved each other more. It wasn't hard, we just had to act like we used to. Inappropriate public displays of affection, loving name calling, vulgarity at times. Just the usual routine for us.

We made our way over to the guys, who finished their cigarette. Jasper, as always, walked over to Alice immediately and picked her up, spinning around and kissed her as he put her on the ground again. Edward waited for Bella, but as soon as they got to each other they hugged tightly. They only kissed in public on rare occasion. And, as usual, Emmett and I walked towards each other, hate apparent in our eyes, but we embraced, kissing like old times. His hands traveled down my back. He was good for keeping up appearances.

"Jeez Em," Jasper said, guiding Alice towards the gates, "you need a room or something?" he asked. I ignored him, rolling my eyes. I could feel Emmett smile in our kiss.

"Just like old times, right Rose?" he asked. I glared at him as he grabbed my ass lightly. No matter how much I didn't want to, my body always reacted to physical advances like that, and he never minded. He just laughed it off, and took my hand. Edward and Bella were right behind Alice and Jasper, and no one was looking back at us. I dug my nails into his hand.

"Only in your dreams, Emmett," I said with a smile on my face. He looked at me and I relaxed my hand. We looked down at his hand and saw fresh blood trailing down his hand from four small spots. He sighed. We reached the gate, and the noise from the stadium was already roaring. I loved the sport, but hated going to the actual games. Much too loud, and it was when Emmett and I had first met, so he always acted more immature than usual.

"That's the thing though, no chicks ever come to any of the good games," I heard someone's deep voice complain from behind me in the line for food. I rolled my eyes as Bella laughed. Apparently Alice was telling jokes again.

"Says the moron who can't look right ahead of him," I heard another voice say from the same spot behind me. I couldn't help but look back. There were three men standing there, one was well over six feet tall, the other two only a bit shorter than he was. I had to admit, his muscles were impressive.

"Rose," I heard Alice's voice say from my right. I snapped my head to look at her. "It's not polite to stare," she said. I must have looked confused, because she continued. "You were staring at the guys behind us. Well, just one of them actually," she said, giggling.

I gaped at her. I wasn't… staring, was I? I shook my head and we stepped up to get our food.

During half time I went to get Bella and Alice drinks. While I was standing in line, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the guy from earlier, only this time he had a smirk on his face.

"Just in case you wanted it," he said, handing me a piece of paper. I took it and looked at it. It had a number and his name. It also had "It lasts longer," written in the same handwriting as the name and number. I turned the paper over to see a picture of him. I looked up to tell him how rude it was, but he wasn't there. Men.

So of course he would ask if I wanted a drink, or if I would settle for something that would last longer. I told him to get me what I usually wanted. He kissed my cheek and went to get it. Beer runner extraordinaire.

After the game Alice drove us home since she had the least to drink. I was thankful for our rule that girls drive together, and guys together. She also followed the speed limit. I was the first to be dropped off. We said goodbye to each other and I made my way up to the tenth floor apartment Emmett and I paid for.

He had his room, and I had mine. Though when we had visitors we shared a room, in which case he slept on the floor and his room was the guest room. He was a good boy. He never complained.

When I got to my room I took my shoes off and shed the rest of my clothes. I didn't bother to close the door, thinking he wouldn't be home for a while longer. I had just undone my bra when I heard him whistle from the door.

"There's a view I haven't seen in a while," he said, leaning casually against the door frame. I quickly grabbed the towel on my bed and draped it around my body, turning to look at him fully.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, my voice going up an octave or two. He smirked.

"Long enough to know what I've been missing," he said casually. I glared at him, walking over and slamming my door shut. "Testy testy," I heard him say as he headed to his own room. My temper got the better of me and I threw my phone at the wall. I heard his laugh from the room next to mine. I walked to the bathroom, now regretting the choice we made of having it be a joined bathroom.

I heard him touch the door handle and locked it quickly. He laughed again. Pig. I pulled on my pony tail, releasing my hair from the dreaded thing, and turned the shower on. I let the steam fill the bathroom before stepping in. The water was still scalding hot and it was soothing.

Some time later the bathroom was filled with the smell of lavender and… whatever my shampoo smelled like. I wasn't quite sure on the exact flavor, but I liked it. Emmett absolutely hated it, and that was just one of the perks.

I didn't have any other plans for the night so I let my hair hang damp, letting it air dry. I wrapped my towel around my body and unlocked Emmett's door, then walked into my own room. I added my clothes to the pile in the corner, then walked into the hallway to get myself something to drink. I regretted that immediately.

In the living room there were four of them, Emmett included. One was at the drums, two on guitar, and Emmett with the microphone. I never should have let him buy that god forsaken game. I couldn't move, and I was utterly aware that my towel barely covered anything it should. My mouth was hanging open, and the one on drums failed out of the song, followed by the two on the guitars. Emmett had never taken his eyes off the screen.

It took everything I had to close my mouth and walk back in my room. I slammed the door. He would hear about this later.

I promise you that explanations for everything that happen in the story are in future chapters, so no need to fear. :D Again, please review, it would mean billions to me.