False God | Rosalie Hale

Chapter 1: Adaptation

It was not weird for me to be nervous. In the last year of my life it seemed like it was a permanent state of mine.

When I was younger I thought that I had my life figured out, I was going to graduate early form high school and I was going to Stanford or Columbia, where hopefully I would have peers that, like me, had skipped school years and were misunderstood among their high school classmates.

It was not ideal but it was my plan.

During the last year I had changed my plan a couple of times, Stanford had fell into the second position of choices, Columbia leading the list. Then things happen that made me realize that my original plan was my better option.

Now Columbia was back on the mix and with Charlie breathing down my neck about being a greater option for me, it looked even more tempting.

Of course my doubts had nothing to do with the level of education I was going to get but more about Rosalie.

Rosalie Hale was the reason of the many changes my life was going through.

Rosalie was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever set eyes on, she had long slender legs with a delicate neck and prominent cheekbones, her blonde hair always on perfect state and her golden shinning eyes. If I were to search for the description of perfection in a dictionary, I was sure I was bound to find a picture of her. She was also a vampire, who could in no circumstance live in a sunny place like California. At the time she was my girlfriend and first love so it was not surprised that I was trying to reordered my whole life just to be with her.

She too was the woman who shattered my heart for the first time.

I must give it to her that she had good intentions. She left me because she wanted me to have a normal human life, so she had to lie and break all my illusions in order for me to believe her and not fight back into her decisions.

At first I was not sure about forgiving her at all, even if they were false, her words caused a lot of damage, most of it I think was permanent. After we talked a little about our situation, together we decided that for now we could be friends. It was the less confusing path for me and Rosalie claimed that now I called all the shots, therefor we would do whatever I decided.

The last 2 weeks had been hard, trying to readjust to having the Cullens back was a little harder than I originally thought. I was glad I had my friends back, to hang out with them during and after school, now more so than ever since I had lost one of the persons who help keep living while I was heartbroken. Leah Clearwater, was not a part of my life anymore by her own will.

We had an argument where she blamed me for her father's death and then launched me 5 feet off the ground, Rosalie caught me and I was not injured. Still I did not blame her; I had called tons of times to tell her so. Thing was that she was not sorry about it, she stood her ground and was refusing to talk to me.

The other thing that was getting on my nerves was Edward. My sister's boyfriend was a constant presence in my house, whether Charlie was aware of it or not, and I was having none of it.

I had a really long conversation with Edward after he and his family came back, where I told him and showed him what he had done to my sister and how much damaged he inflicted with his decisions.

The pained look on his features as I showed him every state of zombie Bella, ceased my anger.

I knew he loved her, in his own twisted way, and I also was aware of my sister's devotion to the telepath. He apologized to me and Bella multiple times, and while my sister had forgiven him straight away I was not too eager to do so. Maggie also told me how much he meant it and that got me to at least acknowledge his presence. In my opinion both of them were so dependent of each other that it was not healthy at all but to each their own.