Roommates

Roommates (12)

A/N - as always it's a short chapter, so don't complain. Everyone knows I can't make long chapters. Besides, it was a quick upload.

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Chapter Eleven

 

I gawked at Vincent, thankful and shocked at what he just did. I was grateful that he stopped that jerk from kissing me, but I disliked the way he did it.

Suddenly, Steve jumped up from the ground, brushed the dirt from his shorts, and swung a fist at Vincent. Luckily, Vincent avoided it.

And that’s when hell broke loose.

There weren’t words to describe what had happened; let’s just say there was lots of blood, swearing, anger and well…more blood.

I tried to stop Vincent and Steve, but they took no notice of me; they just continued injuring each other.  

Just then, some tall, bald guy; stepped in between them; trying to stop them from fighting. It didn’t work at first, so then he grabbed Steve and tossed him over his shoulder.

“Let go off me!” he shouted, punching the bald guy, he didn’t even flinch.

“Get out,” he demanded staring at Vincent, whose face was covered with sweat, cuts, blood and bruises.

Vincent nodded, and limped out of the door.

I quickly followed after him, enjoying the cold air again.

Vincent tumbled down to the floor; I gasped in shock and ran towards him.

“Vincent! Oh God, are you okay?” I asked, kneeling beside him.

He looked up, and forced a smile, “Do I look okay?”

I shook my head in response and helped him up, moving him towards a bench; next to the club.

Sitting down beside him, I took of my heels; and stared at my feet, they were red, and a few blisters were forming.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

He spat blood on the floor before answering, “What for?”

“It was my fault, I was trying to make you jealous but-“

“What?” Vincent interrupted; with a tone of confusion and disbelief.

“I was trying to make you jealous,” I whispered.

“Why on earth would you do that? Did you want me to get into a fight? Make fun of me?” he shouted, I winced at his tone.

“No, I’m sorry, really.” I apologized, feeling pathetic and stupid. Why had I agreed to do this?

“You know Rosalie, I really expected better from you.”

He stood up, and walked the opposite way from the club.

I grabbed my heels and ran beside him.

“Vincent, wait!” I cried.

He didn’t stop; he just continued walking without taking notice of me.

I ran in front of him, stretching my arms side ward so that he wouldn’t pass.

“Rosalie, let me through,” said Vincent, stepping to the left; I traced his footsteps. “Rose,” he groaned.

“No, Vincent; listen. I’m sorry; I was stupid, pathetic and a complete idiot. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I never meant to kiss that guy; he was the one who kissed me,” I mumbled, remembering the moment.

“And you expect me to believe that after what you’ve done?” he questioned, raising his brow, which was cut.

“Yes, because it’s the truth. Vincent, I would never lie to you and you know that,” I continued on, when he didn’t say anything. “I don’t always tell you everything, I mean everyone has their secrets but I wouldn’t lie.” I hesitated before I continued, “I like you Vincent.”

He froze and stared at me; I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“What did you just say?” he whispered, his tone soft.

“I like you Vin-“he cut me off by pecking me on the lips.

“What was that for?” I asked, a smile spreading on my lips.

He threw a cheesy smile, and winced; I guess, from the pain. God was he cute.

In reply, I went on my tippy toes and kissed him lightly on his bruised cheek. He moaned, either in pleasure or pain; I wasn’t sure.

I pulled back and looked at Vincent.

“Want to go back to the club?” I asked.

“No thanks think it’s better to head back.”

I nodded in understandment, “I’ll just tell the others.”

Placing my shoes, I walked back into the club, greeted by “Baby I like it” – I made my way to the dance floor and caught sight of Zack who was dancing with a bunch of girls.

I made my way towards him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey Zack, me and Vincent are going to head back,” I shouted, hoping that he could hear me.

“Already?”

I nodded, “Yeah, Vincent isn’t feeling too good, and my feet are killing me. I’ll call you when we arrive, okay?”

Nodding, he turned round and continued dancing with the girls.

“Sorry for the wait, ladies,” Zack flirted.

I rolled my eyes; boys.

I was heading out of the door when I heard my name.

“Rosalie.”

Turning around, I caught sight of Gina.

"Yes?” I asked.

“I know the truth,” she smirked, taking a sip of her cocktail.

I stared at her confused; what did she mean?

Sighing, she explained, “I know that you and Vincent aren’t really dating, I know it’s all fake.”

A/N - Who do you think told Gina? How did she find out?

~Edited By Silver (silverfires)~