Rosalie's Dislike

"Why are you so obsessed with her, Edward?" I asked him angrily, pacing around the room.
"To be honest Rosalie...I don't know. A huge part of me thirsts to kill her. But to do that, I think, would cause me a worse pain than I have ever experienced." Edward was sitting on the sofa, with a book of some sort in his hand, and Alice was sat by the window, watching me with weary eyes.
'He's going to show her what happens to us in the sun! How can he just sit there, so calmly and rationally, when he's about to put our secret in the hands of a 17 HUMAN?!' I thought, shaking my head. Edward raised his eyes from the book, hearing my thoughts, with the look that irritated me to beyond death. It was the 'Get a grip, Rosalie' look- the one he reserved specifically for me.  
"Don't give me that look, Edward! You know it's true! You can't expect us all to be happy with your decision to endanger us and all our hard work?"
'How can he like her?' I wondered. 'How can he like such a-' I cut my thoughts off before they ran away with themselves again. Sometimes-no, in fact- ALL the time it was infuriating to have a brother who could read your mind. 'There's not even privacy in your own head in this family!' I thought exasperatedly. Edward smirked at me, not even bothering to raise his eyes from his book. I stormed out of the room, growling, and heard him quietly laughing at me.
"You know you really shouldn't taunt her like that...." Alice spoke from behind me.
"I didn't say anything." Edward pointed out.
"And that's the problem." Alice defended on my behalf. I loved having a sister but Alice was more 'in tune' with Edward than me and too understanding to not be annoying.
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I was lying under my car, tinkering with the exhaust, when Emmett found me half an hour later.
"Need a lift?" He asked me jokingly, holding the car up for me. "Alice filled me in," He added
"Of course she did." I muttered. He waited for me to continue with the usual rant I had when I was in a mood like this. "I just don't see why he is so...infatuated with her. She's just a human. And she might as well be disabled for how clumsy she is! What if she falls and cuts herself in a house full of vampires?"
"So...you're concerned for her?" Emmett tried to clarify.
"Of course I'm not concerned for her!" I snapped. "I'm concerned for our cover! How obvious is it going to be when she turns up drained of all her blood hours after visiting us?"
"Rose, you KNOW that would never happen." He chided me.
"With Edward? Anything could happen. I know he's been doing this longer than nearly all of us, but is his will power strong enough to stop himself killing her? He admitted that it took all he had not to do it in that first lesson- he had to stop breathing!"
"So...you're concerned about Edward?" Emmett tried to clarify again.
"No, I've said already- I'm concerned for our cover!"
"So, you're not concerned about Edward at all?" Emmett asked, lips twitching. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"He’s my brother I don’t have to be concerned about him. Now, if you can't be helpful, get out of my garage." I pointed to the door, playfully but irritated. 1

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If I wanted to think about the real reason I didn't like Bella I'd had to wait until Edward had left for his 'date'. I wasn't quite sure myself to begin with, but the more I thought about it the more obvious it became. I was jealous of her. How could I be jealous of a pathetic, weak human? One word- vanity. Did Edward think she was prettier than me? It wasn't that it was Edward that was thinking it, it was that ANYBODY thought someone else was prettier than me. Even I was a little shocked at my shallow thoughts. Alice had told me about her vision. Why would Bella Swan want to become one of us? I would give anything to be human, to be able to grow old and have kids. It was all Roy's fault. I was glad I had avenged what he did to me. Because it was so much more than what he thought he did. But why would she choose this life? Didn't she know how hard it was? How painful and dangerous it could be? If he's bringing her back to the house tomorrow there is no way I am going to be here.  3