A/N: Alright here it is. I'll try my best to make my writing stink a little less I don't want to ruin this. Review and tell me how bad it is. This chapter will be in Meredith-Rosaline Sophia Savage's Point of View.

Evan Cullen

Chapter 5: Raining Down On Me
(Meredith-Rosaline's POV)

I walked up the driveway and slammed the door behind me and the smell of pepperoni pizza filled my nostrils. I walked in and saw my Uncle Mark sitting next to Charlie, his boss and the Sheriff of Forks. I tried to sneak my way past them walking quickly and quietly behind the couch but unfortunately Uncle Mark caught me only God knows how because the television was so loud I think if I sat in the room for a whole hour I would go partially deaf.

He lowered the volume on the game of whatever sport it was that they were so engrossed in just a moment ago before the commercial of some weight loss program played across the screen. "Hey, Rosie, how was school?" Uncle Mark asked turning slightly to look at me. "As good as high school can ever be Uncle Mark." I said shrugging nonchalantly. I smiled at Charlie, "How've ya been Charlie?" I asked politely and he smiled again, "Fine. You're so big now." He said and I smiled he hadn't seen me since I was about eight. "That's what generally happens when the years go by, Charlie." I said jokingly.

I began making my way to the stairs but Uncle Mark's voice halted me before I made it three steps away from the couch. "Rosie, come and have some pizza. You like pepperoni." He didn't ask, he commanded. What is it with him just because I skip a meal here and there doesn't make me anorexic – I mean I had an apple this morning – that was only a problem the months while Mom was sick, because of that bastard. I sighed annoyed and walked into the kitchen grabbing the smallest slice of pizza. I placed it on a plate and sat down at the kitchen table and picked at it tearing it apart then eating some of the pieces. In reality I ate half the slice, but I'm not hungry anyway. I went to go throw the rest away, but unfortunately Uncle Mark was watching me the whole time.

"Finish it, Rose." He said and I sighed and ate the rest of the shreds of pizza on my plate. "Is this good," I asked – beyond irritated – showing him only the piece of crust left. He nodded and I took the stairs two at a time and got into my room slamming the door behind me. "Is she alright?" I heard Charlie ask from downstairs. "I really don't know, Charlie, I don't know." I don't even know the answer to that, I have no clue if I am alright or if I have one foot in the grave already. I kicked off my shoes and threw myself onto my bed. I turned on my CD player and placed my earphone in their intended place and drifted off into not so pleasant dreams.

I dreamt things that made absolutely no sense; however, they were pretty disturbing. The first was People in black capes with hoods covering their faces in shadow encroaching upon me in a European like alley. Then there were wolves that looked to be the size of horses. Then next was me with my arms locked around someone's neck while I kissed him like I have never kissed anyone in my entire life because to be honest I've never liked anyone enough to. Then the final image my father standing in my Uncle's kitchen looking at me with burgundy eyes.

I sat upright right after the last image breathing heavily and cold sweat covering every inch of me. My brunette springy tendrils were soaked. I looked at the blood red numbers of my alarm clock – 5:59 AM. Why? Why, can't I just have a dreamless sleep even just once? I swear God really hates me, I don't go to church often, usually not at all but it's not like I go around killing people, I lie but who doesn't. Come on why can't he give me a break?

I reached over and turned off the alarm before it had the chance to go off. I got out of bed stiff in my jeans and t-shirt that I didn't bother to change out of before I fell asleep last night. I dragged myself into the shower and woke myself up as the scolding water – exactly how I like it – loosened the tense muscles in my back from the dreams that are still plaguing me. The burgundy eyes kept flashing through my mind. I shook my head while the water pounded on it, it was only a dream. It wasn't real, just relax.

I turned off the water and went back into my room wrapped in a thick, soft brown towel. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that said Not All Angels Fall in gray cursive lettering and a pair of wings on the back of the shirt. I threw on my leather jacket over that after I quickly styled my curly hair and my bangs worked the full extent of their '20s curl.

I went downstairs and Uncle Mark was there drinking his coffee at the kitchen table he set out a blueberry muffin for me. "How'd you sleep?" He asked and smiled up at me after setting down his coffee. "Fine," I said taking a seat behind the blueberry muffin. I ate the top of it and then half of the actual muffin and he seemed satisfied that I ate something. "Okay gonna head to school," I said checking the time – 7:10 AM. "Have a good day, Rosie." He said and I checked if I had my key and cell phone and headed out the door.

I got into my little red car and backed out of the driveway driving to the school a bit faster after the house was out of view. Something felt off on the drive but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was. I pulled into the parking lot and saw Evan Cullen leaning against the silver Porsche – of course that's his and the motorcycle is Johnny's – I thought God hated me before but now Evan's walking over here, oh joy.

I stepped out of my car gracefully balancing my English and History in my right hand as I shoved my key into my pocket and kicked my car door closed. "Nice car," He commented in his velvety voice. "Thanks," I said turning away from him quickly and walking toward the building and unfortunately he kept step with me.

"Why'd you do it yesterday?" He asked perplexed. He was evidently referring to the cafeteria. God, for a smart ass he sure can be stupid. "Stopping two people from fighting in front of the entire school? Well I don't know but it looked like you were ready to rip Johnny's throat out and he looked like he was ready to tear you into pieces. What can I say, violence is one thing but when it doesn't even have a legitimate reason I'll try to stop it." I'm trying to make up for what I didn't do before it was too late, I am so stupid I could have prevented her from dying, from leaving me if I was there to stop him. It's all my fault. An involuntary shiver ran up my spine.

"Most people would have just stood by and watched." He said and I scoffed. "I'm not most people, Evan." I told him and he smiled down at me electricity coursed through me, why the heck does that keep happening. "I know," He said darkly and I sighed, "I'll see you around." I said and looked up into his golden brown eyes and more electricity flowed through me when our eyes locked on each other's it almost hurt not to touch him and he leaned closer I backed up into the doorway, "bye, Evan." What the hell was I thinking? I almost…God I almost kissed Evan, that is not gonna happen…never. I walked into the room and all eyes were on me in disbelief and I just shrugged and took my seat.

The day ran together in it's tedium and I idly took notes of the teachers' monotone lectures and intricate explanations that should have seemed exciting but turned out to as dull as my unsharpened pencil and the rest on earth for that matter. Johnny tried to make conversation when he saw me, yet he rarely held my attention, he had an aggressiveness about him that I didn't want to travel deeper into. In the day I first met him he was just about ready to kill Evan and if that indicates on his true character than I'm all set.

But just my fantastic luck Johnny caught up to me. "I'll try to control my temper." He said bluntly and I looked at him in awe. It was like he could have been reading my mind. I was walking to the cafeteria and I just stared at him for a moment. "You were pretty close to losing it, big time, yesterday. How do I know that you aren't just saying that to get into my good graces?" I asked holding my chemistry book to my chest. "I may want to be in your good graces, but I'll do it for you. I'll control my temper for you, if you don't like fighting I'll keep my paws off, alright?" He had a huge warm grin on his face and I rolled my eyes. "Who says paws?" I asked and he laughed, "I do, got a problem with that?" I laughed, "I thought you said no more fighting?" I asked playfully. "That wasn't fighting. That was good natured joking." I smiled and shook my head.

I saw Evan and for the briefest moment Johnny and him shared a glare but then dropped it. I don't know what it is about Evan, but I don't want to leave him alone. He is infuriatingly arrogant but it is all in an intriguing way, there's just something about him. Ugh, he's still really overconfident, he thinks anything he wants can be his. He really needs a reality check. Then again, Johnny is also handsome and doesn't deny it at all and of course his appearance isn't overlooked by the student body. He just has a warm, infectious attitude and I recently found he's a good guy as well. I'm not about to leave him alone either. God I am so confused.

Once Johnny was in line comfortably I slipped out of the cafeteria and went to sit on the curb just outside the cafeteria and breathe in some of the nice cold air. I closed my eyes and let the breeze go through me. It reminded me of Boston, when I used to sit outside in the winter when on the veranda's railing and let the wind rake through me from where I was on the second story apartment. "Hey," I opened my eyes and looked up at the bronzy-brunette sitting next to me. "Hey, yourself," I replied. "Why'd you leave lunch before you ate anything?" He asked. "Not hungry, you've heard of that right?" I asked not making eye contact with him but I could feel his eyes on me.

"Oh look at the time, lunch is just about over. Off to chemistry." I said getting up quickly and walked away from him. Soon enough he was beside me. "Surely you didn't forget I too, have that class?" He asked I could almost hear the smile in his voice and sighed. "It's kind of hard to overlook, since you're my lab partner and all." I said and from my peripheral vision I could see his chest shaking with silent laughter.

Through out chemistry I was oddly aware of him and totally unlike me I almost burned a whole through my chem. book, but thank God that vial was salt water instead of the acid that we were to mix with it in equal parts. That all happened because I dropped the vial when Evan's hand brushed mine, it was like a lightning bolt coursed through both of us. After that Evan made sure we didn't touch, he tried to do it nonchalantly but I noticed. Although, it was a strange sensation the electricity between us I yearned for more I wanted so badly to touch him.

Then end of the day didn't come fast enough. I want to be rid of this feeling; this intense need, to see him, to touch him, to kiss him. Oh God, stop it. Stop, being such an idiot what am I thinking? I drove for a while and realized I am miles away from home and LaPush. And then I swerved, please no, no, no! I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the car and got out to assess what just made my baby swerve. I looked and it caught my eye immediately, a nice flat tire. I went to go open my car door to get my cell to call my Uncle for some help and found all the doors locked. "What the hell?" I groaned and began walking not knowing in the slightest where I'm going. Then I felt cold drop graze my cheek and another and another until it was a full on down pour. I shoved my hands into my soaked jean pockets and kept walking.

It's official, there is no way that God does not hate me after today. There is no doubt. Rain is good when it isn't extremely cold out, right now, for the first time in the two years I've had my beloved Mini Cooper I hate it.

Why today? Why not yesterday when it didn't rain? This has to be God's idea of a sick cosmic joke...to kill my love for the rain and my car in one flat tire.