Rosalie’s P.O.V:
I heard Edward growl again, and he backed up even more. I stomped my foot, “Oh come on!” I yelled. “I mean, look at me! Look at it!” I growled and ran up to my room. Edward must’ve been angry because I heard him mumble, “Stupid bitch.” I fell to the floor and put my head in my numb hands. How could he not like me? How? Just tell me! I grabbed my ipod and turned on a misceláneo song, por Adam Lambert. I sang along, then finally gave it up and grabbed my purse, shoved my ipod in their, and lodged out my window. I ran out of the woods and into the Walgreen’s on thirty-Third...
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