Just could not stop thinking about the motivation behind

Rosalie becoming a mechanic!!!

S Meyer owns all I just play around in their Garage !!!!

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Reasons

"Rosalie Hun, you sure you want to take this class? You can always change your mind Sugar." Emmett was too kind to me but he knew me by now, I was stubborn. God we've been together for over a decade. This was his first time in high school so of course I would not leave his side. I had finally persuaded Carlisle to let Emmett join this School term even though he had a few accidents a couple of years back with his diet. Carlisle was concerned about Emmett but I told him that both Edward and I were going to look after him and a gentle persuasion from Esme, he caved in. The three of us were walking down the corridor to the classroom and Emmett was taking his time carrying my books for me like the perfect gentleman. Edward was pinching the bridge of his nose listening to both of our thoughts.

"Rosalie you know you don't have to do this I'll look after Emmett you can go and do something more creative with your time if you wish."

"No honestly, I really don't mind, who knows I might even enjoy this class you know something different?" I flicked my hair over my shoulder. I was trying to dazzle them both, but honestly I knew deep down I did not really want to take this class but what option did I have? The boys will be taking this class and I would be stuck with a bunch of humans. I shot Edward a warning glance knowing he had heard my thoughts.

Both had desperately tried to talk me out of this decision even taking me on a hunt at the weekend. I thought about all the pros and cons; however I came to the same conclusion I was sticking with Emmett! Esme had thought it was because of our deep feelings for one another and how we're barely able to stay away from each other. I understood this reasoning; it's even hard for me to let him go hunting with Edward and Carlisle. But this was a trivial problem to the one that made me take this class. I could have explained to her and she would have understood as she felt the same as me. But bringing up the topic would only hurt Esme too and she had finally found some peace in having us around. However I did not want to let her know that I will never find the peace I am searching for. It still mad me feel raw inside every time I thought of that.

Eventually I gave in and agreed with her and she dismissed it as me just being stubborn and just humoured me. Knowing how difficult this class would be for me. She warned me of the difficulties and how I would have to behave and I agreed that if I decided later that I did not enjoy it I would pull out and switch electives.

Edward knew differently as did Emmett I could never put one past the pair of them. Emmett was my soul mate and my rock he understood what I had gone through to get to where I was today. However Edward had to live with it to a degree having to hear every deranged thought on the matter.

As I looked up I had realized they had both stopped walking, turning around I put my hands on my hips "What now?" I asked with agitation.

"Look Rosalie I know you don't want to take this class but you do have other options."

"Like what?" I spat back at Edward angry at him for listening. Emmett hesitated and walked towards me with his arms out to me, that was when I knew they had planned this little chat.

"There is always needle craft or cookery." He failed to mention the last elective that would really push my limits.

"Look here the both of you" I stressed pointing my finger angrily at them. "I will be taking this class with you if it's the last class that exists. I am already taking French and you both know full well the other language classes are at the same time." I tried to walk away but Emmett had hold of my hand.

"I'm certainly not taking a human cookery class. What's the point if we don't eat and I am not even remotely interested in touching any of it either, or for a learning experience Edward." I rolled my eyes. Unless…

"No Rosalie we would not enjoy tasting your culinary delights." Edward sighed reading my thoughts.

"And needle craft is definitely out too. I had enough of that in my previous life to last a life time, and what with everyone pricking their fingers do you honestly think I would be able to cope I know I have the strongest revolve only second to Carlisle but even then……' I trailed off not wanting to bring up the childcare elective. I was definitely not taking that class in a thousand years. I was not a glutton for punishment. I would not be able to cope with misery and the hatred I have bottle up.

Being now doomed to this immortal state for eternity, I could not bring myself to believe that I was unable to conceive children. In reality I desperately wanted children and I had visions of a little baby being held in my arms with the perfect little face that was an even mix of Emmett and I, this was my main reason to take this class, I needed a distraction to get away from my past and my ongoing suffering. I did not need to be reminded of what I was. So to go into child care class was like rubbing salt into a wound. In fact most classes that the girls attended where deliberately designed around the concept of the woman being for most a mother and a domestic Goddess. I could not be that person and I refused to be the other, so what was the point of suffering unnecessarily. Then Edward lowered his head knowing my thoughts and miseries, whispered a silent 'sorry,' I glanced towards him acknowledging his apology and collected myself holding back the silent tears and I marched purposefully into class.

Once in the classroom I straightened out my skirt and blouse, took a seat in the back row with Emmett to my left and Edward to my right. Emmett took my hand in his under the desk and gave it a reassuring squeeze to show me that he supported my decision. I glanced over at Edward and could feel his frustration. I could see his eye brows tightening into a frown; he must've been trying to deflect the thoughts. I always forgot how he struggled with the thoughts whilst I was in his presence. But I knew how much I would enjoy them. I could hear the silent whispers and feel the stolen glances that were directed my way and I just loved being the centre of everyone's curiosity this cheered me immensely.

At that point the teacher arrived and took his place at the head of the class room and wrote on the chalk board.

Mr. Hudson

AUTOSHOP

As he turned back to the class his gaze hit me directly and Edward whispered to low for human hearing.

"Told you so." Ignoring him I looked at Mr. Hudson defiantly.

"Miss…" he inquired confusingly.

"Hale." I responded.

"Miss Hale," He sighed, "I think you may be in the wrong class dear, Child Care is in the next building." Emmett squeezed my hand more tightly knowing that fury was brewing inside me. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself knowing already of the scene I was about to create.

"He doesn't understand Rose stay calm, I love you. You know?" Emmett breathed I could hear the desperation in his voice; he was trying to distract me. And I had promised Carlisle I was going to look after him.

I took another breath and tried to shift my thoughts to the situation in hand, "Mr. Hudson I believe I am in the correct class I put auto shop down as one of my electives." I calmly stated.

He glanced down at the register in front of him and I could see his eyes reading down the list till he got to my name "Ah…yes your name does appear to be on my list however I do not believe that Auto Shop is a class suited to lovely young ladies such as yourself, and, you would do better drawing your attentions to a more productive skill like cookery or needlecraft."

I gripped the edge of the bench and rose so I was standing and addressed him directly "Mr. Hudson I assure you I elected this class because I wanted to take it. I have an interest in motor vehicles and wish to pursue that interest further," I paused not knowing how far I could push this teacher. I took a deep breath heaving my chest forward. At this point I knew I would have to dazzle him. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and looked through my lashes. I took another deep breath and continued. 'If I wanted to take needlecraft or cookery, believe me I would not be having this conversation with you right now." I sat down letting him digest my words. After an agonizing few seconds I heard him mutter to himself "Never had a girl in this class before but it's not against the rules"

Edward smirked at me and whispered to low for humans to hear "he thinks you will transfer next week"

'Yeah, okay Edward, you know how stubborn my wife is." Emmett stifled a laugh

"Miss Hale you understand that this is a very hard class and as you have elected it I will be treating you as one of the guys. And that means you will put your own tools away at the end of each session and nobody will take pity on you if you can't loosen a bolt or if you chip a finger nail….. Do you understand me, Miss?"

"Yes Sir' I simply replayed having won the battle.

As I sat there with complete satisfaction on my face knowing I had gotten my own way and knowing the fact that heavy tools and engine parts were not going to cause me difficulty or injury. Honestly I could pulverize the engine to dust if I wanted too.

I was brought back down to earth when I heard what Mr. Hudson had to say next "Coveralls are situated at the rear of the class room and you are expected to wear them at every class, you will also be required to own a suitable pair of work boots...' Mr. Hudson continued with the class. Having never taken shop before I did not realize the clothing situation. How could I not have seen that coming? I was going to have to seriously think this through. Could I really pull off a set of nasty ill fitting coveralls and flat man boots? I shuddered at the thought of it. Edward was nearly doubling over with silent hysterics having listened to my thoughts on the Coveralls and boots and Emmett smiled seductively and breathed into my ear.

"I think you will look sexy in coveralls honey!"

Oh, boy!

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