SUMMARY: AU/AH. Renesmee is like a fallen angel, every loves to be in her presence. She's on top, just like her mother, Isabella. What happens when a bad ass, Native American, bad boy Jacob Black has intentions for her? Or is he just annoyed by her presence? Venture into a story that has twist and turns you've never imagined. As always: R&R.

**Note that this is rated M. Expect a little sum-sum in the future, other than that, enjoy and please remember that all rights go to Stephenie Meyer for the characters and the Twilight Saga/Series. I own my own plot and twist throughout the story and I tend to take control of the emotions. Enjoy!~


Suga, Suga by: Baby Bash ft. Frankie J.

So tight, so fly.

You got me lifted, you got me lifted.

Got me lifted, shifted, higher than a ceiling and ooh-wee,

It's the ultimate feeling.

You got me lifted, feeling so gifted.

Sugar, how you get so fly?

Renesmee's Point of View:

Life is simple for me; well, as other might say from my appearance. I have no idea where they get the idea that I'm Miss Perfect that has her nose up all high. They might say that because of my Mother, Isabella. Before Isabella got into a motorcycle accident, you see, a few years ago Isabella, or Bella as some call her, had a rebel stage-she was into the 'adrenaline rush' type of thing(s). Well, Bella was the perfect girl that people would bow beyond her feet, like she was woman, no, a goddess over flowing in lust and beauty, like she was a light that never turned off. Bella was just that girl that looked down on others, she over powered everyone in her high school. Now, she expects me to do all that. I am forced in cheerleading, volleyball, basketball, anything and everything. Like she's trying to make me, Renesmee Carlie Cullen, her-like I am her. My mother is just trying to make sure I am her. Though we do lack a few traits together, I do have that power to make people notice my presence. My beauty, I get an equal half of her and my Father, Edward Mason Cullen. Except, ever since my father passed away a year ago from gun point-my mother has gotten worst. She married another man, a very obscure man. He has looks, money etcetera, but he is nothing like my father. Bella and the Man, his name is Rodger, have argued and spit in each other's faces, I'm still amazed how they are together. I have worried about her, she has a bruise somewhere on her every week, and she always says it's from tripping, but I don't think that at all. So, I have my eyes plastered on Rodger for now.

Enough with the sappy stuff, this year I am in Twelfth grade, senior year. Of course, I am highly looked up to, just like my mother, but I believe I am nicer than her and smarter. I get great grades, mostly A's and B's, only once I ever had a C, well a C-. That was only because we had only one night to complete a HUGE, and I mean HUGE, project to finish. We had to write a ten page essay on everything we learned in Freshman Science, we never had a one night project since then, lucky my parents let it slide just that once. Though, now, I have the entire senior year to prepare for finals, also Prom night. I can feel it in my bones; I am going to have the greatest year of my life. Everything will feel like I'm on clouds, since I already had all of the acquired classes over with, like the two years of Spanish for example. I will be floating on cloud nine these months of the high school life, then onto college.

Beep, beep, beep, bee-I slammed my hand down on the snooze button, just ten more minutes was what was wishing for. Just ten more minutes to remember my summer vacation. The best one I ever had: the vacation where I got to visit Spain with my Spanish class. No parents, no rules. Just spend our time sigh seeing, not giving a care in the world. Luckily we came back last week, to get use to the time again and prepare for school to start up. I, for one, wished summer had never ended. Ever. Until I heard the oddly cheerful voice of my mother down stairs, "Renesmee Carlie Cullen, you better be up there looking your best. Remember, beauty is pain, my dear!"

I rolled my eyes while slowly getting up; I huffed and puffed all the way to my bathroom. I already had my outfit picked out, which was on a hanger on my door to my bathroom. I roughly took it off the hanger and threw it on. I was wearing a V-neck shirt from American Eagle, it was a orange with the white numbers 77 on it. I had a little jean jacket on top, not button, which was now back in style. My shorts were, well in lack of other words, short; they were white with an orange belt. Luckily, you couldn't see my Victoria secret panties through the white shorts. My shoes were wedges; they were white with an orange bow near my toes, which you could see. My hair was a different story; I looked into the mirror, knowing my copper tendrils need to be toned down a notch. I ran a brush through it and loosely put beach waves with a flat iron. My curler would make my hair look too big. I added only eye liner and mascara on, with a nude, shiny lip-gloss.

"Come on Renesmee, you don't want to be late for school, if you want to take my Ferrari you need to get your ass down here." My mother was already getting impatient; I guess she just wanted to see how I looked.

"I'm hurrying!" I called back; I grabbed my coach purse and headed down stairs. The long spiral stair case seemed to take forever, until I finally hit the wooden floor, almost falling onto my face, "Okay now, take a look." I walked to my mother, who was patiently waiting in the living room. I did a model walk and twirled for her to see everything, "Good?"

"More than good. You're perfect." My mother clapped with glee, she jumped up and hugged me tightly, giving me last advice, "Remember to look up with your nose held high. Make a lasting impression for everyone so they can tell their own children to watch out for your next daughter." She handed me a cereal bar, the keys to her Ferrari and out I went. As I walked to the garage I realized how my step father wasn't here today. He seemed to be here less and less now. I finally hoped that my mother and he are getting a divorce sometime soon.

I opened another door, right into our garage which was filled with cars. We use to have only three, with my biological father Edward was still around. He had three Volvos. The ones that were extremely high priced. He loved to baby me and my mother, so we all got our own individual car. Now, with my step-father, he got rid of the cars and replaced them with top selling cars, and example is the Bentley he got last week. I was not allowed to even glide past the car while breathing. I did anyways, just to piss him off. At the end of the garage was my favorite, my mother's Ferrari. From the outset, the 550 Barchetta Pininfarina, with its V12 front engine and traditional Barchetta cut, was created to be a race car. It is a unique recreation of special Ferrari models from the past. It was deliberately designed to be more provocative and less rational than the rest of the company's current range. I smiled as I remembered the description the salesman described the car. I loved my memory.

I hopped in, since it did not have a top. I stuck my key in and everything purred to life, except for the radio. I frowned, as I found a station I loved, 100.5, I turned it up as I shifted the car in reverse, slowly backing up, then I shifted again and spun around, speeding down my long gravel drive way. I turned up my radio louder, the song I'm A Bitch blared out my speakers down the road.

The roads in Forks were quite curvy and seem very long, which I liked. Though, with my driving, I sped down them. I never get caught because I have a Police Scanner installed, that thing is so handy. Surprisingly, every time I'm on the road, I seem to never have got pulled over by a cop. I mark that as luck. I pulled out my sunglasses out of the cup holder and put them on, smiling; I felt like the queen my mother wants me to be. I love the feeling, but I felt bad at the same time. I felt like I shouldn't be on top, I felt like I should've been somewhat in the bottom of the 'food chain'. Then again, when I wonder on the subject, I would be with the druggies, so I would be the 'in-between-ers'. I shook the thought from my head, if this is what my mother wants, I'll give it to her. Besides, that's what my father would want.

I pulled into the school parking lot; everyone turned their eyes/heads on me. I suddenly became self-conscious. Was something on me? I took off my sunglasses and checked my face in the rearview mirror, everything was spick and span. I breathed in, turning down my radio and pulling the keys out to turn off the car. The purring went down, the chattering went up. I stepped out of the car and locked it. I shoved my keys in my purse, seeing my hubby, Nahuel, sprint up to me, "Hey, Baby." He picked me up into a bear hug and spun me around, I giggled.

"See you have your jersey on?" I questioned him; Nahuel was on the Varsity Football team. I, on the other hand, was the head cheerleader of the Varsity Cheer Squad. My friends tell me it's practically the number one code for us to be dating throughout high school, which we did. I did feel pressed into this relationship, but later on I ended up falling for him.

"Yeah, I thought you heard? We have a pep rally in the gym this morning." He slid his hands around my waist, pulling me towards him, I leaned into him, staring into his golden eyes, "So, you should get your sexy ass into that there lock room and dress into your tight uniform that shows your curves perfectly," he kissed me on the cheek "and shake what your momma gave ya'."

I giggled, again, "What exactly would you do to the pretty boys gazing me?" Nahuel then kissed my nose as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I glanced around us, my friends were waving me over, but I felt like I was supposed to show the rest of the people what they need to know, what the so called 'code' wanted me to do: Show them Nahuel was mine. I felt awkward about it at times, I mean, is this what it was supposed to be? My mother did date the Football Quarterback too, but was Dad the quarterback?

"Hey, Babe, you listening?" Nahuel shook me from my thoughts, I gave him a smile.

"Yeah, of course I am. Hey, wait, what time is it?" I asked him, he did say Pep Rally? How much time do I have to get ready?

He looked down at his phone, which vibrated, and grinned like a mad man. I peeped over to give a look at it, but he shoved it towards himself, "It's time for you to get a watch." He smirked at me.

"Such a douche!" I pushed on one of his shoulders and laughed. He kept his silly little smirk on his face and shoved me back while pushing his phone into his pocket. I suddenly noticed the tension between us, I felt mechanical around him right now. Must be because I never even texted nor talked to him all summer. We'll get back into the swing of things by this afternoon, I'm pretty sure of it.

"Douche? I am appalled Mrs. Cullen. What will you're parents say?" Nahuel gasp with his hand over his mouth.

I crossed my hands over my chest, "I do what I want." I gave him a quick kiss until I heard my friends start yelling for me, "See you in the gym."

Nahuel still had a smirk plastered on his face, "Maybe later tonight, I'll sneak in."

"Of course you will, see you." He kissed my cheek as I gave him one too. The feeling between him and I felt weird. Like, he's hiding something from me? I pushed the thought to the side and walked over to my friends. They gave me disapproving looks, "What the hell was that, R?" my best friend, Victoria, shouted at me.

My other best friend, Bree, nudged her, "Yeah, let's just shout out to the world why don't you Vic?" They both shoved each other while laughing, I joined in.

"I don't know, I'm just out of it today I guess." I shrugged.

"Please, that there was just robotic. I swear if that dumbass has-" Victoria began ranting as I just shook my head at her.

Bree shushed her, "I swear, must you have such colorful language?"

"Well, duh, I do. Did you not just witness that? " Victoria gave me a disapproving look, again, "You two are so out of sync!"

"Says the girl dating James, isn't he a druggie?" I blurted out to her, I gave her a smile that showed I was only kidding, and she crossed her arms.

"Girls, calm down. I'm sure you and Nahuel are just hitting a rough patch right now. You, Victoria, need to calm down. Bitchy on the first day back, I see?" Bree put both her hands between me and Victoria.

Victoria let out a soft chuckle, "Hey, let's just all forget about what happened back there. We have things to do. Last year, chicks! Let's par-taaayyyyy!" Victoria through her hands up like she was on a roller coaster.

"Ha, whatever floats your boat, V." Bree pats Victoria's head while I just smiled, "To the locker room ladies!" Bree and Victoria twisted around to join the rest of the team, while I heard loud motors. I turn me head to the direction of the sound, what I began to see almost made me piss my pants. The Pack was here.

You see, 'The Pack' was a gang from the Quileute Reservation down in La Push. From what I hear, they all had to come here, because some of their idiots decided that'd it would be cool to burn down their high school in ninth grade. I have no clue what went through their heads at the time, but if I was there I would've smacked them up side their beady little heads. Then again, they were nearly five times the size of me. I remember when they first came to our school; they seemed like nice people, at the time. I tried to talk to one of them the first day they came, but they looked down at me. I did shook it off, if they didn't want to be spoken to, so be it. Months after they came, their true colors started to show. It was horrific. Two of them decided it would be funny to staple the teacher to the board before the bell rung after lunch Amazing, I know right? Such outcast. Though one of them actually did stand out the most, thank the lord, little Claire. She is in my grade, along with two or five others, but she joined the cheerleading team. She never talks about them much, but as little as she told me, she seems to think they're nice-to her, that is.

As my train of thought kept going, I felt something un-godly. I blinked my eyes a few times, realizing a pair of dark brown eyes staring right through me. Jacob Black-the 'leader'. I only heard him talk one time only, anytime I see him now, I avoid him. He was talking about me, the one I heard him talk. It freaked me out, but I wasn't scared, no. It was just that Nahuel doesn't take to kindly of them, at all. So here I am, staring at him, him staring at me. I saw someone took their hands and made him face them, it was Leah. His girlfriend, at least so I've heard. She brought her lips to his, making out with him. It was disgusting. After that I realize that all of them were take up on side of the parking lot. Right beside my car, oh shit. "REN, HELLO. Come on!" I heard my friends call to me; I turn to them and sprinted away.

"So you and that big guy, huh?" Victoria questioned me, in the locker room. I was already changed into my red and white cheerleader uniform, with a red and white bow clipped on the back of my head. I was tying my full white sneakers, when she said this, I just froze. How could she get THAT notion?

I could snarl, if I could about the thought, "Me and Jacob? Yeah right-"

"Please, save the excuses honey. I saw that stare down." Victoria interrupted, little Claire, came into the conversation, she was already finished getting everything on, her pom-poms at her feet.

"Jacob?" She questioned.

"Yeah, that jack ass you live near. No offense!" Victoria answered her, they seemed to go into their own personal conversation about the guys form La Push, and I on the other hand stayed out of it. I managed to avoid them since the middle of ninth grade; I don't plan on getting to know them now. I can't even bear knowing what they're doing now. Hopefully in the principal's office, getting a punishment for whatever they did yesterday, or the day before that. They are always up to something these days, so if I see police dragging Jacob down the hallway, do not expect to give a rat's ass.

"Girls, out to the gym now, on in ten!" Our coach shouted from outside.

I shook all the stress away and smiled brightly, a few of the girls patted my back and said their 'good lucks' and such on their way out, I made my way last with Bree. We didn't speak the whole way, to the gym. Some whispered, but mostly everyone didn't talk. We found cheerleading serious, others just think it's another way for us to show off our bodies, I did too at first, but found it's just like any other sport in the world; you have to put in practice to succeed everything we do. Some do have talents that come naturally, but others have to work hard to come to the top of the sport. We find ourselves like family, close bounds that might as well last forever-we are just like any other sports team out there.

As we took our places in the over-sized gym, I observed the crows, inhaling through my nose, everyone in the stands were chatting away, talking about what happen over the weekend. I located people I knew, especially Nahuel; he was near the middle of the bleachers, with the rest of the football team. There were tons of girls around, scratch that, sluts. As soon as I spotted Ashley, a girl who hates me for no reason, I assumed everyone that was around them were sluts. She has always had it out for Nahuel, she would rub up on him in the hallway when I'm talking to him, she makes my nerves tingle, and I feel animalistic near her. With her around, I felt like I was in the wild, claiming a pride of lions. Just she and I battling to death for the pride, but it was no physical battle. More of a mental and emotional battle, just mess with each other's 'surroundings' to rise to the top of the food chain and take in the glory. I felt like is it went too far, my family would look down on me, they already sort of so, but that was defiantly not the point.

I felt somewhere inside me get hot; as she touched his knee, getting his attention, she batted her false eyelashes, giggling away. I noticed how Nahuel snaked his arm around her, laughing with her. When I ever asked about her with him, Nahuel would always just say how they grew up together, parents and parents knowing each other and that crap. They were always so 'close' to each other now a days, but he always says how much he cares for me and shows affection, but I did have a special eye on that bitch.

I snapped out of my thoughts and scanned the rest of the crowd, I looked to the very top of the stands, and there I could see almost everyone wearing black. I sighed; 'The Pack' must have not got into any trouble yet, oh what a record. Deep, blackish eyes caught mine, Jacob's, again. I made a questionable face towards him; his face didn't make any emotion. He just stared at me, deep into my soul. It made feel conscious, was something on my face?

The music kick on, every one posed, as soon as the music kicked off, with today's all hit music, every did hand springs, flips, cart wheels, tumbling, back flips, etc. I felt like something was taken over me, as cheers from every direction were shouted, the bleachers got onto their feet cheering and singing. The crowd was wild, I even seen the faculty stand and cheer. Some tried to control the crowd, but that could never work on these types of days. I did a hand stand, another cheer leader, Lizzie, flipped right over me, landing perfectly. I then flipped forward, also landing right onto my heels, and glanced at the crowd, remembering one cheer leading rule, never turn your back to the crowd. We took it to heart on this team; we wanted to deliver the full on performance.

I exhaled, noticing my team getting in to the pyramid, while doing tricks creating the shape, I back up, everyone on the team hidden me with the pyramid, I smile as soon as they are stacked on top of each other, I notice how that the song gets quieter, I ran towards the pyramid, everything in my body is on fire, hoping-praying that I don't mess up, I jump up to the top it felt like everything went in slow motion, I started to do a flip over Claire, the one person at the top, she was smiling at me, I already could feel I was about to land, I uncurl my body and landed right on my feet, facing the crowd, every in the bleachers stood up and cheered, I turned my head to the team, they all got out of the formation and gathered around me, cheering and jumping up and down, I then felt what my mother wanted me feel, like an angel that has fallen from heaven. Everyone will want to devour me, but can't bear to because of how graceful I am. I smiled and looked up, thanking the lord above I landed that perfectly. I swear, I couldn't be defined as a human, I should've broken, or at least sprung, my ankles in some way, but I didn't. I was on top. Where I was forced to be-no, I mean, wanted to be.

After the 'Pep Rally' buzz was over, and we switched out of our uniforms, we all went to lunch; I cannot believe it took so long for all of us to calm down, of course the faculty had to complain to us about our attitudes and how irresponsible we were, but really, I could tell none of us really cared. We were so jittery we couldn't contain it. To tell you the truth, I didn't even go near Nahuel when we had to sit in the bleachers; I sat way on the bottom. Ignoring any attempt he tried to call me out, I just kept carrying on with Bree and Victoria. Claire ended up jumping into our conversation. I really do love little Claire. It used to be just Victoria, Bree and I, now it's more like four best friends. Bree and Claire really get along together, Victoria hasn't come around to her yet, but I feel like that'll change quickly.

As we all pranced into the lunch room, we went upstairs. The school, for the lunch room, had an upstairs and a down stairs. Sort of like the 'High School Musical' movie, except better. As I was going upstairs with a large crowd, Claire tugged on my shirt, "Renesmee, I was wondering if it was okay that I sit with my other friends?" I turned around, slowing my pace down.

"Of course you can, don't feel like we're forcing you to do anything, except to come to meets and everything-stupid requirements and all." I rolled me eyes jokingly, she grinned from ear to ear.

"Thank you so much, I owe you R!" She waved and skidded down stairs to the gang people. I don't mind that that's her 'people', being she is Quileute, but I don't understand how she stand them. As I kept my eyes on her, slowly stepping up stair to stair, I saw how one of the guys jumped up from their chairs and caught Claire into a huge bear hug. I raised my brow, they have feelings, I see? I thought. He kissed her cheek and headed her over to their two tables, sitting next to Jacob. Jacob nodded and said something to the guy and Claire.

Victoria shook me, "If you don't mind getting out of your dirty fantasies about that Jacob guy, we would like you get to the table already." She mocked me with her smirk.

"I so was not!" My pace sped up, until I finally reached my final destination, I sat near the table that was closest to the edge. No, not like a really edge. We had a glass, wall type think that blocks us from falling; I sat so I can scan the people below us, sitting right in between Victoria and Bree.

"I don't get why you don't 'just go down there and claim that ass." Victoria stated, I quickly popped my head towards her and hushed her.

"We are so not having that conversation right now Mrs. James." I rolled my eyes and laughed it off.

Victoria shrugged and nudged Bree "Don't you agree she should, B?"

Bree paused eating and turn towards me, "I sincerely don't think that you should be thinking about another man while you're in a relationship, but seriously if you're not feeling it no more for Mr. Nahuel, break up with him-"

I interrupter her, "I'm not thinking about Mr. 'Badass', down there, he's just been giving me these awkward looks, I'm getting creeped out to tell you truth. I mean, just look at the guy!" I was making hand motions while explaining to them, I was telling the truth. Liar, you're starting to have feelings, my inner self told me. I made a disgusted face at myself. Why would I think such foul thoughts?

They both glanced over to Jacob and the rest, Victoria made a sound that sounded like a moan, "Well, I must say they do have some muscles on them."

Bree reached over to Victoria and nudged her, "What are we going to do with you?"

"How 'bout we stop everything, tie her up, drop her off in the Sahara Desert?" I laughed out.

Victoria made a face, but I could tell she was bound to laugh one way or another. Eventually she did.

Lunch Period bell rung throughout the school, I looked down, amazed I didn't even eat, but oh well I wasn't really that hungry anyways. I waved too Victoria and Bree, since we didn't have next class together and headed towards Claire. Luckily it was just her and I for next period. As I made my way to the table, it took everything I had to even make eye contact with those people she hangs out with. Some of them were still sitting down, some standing up. When my presence became clear, I see tons of eyes start staring at me; for once I didn't need the attention. I pulled out a force smile towards Claire, as she waved at me.

The guy that greeted her earlier, cocked his head towards Jacob, Jacob made a questionable face, then some kind of determination face. I was scared shitless now, "So, uh, hi Claire. Again." I stood next to her, trying to avoid rubbing shoulders with the guy closest to me. The guy was tall, not as muscular, but definitely handsome. Like the kind of guy a mother wants their son to look like, he didn't look too bad, but the grin on his face made me want to smile back for unknown reasons.

"Mr. Peterson next, right?" Claire joked. We both hated Science, because of how lazy and easy the class was for both of us; I let out a slight chuckle.

Jacob smirked at the guy Claire was with and, for once, spoke, the way he sounded could make hell freeze over, better yet, be the death of me, "Who knew Queen Bitch would even step, better yet, look our way." He sounded a little too cocky, but his voice could a woman faint. I stood my ground, grimacing at him. Claire reached over and slapped his arm.

I scoffed, "I see the mutts decided to not cause trouble today, what's wrong? Afraid to get your asses whooped?" I felt my inner self slap me. Wrong move, Ren. Wrong. Fucking. Move.

Jacob stiffened up, "Hear this Quill, pale face actually spoke to us."

The guy, well Quill now, next to Claire sneered, "Who knew Roo-Nezz-Mury could speak without her body guard, what's his name? Nup-ell?"

I almost stamped my foot, but I knew that would make me seem like I little five year old, "It's Ruh-Nez-May to you, mutt. Renesmee, and it's Nahuel, my boyfriend, not my bodyguard-obviously. Huge difference-"

Claire spoke up before the argument was beginning to make a crowd, "So, Science class?" she grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the lunch room. Other than that outburst, the rest of the day seemed pretty normal. I didn't even bump into the bad asses, surprisingly. As soon as school ended, I made a B-Line straight to my car and drove away without my radio turned up.

As I went to bed, I went over my argument, wanting to insult them more harshly than I did. I swear I could've said something way better thank making myself sound like a stupid nine year old wanting a new toy at Toy-R-Us.