Lizzie 333

This is an extract from part of Breaking dawn is needed. If your copy like my sisters was bought when it first came out the start of this extract is on 333. Hence the name. If you have a later version and the last bit where the covens are written up is on two pages you will find this extract starts on page 305. if the copy is not like mine or my sisters, tough luck, cause I don't know what page it is on then.. :D xx One thing. The extract is from where Jake takes Edwards car out but instead of being after Edward finds out he can read Nessie's thoughts, it's while he is leaving after Bella has given birth and Jake thinks she's dead. Jake is not having thoughts of killing Nessie. And has not imprinted …yet. Also pretend that Edward offered Jake the keys to his car for whenever he thought he needed to escape.

Chapter 1

Well that was unexpected

JPOV

I wandered back to the car and then slumped against the hood and played with the keys.

Maybe I was what Leah thought she was. Some kind of dead end that shouldn't be passed on to another generation. Or maybe it was a big cruel joke and there was no escape from the punch line.

"Hey, you okay? Hello? You there, with the stolen car".

It took me a second to realize that the voice was talking to me, and then another second to decide to raise my head.

A familiar-looking girl was staring at me, her expression kind of anxious. I knew why I recognised her face-I'd already catalogued this one. Light gold-red hair, fair skin, a few gold-coloured freckles across her cheeks and nose, and her eyes the colour of cinnamon.

"If you're feeling that remorseful over boosting the car" she said, smiling so that a dimple popped out in her chin, "you could always turn yourself in."

"It's borrowed, not stolen," I snapped, my voice sounded horrible, like I'd been crying or something. Embarrassing.

"Sure, that'll hold up in court."

I glowered. "You need something?"

"Not really, I was kidding about the car, you know. It's just that. . . you look really upset about something. Oh hey I'm Lizzie by the way." She held out her hand.

I looked at it until she let it fall.

"Anyway . . .," she said awkwardly, " I was just wondering if I could help". She gestured toward the park and shrugged.

"Yeah"

She waited.

I sighed. "I don't need any help. She's not here."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Me too" I muttered.

I looked up at the girl again. Lizzie. She was pretty. Nice enough to try to help a grouchy stranger who must seem nuts. Why couldn't she be the one? Why did everything have to be so freaking complicated? Nice girl, pretty, and sort of funny. Why not?

"This is a beautiful car," She said "it's really a shame they're not making them anymore. I mean, the Vantage's body and styling is gorgeous, too, but there's just something about the Vanquish . . ."

Nice girl who knew cars. Wow. I stared at her face harder, wishing I knew how to make it work. C'mon Jake-imprint already.

"How's it drive?" She asked

"Like you wouldn't believe," I told her.

She grinned, her one-dimple smile, clearly pleased to have dragged a halfway civil response out of me, and I gave her a reluctant smile back.

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"Do you drive?" Her smile, she was obviously happy that I had asked a question.

"Yeah, I have been legally driving for about over a year now." She smiled sheepishly.

"And you say I'm the criminal," I felt like a weight was being taken off my shoulders joking around with this girl that I barely knew. She wasn't my imprint and she wasn't Bella But I found myself wanting to be friends with the strange girl, "What do you mean by that anyway?" I asked honestly curious on how an innocent looking girl like this could break the law.

"My dad has a lot of private land. And a lot of cars. I have been learning since I could see over the steering wheel." She looked down like she was embarrassed. "So when I was about 14" I smiled. Seems I wasn't the only one who broke the age law. "So what are you doing here anyway since you know the reason I'm here?"

"My dad was supposed to be picking me up to take me to my moms. But he called saying he couldn't make it. So I had to cancel on my mom which I felt really bad about, then just decided to hang around the park looking for strangers that needed cheering up." I laughed at the last bit. I was right she does have a sense of humour.

"What about your car? You have one right?" I asked. I mean, you would think that if the girl's dad owned private land she would have a car. But I was still slightly worried that she might be offended by that so I was about to say sorry for being rude when she answered.

"Yes, I have a car but it's in getting a window fixed. And that was after the forensics were done with it . . ." She trailed off with a faraway look on her face. I was rooted to the spot. The girl was a criminal and I was having a conversation with her. I was probably going to get arrested or something for being involved. She obviously acknowledged my shock as she shook it off and finished her sentence. "You could say I don't have the best luck. My baby was in the wrong place at the wrong time." I wasn't even going to ask what she meant by that. But at least she wasn't a criminal.

"Where does your mom live? I could drop you off." Then I thought about what I said. I would have to make I side trip to the Cullen's to get my car. Where there was a dead girl and a newborn bloodsucker. I really should think of things before I say them.

"My mom lives in Forks. A ride would be great thanks." Crap. I now I have to explain why I can't actually give her a lift. I am going to sound like a complete utter jerk to her. Damn. I need better impulse control. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a phone call. I held my finger up to Lizzie signalling one minute. I flipped my phone out of my pocket to see it was Bella's number. Must be the bloodsuckers trying to contact me. Ahh, what the hell, I may as well answer.

"Hello" I tried to muster up as much bravado as possible.

"Bella is changing, not dead. And Alice says you can bring the girl, she's want to meet the girl who allows her to see you" Edward sounded like he was in a much better mood now that his girlfriend was changing into a living dead girl now. Or a dead dead girl. Funny thing was, It didn't really hurt as much as I thought it would though, it was like I finally only loved Bella like a sister. Like she had always wanted me to.

"I shrugged at the information."Thanks" Then I heard the dial tone and Mr. Bloodsucker was offline.

"Anyway like I was about to say. I live in the rez so I can easily drop you off. And would it be okay I if made a side trip on the way there I have to give this car back to guy who lent it to me and pick up mine. It's in Forks though so it's no problem." She looked really grateful about the trip and nodded her head saying it would be fine to make a side trip. "Hop in." She opened the passenger door and got in as I opened mine. She looked ecstatic to be in the Vanquish.

"What type of car do you have anyway?" I was slightly curious. If she's been driving since 14 she was going be good and her dad was rich so she must have money. But she had yet to tell me. "I mean, I have a Volkswagen rabbit. I built it up myself it was a state when I got it." She looked at me in awe when I said I had built it up myself.

"I have a Ferrari 458. But it must be so hard building your own car. I tried once and failed. I can tune an engine, take one apart put it back together but ask me to build one and I will miss something out. Which was what I did. I had to work for my Ferrari though. I worked at one of my dad's garages 4 hours every day after school. And I did 12 every Saturday and Sunday for a year. I just got it for my birthday. My dad wasn't happy to find out it had been shot at but the insurance is paying for it though." I was in shock. Well she wasn't like the Cullen's. They just bought. She actually earned the car. I mean she must have been exhausted. That is a lot of work. It's nearly as bad as patrol. Hell it is as bad as Patrol. No wonder she knew so much about cars she had to help fix them.

Wait. Did she say shot at. Why the hell was a car like that being shot at. Who would shoot such a beautiful car. God, they must have been Psycho's.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was wondering what the house was going be like when I turned up. And then how the Cullen's would react to Lizzie. But then Alice had probably warned them. So the house had probably been cleaned up as well. Hopefully the blood wouldn't still be on the floor. I think that would freak Lizzie out a bit. I think. Yet, what do I know, the girl is full of surprises. I wonder what other secrets she had.

Then I started to think about the differences with me. When I had left the house earlier on in the day. My life had been collapsing around me. I had been going through hell. But now, I had a new friend that was a rich nutter, a possible criminal, a mechanic, had been able to drive since 14, and was on the way back to a house full of bloodsuckers with a werewolf, and I was happy. Shocker.

I looked over to the passenger side to see Lizzie with a huge smile on her face. I had just pulled up to the Cullen's. Everything looked normal.

CRASH

Lizzie's face pulled back into one of shock as she saw Emmett lying on the grass with glass all around him, and Rosalie waving at her through the window of pure innocence on her face.

Oh God.

Haha, I am evil you will have to see what happens in the next chapter. I will try to update as soon as possible. Hopefully before Friday. Please review. Flames are welcome. And sorry about the large extract at the start I just thought you needed it. It just freshens your mind on who Lizzie is. :D xx