Her hands were traveling at a fast pace, although she was trembling. Her bare knees dug into the soft mattress of the bed. She managed to pull his gray cotton shirt over his head in a fluid motion and marvel over his muscular, russet chest. She'd seen his chest before. She had always tried to ignore it, since her mother was somewhat speculative of how she reacted to Jacob. But he was almost constantly without a shirt – but now he was hers – hers to look at.

She liked that – possessing something. It gave her this new sort of power. She felt confident. She placed her hands in his shaggy hair and attacked his mouth with her plump lips. His hands were warm against the small of her back and traveled up her spine. She felt an involuntary shiver work its way up, although she was anything but cold. She was on fire.

"Jacob," she whispered breathily. She hoped it sounded enticing. She pulled him closer and… and… nothing – just her sheets wrapped around her body.

She was sweating like crazy. Her palms felt sticky as she pressed them against the thick, yellow comforter to unwind it from her body. She needed something cool. Blood was really what she wanted, but she supposed a cool glass of water would make do. She shifted her position and threw her legs over her bed and onto the wood floor. It was chilly to her heated skin.

Renesmee was positive her parents heard her whispers. She felt embarrassed. Her cheeks were probably a bright red color. She blushed easily, which she blamed her mother for. "Your mother would blush all the time when she was human," her father said adoringly, giving Bella a tight squeeze.

"Thanks, Mom," Renesmee responded sarcastically, although a smile was tugging at the corners of her lips.

Thinking of her parents after a vivid dream like that made Renesmee nauseated. And then her chocolate brown eyes widened. Her father could read her mind. She wished she was able to shield her thoughts like Bella was able to, but no. Nessie got stuck with planting thoughts in other peoples' heads. It wasn't a bad talent by any means, but she could see how shielding would be useful.

And the dreams had become more frequent as of late. She blamed it on the sheer fact that Jacob was hanging around all the time. She couldn't complain to seeing him. Nessie wanted him around, more than almost anything. There was some sort of pull to him that she couldn't explain. She didn't really want to think about it either.

Thinking confusing thoughts around three in the morning made her only more confused. And when Nessie was confused, it was impossible for her to get any sleep. And she needed sleep. She pushed open the door to the bathroom carefully, hoping that her parents hadn't taken refuge in the shower. She would have heard water running, but she had still learned to be tentative around the house when she was supposed to be sleeping.

It was empty except for her reflection. She examined her face for a moment and cast her eyes down to the sink. She grabbed the glass and filled it with cool water before bringing it to her lips.

She had just been so stressed out as of late. "Of course I want to go to high school!" she had cried to her parents when she heard them talking it over at the Cullen house. They weren't surprised in the least bit when she burst into the room. Bella had simply looked at Edward with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

"She was listening the whole time," Edward clarified. "I didn't think you'd mind, love." He smiled at her crookedly. Bella laughed in bell-like peals. Nessie figured her parents wanted her to eavesdrop. They were talking in low voices, but not low enough. She could have heard them from upstairs. Which is where she had originally heard them, before creeping down the stairs.

Sometimes it sucked to have a dad who could read your thoughts.

"Carlisle said that your development has slowed enough for you to fit in with" – Edward had begun to say to his daughter. At the expression on her fair face, he smiled. "Of course you already heard that."

Nessie was going to say that thing, but there it was. He read her mind before she could even open her mouth. "Yeah, I did," she finally managed to put her word in. "And I think it's a great idea. I want to make friends. Home schooling gets boring," she added. "Don't get me wrong" –

"You love us," Edward cut her off, "but you want to connect with other kids your age."

Nessie didn't need to press the matter very far – it seemed like her parents were okay with it. She racked her brain for reasons why she wanted to go to high school, besides making friends. How long would these friends last, anyway? She was going to stop aging, and they would keep getting older until they were wrinkly ninety-nine year old crones.

Part of her already knew the answer. She had to get away from Jacob before she started tearing his clothes off with her sharp nails.

This thought made her blush yet again. She left the bathroom, listening for any signs that Edward had heard her. Perhaps they weren't here. Nessie rubbed her temples lightly and then sauntered back to her bedroom.

Tomorrow she was going to start high school. Not as a freshman, but as a junior. She knew she was smart enough, but it was still going to be tough. Physically she looked about seventeen. But she was really only about five years old, which was creepy.

She closed her eyes.

At least she didn't have to worry about what she was going to wear. Alice planned it out on the very first day she envisioned Nessie going to high school.

She grumbled. Every time she heard those words she felt her heart speed up. It was crazy. But nothing could go wrong. Everyone was going to be nice. And she'd be liked.

Nessie grunted.

Another thing she inherited from her lovely mother: she was a horrible liar.

Author's Note: First chapter. If you like, review. :) Any tips or suggestions are welcome.