Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight Saga related. All I own is what I came up with.

This story is a cross between the Twilight saga and the book Speak. I had watched the movie starring Kristen Stewart as Melinda, and got inspired to mix the two. They are my two favorite books so I loved writing this. Speak is an amazing book and great movie. I recommend reading and watching them both. It's 100% worth it.


Nessie's POV

"Stop! Stop! Please, get o--" My screams were muffled by his muscular hand covering my mouth. I could feel his hot breath on my face. I tried to scream but my voice couldn't get passed his hand. I started beating his back with my fists, but he persisted as if my hands were just a breeze. I tried to scream again, but this time, I was woken up by my mother's voice.

"Renesmee! Sweetheart, its okay. It was just a dream." She had her hands pinning my wrists to my bed and her chocolate brown eyes were wide with concern. Her hands on my wrists were bringing me back to my dream. I lifted my hands and she quickly let go, dropping her hands to her lap. I sat up slowly but didn't say anything. "I'm guessing you didn't sleep well. I came was on my way up to wake you, when I heard you screaming." She looked in my eyes, her voice careful and reassuring. My eyes darted around my bedroom, not sure exactly what I was looking for. "Renesmee, it was just a dream."

That was the problem. It hadn't been just a dream. I had just been reliving the scariest memory I had. The dream had seemed so real, because it was experience, not a thought. I had felt his warm breath, the strength of his hand, the tears welling up in my eyes, the pain my screaming was causing my throat, because I had felt all of those things before.

"You need to get ready for your first day of school, Renesmee." My mother said, her pretty face distorted by the frown on her lips. She waited a minute for my response, but I still hadn't recovered from my dream enough to talk. I finally nodded once and my mother stood up and made her way to the staircase.

I pulled back the covers and got up slowly, walking over to my dresser which held all of my clothing. I pushed all of my pretty shirts out of the way until I found a long sleeved, pale green shirt. I had a pair of loose jeans hanging over the end of my bed, and a gray hoodie was tossed into a corner of my room along with my black converse sneakers.

I threw on my outfit and ran my fingers through my messy, bronze hair. It's usual ringlets were a mess caused by my lack of concern. I resisted looking in the mirror, not caring what I looked like. I never wanted to be pretty again. I remembered him coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder and whispering in my ear, "Well don't you look pretty tonight."

I cringed away from the memory and slowly proceeded out of my bedroom to the top of the stairs. Of course my mom would be disapointed by the fact that I couldn't care less about my first impression at school. I knew that they already had a stupid rumor started about me. I was the new, psychotic, depressed, mute, new girl. The sad thing was, it was all so, unbelievably true.

I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs. I was turning to make my escape from the house, when my mom walked quickly into the front hall. The small smile that possessed her face faltered slightly when she saw my outfit. She hated my depression, but was terrified to talk about it. She missed the old me that was fun loving, popular, and crazy. I made such a sudden change into depression. She ran her hand through her soft, wavy, dark brown hair and it gracefully fell back into place

Here's something to fill your stomach, Renesmee." She said handing me two granola bars. She hadn't called me by my nickname - Ness - sense I became depressed. I mumbled a thank you and goodbye and ran out of the door, running into my dad, his bronze hair in a mess on top of his head. His bright green eyes were wide with surprise. I was practically a spitting image of my dad, except my curls were my grandfather's and my chocolate brown eyes were my mother's.

"Whoa, Ness! Slow down, Kiddo!" My dad said, laughing. His way of dealing with my depression, pretending it didn't exist, and who was I to ruin his happiness?

"Sorry, Dad." I mumbled, avoiding his eyes. I ran down the porch steps into the rain that was unavoidable in the tiny town - Forks, Washington - that I was now forced to call home.

I climbed into my beat up chevy truck and the engine roared to life, the volume of the grumble not lowering. I pulled out of the driveway and made my way down the narrow, winding road. I watched the rain slowly run down my window and remembered the fun my dad and I would have on the rare rainy days of Florida. We would go outside in our clothes when the rain started, and we could spend an hour just running around in the backyard, screaming and playing, letting the warm percipitation soak our hair and clothes. There were no worries. There were no problems. There were no secrets.

I pulled out of my memory and pulled into the Forks High School parking lot. Awesome, I was one of the few people already there. I didn't want unnecessary glares and stares. I didn't want pointing and whispering. I had gotten those things plenty for 2 months, then it was summer. I was hoping to escape the rumors and hatred. I knew it was just a dream that would be crushed way to soon.

I parked my car and tripped getting out of my car. I was clumsy just like my mother. There was no hiding that. I can trip over anything and I can make anything hazardous. I hated that about me. It was just one more thing about me that attracted attention. One more reason for everyone to stare and laugh and talk about me. I had fallen flat on my butt onto a patch of ice. My pants were starting to get wet, and my head was throbbing from hitting the side of the car on my way down. What a wonderful way to start my first day of school!

Jake's POV

I pulled into the parking lot of my personal hell and saw two of my best friends, Quil and Embry, leaning against Quil's new car. I drove around the parking lot, seeing if I could get a space by the school, but luck rarely cooperated with me. I ended up finding a space in the middle of the lot, between a silver Chevy truck and a little blue Ferrari. I killed the engine of my Rabbit and the loud roar slowly silenced. I quickly got out of the front seat and admired the trunk next to mine. It was nice, but it was old. It had been cleaned up recently and the owner knew how to take care of their car. I was suddenly thankful of the owner of the Chevy. Finally someone else had a good old-fashioned car!

"Jake! Jake!" I heard Quil yell from behind me. I turned around quickly and couldn't help but laugh at what I saw. Quil was running full speed waving one hand above his head. But he wasn't what was funny. Embry was one of the funniest runners I'd ever seen. He was stacked with muscle and he could play almost any sport, but unless he had sports equipment near him, he looked hysterical. He kicked his legs behind him like a preppy cheerleader, except they went out to the side instead of kicking his butt. It was hysterical to watch. (Nothing against cheerleaders. Most of my friends are cheerleader. I just don't know how else to describe it.)

"Dude! There's a new girl in school. She's a sophomore like us, but apparently something happened and she's, like, mute and depressed. I'v been trying to find her for the last twenty minutes, but she's nowhere to be found." Quil said when he reached me, barely out of breath.

"I think I found her." Embry said when he finally got to us. He lifted his arm and pointed over my right shoulder. I spun around to face the other direction, and I saw her, standing on the sidewalk, reading a small piece of blue paper. The new girl was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. Although she had her hood pulled over her hair, blocking out the rain, I could still tell that her hair was a beautiful shade of bronze, tinted with reds and golds and browns. It had a slight curl to it and I guessed that she had naturally curly hair. She was wearing a pale green shirt that didn't wash out her glowing, pale skin with a gray hoodie zippered halfway up. Her shirt and hoodie hugged her curves beautifully, and accented her chest nicely. Her baggy jeans didn't cling to her, but they didn't sag. They gracefully outlined her perfect ass, and were half in her black converse sneakers. She was biting her bottom lip, and it was amazingly sexy. I didn't see the depressed, ragged girl everyone was starring at, I saw a beautiful girl, hidden behind herself. Her deep, chocolate brown eyes showed pain that no one could relate to. She had secrets and she had suffered, and I was determined to get it out of her. I forgot all about my reputation as the coolest guy in school. I forgot all about my hott, cheerleader girlfriend, Leah. She was insignificant compared to this mysterious stranger.

"Bro!" Quil yelled, pushing my shoulder. I realized I had been standing there with my mouth hanging open and I quickly snapped it shut, pulling myself back to reality.

"JAKE LIKES THE NEW GIRL!" Embry yelled, clapping his hands together like a little girl. I reached over and smacked the back of his head, knocking him off balance, but not making him fall.

"I don't like her. I was just... surprised that the rumors were true. You never know what rumors are really bull shit around here. People do anything to cause excitement." Luckly, they didn't notice my pause when I was trying to save myself.

Thank god Embry didn't push the subject. He knew better than that. Quil rolled his eyes when he thought i wasn't looking, but I just ignored it. I slammed the rusted door of my car closed and paint showered the pavement. I walked quickly in the direction of my next class with Quil and Embry following closely behind.

I felt someone jump on my back and kiss my neck. "Hey, babe!" Leah squealed, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her long, brown hair tickling my sholders.

"Hey, baby. What's up? I didn't get to see you over the weekend!" I said, reaching around my body to swing her around so her face was level with mine. I heard Quil and Embry mumble something about getting sick, but they walked away and I forgot completely about them. The new girl's face, which had been stuck in my mind, faded as soon as Leah's lips were on mine.

"We'll have to make up for that, won't we" She said winking at me. I loved her so much, and I barely ever spent the day without her. My dad loved her, and her parents loved me. Her parents were barely ever home though, so we often had fun at her house. A smile spread across my face and I crushed my lips to hers.

"I can't wait." I whispered. I heard someone clear their throat, and I quickly set Leah down on the sidewalk.

Shit, Mr. Principle. "Well, Mr. Black. Miss Clearwater. I think you both know our rule about kissing." he said in an aggressive tone that would have scared anyone. To bad it had never worked on me.

"Actually Mr. Walden, the rule is "no kissing in the halls." We aren't in the halls, so you have no reason to give us a hard time. We would never kiss in the halls." I said smoothly with a touch of arrogance.

Leah stifled a giggle and nodded her head quickly. Her perfect curls bounced when her head moved up and down and her hood almost falling off of her head. She put on the most innocent face she had and looked up at Mr. Walden through her eyelashes. Her clear blue eyes were mesmerizing. She put her hands together infront of her and her cleavage multiplied. I saw Mr. Walden's pants grow and I tried my hardest not to laugh. That was her way of staying out of trouble, and I loved her for it. She knew how to use her sexiness to her advantage.

"Um, o-okay. G-go to cla-ass." Mr Walden stuttered, putting his clipboard down in front of his legs. I was about to burst into a fit of hysterical laughter if I didn't get out of there soon.

Leah grabbed my hand and we ran off to the building, laughing so hard we were nearly in tears. i pulled her into a kiss that only lasted a second. Class started in 3 minutes and I still had to get my stuff. My sweatshirt was soaked, and so was Leah's. Leah removed her jacket, exposing and low cut, aqua shirt that exposed some of her black bra. I practically had to pry myself away from her perfect body, and I made my way to my locker. I had 2 minutes and most of the students were already in class. I quickly grabbed my books from my locker and half ran to my first class, biology.