Clouded Moon

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

AN: PHEW! It's been awhile, hasn't it? Well, I took a LOOONGG break, and then decided to come back and WRITE. I've had my idea for a long time, but I was struggling on a title idea. So again, I hope you enjoy my second fanfiction and shower as much love on me as you did during my first. xD

Just a thing: The supernatural aspect of this story completely goes against all rules of vampirism.

1. School Life.

Renesmee Cullen.

My name- Renesmee. No one calls me anything else. I have no family left in this world, and I live alone in a small house. My eyesight isn't that good, and I've been wearing glasses since Grade 1. I have a decent amount of money- a bank account my parents had for me before they died in a car crash. I also have a part-time job in Baskin Robbins for extra money.

I'm going to be straightforward, and tell you everything. Four words: I am not popular.

Like I said, I've had glasses since Grade 1. People seem to think that having bad eyesight means you're a nerd. Not that I would care. But people automatically throw me in the 'nerd' group when they see me. I guess I just look like a nerd. Maybe I am a nerd. I get good grades, and I have no friends.

But really, who cares? It's just high school.

Pulling a brush through my copper-coloured curls, I studied myself in the mirror one last time before leaving. The school uniform didn't suit me at all. My hair and the ugly dark green sweater crashed. The grey skirt made my skin look paler than it already was, not to mention duller. The white socks and shirt weren't helping either. The gold emblem was really the best part, and that was miniscule compared to the rest of the uniform.

Let's just say the emblem is not the first thing you see.

Two honks outside declared that the bright yellow school bus was here, and waiting for me. I grabbed my grey backpack, and pulled on my plain black loafers, rushing outside. As I stood at the foot of the staircase, ready to enter the narrow passageway, the driver glared at me.

See? Even the driver hates me. I was a waste of his time. Why pick up nerds when you can pick up blonde cheerleaders with tiny skirts?

With a loud rumble, the bus took off forward, and I pulled my novel out of my bag. I studied the cover, touching the smooth finish, and the white letters on the front.

Wuthering Heights.

A rolled up piece of paper hit the beautiful cover, not damaging it, but annoying me. I glared at the white ball, and flung it backwards, receiving giggles from my target area.

"Go!" whispers urged someone. Footsteps were heard in the aisle. Someone was walking towards me. I wondered who it could be.

I sat in the front of the bus, and the footsteps had started from the back. It was a long way, and so I waited patiently, opening my book. But my focus was really on the footsteps. I didn't read a single word for the next few seconds, until the person was standing right beside my seat.

I looked up to see who it was. My eyes looked past the black skateboard shoes, past the grey pants, past the dark green sweater and white shirt, muscles clearly existing under them, and up to the face. I knew who it was.

He had dark toned skin, tanned. Strands of his dark hair fell over his eyes like curtains. I loved his eyes. They were one of my favourite things about him. Those fathomless dark brown eyes, soft yet stern, changing as he laughed, sympathised, or looked at someone the way he was looking at me now. With a little regret, a little caution, and that kindness.

It was Jacob Black.

Why couldn't it have been someone else? Why couldn't it have been Ethan, that idiot jock, whom I would have been able to hate? Why did it have to be Jacob?

It was because... I loved Jacob. As I had for many years. But he had never seemed to notice me.

I would stare at him during lunchtime, and I knew his every action, his every reaction, and his every emotion. I'd never seen him so close before. But here he was. Jacob Black. Looking straight at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Jacob looked back at the back of the bus. His face seemed to read 'do I have to do this?'

Then he looked back at me. I stared at him.

"Hi," Jacob said cheerfully.

Wow. That was the first word Jacob had ever said to me. This day was going by great.

"H-Hi," I replied.

"You probably don't know who I am-" he started.

"No!" I shouted. "I do!"

Jacob raised an eyebrow. Giggles came from the back again. I was such an idiot.

"Can I sit down?" Jacob asked me.

"Sure," I said, and slid my bag on my lap. Jacob sat down.

"Okay," he said. "I really don't want to do this, because you seem like a really nice person, so I'm telling you this is a dare."

"What is?" I asked. "Talking to me?"

"No," he said. "Um... Renesmee, will you go out with me?"

I stared at him. He mouthed something. I missed it, and squinted, trying to catch it again. He did repeat it, and I understood this time.

Say no, he was telling me.

And right there, my heart broke into a million pieces. I felt like I had been cut up, tossed in a blender, and now something was drinking me.

But his eyes... Jacob wasn't like them. He wasn't laughing at all, and his eyes looked pained. I felt like he didn't want to hurt me. I had never felt that way before. Everyone wanted to hurt me. But Jacob. Jacob was different.

"No thanks," I said.

Jacob smiled at me, and lightly patted my head. My mouth fell open, but Jacob didn't notice, as he was already standing up and going to the back of the bus to his friends, who were asking him what I said.

The top of my head was still tingling from his touch. It felt so good. I felt in love.

And then the bus screeched to a stop, throwing me into the back of the seat in front of me, breaking my thoughts.

As I got off the bus, I thought of one more thing.

He knew my name.

It was decided. Today, I was going to talk to Jacob. The morning had already been amazing. I wondered how the rest of the day would go by.

The day passed on. Good things happened. Ninety-five percent on my chemistry report. I wish I had parents I could run home to and announce the news. Oh well.

"I PASSED!" Charlotte, Jacob's girlfriend, declared to the class. "Isn't it great, Jacob?" Jacob was sitting beside her.

"Sure," Jacob said. He slid his own piece of paper into his black bag.

It was strange sometimes, to think that Jacob liked that girl. He didn't seem like the type. She was your stereotypical blonde cheerleader, who took an hour to straighten her hair. One who said the word 'like' at least twice in a sentence.

"Jacob got ninety-six, everyone!" Charlotte announced. He beat me. Again.

See? This is why I loved him. He was the perfect guy. Good at sports, fit, good at school, amazing looks, and the teachers didn't hate him. A couple of them, like the new librarian, I could swear were in love with him.

"Congratulations, Jacob," I blurted.

Jacob's brown eyes focused on me, and they twinkled as he smiled. At me. He smiled at me. "Congratulations to you too, Renesmee," he said. And he slid off his blue seat and walked over to me. "Ninety-five, right?"

I wasn't holding my paper. How did he know?

"Yeah," I said, smiling. The gesture made my lips hurt. How long had it been since I smiled?

A while at least.

I know it's kinda short, but did you guys like it??

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