Okay, so this is my first story in a real long while, so it might not be too good. So bare with me.
Disclaimer; I own nothing.
"Are you insane?" I screamed, throwing my hands in the air. "I cannot, I repeat, CANNOT, work with him. He's hopeless!"
"You're not so great yourself," Jacob mumbled, glaring at me, and then the commander.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
"It means you're a bitch," he answered simply, smiling innocently at me. I knew better than to trust him.
"You're an asshole," was all I could reply with. How lame.
"YOU TWO NEED TO SHUT UP," the commander screamed. "I don't need this right now!"
"Sorry," I apologized, looking to the ground. "But he's so annoying."
"I understand, Miss Cullen, but there's no need to be rude." She turned to Jacob. "Mr. Black, the same goes for you."
"Sorry... NOT." He rolled his eyes and stood up. "I've gotta go. See ya."
"Renesmee, you need to catch up with him. Now. Your plane leaves in an hour. Good luck being married to that... thing." She wrinkled her face in disgust.
"Thanks, Auntie Rose," I smiled, hugging her. "Now I gotta split!"
"Bye!" She waved and smiled at me, before turning to her partner, Emmett. I sighed and ran off to catch up with the Asshole (A.K.A. Jacob).