Chapter 1

I looked in the mirror at the girl staring back at me. I'd been on a date before so I didn't understand why I was so nervous. The dress I wore made me look beautiful. Alice had done it again. I smiled. My heart beat fast and I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins.

"Renesmee, are you ready?" My Dad said through the door.

Yes, I thought. I knew he would hear it. My Dad, Edward can read minds. Well he can read everyone's but my Mom's, Bella. Everyone in my family had some type of gift. Even my best friend, Jake, was a werewolf.

My Dad walked in and smiled. "You look stunning." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Dad," I whined.

"I just can't believe how old you are. My little girl's growing up," he joked.

"I'm only 16, Dad." I blushed.

"Hey, you're physical age is 16. But you're still 8 to me. And you always will be." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever," I looked down.

"Well, Jacob's here." He said. I perked up. Jake's here? I smiled and so did my Dad.

I ran down the steps as fast as I could to see my werewolf friend standing in the living room. My smiled widened when I saw him. He was wearing a blue buttoned shirt with jeans. He smiled at me at first and then his expression turned into complete awe. I immediately go insecure.

"What?" I asked. Did I look bad? Was it too much? I knew it. He shook his head.

"Nothing. You just look beautiful," he smiled and gave me a hug. I inhaled his smell sub-consciously. When I realized what I was doing, I pulled out of the hug. He dropped his hands.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concern filling his tone and his expression.

"Yeah…" I said slowly. I knew he would notice that I was hiding something. He inclined his head to the left.

"What's wrong? And save that 'I'm fine' crap for your parents." He smiled.

"I dunno. I'm just nervous." I said, looking down. He put his hand under my chin to pull my head up.

"You'll be fine. Are you ready?"

"Yeah." He put his hand on my back and walked me to the door. He opened it and smiled. I walked out into the cool air and saw him in the car.

Kyle Johnson. The quarterback of the school football team. And he wanted to go out with me. I walked out to the car. He didn't open the door for me so I climbed in.

"Sup?" He asked and turned the music down for a minute. He didn't say hello or ask me how I was. I just smiled and put my seatbelt on. He shrugged and turned the music up. He was the most popular guy in school. I was lucky he asked me out.

He drove in silence. I knew we were going to the movies. He drove up and parked a few steps away from the entrance. He turned the engine off and got out of the car. I waited for him to open the door for me, but he didn't.

"Are you coming?" he asked.

"Yeah, sorry." I sighed and got out of the sports car. We walked side by side. I put his arm over my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. I had been with him for less than 15 minutes. That was just rude. We walked into the theatre and sat down.

He had bought us tickets to some romance/comedy movie. He also got popcorn. I hated popcorn. The cornels got stuck in my teeth and the butter tasted horrible. I preferred mountain lion but they didn't have that on the menu here. I giggled at my joke.

Kyle shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth and offered me some. I shook my head. The lights died down and the movie started. The plot was the same as always. Guy fall for girl and girl falls for guy. Nothing new. About halfway through the movie, Kyle put his arm around my shoulders again. I tried to shrug it off but he just put it back into place. I glared at the screen.

I just wanted to go home. He was annoying me. The rest of the movie, he kept his arm around me. When the lights came back up and the credits started, I stood up and so did he. He didn't move his hand from touching me though. He did movie it, just down so it was around my waist. I took a deep breath. I could pull him into a corner and kill him in seconds, but I wouldn't do that to my family. He had a grin on his lips.

"Do you mind?" I asked. He looked at me for a few seconds to see if I was joking. Then he slid his arm off of my back.

"Gosh, you're no fun." He said. I waited and looked at my watch, 10:30.

"You want to go home? Fine, I'll gladly take you there. Then I can go and have fun with normal people." He said and stalked off to the car. I followed and climbed in. He didn't say another word to me that night. I felt like I was going to cry but I held my breath. He didn't even say goodbye to me.

I got out of the car on my driveway. We were at the big house, not my parents' cottage. I closed the door and he revved the engine and drove off, fast, down the road. I stood, looking in that direction for a few minutes before I sulked off to see my family.

I walked into the door. Let the grilling and questions begin, I thought.

"How was your date?" My Aunt asked. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jazz were sitting together on the couch. Grandma Esme was baking something in the kitchen and Grandpa Carlisle was helping her. My Mom and my Dad were sitting in the front room, too. I didn't see Aunt Rose or Uncle Emmett, though. And last but not least Jacob was sitting on the floor staring at me.

"I don't wanna talk about it," I said and walked upstairs to my room. I heard their conversation behind me.

"I'll go," Jake said and I heard him stand up.

"No. I will," My dad argued.

"Maybe Jacob should go." I heard my Mom say. I knew that in a few minutes my best friend would come upstairs. And as bad as I didn't want to talk about it, I would with him. I went and flopped onto my bed. My face buried by the pillow. I was laying on my stomach. No tears had escaped my eyes yet, but I was sure they would soon. I heard a knock at the door and then it opening.

"Esme made muffins," he said and sat next to me on the bed. Even through the pillows, I could smell her blueberry muffins. I turned and looked at him. He had concern all over his face. Why did I keep doing this to myself?

He handed me a muffin and I sat up and took a bite out of the top. He ate his too.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked. I looked at him for a moment and spilled. I told him pretty much everything that happened that night. When I told him about Kyle putting his arm around me, I swore I saw him tense up a little, but he soon relaxed. By the end I was in tears, and his arms.

"I'm sorry you had a bad night," he said in my ear. I was getting the shoulder of his shirt all wet but he was holding me tight and I truthfully didn't want to leave his hold. I felt safe.

"I keep doing this though. I point out everything wrong with people." I cried.

"No. You did nothing wrong at all," he said seriously. He stroked my hair. We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"You think that the guy for me will ever show up?" I asked. I took a deep breathe.

"I promise, he will."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I just do. Trust me." I pulled out of the hug and looked into my eyes.

"But Jake, no one who asks me out is as sweet and charming like you!" I said. Then I realized what I had just said. I blushed and looked down. "I mean everyone I go out with… just… isn't right." I hoped he would forget what I had said.

"Trust me. He's out there." He smiled and moved his head forward so we were at eye level.

"But right now, you have to get some sleep," he said. I smiled. I rested my hand on the side of his face.

Thank you, I told him. He nodded and stood up.

"Goodnight, Jacob."

"Goodnight, Nessie." He turned out the lights as he walked out.

"She should know!!" I woke up to Jake's voice yelling downstairs.

" She's too young." My Dad said tensely.

"She is not!! She's been on dates before. She should know! I've kept this secret for so long."

"And I appreciate that, just keep it a little bit longer." I rolled around on my bed to see if I could hear better. They must have heard me though because they lowered their voices. This wasn't the first time that I had heard this conversation. There's some secret that I don't know. But it seems like everyone else does. And whenever I ask, I get in trouble. Or they tell me it's nothing. If it's nothing, then why do they argue about it all the time? It seems like Jacob is the only one that wants me to know. My parents don't.