I kissed Michael and we moved to his bed.
I had never been in his house. It was small but nice. We kissed for about ten more minutes then I moved my hands to my shirt. We both had gotten undressed, and after one month of dating we disappointed my father greatly, and I oddly was okay with that.
I went home and my father found out. He had me go to my room and he talked to me.
"I won't tell your mother." He said first thing.
"Why?" I asked confused.
"Because she doesn't need to know." He sighed. "But, if on the off chance you got pregnant today, have fun telling your mother, I won't help, at all." He said happily and left.
I took a short nap, and went into the bathroom for a shower.
When I was rinsing out my hair I heard a faint knock, and then Michael, and my father's voices.
"Hello, is Renesmee there?" Michael asked.
"She's in the shower." My father replied. "Who exactly are you?" My father asked knowing exactly who he was. I turned the shower off.
"I'm Michael, a friend."
"Is this important?" My dad asked. "If so you can wait for her."
"May I?" Michael politely asked.
"Sure."
I grabbed my towel and dried off. I got my pajamas on and walked out to the living room where Michael was awkwardly waiting.
"Hi?" I said trying to act confused.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked and he looked scared.
"Sure." I said and it made my stomach upset from the look on his face. We went back to my room and sat down on my bed.
He swallowed and bit his lip for a second. "I don't know how to say this." He said.
"Just tell me." I told him.
"I'm pretty much dead." He said confusing me. I wasn't often confused so this was very new to me.
"What?" I asked.
"I have cancer." He said looking down.
Chemo. Hello. Isn't that what cancer treatments are for?
"And?" I asked.
"We shouldn't have done that earlier. I have approximately a year and a half left to live, Renesmee." He said and I could feel tears rush down my cheeks but I was mostly shocked. "This kind of cancer won't react to radiation." He added.
"What?" I asked through the overwhelming tears. He hugged me.
"I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't." He told me.
We sat there for about ten more minutes before there was a knock on the door and my dad walked in.
"What?" I asked.
"Your mom's almost home, so I thought I'd inform you that if you don't want me to tell her about you skipping school, and well you know the rest then you're grounded and I will take you to school tomorrow, and pick you up. No more skipping school, or at least not until college." He told me.
"I hate you." I replied.
"I love you, but at the moment I don't like you much, honey." He told me. "Unless you want to explain to your mother about today, I'll be leaving." He told me, and I heard her car drive up.
"I better get going." Michael sighed and got up.
"Bye." I said through unnecessary tears. He kissed me and left. I went to sleep. I woke up the next morning and my dad took me to school.
I walked into the school and sat at the 'popular' table where I always sat.
"Why weren't you at school yesterday?" James asked. James had asked me out a ton since I moved here, I didn't like him, but he was eager to try to get to know me. My father found his name ironic and comical.
"I skipped." I replied.
"Why?" He asked.
"I didn't want to come." I half lied.
Nobody even considered Michael because he had chose to keep our relationship a secret because he's not popular and I am, and it would make both of us look bad. I didn't care if I looked bad, but he did for some reason.
"Oh." Michelle replied. She was obnoxious and made me wonder why I had 'friends' like that. My mom said that I was like her. Jessica and her had that relationship.
My phone buzzed. It was Jacob. He was calling me. He seemed like a stalker. I hated that quality. He needed to get over it and stop being so obsessive.
We were allowed to have phones out between, before, and after classes so I answered it.
"What?" I asked without so much as a 'hello'.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Fine, you?" I replied not really caring.
"I just found out like two minutes ago, my dad had a heart attack, your mom wants you to go out to Forks with her, Alice, and your dad." He told me.
Oh, good gumdrops. "My mom wants me to? So it's optional?" I asked rudely.
"Why are you being so rude?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter." I was thinking about Michael.
"Okay, your mom is picking you up in a while, she just asked me to tell you, because she said you'd been in a bad mood lately." He said in an emotionless voice.
"Okay." I replied. "When will I be getting back?"
"Worst case scenario, Tuesday." It was Friday. "Bye, kid." He said.
"Not a kid, bye, bitch." I said as usual and hung up.
"What's that about?" Michelle asked.
"I have to fly out to Washington, my mom's picking me up in a bit." I told her.
I got up.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"To wait for at least four days of Hell to start." I said and walked over to Michael to cancel our Sunday date.
"Speak of the devil." I heard someone mutter.
I bent down beside where Michael was sitting.
"I won't be able to make our date on Sunday." I told him.
"Dumping him?" Someone laughed in a hopeful voice.
"Were they ever even dating?" Someone else replied in a serious voice.
"When your dad grounded you last night I figured that much." Michael replied.
"Sex with the devil." A boy muttered.
"He's a push over, I would've snuck out, but I think they'll notice if I take back my credit card that he took away while I was asleep to buy a plane ticket back here." I replied.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"An Indian reservation near Forks, Washington to visit a family friend's dad that had a heart attack." I told him and to his replying face I said, "Yeah, fun time." I laughed.
"You two are dating?" Someone asked but we both ignored him.
"I have to go, my mom is probably here." I said and kissed him as long as I could without getting noticed by a teacher.
"Bye." He replied.
"I'll call you tonight if my dad doesn't decide to take my phone away." I told him. "Bye." I added.
I walked outside and my mom was already waiting. I didn't talk to her the ride to the airport, or on the plane.