Hello All!!! I wrote this a while ago, and then finally decided to put it up on fanfiction! It is my "what if" idea. I have alot in store for this. Tell me what you think!
The Preface, is sort of, something you should think about. In every chapter after this one, there will be little hints os something. . .I won't tell you what though.
Anyways, I hop you enjoy it!
Denying the Imprinted
POV Renesmee:
Preface
My heart raced, my breathing was gasps. My hands clutched soft cotton, my nose breathed in musty wood. My body felt raw, all my nerves reacting like wild fires at every touch.
What was happening? What was becoming of my resolve? Was this my impending demise?
I didn't know what it meant. I didn't understand what I was feeling.
My body burned, and my heart raced on.
All I could feel was heat, on ever surface of my body. It was like the sun was rising. The warmth the exuded from my body made no sense. The smile on my lips made no sense.
None of THIS made sense! What was happening to me? What was I doing?
Through all the heat, the palpitations, the confusion, I knew that this wasn't wrong though. I knew that it was meant to be. I knew this was my fate and nothing else. No, I knew this wasn't wrong. Nothing had gone awry.
All I knew was that. . .
THIS felt right.
Chapter 1: Admiration
Yeah, go for it! Keep staring at him! Maybe he will fall in love with you and get over me!
I thought fiercly to the girl who was eyeing Jacob with a sexual fervor that drove me mad. Why couldn't he look at the girl and not at me? She was pretty. She seemed nice enough. Her name was Georgia. Why couldn't Jacob want her?
I hated hurting Jacob by constantly rejecting him but what else was I supposed to do? I couldn't return the love he felt for me. Just like my mother. I had found out three years ago that Jacob had once been madly in love with my mother. Before I was born, thankfully. But she was in love with my father Edward, and she couldn't love Jacob enough to be with him.
Sadly. . . I was just like my mother. In the same situation. . . What was the most discomforting in this whole mess was that I was in the same situation with the SAME person.
I had loved Jacob like he was mine since I could remember. But not in a romantic way what so ever.
I glanced up and saw the girl across the cafeteria staring longingly into Jacob's back. Ugh. Why didn't he just turn around and see her? He had to feel his intuition kicking in. He had to feel her ugly brown eyes burning wholes into his huge back.
"Jacob, I think you have an admirer. . ." I murmured to him, not quite meeting his brown eyes.
"Oh, that's. . .nice." he shrugged not interested at all. He didn't turn around. Most males—what with egos the size of Russia – would be intrigued and slightly flattered by a pretty girl that expressed interest. But Jacob was too infatuated with me that he had no interest in any other woman. I sighed heavily.
Jacob tried not to show how he felt around me—he knew that it bothered me—but he slipped often. I knew it hurt him to be rejected constently, and I hated doing it. But I couldn't change the way I felt. I wished that they would change, so I wouldn't hurt him anymore but they wouldn't—couldn't.
Bella and Edward we even more upset about it. They hated seeing me be so adamant and mercinary. Again I wished my feelings would change. Nothing hurt more then upsetting my parents, whom I loved so dearly.
Emmett chuckled and looked behind him. " Nice." Emmett nodded in approval. "Jak—"
"What the hell Emmett?" Rosalie snapped, smacking his shoulder.
"Sorry, baby." Emmet frowned.
"How can you think that is NICE?" Rosalie asked in a scathing tone.
"I don't really. She is pretty. . .for a human I mean. But I'm not into humans or anything. They're gross." Emmet stumbled frantically for the right words.
"Hey!" Edward punched him in the arm, and looked pointedly at my mother. "Watch it."
"Cool it Edward, you know what I mean. And Rose, babe, you know you are the sexiest cat in here." He looked to Rosalie and smirked. After a second of glaring at him, she gave in and giggled.
Ugh. That was a VERY unnecessary comment. . .
"Anyways. . ." Emmett rolled his eyes and looked to Jacob. "Jake I think you should go for her. Your human, sort of, and she's human." He shrugged.
"No thanks." Jacob smiled and took a humungous bite out of his steak sandwich.
Emmett and I sighed. Emmett felt terrible for Jacob so he was always trying to persuade Jake to consider other girls. No matter how many times he tried, Jacob wouldn't budge an inch.
The rest of my family didn't like to interfere. Bella talked to Jacob sometimes when he was feeling low, about me. And that was the most she felt comfortable doing. Edward was my father, so he wasn't trying to really persuade me to like Jacob—since he didn't want any man to have his hands around his baby- but he wasn't going to tell Jacob to TRY to move on. And we all knew that that wouldn't happen any time soon.
Alice was one of Jacob's closer friends in the family, but she never spoke about me to him or him to me. Jasper sided with her as always. Rosalie, and Jacob didn't really get along that well. Even after 12 years of living together, so she didn't mind seeing him blue. Esme and Carlisle cared for Jacob dearly, like a son, but they loved him to much to hurt his feelings. So I was forced to live with this "eye harassment" for a long time then.
The rest of lunch passed quickly and quietly. I left with everyone, and then headed o my locker. This was one of the few classes I didn't have with Jacob. I would be lonely but relieved. Jacob was a my best friend, well my only friend to be frank, so this class was bound to be as lonely as ever.
I strolled into my 3rd period class and sat silently, getting ready to endure the next painfully boring hour.. School was a breeze for all of us, and I never really had to pay strict attention. It was my 4th time through high school so I knew all the material that was taught.
"Hi, Renesmee," I heard Conor, a friendly teen, that was tall and gangly, and blonde. Ugh, I didn't like blonde human boys. They reminded me of border collies, for some strange reason. They weren't at all my type.
"Hello, Conor." I smiled.
"Umm, I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party this weekend?" Conor asked hopefully. "It's at my place. . ." he shrugged and raised his blonde eyebrows.
"Er, thank you for asking me Conor but unfortunately I am visiting my Grandpa this weekend. "I lied quickly. Unlike my mother, I had a rare talent for lieing. Though I didn't often, I still could convince anyone of anything if wanted to. Edward said that it was because I was charming and could wrap people around my finger because of it.
"Oh, its gonna go pretty late. You can always come later?" Conor suggested.
"He lives in Washington actually, so we have to fly. I don't get to see him often anymore so I can't pass up the opportunity," I murmured. Ever since we had moved to this god-for-saken town we usually only left to see Charlie when it was sunny. "I'm sorry, but there will be other parties right?" I asked brightly, trying to wipe the frown off his face. I grinned at him in encouragement. With out seeming to resist he grinned back.
"Sure!" he said excitedly and then went to his seat.
Class started a few moments later and I dozed off within minutes. I wish I could go to sleep, but I didn't want to get in trouble. I might as well sleep through all my classes, since the teacher never bothered to call on me. I always got the answer right.
The bell rang suddenly and rushed off as quickly as I could without bringing attention to myself. I may not be as fast as normal vampires, but I was fast enough. I despised the leisurely pace of humans just as much as any other vampire.
I arrived at my next class after stopping to get my English books. This was a class I did have with Jacob. I was tense the second I thought of him, yet I was more at ease. He was a safe harbor, sunny, warm, but his feelings made me grind my teeth together in frustration.
Jacob scurried in just then and came to sit next to me.
"Hey, Jake." I smiled.
"Hey, Ness." He grinned and then sighed. "Listen I know you hate it when I get all lovey with you, but when we get home I need to talk to you. Privately."
Lovey?
As in we are going to talk about your love for me? I thought to myself.
And privately? What did that mean?
"Sure" I muttered hesitantly. The hour flew by like the blink of an eye. Mostly because I had company.
And then we were home. I went straight for the stairs when I got inside. I was in a panic. I had no idea what to do.
". . .When we get home I need to talk to you. Privately.". I remembered Jake's words from class and grimaced.
Talk to me? Privately?
Again. . .what did that mean?
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