Author's note: Yay! Thank you all for the positive feedback. I really appreciate it, so here is chapter 2!

Stefan grabbed my hand and led me to two empty desks in the back of the classroom.

"Good afternoon class!" My teacher said. "Today we will be doing scenes from Romeo and Juliet. I will give you a part from the script and you can pick a partner to do it with." I looked over at Stefan to find he was looking at me already.

"Why are you staring at me." I whispered.

"Because I want you to be my partner." He said.

"Well you don't have to stare at me. I want to be your partner too."

Mrs. Blake walked to us and handed us a piece of paper with our scene on it. It was a part of act one scene five.

We rehearsed this scene about four times before Mrs. Blake started calling up people to do the scene. I watched the first couple go up to the front of the class and perform it. When they got to the part where he kisses her, I held my breath, wondering if I would have to kiss Stefan. Not that I would mind, at all. I saw them lean in and kiss each other, then once more. I could tell my eyes were huge. I watched five other couples go and do the same thing. After the last couple had gone, I knew what was coming next.

"Stefan and Allison. Please come and present the script." Mrs. Blake said. I grabbed my script and followed Stefan to the front of the stage.

Stefan started, "If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

I continued with, "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do not touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss."

"Have not saint lips, and holy palmers to?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

"Saint do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

Stefan grabbed my hands, my script lay on the floor.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my son is purged."

Stefan slowly leaned in, as I closed my eyes and leaned in to.

"RING!"

The bell sounded just as Stefan was about to kiss me. I really hate that bell. Stefan leaned away and I composed myself from the almost kiss. I picked up the script from the floor and returned it to Ms. Blake.

"So Stefan, I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yea." He said. We just stood there for a while before my brother walked into the room.

"Hey Ali, time to go." Ethan yelled.

"Be right out!" I yelled back.

"Oh, is that your..." Stefan mumbled.

"Brother. He's just my brother." I assured him. I glanced at Stefan once more time, and looked at the floor.

"You're doing it again." He whispered. He lifted my chin and our eyes met for a split second before he was gone. I looked back at Ethan in the doorway, a smirk plastered on his face.

Oooo Ali's got a boyfriend!

"Shut up!" I hissed as I punched his arm. "At least I didn't trip and fall when a girl stared at me." His smirk instantly disappeared as I teased him. We continued walking towards the cars where the rest of our family was waiting.

Grandma! Shield me!

Bella nodded her head. I didn't want Edward or my dad to know what happened with Stefan.

"Hey kiddo! How was your first day in school?" My dad asked.

"Good how was yours?"

"Oh only about seven guys tried to hit on your mom." He added.

"Yea, well eight guys tried to hit on Bella." My grandfather shouted.

"It isn't a competition Cullen!" My dad screamed back.

"Dad, Jacob, calm down." My mom stated. They backed off but I could tell they were still pissed.

"Well, my day was great." Ethan cut in.

"Yea except when you fell on your face!" Uncle Emmett said. I burst into a fit of laughter along with the others.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it won't happen again." Aunt Alice comforted. Ethan got into the car and soon we followed in suit.

Once again, we made it there in fifteen minutes because nobody in my family realizes there as such things as speed limits. I hopped out of the car, backpack swinging on shoulder. I dropped it off in my room and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. I wound up eating left over Mac and cheese and another cup of blood. I was thinking about Stefan and how he almost kissed me. I saw my grandpa in the corner staring at me.

"What?" I asked, my mouth full of food.

"Who's the boy?" He shot at me. I was taken aback by his sudden knowledge of Stefan.

"I know you already know, and stop looking my mind." I growled.

"Fine, what's up with 'Stefan'?" He said taking a seat next to me at the table.

"A boy." He stared at me.

Oh my gosh get out of my head!

"A nice boy."

"Yea, he's nice."

"Don't tell my dad please he'll just freak out." I pleaded. He considered it for a minute, but was interrupted by my dad.

"Tell me what?" He questioned. "Renesmee! Bella! Everyone else!" He screamed across the house. In half a second they were all staring at me intently.

"Go on." Rosalie urged.

"Nothing! It was nothing!" I told them, but did they listen, no. "I'll turn into a wolf in the middle of the kitchen, if you guys don't stop asking."

"I can read your mind if you turn into a wolf." My dad pointed out. "So can the entire pack." I looked from person to person, wondering how I could get out of this situation.

"Fine! There was an almost kiss. Happy now, dad?" I said. My dad's face was one of shock to say the least. My aunts looked thrilled, along with Bella who seemed fine with it. Carlisle and Esme smiled at each other, like they knew this would happen. My uncles were smirking, I'm sure with inappropriate thoughts running through their heads. My mom seemed like she was deciding to yell at me or congratulate me. My dad was still shocked, but coming back to earth.

"Who was it?" My mom asked.

"Who cares? I'm going to rip him to shreds!" My dad yelled.

"No one will be doing that." Rosalie said.

"I don't want him near you!" My dad screamed at me.

"No more questions! Dad I'm not a little girl anymore, you can't tell me what to do!" I said and ran into the woods, leaving my bracelet behind.

I ran into the woods that surrounded our house and phased. That's right, I am a vampire and a werewolf. I leaped over branches and ducked under trees, trying to go to my favorite spot to clear my mind. I was going to go to my old tree house my grandfather built for me. I reached my destination as I phased out of my wolf form. I quickly realized I had no clothes and that it was still November. I jumped into the tree house, loaded with clothes for various situations like these. I changed into an oversized sweater and leggings, with my uggs. I sat down at the little desk that I used to do my homework at. I just sat there, not moving, for who knows how long. Soon, I heard a rustling noise outside. I quickly went to the window to see who it was, I sat back down when I saw who it was. Ethan jumped into the tree house and sat down next to me. He pointed to his head and I knew what to do.

Look, dad didn't mean it. He probably was just sad you were growing up.

He sure has a weird way of saying it, or should I say yelling it.

He'll get over it.

I hope so, because I really like him.

Tell me about him.

"What?" I said aloud.

"Tell me about him. I want to know what makes my little sister so drawn to him." He teased.

"Hey, I'm only ten minutes younger than you!" I laughed. He tapped his head again.

Seriously tell me about him.

Ok. He's tall, about six foot two.

Gosh , he's like an entire foot taller than you!

Don't interrupt!

Sorry.

Anyway, he has light brown hair mixed with sandy blonde. He has blue eyes and a gorgeous smile.

How'd you meet?

He walked me to my theater class and was my partner in the scene we were doing.

The scene you almost kissed him in?

Yes.

Well, I don't know if this will make you feel better, but I brought cookies.

"Cookies!" I squealed.

"Yup. Chocolate chip." He added.

"Thanks."

"No problem"

"You're the best slightly bigger bro ever."

"Right back at you." We sat in the treehouse for fifteen minutes finishing the cookies and talking.