Chapter 2. Nessie POV

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I was exiting my school with my two friends, Malia and Rochelle. My parents wanted me to go to a private school instead of Forks High. I looked too much like my dad and that would raise too many questions. They'd thought about just relocating us, but I wasn't quite ready to leave Forks yet. But Grandpa Carlisle had to switch hospitals many times in the Olympic region. I'd give it another year or two before we really had to move.

Rochelle was originally from France before coming here. We totally ruled the school. Not in the way that we were super popular or whatever, but we did attract eyes.

The hottest guys at our school were walking towards us. Honestly, I had the choice of avoiding them and having them follow us, or stopping and just letting they say what had to be said.

"Lia, slow down." I was being dragged by my arm towards the parking lot.

"Do you seriously want them to catch up?" Rochelle asked. Her words still had a thick French accent.

"Maybe they'll leave us alone in the future if we just talk to them now," I suggested. I guided my friends towards Alex and Damen.

"Hey Nessie," Damen greeted. I've got to say, he was really desperate. Everybody knew I didn't date, yet he still tried daily to get my attention. You would've thought his ego would be hurt by now.

"Hey Damen and Alex, where's your ride?" I asked.

"It's not here yet," Damen replied. "Can I talk to you Nessie?" Oh gosh. Here it comes. I don't think that he realized I would have to take him home to my bloodthirsty vampire family well before the first date. I doubted if he'd like that very much. Maybe I should invite him over anyway, it could get in his mind that I don't like him... And it would be funny. Uncle Em could give him a good scare.

We left my friends to talk to Alex, as he pulled me aside. "Do you wanna catch a movie on Saturday?"

Before I could respond, I heard the popular girls, some of Damen and Alex's talking about some guy on a motorcycle. With my excellent sense of hearing, I heard them call him hot, tall, and tan. One of the girls, Miranda called dibs on the guy. How childish! They rushed over to try to talk to him.

I turned to see what guy they were talking about. The only guy I saw on a motorcycle was Jake. Oh, gosh.

"Sorry, but my ride is here, and it's a no," I replied. I gave a quick wave to Malia and Rochelle and started to walk away.

Damen grabbed my arm and pulled me back into him. I didn't like the way he handled me right there. "Who's that? I thought you said you didn't date. That guy looks pretty full of himself and weird." He must've seen the way I was headed.

I used my superior strength to make him release me and I stood my ground. He tensed up a little and took half of a step back before his cocky face returned. I glared at him. "Jacob is my best friend, not my boyfriend." My voice became a low hiss. "If I ever catch you talking about my Jacob again, I will personally see to it to have your face rearranged." I totally meant my warning.

Too bad he was too stupid to take it seriously. "I'm pretty sure a girl isn't about to beat me up. You're well aware that I'm captain of the football team, basketball team, hockey team, baseball team, and much more. Nessie, stop playing hard to get, you know you want me."

My eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "Why you little son of a-" I punched him once in the face, holding true to my promise.

He winced and his hand instinctively went flying to protect his face. I laughed dryly to myself. A few others joined me. Alex ran to help his buddy, while I walked away. Malia and Rochelle hi-fived me on my way, before we parted. Some others did the same.

Jacob stared at me as I walked towards him. I doubted he'd hi-five me for it, although it was a good punch. It could put Muhammad Ali to shame. I'm just that good. But, Jake would probably reprimand me for showing off some of my vampire strength. Dad would surely do the same. But, that Damen guy had it coming. And, I wasn't in the least bit feeling guilty.

I pushed through the popular girls, Miranda, Becca, and Lindsay to get on the back side of Jake's seat. They turned their pretty little noses up at the sight of me. I stuck my tongue out at them in victory.

"Jakey, go on about the car you were fixing up," Lindsay cooed. Yuck, I hated her fake valley-girl accent. If you're going to act, at least do it right.

"Oh, so basically I had to replace a couple of the belts from under the hood of the car. Hey, Nessie." He turned around and placed his hand on my knee.

"You know him?" Becca was shocked. She wasn't very bright either. If I was sitting on the back of his motorcycle, of course I knew him.

I rolled my eyes. "Look I'm not in such a great mood right now, so for your own benefit, I suggest that you stay the hell away from me. I wouldn't want to cause you a black eye like your buddy Damen," I paused. "Oh wait, I would," I snarled.

They took the message and backed up slowly before walking away with whatever tiny strand of dignity they thought that they had left.

Jake turned to face me. I simply rolled my eyes again and wrapped my arms around his waist, waiting for him to just go already.

"My Jacob?" He teased. I'd forgotten that he could hear that. I didn't even know why I said it. I was being way too possessive and I even got jealous when talking to those sluts a minute ago. It's not like they had even the slightest bit of a chance. Jake doesn't date either. He claims that he's waiting for some girl to realize how much she loves him. It hurt me sometimes to watch him become so depressed over this girl.

"So not in the mood, Jacob," I paused. "Why are you even here anyways? Today is Uncle Jazz's turn to pick me up." At least Uncle Jazz could've calmed me down so I wouldn't have gotten so pissed off.

"It's sunny today. They made me do it." He replied. We finally started moving.

"Whoa, hold on. They made you? As in you were forced to come. You didn't want to." I realized.

He never answered, leaving me to assume that my assumption was right. The ride was silent and soon we were back at the house. I don't see why I can't just take my own motorcycle to school. Who cares if the law mandates people to be 17 before being able to ride a motorcycle? Rules were meant to be broken. Ask my family, their expensive cars go over a 100 mph on a daily basis.

Jacob kept acting so differently, and I was tired of it. I swear I didn't even know him right, now. He didn't have to come if he honestly didn't want to.

I sighed, "Do me a favor, Jake. I don't want to see you. Not right now. I'll let you know if anything changes." I put appropriate emphasis on the 'if'.

I didn't wait for a response. I stormed inside my house went into the kitchen. I grabbed some cookies that Grandma Esme left for me a plate on the kitchen counter. She usually leaves me a snack there. Nobody must've been home because it was pretty quiet in the house. They could've been in their rooms, though. In our house, we respect privacy to an extent. Your mind can be read at anytime, so can your future. I know I used to wear Uncle Jazz out with my emotions as a baby. One moment, I was crying, next moment I could be happy and wanting to play. Uncle Jazz would be the one to help me if I wasn't getting enough sleep. He'd just make me drowsy and I'd be out within seconds. I loved his gift.

I ate a couple of cookies, and then took the whole plate upstairs to my room. I closed the door and lay down on my bed to start studying.

I was reviewing something about the Civil War and Major Jasper Whitlock of the Confederate army. I laughed to myself when the textbook claimed that he mysteriously disappeared, presumably killed by forces in the Union. Little did they know, he was still alive in the Olympic region of the U.S.

A small whimper broke me from my studying trance and I glanced at my balcony. The sun had almost set. I hopped off of my bed and opened my balcony doors.

A gigantic russet wolf was resting there. I knew he usually liked to rest here while he wasn't out on patrol, but I thought I made clear that he wasn't welcome here. He literally took up most of the space on my balcony. It's always amazed me that he found a way to get up here, like he just had to be near me, or something. But, if he found a way to get up, surely he could get back down.

"Jacob, did I not make myself clear?" I questioned.

He bowed his head and let out another whine. His paws moved to cover his eyes. "No Jacob, leave! Gosh!"

He removed his paws and opened one eye to stare at me, unsure of what do next. I put my hands on my hips and he soon got the message. My wolf jumped off the balcony and landed with a soft thud. I slammed the balcony doors and returned to my bed.

But it wasn't so easy to get back to studying. I tried to focus on my work, but the mysterious package from yesterday was literally burning a hole in my jeans' pocket.

I walked over to the door and listened carefully to see if Dad was home, before I unwrapped the package. I was expecting something classy or something fancy, but instead it was just a pocket watch.

I held the dangling watch, examining it closer. It was made of gold. It looked more of a locket, but if you opened the cover, it showed a watch face. It had a couple of cracks in the glass which led me to wonder what it was worth. It would help if I'd known who sent it. I couldn't even guess. No words or clues on the watch helped at all. I sighed and closed the watch in my palm.

I felt the strange, sudden urge to apologize to Jacob. It was like I could never stay mad at him. Maybe I was being too harsh on him. I wasn't going to let a stupid fight like this ruin our friendship.

With ease, I fished my new cell phone out of my pocket. Last night, I'd transferred all my contacts and information onto my new phone. I used speed dial #1 to call Jake. But, it kept ringing. I tried a few more times, yet nothing was still working. He wasn't picking up and I'm sure it was on purpose. Although he may have still been in wolf form, he always phases back and answers when I call. Or he'd at least immediately call me back.

I threw my phone at the wall in anger. How could I have messed this up? Now, he didn't want to talk to me. If only this could all just blow over.

I unconsciously started toying around with the watch as I continued my mental rant.

How was I supposed to turn around and make all of this right, if he didn't even want to talk to me? I sighed and rubbed my thumb over the watch's face. I screwed up big time.

I closed my eyes in desperation and sank onto my bed. I blinked back a few tears, which is really odd because I've never been an emotional person. "I wish I could just go back in time and stop this all from ever happening!" I frantically said in a loud whisper.

I heard a lot of noise around me, so I opened my eyes. I looked all around me in an attempt to place where I was. I searched through my enhanced memories, wondering if I'd ever been here before. I came up blank. But, this made no sense. I was just in my bedroom a second ago. How'd I end up here? I tried to remain calm.

It looked like I was at a school. Nobody was in the halls, but a large sign in front of the door before me, read 'Cafeteria.' Maybe that's where all the noise was coming from. Maybe a helpful person in there could help me out, here. Hopefully, it'll be a familiar face.

I cautiously pushed the bars to open the doors and walked inside. You could easily tell it was a small school. Yet, the cafeteria was packed, with the exception of a few tables in the back. I didn't recognize anybody, so far. But, I kept perusing the tables.

A tap on my shoulder made me jump. A random over-friendly boy held his hand out for me to shake it. Nobody shakes hands anymore. That was kind of weird, but I put my hand in his, anyways. He smiled, "Do you want to sit with us? You must be the new girl."

I nodded confusingly. Was I supposed to be enrolled here? Last time I checked, I was going to a private school. This was definitely a public school. It reeked of disgusting cafeteria food and wasn't as clean and organized as a private school. I looked at the tables in the back, and finally noticed some familiar faces sitting at a table separated from everyone else. "No, thanks. I see some… friends over there."

He looked dejected, "Oh, well maybe next time. I'm Eric."

"Nessie," I told him.

"Is that short for Vanessa or something?" He asked.

I sighed. This happened with so many people. "Sure. But just call me Nessie." I really needed to go. I threw him a small wave over my shoulder as I walked away. I heard him tell his other buddy that he called Mike, say "Dude, I call dibs this time. She's way hotter than Swan."

I smirked. Too bad it'd never happen in his life. I snagged some water from the lunch line before I walked towards the table. I sat down on the bench next to Aunt Alice and they all looked up at me with confused faces.

"Hey… were you all not expecting someone to sit here?" I asked. It didn't look like they were welcoming me to join them.

Aunt Alice looked to Dad for confirmation on what she was about to say. "Usually people don't sit here."

"Okay then…" I replied. I didn't know why they were acting so weird. I stared at their food props and decided to tease them. "You guys aren't eating anything?"

Dad shrugged. "Not hungry."

Aunt Alice frowned and whispered, "I can't see her future. Why can't I see her future?"

I laughed. "It's not like you have before. You can't see the wolf pack, either, ya know," I reminded her. She was surprised that I could hear her perfectly.

"Wolf pack?" Uncle Jazz asked.

"Wow. Okay I'll play along." I smiled.

Dad whispered, "Her mind is pretty clear to me. And I assume the same goes for you, Jasper?"

Uncle Jazz gave a slight nod that I would've missed if I were human. Yet, I ignored their dialogue. "So Uncle Em, how'd you like the cake?" I stifled a laugh and waited for his reaction.

"How do you know my name? And why did you call me 'uncle'?" He looked perplexed.

Uncle Jazz sensed the confusion here and lightened the mood. Dad stared at me trying to read my thoughts, I suppose. "You aren't even in the least bit intimidated?" Dad asked.

"Oohhhh! Scary vampires. Not in the least bit nervous." I laughed and took a swig of my water. Jasper nodded for confirmation that I was pretty relaxed, right here.

Auntie Rose glared at me, "How do you know what we are and who the hell are you?"

I looked up at my family who looked genuinely disturbed and nervous. In anxiousness, I avoided their cruel stares and my eyes roamed around the room. I looked at the banner above our table to see the words, 'Forks High, Let's celebrate our senior class of 2005!'

But it was 2024… what the hell have I done?

A/N: So Nessie went back in time. How will she get back? Get ready guys, it's gonna be a bumpy ride with many twists and turns! And the story is going to switch from the past to the present a few times, so I will put which one at the beginning of each chapter. Review please!