Chapter 2: Intrigued.

"Sweet Jesus!" I nearly flopped out of bed, when a pair of stone cold arms caught me, helping me to sit up. "For the love of God, Alice! What the hell are you doing in here?"

"First day of school!" She cheered.

"Is it, really?" I said, with heavy sarcasm. I growled and turned over.

"No, no, no, no." She scolded, flipping on the light, as I pulled the covers over my head. She tore them off, then grabbing my arms, yanking my upright so fast that there was no way that I could sleep now. Love you too, dear, sweet Alice.

"Now, I'm going to get Jake up in a little bit, and thought about it, and I really want to make you two coordinate, so I started thinking, because I don't want you to clash, I thought that you could wear that bl-"

"Alice!" I slurred, sleep taking the serious out of my voice.

"You're probably right. Blue's not really his color. What about tha-"

"For crying out loud! Let me speak!" I snapped, taking a step forward.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She mumbled, just loud enough so that I could hear.

"Again, thanks for pulling me out of it." I mumbled sarcastically, glaring.

"Whatever. Your point?" She urged.

I gave her a look. "Alice. We've been over this. I can pick out my own clothes. I'm a big girl. Jake can do the same."

"You'd seriously let that moron pick out your clothes?" Was it possible for vampires to be high? (I think so.)

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "You know what I mean. Now please get out, so I can get ready."

"You're grouchy, you know that?"

"Alice…." I hissed.

"Okay, okay, fine. But only as long as you and Jacob match. Or I'm coming to the rescue." She called as she backed out of the room.

I shook my head and went down the narrow hallway to the white door of Jacob's new room. I knocked. No answer. I sighed, knowing that I had to physically wake him up. I turned the smooth, brass doorknob and opened the pale door, tip-toeing into the dark room. I shuffled to the twin sized bed against the wall and sat on the edge of the red comforter. "Jake?" I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Jacob, time to wake up." He groaned in protest, and turned over, grabbing my wrist, pulling me down with him. I shielded his mind, as I tried to see what he was thinking, until I realized just the case; he wasn't. I giggled and projected an image of us at the lake last week. He moaned and pulled me closer.

Okay, so I guess that I'm going to have to go another way with this.

I thought about if Edward were to walk into the room at this very moment. Wolfboy shot up like a bullet, whipping his head to the Edward-less door.

I let out a small giggle. "Gotcha."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, you're so funny." He joked sarcastically, rubbing his eyes with his bronze fist.

I kissed his cheek. "Anyway, get up. Get dressed. I'm going to shower in the bathroom up here, so the other is open to you." I sprung up, starting towards the door. "Oh, and, by the way, we have to coordinate today, according to Alice, just a heads up."

"We both know that I'm not capable of that." He murmured, groggily.

I chuckled. "I know, honey, but I am. Just get dressed, and I'll go off of what you've got."

"You got it, boss."

I left the room, and made my way to the bathroom. My shower took twenty minutes. I could've gone way longer, but decided that I needed to get other things done too. I wrapped a cream colored towel around my pale body, and stepped into the hallway. I met a werewolf in the hallway, who wore a black, V-neck sweater, that hugged his muscular chest and biceps, with denim blue jeans, and black converse. Not his typical style, but it looked great on him. He grinned as his eyes roamed over me quickly, before meeting my eyes. He seemed about to say something, until we heard a low growl erupting from downstairs. I resisted a laughing fit, as I watched Jacob slowly turn away, flushing, with a look of non-regretful, shame.

I rolled my eyes and went to my mint colored room. Esme offered to repaint the walls, but I said that this was fine. It was a nice color for this room, easily complimented by my white, brown, and turquoise colored comforter, and white sheets. I wasn't so sure about the floor with the walls, before we put the comforter on the bed, but it all tied together, in the end.

I walked over to my white dresser, with silver handles. I searched through my [millions of] shirts, finding a plum, short-sleeved T-shirt, with silver, graphic designs all over the front, layering it with a light pink camisole under it. I pulled on some pale, washed out blue jeans, deciding to wear my pair of black, faux leather, high-heel boots with two silver buckles on it. I remembered Alice's one command and headed to my small closet. I grabbed a slim, black, leather jacket, that had elastic on the inside, creating a scrunching texture on the three quarter sleeves.

I blow dried my curly hair, straightening the reddish-brown locks, then headed downstairs.

"Good morning, Nessie." Esme greeted, handing me a plate of scrambled eggs, with wheat toast.

"G'morning. Thank you." I murmured to her, taking a seat next to Jacob at the mahogany table. He was almost finished eating, and I could tell that he wasn't exactly full either. I scrapped a little bit of my eggs onto his plate, not really all that hungry anyway. I ate my portion and stood up. "Acceptable, Alice?"

She poked her head out from the bathroom door. "Yes, wait-Jake, you stand too."

He rolled his eyes and stood up, wiping his hands with his napkin. "Obsessive much, shortie?"

She smiled brightly. "Hell, yeah, I am."

Edward chimed in. "Alice, we don't have all day. I don't see why you didn't get ready a while ago."

"I like to keep it fresh. Literally, it looks better this way."

We all rolled our eyes and got up to get our stuff for school. I slung my sky blue, Jansport, backpack over my shoulder before following my family out the door.

We had our alibi all arranged. I was Edward's 'twin,' because we looked so alike, with Emmett as our year older brother, Rosalie and Charlotte were 'twins' as well, along with Alice and my mom as sisters. Jacob and Jasper were the odd ones out, acting as the only ones who didn't have a sibling with them.

Even though the Volvo had the largest supply of seats for our large family, it wasn't enough, so I rode on the motorcycle with Jake, while Edward and Alice sat in front, Bella and Emmett in the middle, and Jasper, Charlotte, and Rosalie squished into the third row of seats and took off, South on Highway 59, to the high school.


We cut through town, going left on Highway 10, and turning off, passing by a grocery store, and a Papa Murphy's before following the silver Volvo through the fringe of trees which supplied various neighborhoods, before the trees disappeared and we came to a paved parking lot. We pulled in and parked in the back, all of our feet hitting the concrete at the same time. Jake linked his fingers with mine as all of us started in a human pace towards the school. I stole a glance at Charlotte, who was looking at the cracks in the ground as we walked. Her brown eyes looked up, and caught me staring. It was unusual seeing her with a different eye color than red or black, but she didn't want to frighten anyone with red eyes, so Alice stocked her up on contacts. We chose brown so that it would be harder for humans to tell the difference when they were black, and she wasn't wearing them.

I gave her a weak smile of assurance, while she painted one back. I looked down, only able to imagine her pain. I shook the thought from my head and looked up to see the glass doors of the front of the school. Friends were hugging and greeting each other, and going on about how much they missed each other over the summer. Jacob held the door open for me, squeezing my hand. I did the same. We all followed a very confident looking Alice to the office, to get our schedules. After, we all broke off and Jacob and I wondered the crowded hallways.

"It's a lot bigger than Forks high, huh?" Jacob mumbled to me as we walked. I looked up to his deep brown eyes.

"Way. The biggest high school in Becker County, according to Wikipedia." I chuckled.

He snorted. "Great. Now we just gotta beat the rest of Minnesota."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. I looked to my right, down about four steps was a pit area, and a hallway led off to the right even farther. There were a few restrooms on opposite sides of two walls, with a drinking fountain just outside the men's room. We stepped down, and started walking the opposite direction of the other hallway, passing by trophy cases, and picture frames lining the dark walls with candids with inspirational speeches on them.

As we walked, trying to get to know the area better, I noticed that many students were staring at us. Jacob easily ignored them, I wasn't even sure that he noticed them. I sure did, but tried to make it seem otherwise. We came to another doorway that led outside, so we turned around and went the way we came, to find that there was another exit, almost a lounge area, that led to the office again, discovering that we'd made a loop. We, silently, passed by the lounge, with maroon walls, like the pit/hallway place that we'd just been in, earning stares from students sitting in chairs, and some propped up on coffee tables.

I felt eyes boring into my back, and did all that I could not to turn around. When we turned again, I caught the murderous glare of a tall girl, fairly muscular too, with dirty blonde hair, and skin almost as pale as mine. She sat next to some blonde guy, which is all that I caught before the wall clocked my view.

We were in the cafeteria which had multiple round tables isolated throughout the area. We walked around, yet, more trophy cases, which had a brown bench lining from one end of the wall to the other, knowing that it must have been at least as long as the gym, knowing that that's what was on the other side of the gray bricks. We sat on the cold bench and I leaned my head against Jacob's shoulder.

"You okay?" Jake asked, concerned.

I shrugged. "Yeah. Why?"

"You seem distracted. Deep in thought."

"I don't know. I guess I…..I guess that I've learned to appreciate things more. Enjoy them while I have them, before they're gone….." I trailed off, before adding, "Plus, some girl just shot me a death glare." I laughed. "Big time."

He laughed without humor. "She'll never touch you."

I rolled my eyes at the overprotective goof next to me. I sat up straighter. I saw a girl on the very end of the bench, roughly twenty feet from us. She was reading something, I couldn't see what though, for the title was aimed away from me. She wore her hair in two long braids, as her face hovered over her book. She reminded me of Drake. I felt a stab of pain at the loss of my friend, but also a strange stab of hope. Why, I didn't know.

Jacob caught me staring. "Ness, what're you looking at?"

I didn't answer, feeling a guilty urge to go over to her.

"Ness?" He followed my gaze. "Renesmee."

My birth name always made me falter. I turned my face back to him. "Humans….what happened with Drake…..we don't need something like that to happen again…."

"Jake, I didn't do anything." I protested.

He shook his head. "But you were going to."

I looked down. "She just reminds me so much of him…..don't act like she doesn't."

He looked to the girl again. "Independent. Quiet…no, Renesmee."

I nodded. He was right. I didn't want it to happen again. Murdered in front of me. I couldn't wish that upon anyone. But I was completely intrigued, and felt obligated to talk to her, accompany her, merely be near her, something. If she really is like Drake was, then she'd want someone to talk to, someone to pour their heart out to. Someone to listen to them.

I argued with myself. I didn't even know her. How could I know what she wanted. What made me think that she wasn't waiting for someone, perhaps? Maybe she was trying to distract herself from the real world, like Drake would do sometimes. Maybe she had a haunting past, and was trying to distract herself from that, whatever that was. I just felt a strange guilt for not talking to her. Was she lonely, like I often had been, and still am sometimes, just wanting someone to talk to who didn't obsess over my safety?

I shook my head and stood up, holding my pale hand to Jacob. He took it eagerly. "We should head to period one."

He sighed and nodded. I knew that he wished that I'd been thinking about something else, but I couldn't help but be reminded by my first friend. My first human friend. Gone. I watched my feet as we walked.

A/N: There's your chapter two! Hope you enjoyed it, and I really hope that it was better than the first. She obviously misses her dead friend (that sounded rather harsh, now didn't it?), and is intrigued by this quiet, blonde girl. Try to say what you think about her in reviews! Thanks! And speaking or reviews, BIG thanks to Cassia4u, Missionarycook, AmyClaireCullen, and jacclaness for reviewing chapter one! It means the world to me!

Please check out Cassia4u's Harry Potter fanfic, Love Changes You: The Eagle And The Snake, and, if you're in a laughing mood, my Twilight humor story, Poor me! (And I also have a 'Team Edward VS Team Jacob' poll on my profile, so please visit and say who's better!) (Where's all of the Team Edward fans of the world? Robert Pattinson, and Edward Cullen have no votes whatsoever. It's all gone to Team Jacob Black, and Taylor Lautner. (And a few to Switzerland.))