AN: So happy with the reviews, I posted a little early ;) Forbidden Friday I know was yesterday, but I'm in a musical (yes, i DO have a life xD) and what not. Don't worry, won't happen again :) Info about Forbidden Friday is below... I know you want to read this chappie ;) Enjoy!

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2. UNEXPECTED

I woke up at seven thirty, Charlie was just leaving for the station and sent me a rushed goodbye and good luck. I knew it was wasted but I thanked him anyways. I made myself some hot chocolate with a lightly toasted bagel with butter. Then I walked outside to my truck, grabbing my keys and school bag on the way.

I felt a little grateful that Charlie wouldn't be telling me to go speed limit every two minutes. I had a few minutes to spare so out of curiosity, I turned the radio on, it worked, a plus I half expected. There was some static, which annoyed me, but it was better than nothing. I put the volume on low, and then I figured I may as well be on my way.

Like before, it only took a few minutes to get to the school. It was passed the bed and breakfast at the Miller Tree Inn and only a few minutes away from the police station. Forks High School was just on Spartan Road, just across from Lapels Flower shop.

I parked in the school parking lot, glad that I arrived early so I could get a good spot, then I walked to the administration office.

When I walked inside, the receptionist was busy on her computer, she had grey hair which was tied in a bun, a purple blouse and orange glasses. I took a deep breath before walking up to the desk.

I was kind of nervous, this was the first time I'd be going to a school without my siblings. Not that I always counted on my siblings, it's just that before I went to high school, Alice always told me what it was like. I didn't know anyone who went to this school, Jacob went on the reservation school so even he didn't know anything about it either.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist said, looking at me through the top of her glasses, still sitting.

"Um, I'm Renesmee Cullen." I said. I didn't bother saying I was a new student. In Forks, everyone knew everyone. If she knew me, she would've addressed me by name.

Her eye brows raised when I gave her my name. She smiled then and looked through some files. She pulled out a schedule and a piece of paper to have every teacher sign. She pulled out a map and showed me the quickest route to each of my classes, I smiled and thanked her and she said that she hoped that I would like it here. I smiled, thanked her and went outside.

The administration office was almost next door to the front entrance of the school. Everyone was just getting parked and some were already heading inside. I didn't quite know what time this school's bell rang but I didn't take any chances of being late.

As I walked up the stairs, I saw people staring at me and whispering into others' ears. I ignored them the best I could, and walked down the halls, trying to find my locker first before I looked around for my first class. I rushed, even though it looked like I had plenty of time, the classes I passed barely had any students.

Locker 246 was just across from my science class, my second period class, my luck. I turned the dial to put in the combination, the latch opened and I put what I didn't need for now inside. I didn't have anything except my first and second period binder to take out, all my other books would be waiting at each class like the receptionist said.

As soon as I closed my locker, I jumped from the guy standing there, looking at me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said, laughing a little. I would've playfully hit him if I was back home, but I just laughed with him.

The boy had blonde hair and blue eyes, he had a baby face but all in all, he was very cute and tall, maybe about 6 foot.

"Renesmee Cullen, right?" he asked. I locked my locker and smiled at him politely.

"Yeah," Some people around us looked at us both. Some rolled their eyes and others tried to eves drop.

"I'm Kyle." He introduced himself. "You need help finding your first class?" I bit my lip and had to look at my schedule to remember.

"Um... English with Renner." I said.

"That's my first class!" He smiled, as if he was extremely happy. "Walk with me?"

"Sure." The class was just around the corner.

I found out he was captain of the football team, he just had a break up with his girlfriend and was just trying to get over it. I don't think he meant to tell me that last part but I told him it'd be alright. He smiled and took the seat beside me after I checked in with the teacher. Thankfully, Mr Renner didn't make me introduce myself to the class. He just told me to take any seat I wanted and smiled a lot. Something told me we'd get along very well.

We were studying The Merchant of Venice, I already studied that in the ninth grade, which was comforting... and boring. I wondered if I had any of my old assignments or if I could ask Alice to send in my parody script I wrote: The Merchant of Vegas, or if my dad would think of it as cheating. I could always ask Marie to send me a copy through Facebook, if she still had it.

Kyle always found some way to talk to me during English, not that I minded, I was bored enough with English, even if it was one of my favourite subjects. Kyle offered to take me to my next class but it turned out he was going in another direction. Another girl offered to show me the way. She had wavy red hair that went up to her shoulders, she had a half pony tail and a white smile.

"I'm Ellie." She introduced herself to me. "So, I heard you're the new target for Kyle Martens." I raised one eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She rolled her eyes.

"Listen, Kyle is totally hot! Of course he's going after you." I shrugged.

"I'll admit he's cute, but I'm not interested." I simply said. Her jaw dropped, I could hear the people who were eves dropping gasping too.

"Well, that's a first." She said under her breath.

The rest of school went like that, at lunch Kyle invited me to sit with him and his friends, which was weird. At my old school, me and Marie would eat lunch alone or with another friend or two, and tried to avoid people we hated.

When I asked if Ellie could come too, his smile disappeared but agreed I could have her sit with us as well.

Kyle went on and on about how well the season was going and how I should go to the next game in a few weeks. I wasn't really into football but I agreed anyways, I knew I would probably make plans later on when the game came and I would have to act innocent. Either that or watch Kyle and his team throw a ball back and forth and I wasn't up for it.

I got a lot of people talking to me, some were braver then the others to introduce themselves and show me to my next class, so I really didn't need the map.

School went by fast, and I was glad. Kyle gave me his number so we could text—or so he could text me—and so did Ellie and a shy girl named Bree.

After dropping off the sheet of paper my teachers had to sign, I got into my truck and went back home. I was half surprised that Charlie's cruiser wasn't on the drive way. Charlie gave me a house key so I didn't need to use the back door. When I got in, I kicked my boots off—It was January, so it was still too cold to wear running shoes instead—and hung up my coat. My phone started ringing and I saw it was Charlie calling.

"Hey Grandpa," I said.

"Hey Rennie, how was school?" I found it weird Charlie was calling me, he could ask about my day when he gets home, right?

"It was fine, everyone was nice." I said, simply.

"I called because I'm working late at the station. I won't be home until six." I shrugged.

"Sure, no problem." I said, that gave me five hours to do my homework. "I'll make dinner if you want."

"That sounds nice," I was about to hang up after saying bye, when he said. "Oh, Rennie?" I held the phone to my ear again.

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind picking up my coat? I think I left it at Billy's house yesterday." I nodded.

"Yeah, sure. You want me to drop it off at the station?"

"No, no. Just bring it home." He said. "You remember the way there?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I do. I'll call them if I get lost. Bye Grandpa." I said.

"Bye, Rennie." I heard a click and I hung up myself.

Doing homework didn't take very long. In an hour and a half, I was already done everything that was due tomorrow. Then I figured that I may as well head down to La Push. I looked in the fridge first to see what I could make so I would know if I would have to make dinner before or after I go. I decided to make Charlie some chicken noodle soup, seeing that was the only thing he pretty much had.

I called Billy to see if he really left the jacket there, surely enough, he did. I said I would be going to pick it up and he said not to rush, but I thought I could hear him smile on the other end of the line.

I was just about five minutes away from Billy's when my car started to wheeze. Suddenly, it stopped. I hit my head on the headrest.

"Perfect." I said. "The one day I use it, and it breaks down. That's just peachy."

I pulled out my phone to call Charlie but saw it was on low battery. I sighed, seeing there was no other choice then to walk in the wet, cold rain, so, I locked the car and started walking.

It took me ten minutes to walk all the way to the faded red house. I was soaking from the rain, and I was not happy. When I finally made it to the porch and knocked on the door. I expected Billy to answer, but instead, Jacob did. He smiled at me.

"Hello, stranger." He said. I smiled back. "What are you doing here?"

"I called Billy, Charlie forgot his coat and my car broke down—," Jacob didn't let me finish.

"Renesmee, come inside, you're soaking." I nodded and he took my hand, when they touched, I flinched away. Not because it was warm, but because it felt like an electric current went through it. I think he felt it too because he stared at me. "Sorry..." he said in a low voice, but I could still hear it. He stepped back so I could get inside.

"It's fine." I said, using the same volume as him, clenching and unclenching the hand he just touched. He left for a second to the closet and got me a towel. I was soaking under my jacket as well. I fortunately had a hood, but some parts of my hair managed to get wet. I mumbled a thanks and he offered me a seat on the couch. He sat beside me.

"So, let me guess. Charlie told you to get me to fix your car and made you walk all this way?" I raised one eye brow.

"You fix cars?" He never told me this, even at our first meeting. I remembered Charlie saying he did some work on the engine, but nothing so professional. I thought he meant just handy work even my dad would do.

"I'm guessing he didn't tell you." He frowned.

"Neither did you," I pointed out. He chuckled. "Can you?" I almost sounded like I was pleading. "Do you think you could fix it?" he shrugged.

"Yeah, no problem. Actually, I'm surprised that it stopped working. I did a lot of work on the engine." I was grateful he would be able to fix my car, I pretended not to hear that last part, but I knew he wouldn't confront Charlie about not telling me anything..

"I could pay you if you want?" He shook his head.

"No, I want to help. Besides, I'm sure that the damage isn't anything serious." I nodded and he looked out the window. "We're going to have to wait for the rain to stop anyways. I don't think it'll be long."

I wrapped the towel tighter around me, I was shivering now and rubbing my arms. Jacob was looking at me with a thinking expression, probably wondering what to do to help. He then just put his arms around me in an embrace.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to prevent my teeth from chattering.

"I'm using body heat to keep you warm." He said. He held me for a few seconds and I tried to relax. He started rubbing my arms to add friction.

He was so warm, I couldn't help but rest my head in the crook of his neck, he shook a little from the cold on my skin but he was warm again after a bit. I knew he wouldn't stay like this, I was getting his clothes wet and he would need to change when I was gone. I could hear his heartbeat too, it had a nice sound to it. I've never really been this close to a boy before, it was all new to me. Jacob was comforting me and I was glad, he was a great friend.

"So, since when were you into cars?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"I don't really know... I think maybe I was about twelve." He smiled. "You know, I'm building a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit from scratch." I looked at his face then.

"You're serious?" I asked, impressed.

"Yeah, when it's done you should take a ride in it sometime. It won't be fast but it'll keep to the speed limit." I laughed lightly, his body shook with it as well.

"I'll keep that in mind, that's really impressive, Jake."

"Yeah, it sure gets the girls going." He said in a joking voice.

"I bet. How many girls did you ask to take a drive with you?" He rolled his eyes.

"You're the first." I smirked.

"I feel special."

"You should, it's not every day that you get invited to drive with a guy who built his own car."

"That's true." I just said.

We were silent again for a few minutes, until I moved away, warm enough from the heat to manage on my own.

"So, what were you doing before I came and interrupted?" I think he forgot because he paused.

"Um... I just finished my homework." I nodded, then a thought struck me.

"Now that I think of it, did Billy tell you I was coming?" He pressed his lips into a line, thinking.

"Actually, no. He told me someone was coming over this morning, I don't know if he meant you. But then he left to his friend's house and he didn't mention anything." That got me.

Did Billy know I was coming over before even I did? I shook my head at the thought, Billy probably meant someone else.

"The rain stopped." Jacob said, looking out the window behind him.

I was about to put my wet jacket on, when Jacob brought out Charlie's jacket and took mine away.

"Just wear Charlie's, I'm sure he won't need it until the morning so he won't mind your wet clothes." I put on Charlie's warm jacket and Jacob put on his own black one. He opened the door for me.

"How far did you walk?" he asked.

"About ten minutes." He smiled. "What?"

"Nothing," he insisted. I didn't argue, I knew that he wouldn't tell me even if I asked. "So, how long are you staying in Forks?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "I mostly came here just because I needed a break from everything, really. Family, scenery, everything was pretty much making me sick by just looking at it. I also wanted to..." I didn't finish my sentence, was I really going to tell him that I needed inspiration? I just met him yesterday.

"Go on," he encouraged me. I sighed and gave him my other reason.

"I needed an adventure." That was a good enough reason. His eyebrows raised in confusion.

"What kind of adventure are you going to get out of Forks?" I shrugged.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Then again, Forks is just... different. You'll never know when to expect the unexpected."

"You got that right." I smiled.

When we finally reached my car, Jacob opened the hood. Black smoke didn't come out like in the movies, but Jacob managed to find the problem in a matter of minutes.

As he was looking, I'm not sure if he was doing it on purpose, his muscles kept flexing as if Jacob was trying to show off how big he was. I was also fascinated at the fact that he was able to move his hands in such practiced moves, they were so big yet they were somehow able to move any object he could get his hands on. I couldn't help but stare. I don't know if Jacob caught me, but he smiled when my eyes returned back to his.

"Your distributers cap is a little loose." He said, smiling. He tightened it cap and his muscles flexed again, I looked away this time so I wouldn't stare, and told me to try running the car again. I ran to the driver's side and turned on the engine, it ran loudly, but perfectly. I smiled and got out of the car.

"Thanks." I smiled. He went for a high five but I couldn't reach it. I playfully hit him in the chest.

"Shorty." He teased.

"Five foot three is normal for a sixteen year old! It's not my fault, you're a giant!"

"Sure, sure." He said. We laughed again and then I took a deep breath.

"I need to go home and make Charlie dinner." I said.

"Right," he said. "It was great seeing you, Nessie." I raised one eyebrow.

"Nessie? Since when am I Nessie?" I thought I saw his cheeks go a little dark.

"Well, I thought Renesmee is kind of a long name, it's a mouth full, you know?"

"Well, I have other nick names like Rennie, Ren..." I thought about the name he gave me. "But I like Nessie, too, though." He smiled. "Nessie Cullen..." I tried saying it out loud. It had a nice ring to it. He smiled wider from me saying it.

"Nessie it is then." He established. We smiled at each other in silence. Jacob broke it.

"Um... You better get going." I bit my lip.

"Right..." I sighed. "Thanks for everything."

"No problem." He smiled again as I climbed into the truck and turned it around back home. I could see Jacob waving in the rear view mirror and slowly turn into a speck of nothing.

Charlie wasn't home yet when I was back. I took my wet coat and hung it up-I wouldn't be using it until tomorrow as far as I was aware of.

When the soup was just about done, Charlie walked through the door.

"Hey, Ren," He said. I heard him taking off his boots and hanging his belt, then his foot steps toward the kitchen.

"Hey, Grandpa." I grabbed two bowls as Charlie took his seat at the small table with only about four chairs. "I brought your coat home from Billy's."

"Already? I was kinda hoping I'd go with you."

"Well, Billy actually wasn't home. Jacob was though, he let me inside." I poured his soup, I was fifty percent sure he was smirking at the corner of my eye. I served it to him and I figured I was wrong, seeing had a serious face on, nothing that could change so quickly without me seeing.

"Did you have fun spending time with Jacob?" He raised an eye brow, as if he was trying to interview me, like I was a criminal and he was trying to find out if I really committed the crime. I answered as truthfully as I could.

"Yeah, I didn't spend much time with him, though. I was only there for a few minutes. He had to fix the truck, it broke down on the way there." I actually wasn't even sure if i was there for 'just a few minutes.' I didn't bother checking the clock before I left so I knew that I couldn't calculate in my head. Charlie frowned.

"Really?" he pursed his lips. "Huh... I thought he did a good job with the engine, didn't know that it would break down only on the second or third day of driving it." I shrugged.

"It was nothing really, Jacob said that the distributors cap was just a little loose. It wasn't anything serious."

"Well, at least you know there's a mechanic close to home instead of driving all the way to Port Angeles."

"I know, I'm relieved, actually."

"You should be." I started serving myself and eating with Charlie in our annual silence. But for some reason, Charlie wanted to talk.

"So, you and Jacob get along well?" I gave him a look. He had a worried face on himself, like he was saying too much, or like the roles were reversed and he just confessed to the murderer. "Okay, okay." He said, changing the subject. "Well, your mom called at lunch. I'm guessing she forgot about the time difference. You better call her." I squinted my eyes in suspicion.

"Do you have a cell phone?" He laughed, knowing what I meant.

"No, I came home during my break after lunch to look for my coat, that's why I asked you to pick it up for me."

"Then why didn't you just tell me when you got home." He shrugged.

"I dunno, I thought you would have a lot of homework to do."

"Well, tell me next time so I don't have to rush." He laughed as he got up and served himself another bowl. I was already done and full with my serving of food so I put my dishes in the sink and waited for Charlie to finish.

I called my parents again, telling them about school and some of the teachers there, I also told my mom about Jacob, it seemed that I could talk more about him than anyone else I spent time with. My mom told me my friend Laura also called and let her off the hook that I moved—I didn't tell her I was moving because I didn't want her to throw a bunch of I'll miss yous and a bunch of goodbye cards at me like she did even if I was just going on vacation. My other friends understood, some cried, some gave me presents, even a small party with close friends.

When I hung up, the dishes were already piled, I washed them and brought out A Walk to Remember, one of the books by my favourite author. It was thin, but was better than nothing. My friend Austin gave it to me as a fair well gift.

I was getting to the part where Landon was asking Jamie to the dance when someone knocked on the door. Charlie wasn't home, he was called into the station again to look at a crime scene, so I had to answer the door myself. I put a bookmark inside the book and headed to the door. When I opened it, there stood Kyle, smiling at me while I had a surprised look on. I haven't memorized Charlie's address well enough to give it out.

"Hey," He said.

"Hi... how did you know where I live?" He laughed.

"We're neighbors." He pointed at his house behind him across the street. I saw his silver Toyota there.

"Oh..." He bit his lip and looked at the ground.

"Um... I was wondering if you needed help with some homework?" I shook my head.

"No, I already finished hours ago. I learned almost everything you guys are learning in freshmen year." He bit his lip again. I raised one eyebrow. "Do you need help with anything?" he shook his head.

"No... um... that's all." He was just leaving and I closed the door heading back upstairs. Then I heard another knock, I rolled my eyes and went back to the door. Kyle was there again.

"Will you go as my date to Brandon's party?" he asked in one breath.

"What?" I asked, not knowing what he was talking about. What party? And who's Brandon? He took a deep breath, ready to explain.

"Brandon's my best friend on the football team. He's throwing a party at his house in a few weeks and I don't have a date, I was kind of wondering if you would go with me."

I bit my lip, not knowing what to say, or whether to reject him or not. The old me would've jumped into his arms and screamed Yes! at the top of my lungs like in the movies, but I'm not like that anymore.

I've been in this situation before, which brings me back to going out with one of my friends, my first boyfriend in the eighth grade. We were supposed to be going to grad as friends but a week before, he asked if we could go as more then friends. A part of me knew that this was going to happen at some point with him, but not knowing what to do, I accepted and I still regret it.

Kyle waited for my response, holding his breath. I sighed and said, "I thought you were just out of a relationship with Monique. Are you sure you want to start dating so soon?" He laughed a little, knowing I was right.

"I know... it's just I want to get to know you better, Ren. I figured that the best way is at the party." I bit my lip.

"Kyle, we have a few weeks to know each other. We don't have to start dating right away, I've only been here for three days." He frowned.

"Are you dating someone else?"

"No."

"But you won't go as my date?" I took a deep breath.

"I'll think about it. We can get to know each other first, and then you can ask me." He nodded.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He smiled again. "So, I'll see you tomorrow? Do you want a ride?" I would've rolled my eyes if he wasn't standing in front of me, he was pushing his luck.

"No, it's okay, I have a car. I'll see you at school." I could see him trying to hide disappointment.

"Okay, bye." He said, turning around and walking back the way he came.

I closed the door and wondered if I what I just did was the right thing to do. I said we could get to know each other, okay, but why is it I felt like I didn't even want to know Kyle that way, and the current I felt in my hand with Jacob still tingled when I thought of him?

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Q: What is Forbidden Friday?

A: It's for those of you who LIKE or are a MEMBER of my fanpages on Facebook. I post up pictures and chapters every Friday (chapters depend on reviews). I put more info is on Chapter 1 on the last AN. Look for more :)

Q. Do you have a license and car in real life? And a grandpa who lives in Forks?

A: No. I'm 15 living in Canada. If I were 16, I still wouldn't get my license. In Canada, 16 year olds aren't allowed to drive. We can get out G1s but not the full thing until we're 18 (my sis will probs have to drive me to collage -_-). Both my grandpas are dead (RIP), but this book is more accurate than the twilight books because I've been there before. I've been there only once (and left my heart there /3) but I have maps when I need to talk accurately. Yes, Lepel's is right in front of Forks High in real life. :)