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Chapter Three

Jacob's Point of View

(Okay, so we're starting off right when everyone is leaving for boarding school.) "Nes, you want to come in my car?" I murmured, knowing she could hear me.

"Umm…sure," she stammered. Man, she looked so cute and beautiful when she did that…

"Watch it, mongrel," Edward muttered, low enough so Nessie couldn't hear it. He shot me a glare. "You better not do anything to her," he added, louder this time.

"Fine, Edward, jeez, relax," I replied under my breath, motioning for Nessie to go sit in the passenger of my black Mustang Cobra.

I walked up to Edward's big bear of a brother, Emmett. "Hey, Em," I said conversationally, "do you know where this place is? I need directions." Emmett nodded and went into a detailed explanation on what roads I should take to get to Trill Boarding School.

At last, he was done telling me the directions, so I slid into my car and fired up the engine.

I had been planning on trying to talk to her, but nothing came to mind. So, I just let us sit in a screaming loud silence until Nessie asked coldly, "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Jacob Black. I want you to explain to me why you're acting so freaking weird," she replied in the same frigid voice.

I couldn't really think of any explanation to that that wouldn't make Edward flip out on me, so I said back, "I'm not acting weird."

"Yes, you are! Again, I repeat, do not play dumb with me, it gets on my nerves!" Again, I was at a loss for words, but this time, I didn't even attempt to answer.

"Pull over and get out!" she shrieked angrily.

"What?!" I yelled back. It was my car! She couldn't make me get out.

"You heard me! Get onto the shoulder and get out, I need time to think." For a moment, I couldn't do anything except think, Damn, she's sexy when she's mad…stop it, Jacob. You can't think that yet.

"This is my car!" I finally managed to tell her. "If you need time to think, get into the backseat or something."

"Fine. Just pull over."

"Whatever." I veered the steering wheel to the left, towards the side lane of the road. She got out, but what I wasn't anticipating was for her to sprint in the opposite direction of my car.

"Nessie!" I yelled, livid. "Get the hell back here!" When she didn't listen, I took off after her, overtaking the speed she was going at easily.

Gripping her shoulders, I spun her around almost roughly. Her face glared into mine as I shouted, "What the hell did you think you were doing?! You could have gotten run over by a car or something! God, Nessie, think before you act sometimes!"

"Let go of me, Jake!" she screamed back. "I need time to think about why you're acting so crazy and how I'm going to try and survive without you! You're my best friend and my safe haven, and I was hoping that you could make boarding school better, just by a little bit! But no, you have to start acting all psycho and now this stupid school is going to be just as shitty as the ones that my parents send me to!" Her eyes pierced mine for a couple more moments as she held that tough, bitter mask in place, but then suddenly, it broke apart as she burst into tears. As if a reflex reaction, I enfolded her body into a massive hug.

"Nessie, it's okay, I promise, I'll be your best friend! I just don't want you to get hurt," I murmured. For a couple of seconds, we just stood there, her sobbing into my shirt, me rocking her back and forth in my embrace.

Suddenly, she looked up from my tear-stained shirt and whispered, "Jake, I am so sorry."

"You aren't the one that needs to say that; I should be the one apologizing," I muttered. After pulling her into another hug, I led her by the hand onto my lap in the driver's seat. While we sat there in silence, I stroked her hair and let my chin rest on the top of her head, but I could feel something else was wrong.

"Nessie, is something else bothering you?" I asked softly. She chewed on her lip, a habit that she picked up from her mom. I leaned forward, about to tell her that I knew something was off, but found myself getting lost in her chocolate brown eyes. Before I knew it, we were leaning in, closer, closer, until finally, our lips met.

I started it off with just our lips moving together lightly-small and sweet. Honestly, I didn't want to do anything else because I would probably be thinking about it later, and I didn't want Edward furious with me.

Nessie had other ideas. She soon became bored with the innocent little peck and ran her hands through my hair a couple times, then resting them on my neck, hugging me closer to her. I responded by rubbing my hands up and down her back.

Suddenly, her tongue traced my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I groaned internally, a battle raging on inside me. On side a, it said to stop kissing right now so Edward wouldn't kick my ass. On side b, it said to grant her whatever makes her happy. Side b won.

We made out for a long time, somewhere around ten minutes. But when her hands, which were skimming the bottom of my shirt, began to attempt to pull it over my head, I firmly pushed her away.

"No," I told her sternly. "We aren't doing that."

"Why? I want to."

"No," I said again. Lifting her gently from my lap, I placed her on the passenger seat. She pouted adorably.

"Please? I really, really want to."

"I'm sure you do. But we aren't just doing that on some impulse-based decision."

"Why? Stop treating me like a baby! I'm not a little kid anymore!" she said, suddenly shouting.

I failed miserably at keeping the amusement out of my face and tone as I replied, "You're six."

"No! I'm different, you know that! I'm like, sixteen in real life. So again, stop treating me like I don't know how to take care of myself."

"Nessie, say whatever you want to. We aren't doing that, though. Not in my car on the shoulder lane."

"So we can do it somewhere else?" she asked, hope coloring her voice.

"No." I glared at her. "We can't. For one thing, your father would murder me. For another, you aren't ready for it yet. You have to think these kinds of things through." She sighed for some reason. Then, she asked out of the blue:

"We can still kiss though, right?" I laughed in pleasure. She sounded so eager.

"Yes. We can still kiss. If that's what you want."

"Yeah," she grinned, "that's what I want." Uncontrolled thoughts ran through my head about what she wanted. I took her hand and enfolded it in mine.

An annoying buzz went off from my car another fifteen minutes or so into the drive. I checked the gas level. It was almost at the E.

I took the road to the oasis. "Sorry, Nes, but I have to fill up the car," I said. She just smiled and nodded. I pulled up to Lincoln Oasis and jumped out of the car, striding over to the gas pumps and shoving one of the nozzles into the Mustang. I was just leaning against the car, daydreaming about Nessie, when I felt a feather light touch trail from the joint of my thumb, to the inner part of my forearm, to my bicep, and finally up to my triceps.

"Hey, Jake," I heard her sweet voice say. I exhaled sharply.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Immediately, she took the blame onto herself. "Is it my fault?" I shook my head.

"No, you just took me by surprise, that's all," I breathed, turning to look at her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned in closer. I didn't let it go too far this time, since we were in a public place.

"Get in the car. I'll be there in a minute," I instructed. She nodded. Pivoting back towards the gas pump, I slid my shiny black credit card through the slot to pay and waited for the machine to accept it. After it did, I slipped back into the Mustang, revved up the engine, and took Nessie's hand.

"We're not going to be there for a while, Ness," I told her. She grinned.

"That's okay. I need some sleep anyways." She reclined the seat back and relaxed into it, sighing while her eyelids closed shut.

I drove for an hour or so longer, and then finally, we reached the gates of Trill Boarding School. After ten minutes of getting forms okayed, we were admitted into campus by security.

Mostly, everyone was in their own little groups- nerds, dorks, Goths, preps, jocks, and cheerleaders.

Carefully, I shook Nessie's shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Sweetheart, we're here." She awoke slowly. "Jake," Nessie mumbled. "Are we there yet?"

"Yeah."

"Okay…aw, shit, Mom and Dad are going to be so pissed at us," she groaned, sitting up.

"Yeah, probably," I murmured. I took her hand, kissed it, and pulled away for a second so I could get out of the car and open her door.

"Thanks. Hey, do you have any idea where Mom and Dad are?" she questioned, but at that moment, I saw a livid-faced Edward glaring at us, or more specifically, me, from the crowd of human faces. (A/N: I was going to stop here, but since I'm a nice person, I'll continue…lol)

Nessie's Point of View

Dad made his way towards us. By the expression on his face, I could tell we had some serious lecturing to go through.

"Your stuff is already in the dorm room," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Jacob, you're C13, Renesmee, you're B24. Your roommates are already there." With that, he left. I sighed. He was probably just going to pop up creepily without me noticing later.

"I guess this is goodbye then, for the next…two hours," I joked dramatically. Jake laughed and kissed me softly, then loped off steadily towards Building C. "See you later, Nes!" he called over his shoulder. I sighed. He was so perfect.

I had to ask a few times, but I found Building B without much difficulty.

"22...23…okay, here we are, 24," I muttered, taking a deep breath and opening the door with the key my father had slipped into my back pocket without me feeling it.

Everything was pink. Pink sheets, pink rug, hell, there was even a pink minifridge.

As I made my way into the room, I was grateful to see that only one half of the room was like that, obviously my roommate's side. My side was normal- mellow blue sheets, posters of my favorite bands on the walls, and pictures of me, my family, and Jake on the desk, along with a sea green reading lamp.

My schedule, extra key, meal card, and lanyard were already on the desk next to the lamp, with a note reading,

Come to room B31 in an hour or so. Everyone's going to be there, family meeting. And Jacob. Hope you like your room.

Lots of love,

Alice

Just as soon as I was finished reading the little note, I heard someone clearing their throat. I glanced up.

There was a girl with unnaturally blond hair, pounds of makeup, and an outfit on that didn't have enough cloth for me to describe it. All in all, she looked like the picture of a slut.

"Hi. My name's Emma Holder and I'm going to be your roommate for this school year." Her eyes clearly stated that she didn't want to be.

"Jeez, what's your problem," I murmured. Obviously, I didn't want her to hear it, but she did. Her eyes narrowed.

"Listen, bitch," she spat, "just steer clear of me as much as you can, and you won't get hurt. I don't like you, so just stay away." With that, she stalked off in her deep blue, three inch high heels.

I could tell it was going to be a long semester.

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