Don't own twilight! and rlly sorry 4 the w8!

Authors note: This chapter and the next were inspired by emetrip1 AKA: one of my best friends =). Ty so much 4 the drama and stuff budayy! xD =) she'll also be helping me out with the other chapters 2 =)

Enjoy! (Warning: slight cliffhanger)

Chapter Two: How to Save a Life

"Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life"

How to Save a Life- The Fray

Today was Monday, so I had to miss one day without Nessie. Nessie was really Renesmee but come on! The name was insanely long!

We spent most of Sunday together in a Borders. I kept following her (Don't call me a stalker) around the entire place. She was going through all of these shelves. Nessie must have been looked at eighty-three books by the time we left. I had to look at her disappointed face every time she saw a book she wanted. I mean the books all cost twenty dollars, that was cheap. But then I put myself in her position-

"Jacob? Are you listening to me man?" Quil snapped me out of my train of thought. He was talking about sports a minute ago... or was it his shorts... I can't remember, in fact I honestly didn't care about that stuff.

"Nope," I smirked.

He glared at me jokingly. "I was talking about going cliff diving after school."

I nodded. Sure, I went to Forks High School- which was the strictest hell hole on the face of the Earth- but La Push was all mansions and fancy cars. The idiot who designed it must have been a rich snob. Or a dictator... Either way, cliff diving was one of the very, very few things that were fun.

"Sure Quil," I said nonchalantly. "On one condition," I said which interrupted his fist pump,"you have to date Jessica Stanley."

Quil's face dropped and I started laughing.

"Mr. Black, have something funny to share with the rest of the class?" Mr. Torres asked. Despite him being one of the cool teachers he was stern. He really wasn't someone to put on his last nerve. You could be guaranteed a living hell by serving over a month's worth of detention.

"No, Mr. Torres," I grumbled loudly so he could hear. He nodded once and then returned to writing our assignment on the board. I looked back at Quil with a badass smirk and mouth 'I was only kidding'.

Quil rolled his eyes and looked back into his textbook. He and I have been best buddies for as long as I could remember. After all, we were second cousins. I told him everything and he did the same back. I bragged on about how Nessie was the most gorgeous person to walk this earth...

"Dude, sounds like your in love," he grinned at me poked his elbow at my rib cage. We were at Burger King with our friends right after our "hard core"-as Embry liked to put it- football practice. It was on Saturday because Coach Sam felt like we would win more games that way. Boy was he right.

"What makes you say that?" I asked him.

I looked at me like the answer was obvious. "Well, honestly, I don't know. But they way you've been talking about her for the past half hour just seems like it."

The bell rang pulling me out of my thoughts. I grabbed my math book and binder and headed out the door to my locker. I ran out the door and to my Rabbit. I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed home to get ready for cliff diving.

I drove through the small town of Forks to the "fanciness" of La Push. Even though most Indian reservations were poor, the adults here worked their asses off to build empires, run businesses become doctors and more. So they rebuilt everything to fit their new lives. But Billy wouldn't let money go to his head. He knew that family was the absolute most important thing. . . which made me feel sorry for people like Nessie.

I was completely confused when I remembered that Dr. Cullen was her dad. If he was. . . why were they living the way they are now? Instead of a small apartment sized house they could be living in a big white mansion. What had been going on those eight or nine years after Carlisle's death?

I pulled up to my house and sauntered inside. My house was a mix of mountain cabin and mansion, closer to the forest because sometimes we would go camping. I climbed up two flights of stairs to my bedroom. I was happy that my room had a walk-in closet because Rach and Becca would stuff it with clothes that I hated to shop for. Thankfully, they organized it too, 'cause I would be lost.

I grabbed a pair of swimming trunks and changed into them. I brought a towel and a pair of cut off jeans and a green T-shirt. I stuffed them all into my North Face duffle bag thing, grabbed my keys and was on my way to the cliffs.

It was at least a five minutes drive to First Beach where the cliffs were. No one could park on the cliffs so I had to put in in the parking lot. I took the keys out of the ignition and put them in the bag. I made my way past a black truck that looked awkwardly suspicious. Like. . . when you're at a movie theatre and you're watching a scary movie that men in black hit you upside the head and put you in.

It was giving me a creepy feeling. As if something bad was going to happen. I ignored it for now and scanned the area for my friends. I found them standing by Jared's huge orange Hummer.

"Hey Jake!" Seth Clearwater yelled. Seth was a fifteen year old freshman who was on the basketball team. For a freshman, he could kick some ass.

"Hey guys," I greeted. "So what's the water like?"

Embry answered, "Dunno, haven't gone yet. We're waiting for you girly." Everybody laughed at that. Dear God, he could never let that go. When we were sixteen, Rebecca told him that when I was seven I tried on Rebecca's heels because I wanted to be taller. I got my wish. Now I was at least six feet tall.

Take that Becks.

After all the laughing and puns we were making our way to the cliffs. Then we saw two figures. . . we were close enough to see that one figure was a big, strong, mussily guy holding an unconscious girl flung over his shoulder.

I stalked faster and closer but most important I did it quietly. I heard one of guys whisper loudly, "What the hell is he doing?"

I didn't know if he meant me or the stranger going closer to the cliffs with the sleeping girl over his shoulder. The girl had long, curly reddish-brown hair. I could've sworn I knew her.

I heard the rest of the guys come up behind me quietly, mirroring my action from earlier.

We all saw the big guy switch the girl positions until he had his arms under neck and knees. . . Then, we all watched in horror as he flung the girl from his arms and to the cliffs until she disappeared underneath them.

I felt my eyes widen and mouth drop.

"Hey!" I screamed at him. I was still in shock from what I just witnessed.

The big guy turned around and we couldn't identify him because he was wear pitch black sun glasses. He ran incredibly fast in the other direction and I ran in the direction of the cliffs. I lost my shoes while running like Tarzan towards the edge of the tall cliff.

I jumped off feet first and landed with a big splash in the water. I swam back up and gasped for air.

I heard Jared yell, "What the hell were you thinking?" and someone else yell, "Are you okay?"

I didn't concentrate on them though as I plunged back into the icy cold water. I couldn't exactly hold my breath for long so I looked in all of the directions I could just barely see. Finally, I looked down to see a light shade of red. I swam down as fast as I could and pulled on the hair. Not the best move but it was all I could do.

I could already feel myself loosing my breath from the lack of oxygen, but I couldn't let go now. I swam back up to the surface tugging the mystery girls' hair with me. I pulled her up to so I could look at her face.

Now I knew why I felt like I knew her. . . because the hair was the exact same colors as, "Nessie!" I gasped to myself.

Just when I said her name, I didn't see the big wave that was rolling in on us, trying to pull us downward. . . but I wouldn't let it get me that easily. I swam forward for at least ten seconds before I reached the surface that was clear away from the huge, raging waves that tried to kill the both of us.

I tried swimming as fast as I could towards the shore of First Beach. My feet felt like it weighed fifty pounds and my lungs filled with salty sea water.

Finally, I was at the rocky beach. When I reached the point to where I could stand in the water I carried Nessie- who was still unconscious- bridal style to a clear spot on the beach until I felt to my knees because they were weak.

"Come on, Nessie," I mumbled through chattering, gritted teeth. I put my lips on her pink ones that were now a pale blue. I think sparks at the contact and a hot, seething fire ran all around my body. I knew that this wasn't the time to focus on that. I checked her breathing to make sure that she was still alive. . . Thank God she was. I felt so relived that she was, but it was weak. I pumped her chest to empty any water that was blocking her lungs.

I kept pumping until my arms felt funny. "Breathe," I begged her weakly," Please, Nessie. Breathe!"

I heard a familiar voice in the distance call, "Jake! Are you okay?" I couldn't respond because my breath was mostly gone away by the fear that was taking me over. The same fear that was telling me that Nessie may not make it.

I moved my head to looked at the left side of me to see the guys running in my direction. I could just see through their eyes. Me, my wet crouched body over Nessie's lying, lifeless-looking one underneath me. Me, with a terrified look on my face with tears probably running down my face.

I finally gather some breath as they run over to my to say, "Nessie. . . Someone call 911." My voice sounded groggy like I just woke up, like I was a mad man hungry for food. . .

One continuous thought kept running through my mind. . .

Nessie. . . she could be dieing. . . Ness. . . what did she ever do to deserve this. . .

I heard Seth's panicked voice talking into his cellphone,"Hello. . . I need an ambulance to first Beach in La Push . . . There's a girl and we saw her get thrown off a cliff and our friend jumped in after her and if you could just get here that would be great." He hung up. "They said about five to ten minutes."

We all looked at him and then back at Nessie.

I started stroking her hair and her flushed pink cheeks.

Don't worry honey, I told Nessie silently as I continued to stroke her cheek. Everything's going to be fine. . . they're going to take care of you. Just hold on. . . That's all you have to do. . .

I made a promise to myself and her that I would find out who did this.

Then, I kissed her forehead softly.