A/N: Here it is, Chapter Three. Enjoy and review =)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, beside Alex. Who I made up for the story =)
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~Feelings never constitute actions~
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"Who are they?" I asked, disgusted with the idea of my mother being friends with such smelly people.
I watched out the window as my Aunt Alice danced around, excited with our visitors, and my father quietly conversed with the man standing in the front of the small group.
"Well," My mother made her way behind me, placed her hands on my shoulders and gazed out the window. "The boy Edward is speaking to is my best friend, Jacob. He's he to see you."
I turned my head quickly to make sure my Mum was serious. "Me? I don't even know this...Jacob." I retorted. In all the stories I was told, there was none about a big sticky guy named Jacob. I'm quite sure I would have remembered that.
My mum turned my body around, so I could face her completely. "Just please come and meet him, it would mean a lot to him." She pleaded. How could I say no?
Sighing, I gave a quick look back out my window at this Jacob and looked back at my mother's pleading eyes. "I guess. But I hope you don't expect much, they all smell horrible." I screwed up my nose.
She smiled at me, took my hand and rushed me outside with the others. The moment I walked out, everyone went quiet and turned to examine me. I cocked my eyebrow, clearly spooked out with how everyone was acting.
"What?" I asked, curious with the change of behavior. "Why is everyone watching me?" I asked again after no answer.
My mother, who had danced up to stand between my father and Jacob, wore a smile as big as the sky. She looked at me, gesturing with her head to greet Jacob.
I stayed on the doorstep, to scared of my family to go any further and I lifted my hand in a half hearted wave. "Hey." I said unsure of what else I was expected to do. Plus the smell was really getting to me. Why were my family so happy to have them around.
Jacob sent a glare toward my dad. "What did you say to her?" He accused him, though all my mother said was that it wasn't his idea.
His idea for what? This is getting confusing.
Jacob growled at my father – how could he do that? He sounded like a dog. – and walked towards me. I tried to step back, but I remembered that I had closed the door behind me.
When he halted, we were standing close together, as much as I felt uncomfortable with the smell, I ignored it as I looked into his eyes. "So...?" I asked, feeling out of place.
"You've changed." He only said.
I gave him a "what the hell are you talking about look" and he laughed, I'm pretty sure, at me.
"In a good way." He added.
I cocked my eyebrow again. "That really didn't answer my question." Even though I hadn't asked one.
"I'm Jacob Black." He replied with a smile.
"Renesemee Cullen." What the hell was going on? Why didn't anyone find this as uncomfortable as I was.
"You even smell different." He pointed out, with a little scowl.
My mouth opened wide at the insult and my hand automatically slapped him across the face. The only problem was, it only hurt me. I grabbed my hand as I gasped out in pain. Everyone jumped to my side, but the one I found most noticeable was the way Jacob's features turned from a scowl to a caring one in seconds.
"What the hell are you?!" I exclaimed holding onto my hand tightly. Damn being half human. "It feels like you broke my hand." My voice reached a higher octave.
Dad pushed Jacob aside and quickly inspected my hand. "Ow. Ow. That hurts." I pointed out.
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart." He said, before sending a death glare towards Jacob. "I think you owe her an apology."
"Edward." Mum added, defending Jacob.
"Me!? Nessie was the one who slapped me!" He accused.
It took me a few second, but I caught on. "Wait a minute." I interrupted Dad mid sentence, resulting in everyone turning to watch me again. "You just called my Nessie." This is confusing.
Jacob gave me a grin. "Of course I called you Nessie, I was the one who gave you the nickname."
My brows furrowed in thought, and everyone went silent. The pain in my hand suddenly felt minuscule. I darted my head towards my mother standing at my side. "But you never said anything about that."
Mum looked away guiltily for a few long seconds then look back. "Why would it be so important?" She asked sheepishly.
"Why?" I paused. "Why is everyone acting so weird!?" I yelped once more after feeling another shape pain coarse through my hand. Shaking my head, I needed to get out of here. "I'm going back inside. Grandpa should be able to fix this."
And with that, I quickly dashed back inside to to find Grandpa with his tools and waiting. "Grandpa," I started. "I busted my hand."
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I skipped my dinner. Not waiting to be near my family, feeling like the idiot I was. Not to mention how confused I was. I defiantly had some strength in me, enough to be able to slap a human without breaking my hand, however, when I slapped Jacob, I had managed to break several bones in my hand.
It was impossible. And no matter how many questions I asked Grandpa, he wouldn't answer them, telling me that it wasn't his place. Well whose place was it?
I shook my head, at both the events this afternoon and the homework I had been given on my first day. I had the music on the local rock station, down low only to help me concentrate, though I couldn't.
This day didn't go the way I wanted. Not at all.
"Nessie?" I heard my Aunt Rosalie's voice through my bedroom door, and pushing the books off my lap in frustration, I sighed.
"Come in, Aunt Rosalie."
Instead of popping her head in, like the majority of the people in this house, she just walked in, closed the door behind her, and sat on the edge of my bed.
Not wasting anytime, she spoke. "I imagine that your very confused."
Sighing, "Yes!" I exclaimed. "I am, really confused." We both laughed, though hers sounded much more sweeter than my own.
My Aunt was considered the most beautiful woman that ever existed. I could not argue with those claims one bit. To be completely honest, I would go as far as saying I was jealous of her.
"And that you might be wanting this." She said, revealing a chocolate bar behind her in hand. Starving I snatched for it, and quickly peeled back the wrapping and took that very first sinful bite.
"Would you like me to explain things?" She added after a few blissful silently moments. I nodded my head, unable to reply with words.
Was Aunt Rosalie ever aloud to be explaining this to me? She did often go behind Dad's back for my good.
"Well, your hands broken because you didn't slap a human, you slapped a Changeling." Straight to the point, I like that.
"What the hell is a Changeling?" I puzzled with my mouth full, my Aunt didn't bother to scowl, I did this all the time.
Sitting for lord knows how long, my Aunt explained many things about these Changelings. How Jacob and Mum knew each other. I had the feeling she edited a few things out, but with all this new knowledge of my parents life here in Forks, I couldn't bother worrying myself.
I lay in my bed, on the brink of sleep, just thinking of the things Aunt Rosalie told me. The idea of Mum having two guys fight over her, I wasn't surprise that Dad won. I snorted out load half heartedly. How funny would it be if I had two guys fighting over me?
And, without a warning, sleep took over me.
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"You know what I think?" Melanie asked as we walked through the halls of Forks High School together.
"Whats that?" I replied hugging my coat closer around me. Unfortunately, I felt the effects of the weather unlike my family.
"Maybe it's not so bad to have no friends." She answered thoughtfully.
I turned to look at her, puzzled. "Where did that come from?"
She looked back at me and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."
I laughed. "What do you call me?" I wanted to know myself.
Melanie giggled. "Okay, one friend is enough." Satisfied, we both opened our lockers and got out our books needed for the morning. "How did you afternoon go?" She asked truly interested.
Closing my locker door, I slammed my head against it. "Don't ask." I groaned. Just the idea of what happened, it's horrible.
"I told you big families are difficult. Thats why I always think it's a blessing that I'm the only child in mine." She watched me with careful eyes, I'm sure she hadn't seen someone behave like this. "Look, I gotta go, don't to be late." She said quickly and dashed away.
Without moving my forehead from against my locker, I just lifted my hand in an effortless wave. "Cya."
Not even seconds later, I heard another voice. "Oh, did poor Midget have a bad day?" The voice cooed.
Turning my head to the side, wearing a scowl, I sighed. "Can't you tell I'm not in the mood for you today?" I looked back down to the lino floor, hoping he would just disappear.
"So it was a bad day, huh?" His face leaned in closer to mine, and uncomfortable with the closeness I took my head off the locker and looked Alex right in the eye, who had also stood up properly.
"Your annoying, and your making my day worse." I informed him, picking up my book bag and swinging in over my shoulder.
He smirked at me. "I'm so glad you noticed." He replied sarcastically leaning his arm against the locker.
I stared at him, starting to feel that aggravated feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I felt only yesterday. My brows furrowed, and I could tell he was enjoying himself. What is his thing with me? Whatever it is, I wished he'd get over it.
Deciding it was better to walk away then get into any sort of fight with him, I scoffed at him and walked off to my Biology class.
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A/N: Meh. Not really impressed with how this chapter turned out, I'm sorry. Anyhow, if you guys liked it then it must just be myself.
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Dippy Murr
