AN:I'm still, contemplating on whether she should end up with Jake or Logan. I'm no where near done, but I still need to have some sort of idea on how I want it to end....
You'd think this would be easy considering I never really liked Jacob. He always got on my nerves, flirting with Bella, kissing Bella. Hahaha, I'm soo on Team Edward.
"How did it go?" my mother asked.
"Fine," I replied. She looked at my father and he nodded.
"And you feel..replenished?" she asked concerned.
"Yes, I feel great." She eyed me .
"Okay," she gave in.
I went to my room to do my homework. However my thoughts were consumed by Jacob...and Logan. It was absolutely pathetic that I should be thinking of Logan. I only met him today and he was running through my mind I don't even understand how I'm attracted to him. He's the opposite of Jake. Logan is much shorter than Jake . About a foot shorter. Logan was pale–but not pasty like Drake from homeroom, Logan had a nice pale, pink complexion, as if he had just ran a race. Where as Jacob had russet colored skin, very beautiful and exotic. Logan had light blue eye, piercing, hard not to look at, and he had mahogany colored brown hair which his eyes stood out against . Jacob had dark, deep set, brown chocolate eyes and light brown hair. Logan was slender but toned, there was sign of definition. Jacob was muscular but also slender, Jacob just made more of a show for his muscles than Logan did. And there was one last major difference, I was meant to be with Jacob, not Logan.
I heard a knock at the door, it was Jasper.
"Hey Renesmee," she said timidly.
"Hi, Jasper what's up?"
"Well...um...I felt your emotions. You feel conflicted? Is there, a problem?" There are absolutely no secrets in this family. No point in lying to Jasper now.
"Not a problem per se. Just a bit of a complication," I said easily.
"These emotions were fairly strong Renesmee, do you want to talk about it?" I stared at my feet.
"Not really Jasper," I admitted.
"Oh," he sighed in relief–I think, I mean I didn't fully believe my dear old uncle Jasper could help me in this situation–"well I hope this 'complication' gets resolved–and quick you're starting to make me feel weird!" he joked.
"Ok, Jasper," I said laughing. He took one more look at me before leaving the room. Now he was probably going to tell my father of my emotions. I had to get Logan out of my mind. I sighed, my guilt taking over, I had lied to Jake today in the car. He didn't deserve this.
I finished my homework quickly. I only had the short story for Mr. Stewart, and the worksheet for chemistry. I grew bored and fell asleep. I have the deepest sympathy for my family because they can't sleep, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't sleep. I often wonder what they do at night. I know Emmett likes to play pranks on me when I slumber. He tried to make me wet the bed one time, but that's just Emmett.
I woke up in a cold sweat at two in the morning. My parents were by my side. I had dreamt that I was drenched in blood–only after drinking it. I quickly realized I had dreamt about being soaking wet in Logan's blood. In my dream his blood was so sweet, warm, tempting. Just thinking about it caused a fire to run through my throat. Which I could hardly believe hadn't I hunted so recently? Maybe Logan's blood would be harder to resist.... I shut the morbid thoughts out of my mind before my father could suspect anything. Too late though , my parents exchanged worried glances. I hung my head in shame.
"It's okay, love, go back to sleep," my father said patting my hand gingerly. I nodded and dozed off.
"Nessie! Wake up!" Alice squealed. I awoke disoriented.
"What, what time is it?" I asked groggily.
"A quarter to 5?" Alice said
"What?! Alice, I need to go back to sleep! You can wake me up at 6." I yawned. Much to my chagrin she ignored my instructions.
"So I guess you don't want to see what I got you from a designer sale?" she challenged. I opened one eye.
"Two questions: Why did you go shopping last night and two: What did you get me?"
"Well, I heard some girls at school talking about this sale going on at midnight in Seattle, that they wish they could go to so I went and got everyone something! Even Emmett! You should've seen me, Nessie, I was on a roll!" she claimed proudly."And you'll just have to wake up and see," she challenged again. She won, if there was one thing Alice and I had in common it was fashion. I got up and saw laying across the chair in my room. A *Yves Saint Laurent dress. I had seen that dress the other day online and decided I was going to buy it.
"How did you know?" was all I managed to choke out.
"Well, I 'saw' you buying it. I thought it was the cutest little thing, and I saw it at the sale and got it. There was this big girl though who wanted it too. If I didn't have an advantage I probably would've lost it. You should've seen her though, she was clawing at me," Alice laughed.
"Thank you so much, Alice. I think I'll wear it today," It was casual enough to wear at school. It was a nice summer dress, though around here you probably wouldn't wear anything like this in summer considering the poor weather.
Just as I was putting on the dress, Rosalie came into the room.
"Have you seen Esme?" she asked either of us.
"I don't know, maybe downstairs cooking food?" I said slipping into the dress.
"Oh–cute dress– well I need her help with something,"
"Thanks," Alice and I said in unison.
"What do you need, Rose?" I asked her.
"Food..." she said.
"Food?" I echoed.
"Yes, well today is the Senior Bake Sale and I figured I would help," she said smiling.
"Rose, I hate to burst your bubble, but you're not a Senior," Alice said.
Rosalie rolled her eyes,"That's fine, I'll find a way."
"You don't really expect her to have whatever it is you need done by the time we head out?" I asked her.
"Why not? It's only a few dozen muffins, I've seen her cook you more food in under fifteen minutes," she said then left the room.
"Since when does she get involved with things that involve work?" I asked Alice.
"Since, yesterday. Emmett was chatting up some Senior, and the conversation got to the bake sale, and now Rosalie is going to weasel her way into helping out." Rosalie and Emmett were very passionate about there relationship. That is to say they get very jealous very fast.
I admired myself in the mirror, the dress was so pretty. Thanks to Alice's rude, but rewarding awakening, I had an hour and thirty minutes to kill, before school. My phone rang, and I jumped. No one ever called me. Well, no one had my number except for my family and if they needed to talk to me they'd materialize right in front of me. I only got calls if it was serious.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Renesemee, I can't pick you up today, I have to run with the pack , they're worried that there might be some nomads around," Jacob said with some distress in his voice.
"Oh, okay,' I said disappointed. I really needed to talk to him today.
"Sorry, sweetie," he said longing in his voice.
"It's okay Jake," I said. Then we hung up.
I headed downstairs. When the others saw me their jaws dropped.
"You-you're wearing that?" my father stuttered.
"Yes, why not? It's not too flashy. It's actually like a summer dress," I said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Except it's not, summer," he countered.
"Dad, come on, Alice bought it for me, and I'm putting it too good use," I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. But you're wearing a jacket over it. At all times," he said with authority in his voice. I groaned.
"What? I don't even have a nice jacket to go with this!" I complained.
"It's fine, Ness, I do," Alice said coming to my rescue.
Emmet passed by me and laughed.
"That Logan is going to have a field day with you!" he chuckled.
"Shut up!" I blushed. Would this really encourage him? I sighed. Maybe I should take it off. On the other hand who was Logan to make me want to wear something else, when I clearly wanted to wear the dress? No one that's who. So I kept the dress on.
Esme was just about to cook breakfast.
"Esme, do you mind if I just have some cereal today?"
"Oh, well won't Jake be hungry?" she sounded perplexed.
"He's, he's not coming by today," I said, a pang of sadness hit me. I was pathetic, he misses one day–and with good reason–and I fall into depression.
"Oh," she said" cereal it is then."
I practically swallowed my cereal whole.
"Um...dad do you think it would be okay if I hitched a ride with you guys today?" I asked my father.
"Jake's not coming?" he asked just as perplexed as Esme.
"No, he's not he has his duties."
"Oh, right. Well I guess you could take the Porsche with Alice," he suggested.
"Darn, I really wanted to take the Vanquish," I half joked.
"No,no,no, you're not ready."
"Fine," I sighed.
"Hey Nessie, sounds like we're taking my baby to school!" Alice said euphoric. She truly adored her car. She hasn't been able to drive it, a lot recently, it's too flashy. We normally try to avoid attention.
"Yep, we're taking your baby," I said bored.
"Don't get me wrong I don't like the circumstances, of course it's too bad Jake couldn't pick you up. You'd be more fun if he was here," she teased. We hopped into her yellow Porsche. The leather was icy cold, as it touched my bare shins.
"Alice, do you mind? It's sort of...freezing in here," I complained.
"Oh sorry," she turned up the heat. Her smile was a mile wide. She was too happy tp be in her car.
"Alice, could, you...um slow down a bit?" I watched as she neared 100 miles per hour.
"Aw, come one Nessie, don't kill my fun, please," she gave me her puppy dog eyes.
"Just a teeny tiny bit? I'm getting nervous." I pleaded.
"Oh no, you're not shaking in your BCBG boots are you?"she laughed.
"Oh yes," I joined in on her laughter.
"How is it that no one ever gets speeding tickets?" I asked dubiously.
"We seduce police officers, and sometimes, there are casualties," she said calmy. My eyes must've been the size of saucers, because Alice bursted out laughing," I'm only joking Ness, jeez."
We pulled into the school's parking lot. We walked over to the Senior Bake Sale, where Rosalie was selling her muffins. How on earth did she manage to get into the Bake Sale without even being a senior? And her muffins were half gone.
"How'd you sell them so fast?" I asked.
"I don't know, I'm no saleswoman but these boys love the muffins," Rosalie said grinning. I'm sure she thought this accomplishment would impress Emmett.
"Which muffins are you referring to?" Alice said eyeing Rosalie's uncharacteristic show of her cleavage. I stifled my laughter with my hand.
"You bought me this blouse, so I have nothing to do with it."
"Whatever you say Rose," Alice said skipping away.
"I'll buy a muffin, Rose," I said supportively. Not aminute later two boys came up behind me to buy some muffins too.
"Hi Rosalie, can we get five muffins?" one of the boys asked. I recognized him as Drake from homeroom.
"Of course, that'll be five dollars, my you must be hungry," she said seductively. I don't think she meant to sound that way though. Or maybe she did, I couldn't tell with her anymore.
I made my way over to my family. There was one person I didn't recognize talking to Jasper and Emmett. It was Logan. Why was this boy trying so hard?
*Yves Saint Laurent is a designer barnd of clothing. High fashion stuff , Alice stuff :)