"Jake, what is it?" He didn't answer me- he just sat there staring at the white board with the same look of revulsion and hatred mixed on his face. Apparently I wouldn't be getting an answer from him anytime soon.
Biology ticked by quietly; uneventfully. It was just dissections. The potent smell of rotting flesh filled the room. People even burst through the door… hurrying to the bathroom to empty the contents of their stomach. The whole class period Jacob gave me the cold shoulder. When I would offer my help instead of declining, he would push the tray away from my view, "You know a simple No would suffice." I mumbled the second time he did this.
I had Jake in fifth and seventh hour… every hour except English. Whenever I sat a desk near him he would swiftly move to a desk on the opposite side of the room- avoiding my confused gaze.
By the end of the day I was so confused and upset I just sat in silence on the way home. What did I do to get him so mad? He was my only friend in Forks. I don't even know what I did, it was just so sudden, what could have possibly brought that anger about him?
"Sweetie don't blame yourself." Dad said- reading my thoughts. I really wish I had mom's gift- it was so much more useful that showing people my thoughts- that's why god gave us mouths.
"Dad please stop! If I wanted you to know what I was thinking I would just tell you." I stormed. Couldn't he tell that I just needed to be alone in my own mind to think things through? An awkward silence followed my outburst. It was the loud silence- you know- the one where the sound waves from the previous conversation seem to echo through your head- never stopping. As soon as dad parked the car I made a break for it. I full out ran into the forest that surrounded out house until I was about four miles away- and consequentially- out of dad's range.
I climbed the highest spruce tree- the winter green needles brushing against my skin at every limb I passed- I climbed until I reached the top most branch where I lay to rest. My vampire eyes could see all the way to the beach- where the sun was almost at the point of dipping into the deep blue water. I just sat there sorting out my feelings when I heard a movement in the brush below.
"Renesmee, I think you deserve an explanation." Here tinkling voice- similar to wind chimes- appeared by my side just as soon as the movement below registered in my head.
"Go away Alice!" Could anyone get the idea I wanted to be ALONE?
"Just listen to me! About 200 years ago- before Jasper, Emmett, your mom, and I became a part of this family Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and Rosalie lived here before. They had a run- in with the Quileute Werewolves- or a more appropriate term would be shape shifters. They were created to protect their tribe from the 'cold ones'- otherwise known as vampires. They made a treaty with the pack's leader Ephraim Black. We have to stay away from the reservation and not bite anybody in Forks while they fulfilled their side- not revealing us for what we truly are." She finally finished her monolog.
"So are you saying he's a were- er- shape shifter?"
"Well- it's genetic so- most likely."
"But why is he made at me?" I could hear the whine in my voice.
"Hun, you're a Cullen and the only Cullens that he probably know are us… he probably put two and two together."
"okay, thanks Alice." She didn't tell me how to fix it but at least I knew why… that could help me in my quest.
"Come back when you're ready." And with that she jumped off the branch and ran back to the house. I slouched down on the tree and let my mind wander, "How can I fix this?" I spoke out loud, sometimes- I do that when I'm deep in thought.
"Fix what?" A low, masculine voice from below startled me- so much that I almost shook off that the branch. I moved my face out from the bundle of needles that concealed it. A very handsome boy was standing below me- he look similar though not exactly the same. I couldn't help but notice that the upper half of his body was exposed. He was perfect- like his body was sculpted directly from marble. "What is it with the Quileute guys being so ripped?"
"Huh?"
"Crap! Did I say that out loud?"
"yeah, kinda." He laughed; it was a very musical laugh. I didn't notice until this very moment- but he was slowly climbing the tree until he met me on the highest branch, "So what's your name?" He asked me once he got situated.
"I thought out my answer very carefully before I replied, as I now knew my last name is what set Jake off, "Renesmee."
"Seth."
"I thought so, you go to my school, you're one of Jake's," the name stung my through as it came up, "friends."
"Yeah, but enough with the 20 questions, you never answered my very first question."
"Oh right- it's kinda personal."
"I'm good at a fixing things- maybe I could help." He persisted.
"Fine," I took a deep breath and decided to take it straight to the point, "Why does Jake hate vampires?"
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