Chapter 3
-----Threats-----
Renesmee and I bust through the two double doors, and we see everyone filing out of the hall into their classrooms, everyone except for Edward and the rest of the Cullens.
Oh crap. Edward knows about Renesmee and me, I think to myself, thinking that Edward will reprimand me viciously for kissing his one and only 8-year-old daughter.
"This is not about you, Jacob. It is about what happened to Renesmee this morning when Rosalie was supposed to watch her." Edward snarled, putting emphasis of the name "Rosalie".
Blondie walks up to Renesmee, and gives her a loving embrace. I'm guessing that the same thing happened to Blondie in her human years by the remorse in her eyes and the dry sobs escaping her lips.
Edward nods to me stiffly, telling me that my hunch was right. I know that I hate Blondie, but man, that is just sad. A couple hundred years ago men were still egotistic, cruel jerks that treated girls like they were their play toys.
Renesmee unhooks her arms from Blondie's neck to embrace her mother and father. Bella, who looked panicked, refused to let Renesmee go to her next class. She just linked her arms around Nessie's waist, and when she tried pull away, Bella's arms tightened. Edward, knowing how eager Renesmee is to go to class, put on his crooked, "dazzling" smile and uses his persuasive tone, to convince Bella to let Renesmee go to her next class.
When Bella unclasped her hands reluctantly, I grab Renesmee's hand and whisk her away to math class before Bella could change her mind. We reach room 366, the math room, and both take a deep breath, and I grasp the door and pull it open for Renesmee to walk in, just like a perfect gentleman. She quietly thanks me and walks into the room.
As I scan the room, I see two seats unoccupied, and I tap Renesmee affectionately, and point to the empty seats at the back of the room. We shift through the rows of desks, and I feel two dozen pairs of eyes glued to our backs.
Before we reach our seats we hear a malicious female voice snarl, "You're fifteen minutes late. Let me hear your excuse!"
Guessing this was our math teacher, I wanted to say something cheeky about math, but Nessie took over.
"I'm sorry. I was in a …jam. I tried to be on time, but something was in my way. Jake was just helping me cope with the encounter." shooting daggers at the Austin character she met this morning. He had the sickest grin on his face, happy to be even glanced at by a girl as good as Renesmee.
"Please forgive… us." Renesmee says quietly, swallowing what I guess to be a lump in her throat, while wiping her already red eyes with the back of her hand, attempting to use her persuasive tone. The teacher, sensing Renesmee's discomfort, decided to start teaching the class, letting her sit there with her head on my shoulder without scolding us.
For what seemed like days, we sat there holding each other's hand uninterrupted, until a paper airplane hit Nessie in the arm. She unfolds the crumpled paper, and her expression changed from amusement to sheer terror, and then she lets the piece of paper fall onto the tiled floor, as she faints into my lap, while everyone works on their test, not looking up from their work. The only people in the room looking at Nessie and I were the teacher, Mrs. Becks and Austin, who was flashing his sickly grin.
Mrs. Becks runs over to us, seeing Renesmee unconscious, and tells me that she called an ambulance and it will be here shortly. I barely paid any attention to her as I picked up the piece of paper that frightened my angel.
It read:
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You'll pay for what you did to me this morning. Say goodbye to your family, and your precious Jake. No one disrespects Austin Chaffer and gets away with it.Watch your Back.
Love,
Austin
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I fold the piece of paper that hurt my angel and slip it into my pocket.
