The Second Time
Ignoring Tom and Jo wasn't very hard. They seemed to be the type that can hold a grudge easily. The few times I had to talk to him, Tom was really obnoxious.
It was idiotic; my growing obsessions to get the two to like me, battling against my growing fear of letting myself get attached.
Alice was often looking at me in a strange mix between humour and pity. For my part I tried to block out Alice's visions. But they still pierced my nonexistent shields. If only I were like my mother.
The shadows were almost never ending. Occasionally the visions were understandable. For instance, during French one morning, Alice saw me going to the approaching dance with Jacob. This wasn't such a shock, really, considering I went with him as a friend every time. It was how the rumour that he and I were together originated.
Alice's next vision was just as clear, yet horribly confusing: I was wearing a caramel coloured dress that clung to me in just the right places, that was the same as her first vision. But I was dancing with Tom. Not Jacob. Why would I dance with a boy that doesn't like me?
More importantly, why is Alice focusing on me and Tom? I'm not my father. Even if I was it appears that both humans I've bothered myself with hated me so why –
I was caught of guard by another of Alice's visions, this one was different from most she had; she normally got stills, pictures of the future. Occasionally there were a few seconds of movement with some barely recognisable sounds. Only once in my life time had Alice had a vision where every movement and whisper was so irreversible that she got minutes at a time.
Well, now there were two.
I was dancing with Tom and we were having a conversation: "Renesmee, are you dating Jacob?" I saw myself sigh.
"No."
"Renesmee…"
"What?!" I snapped.
"Well, I wish I could believe you, I wish you weren't so perfect that as soon as you became available you'd be snatched up."
"Who says I'm available?" Tom sighed.
"Exactly. You're not. Because you're dating someone…?" He let that trail off into a question. I huffed in annoyance.
"Listen carefully, Thomas. I. Am. Not. Dating. Anyone." We stopped dancing and Tom glanced to the side, I followed his eyes but me in the vision didn't. She didn't need to. Jacob was staring daggers at Tom.
"I don't think it makes any difference, really" He looked exhausted as he addressed my future self again. "Your family's probably going to kill me for this but –"
And then the vision ended.
