Lmfao. I'm OOBER glad that people have taken a liking to Zeff. And I'm stoked to have people try guessing on who Renesmee's gonna end up with. Don't worry though, you'll find out soon enough. Muahahaha. (Also, sorry I start my chapters a few lines earlier from where it left off)

Jacob's POV

"Please don't cry." I pleaded with her, when I noticed a small tear rolling down her cheek. She looked up at me, confusion spreading across her face.

"I'm not crying." She denied. I could tell by her facial expression, the way she examined me as if I went crazy, that she actually didn't know there was a tear rolling down her face.

I held her tighter, "Yes you are," I insisted. I hated to see Nessie cry, "Please don't."

I wiped the tear away. When I looked at her eyes, it was like she'd never been crying in the first place. She looked down; her hair covering her face.

I moved a strand from her eyes, "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. I already knew the answer, but I didn't know if she did, "I'm really sorry about the incident in class with that kid. I wasn't gonna fight him there, don't worry."

"I know." She assured me, and then looked around.

We were leaning against one of the school walls, pretty close to the parking lot. A lot of the spaces were filled up, but no students were around.

"Jacob," she began, "Does Zeff know?"

I swallowed. I was thinking the same thing earlier. It didn't make sense… or maybe it did. He didn't seem human himself, and if he wasn't, he would probably figure out I wasn't either. But how would he know what I was? It could have just been an insult, but why would he pick that one in particular? I would have expected idiot or moron. But instead, he said Mutt.

"I don't know." I said, "Or at least, I don't think I do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, confused by the last part of my response.

I contemplated whether I should tell her my theory. Would she think I was crazy, or would she agree? I didn't know if she had caught on to his scent, or noticed his eyes, or the weird tattoos on the sides of his face (which seemed a little to perfectly placed to have been done in a tattoo parlor). But if I needed to keep her safe, I figured I might as well give it a try. If she didn't believe me, then I couldn't blame her. I wasn't so sure if I even believed myself yet. All I knew was that this guy was the last person we needed to get involved with.

"Don't quote me on this, because I'm not that sure myself, but I have my suspicions about him." I started, struggling for the words. I was afraid they would come out wrong. "Something about him just isn't right. Okay, maybe a few things. I don't really know how to explain it, so I'll just blurt it out. Nessie, I don't think this guy's human."

"Oh," was all she said. I didn't really expect a reply, anyway, seeing as how crazy that sounded. But for a minute, she seemed to consider it.

She lifted her hand to my cheek, and showed me, yet again, another scene from this morning. She was reading the school map, trying to find Advance Calculus. Someone stopped to help her out but she didn't see who it was. The scent smelled like cologne; almost like the rainforest. She later found out it was Zeff.

"Was it his scent?" she asked me. I nodded.

"And more, though. What about his eyes? They're all weird and stuff. And apparently," I recalled, reflecting on a scene she accidentally showed my in Art class, "they aren't contacts. That's impossible."

"Jacob, you know as well as I do that there's no such thing as impossible in the world we live in." she rolled her eyes.

"That's exactly my point. But what if he isn't human? In Art, he drew a fa- I mean, pixie. Not to say he is one, considering I never really believed in them, but I think all the evidence points away from human."

"Maybe, but I don't think I'm entirely sold on that idea. He acts so human to be anything else." The pink blush climbed up Nessie's face again.

We kept shooting ideas back and forth at each other the whole time, which seemed like an eternity. Most of it consisting the words "Not", "Human", "Impossible", and "I" "Don't" "Think" "So".

We lost track of time when I heard the bell ring. I let go of her, much to my dismay. A few kids came out the doors, since it was break.

"Hey, Nessie!" A familiar male voice called.

"Hi Vince, Amanda!" she called back and ran over to them. I got up and went toward them as well, bored out of my mind. I was surprised at how easily I was accepted into the conversation.

"Ugh. I hate Thompson. What the hell am I supposed to draw?" Vince complained.

"How about the mythical Idiot," his sister recommended. He grumbled as we laughed.

"Ooh! So what are you guys drawing?" Amanda asked enthusiastically. Nessie looked at me as if to signal I go first. Probably so hers wouldn't sound so out there in comparison. I smiled to myself.

"Werewolf." I replied nonchalantly. They cocked there heads to the side in an identical motion.

"Vampire." Nessie followed. They nodded in unison.

"Just out of curiosity," I started. This question was itching me, "I know you guys are siblings, but are you twins or something?"

They both turned slightly red and looked away.

"Amanda denies it. Because apparently, since she's 'older' she's more mature."

"That's because I am older!" she countered.

"Yeah, by like, four minutes!"

"I'm still older!" (A/N: I remember you have the same argument, A and Z)

I laughed, realizing this is how the Cullen's fight all the time. Especially Edward and Emmett.

The conversation split up; Amanda and Nessie went one way, and Vince and I the other.

"Dude. You really hate that Zeff guy, don't you?" He asked, starting conversation. I nodded. "He's always flirting with Nessie. Even though I don't like her or anything, it kinda pisses me off, ya know? He manages to get all the girls, but he's trying extra hard with her."

My head shot up in the middle of his little rant. I sighed. Okay, maybe a small growl, but too low for him to hear. Vince noticed my facial expression.

He burst out laughing.

"You like her don't you?" he realized. I felt my face turn a shade of red, which is pretty hard for me to do.

"No," I mumbled, which was true. I didn't like her. He had no clue what I felt for her. It starts with an 'L' but it sure as hell isn't 'Like'.

"Ha, dude, I could totally see it in your eyes during Art. You kept looking back at her, especially when you were talking to Zeff. So, does she know?"

I hated those types of questions. The ones that no matter if you replied yes or no, it would still come out wrong.

"I never said I liked her," I objected.

"Whatever you say, man. Whatever you say. Well, I have to go charm some of the ladies." He said as he walked off toward a group of cheerleaders.

If only he knew.