A/N: So this chapter is shorter than I would've liked it to be. But the good news is, I already have the next chapter written. So the more you guys review, the faster I'll get that posted (:

Chapter V--Busted

Renesmee

That happened to be no other than Jacob Black.

"Why are you here?" I hissed again, significantly eyeing Breanne. She had no idea who Jacob was; and I had been trying pretty damn hard to keep it that way.

"Who is he?" Breanne asked again. I ignored her question.

"I'll be right back down," I mumbled irritably. I ran up the steps faster than I should've and grabbed my bag and shoes from Breanne's bedroom. I hurried back down the steps.

"ThanksforhavingmeoverIwillseeyoutomorrow," I mumbled to Bree, barely understanding the incoherent jumble of words myself.

Before she could answer, I slid out the door and slammed it loudly. I strode over to the car—my father's Lexus, and yanked open the door. I refused to look at Jacob as he slid into the driver's seat and started the car.

Jacob seemed content ignoring me. He turned the radio on and began to hum along to a song I didn't recognize.

I sighed loudly. Jacob only began to hum louder; I could hear the smile lining his voice. I turned abruptly around in my seat, giving Jake a harsh glare.

"Why the hell did you come get me? I thought Alice was coming!"

"She got a little held up at the mall—so she called your house and asked if someone else could come get you. I just happened to be around so I offered to do it."

"How nice of you!" I scoffed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "What the hell am I supposed to tell Breanne?" As I said the words, my cell phone began to vibrate. I pressed the reject button and turned off my phone. I was in no mood to explain things to Breanne right now. "What did you tell her anyway?"

"Well, you didn't really give us much time to say much of anything," Jacob reminded me. "I just told her I was a family friend."

"I was really hoping that she'd never have to find out about you…" I muttered, turning away from Jacob. I turned my gaze out the window. It was beginning to drizzle. I watched as we sped past the thick foliage, which was only a blur of green. Jacob drove almost as fast as my father. "I didn't want to have to explain you."

"You know, you made it worse by making a show out of it," Jacob pointed out; I heard a grin in his voice.

"Shut up," I mumbled, refusing to divert my gaze from the window.

"You're just mad because I'm right," he told me smugly. I could imagine his lips turning up into a grin. When Jacob smiled, I found it harder to stay angry with him. Which was exactly why I refused to face him.

"Shut up!"

He only chuckled. We pulled into the long, winding driveway a moment later. As soon as the car came to a stop, I yanked open the door and stormed out of the car.

"You're welcome!" Jacob called as I stomped toward the front door.

I turned abruptly on my heel, watching as Jacob stood in the rain, grinning like a fool. My eyes caught his, those warm brown one's that looked exactly like a sad puppy's that you couldn't stay mad at no matter how hard you tried. "Go home, Jake." The words did not come out nearly as vehemently as I had hoped.

I pushed open the front door, entering the spacious foyer. The house was silent, and I subconsciously wondered where everyone was. I let my bag slide off my shoulder, kicking it out of sight behind the immaculate white couch. A moment later, my mother entered through the screen door, clad in a bathrobe, her long hair dripping wet.

"You and Dad had dibs on the pool today?" I raised my eyebrows knowingly.

It had been Emmett's idea to get a pool, and his idea to use it for his and Rosalie's own…pleasure. He had insisted that it was "wicked awesome" and that everyone had to try it. It was now turning out to be the most popular pastime in our eventless household. I only tried not to think too much about what exactly went on in the pool when I used it myself.

My mother lowered her head shamefully, avoiding my gaze. She pulled her bathrobe more snugly across her chest. It was as though she were blushing without the actual blush. Apparently, that had been one of her prominent talents in her human life. Any mention of my mother's sex life embarrassed her, especially in front of me.

My father entered the room a moment later, wearing only a towel on his hips. His exposed torso glistened with tiny droplets of water.

Shit, I thought to myself. I hadn't planned very well for the initial run in with my father; I had been too furious with Jacob to do any planning on the car ride home. My first instinct was to run, but I would only draw more attention to myself. Stay calm, I commanded myself. Don't think about lunch…

I began to recite the Pledge of Allegiance in Latin fervently in my mind until I could manage to slip away.

Fidem meum obligo…

My father didn't seem to notice me at first as he slid his arms around my mother's waist and nuzzled her neck with his lips.

I began to slowly step away.

"Umm…darling," my mother muttered, motioning toward me.

Shit.

My father's head jerked up. "Nessie!" he "blushed" just as my mother had. "I didn't see you there…"

"I noticed…" I mumbled, dying to get away. I continued to chant the Pledge. Vexillo civitatum, Americae Foederatarum, et Rei…

My father eyed me warily, finally taking the time to focus in on my thoughts.

Publicae, pro qua stat. "I'll leave you two love birds alone and finish up my homework," I said in a rush, turning to hurry up the steps.

"Not so fast," my father warned me.

Shit, shit, shit. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to focus on my Latin recitation. Uni nationi, Deo ducente non dividendae, cum libertate iustitiaque omnibus.

"You're hiding something from me." It wasn't a question; it was an accusation.

"Are you sure?" my mother defended me automatically.

"She's reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in Latin, Bella," he snapped. "I'm sure."

My mother cowered slightly, not wanting to anger him any further while he was in an irritated mood.

"We need to talk," my father stated.

"With you dressed like that?" I raised my eyebrows as I motioned to his lack of clothing. Unlike my mother, I tended to further aggravate my father when he was in a mood.

He pulled his lips into a thin line. He knew I was making a good point. He sighed heavily. "It will only take me a few minutes to dress. You will wait in here until I come back."

His disappeared around the corner with my mother.

So of course, as soon as he was out of sight, I ran.