Chapter 9 of Love and Hate Collide
Jealousy, Drinking, & Aunts
I listened aimlessly as Tony drabbled on about how 'hot' I looked as we drove towards the night club. Once inside the parking lot, Tony helped me out of his car and into the night club.
Loud music and sweaty bodies were packed into the dimly lit room. "C'mon!" Tony grinned and pulled me towards the dance floor. With a sigh, I let him drag me into the middle of the crowd.
Letting the beat control my body, I danced with Tony, laughing. The strobe lights flashed, making everything seem to go in slow motion. I danced with Tony for three songs before heading over to the refreshment table.
"Oh, joy, Cullen's here." Tony groaned.
I spun on my heel, excited. I saw the familiar mop of bronze hair swarming its way through the crowd. Luke stopped on the corner of the floor and smirked at me. He was dancing with Miley Peters, a girl from school. They grinded together as I stood there motionless.
Luke smirked at me over Miley's head, a look in his eyes I've seen so many times. It hurt to stare at the two, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey are you okay?" Tony asked, his eyes full of concern. "We could leave if they're making you uncomfortable." He motioned towards Luke and Miley.
"No, we don't have to leave." I shook my head. "We just need to get away from them."
Tony's eyes twinkled with excitement. "I know just the place." He took my hand and we weaved our way through the crowded club towards a door behind the bar that said employees only. He pushed the door open and led me up the stairs and onto the roof.
"This is so cool!" I exclaimed, running towards the edge. I gripped the bar tightly and peered over the edge. Tony laughed, coming up next to me.
"So, what do you wanna talk about?" I asked, turning around so I could face him.
"Hmm," Tony wrinkled his brow in concentration. "20 questions?"
I snickered. "Sure,"
"'Kay, what's you're favorite color?"
I bit my lip, thinking about the different shades of white. "Gray."
"Gray?"
I nodded. "Gray is black and white mixed together. White represents purity and wholesomeness while black represents evil and elegance. Together, it means gray is neither bad nor good, just like Yin and Yang."
"I never thought of it that way before." Tony's brow wrinkled again. "Favorite food?"
"Spaghetti," I answered without a second thought. A gust of wind made me shiver. Tony offered me his jacket. I refused. Tony draped it over my shoulders, despite my protests.
"Thanks," I murmured, snuggling into the warm jacket. Tony subtly moved closer to me. "Tony…" I stepped away.
"Sorry." Tony hung his head like a scolded ten year old. I couldn't help but find that incredibly adorable. He peeked at me through his lashes. "Please forgive me?"
I nodded, pressing my lips together to try to keep from smiling. "Thee are forgiven."
Tony took my hand with cautious eyes. He pressed his lips gingerly against my knuckles, his eyes never leaving from my face. I blinked, stunned. Now I wasn't on the roof anymore. I was in my driveway, with Lucas Cullen's lips pressed against my hand, not Tony's.
"Let's go inside," I said in a rush, taking Tony down the stairs back into the nightclub.
LPOV
I watched my Nessie come down the stairs, her hand joined with Tony's. Her lips were stretched into a smile; she seemed to be having a good time. That is, until she looked over at me. At once, her smile disappeared and I saw the same expression I'd seen earlier in the cafeteria.
Hurt.
Renesmee turned away, shaking her head.
"So, Luke," Miley said, trying to make her voice seem sexy. I think.
"Is there something wrong with your voice?" I interrupted. Miley looked like a slut tonight, there was no denying it. She was wearing a too tiny mini-skirt and a lime green tank top that was obviously stuffed.
"No," Miley squeaked, her voice sounding small.
"Bye Missy." I murmured, leaving a pissed off Miley behind me. I weaved my way through the crowd, searching for my Nessie. I saw her just as she left the exit, Tony close behind.
I'd missed her.
Again.
RPOV
Throughout the car ride home, Tony had managed to squeeze seventeen more questions in, leaving the last one as a 'surprise.'
He stopped in front of my house and killed the engine. "Time for the last question?" I asked, my eyebrow raised towards him. Tony just nodded, wringing his hands in his lap. "Shoot."
Tony took a deep breath, his adam's apple bobbing slightly in his throat. "What, what," Tony stammered. "What would you do if I kissed you?" He asked, looking straight at me.
I almost jumped in surprise. Tony wanted to... kiss me? Tony leaned towards me in the car until his lips were inches away. His minty breath wafted across my face. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my lips firmly against his. Ever so carefully, Tony moved his lips against mine, his lips warm.
Shakily, I brought my hands up to his shoulders. Then I imagined the unthinkable. What if I was kissing Luke, not Tony?
I kissed Tony back hungrily, hands moving up to his neck. His fingers tangled in my hair as his kisses began more urgent and forceful. Tony's -no, Luke's- mouth opened slightly, his tongue gently carrassing my bottom lip. I broke away, gasping for breath. I looked up, half expecting to see brown eyes. Instead, I was met by ice blue.
Tony leaned back in his seat, a grin etched upon his face. I stared intently at him, comparing him mentally to Luke.
Luke's messy bronze hair, Tony's black hair cut so his bangs hid his forehead.
Tony's blue eyes, Luke's deep brown ones, the color of dark chocolate.
Luke's ever changing personality, Tony's calm, cool manner.
"Bye," I whispered, kissing Tony chastily on the cheek.
"I'll pick you up around seven," Tony offered as I got out of the car.
"Sure," I shrugged, running up to the house. I closed the door quietly and tip-toed to the stairs. My foot was hovering over the bottom step when I was met by a nasally voice.
"Where have you been?" Renata asked, the lights switching on.
Oh shit.
"Um, I was out with a friend," I said, turning around to face my aunt. Her reddish hair, similar to Heidi's, was disheveled, it looked if she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes had deep circles under them, her skin showing the slightest of wrinkles. Even though, she still seemed pretty. Add that onto the list of things I hate about my aunt.
"Liar." She spat, her eyes narrowing. "Why would you have any friends?" The way her words slurred, I was sure she had had a few to drink.
"I do too have friends." I muttered.
"Did you just talk back to me?" Renata hissed. Double shit.
I quickly shook my head, waiting for the blow. "Liar!" Renata shouted. Maybe just a more than a few drinks...
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room. I stumbled backwards, falling on my butt. Renata laughed cruelly as I clutched my cheek with a trembling hand. Her hand was still outstretched from when she hit me.
Tears falling down my face, I ran up to my room. I slammed the door, locking it before I collapsed onto my bed. I sobbed into the pillows, bringing my knees up to my chest. I hated my father. I hated my mother. I hated Renata.
Slowly, I sat up. I opened the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out a faded picture. A smiling little girl, in between her mother and father, beamed up at me. I swiftly traced my mother's face, then my father's.
I curled up again, the cool glass of the frame against my cheek as I fell asleep.
I know. Renesmee gets abused!? Only when her aunt is insanely drunk, like in the story. A small bit of Renesmee's past was revealed. *wink wink* Luke was JeAlOuS!! ANYWAY. PLEASE review you guys. R&Ring gets you quicker updates.
