I was shocked, to say the least. Married? At 11? I wasn't sure if Jacob was thinking straight. He nudged my arm, smiling from ear to ear, waiting for me to answer, looking at me like he was sure I was going to say yes. I wasn't sure what to say. I love him, and I would eventually marry him, but at 11 years old? I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready for all the white and the flowers, and I knew Aunt Alice would make my wedding like that, no matter how old I was. And the honeymoon? Please, I just recently recovered from the 'boys-have-cooties' stage. I looked up again, only to see Jacob staring at me intently. He noticed my hesitation and looked concerned. I wasn't sure whether I should say yes and make a show for these people, or just run away. I didn't want to say yes here and go home and tell him I wasn't ready. So I bit the bullet, and ran out of there as fast as I could.

Once I was outside, I called my mom, crying hysterically

"Mom, please come pick me up. I'm at the school, and I just really need someone here to get me away from Jacob right now."

"Um, okay honey, but, is everything okay? What did he do? I knew he would do something, that jerk. Are you okay?" she was practically growling with frustration, and I could just picture her with steam coming out of her ears.

"Mom, I'll explain later, just, come."

"Okay sweetie, dad will be there ASAP."

"Thanks," I muttered, flipping the phone shut. I should have expected something like this. This imprinting crap was just too much for me.

I felt someone's hand on my back and immediately knew it was Jacob. I stayed quiet, not really sure what to say. I knew I must have really embarrassed him, but he would get over it soon enough if he really loved me, and respect the fact that I wasn't ready.

"Renesmee, I'm sorry. I thought our relationship was real. I thought you were sure about this. But, from the look on your face in there, I guess you're not. Nessie, if there's someone else, just tell me. I won't be mad. I'll just kill them." He laughed humorlessly.

"Jacob, we are perfect for each other. And I love you. And god knows there is NO ONE else, but I'm just not ready. I'm eleven years old. Just try to remember that. I just want to have some more experiences before I get married and have kids. You know, the whole high school thing. I mean, I don't know about you, but I don't really want to be married in high school."

He didn't say anything as I saw my dad's silver Volvo pull up right in front of me.

I turned around again, not saying a word, and quickly pecked Jake on the cheek.

As I got in the car, my dad was fuming, and I didn't blame him.

"What the hell did he do to you, Renesmee. I swear, if he tried to pull anything-" I stopped this before it turned into the talk.

"Dad, he didn't try to pull anything. He- well- asked me to marry him." I blurted. Oops. It was too bad I wanted to keep my boyfriend alive. I knew my dad well enough, that in any moment he would start with the death threats.

"I can't believe he has the nerve to do that. You are 11 years old, Renesmee. I swear, I am going to freaking kill him." I chuckled at how well I knew my father.

"What is so funny, Renesmee? Because if you think this is funny, we are going to have some serious problems, you and I."

"Dad. Take deep breaths. He didn't try to murder me. He just proposed. You can't expect him to take our relationship nice and slow. If you would shut up and remember, he did imprint on me."

He was speechless.

"Just calm down. It's not a big deal. I only panicked and called mom because I didn't know what to do. I-"he interrupted me. I swear, this man was going to be the death of me.

"You said no, right, Renesmee?"

"Not exactly, dad." I said in a shaky voice, just to scare him. My plan worked beautifully. I couldn't wait to go home and tell mom.

He swerved off the road and slammed on the breaks.

"YOU WHAT?" he screamed. As if I couldn't hear him. He was sitting right next to me. I immediately regretted not sitting in the backseat.

"I ran out of there as fast as I could, and called mom right away. Then as you were driving to the school, he came outside. He said nothing and you pulled up. End of story." I lied.

He immediately softened.

"OH, then in that case, I'm very proud of you, sweetie, and I hope you had fun."

"Yeah, I guess I did. Well it is kind of funny, the prom queen ran right out of the prom. That'll be a good yearbook picture." I pouted.

"As long as you said no honey, that's all I care about." My father said, kissing the top of my head.

We pulled into the driveway, and I scared to death to open the front door of my house.

Sure enough, when I opened it, I faced my mom, two aunts, and grandma, all screaming in my face. This was going to be a lovely night.