Chapter 10

Truth

Previously in Flipped:

"Tonight was really nice," I say softly, biting my lip and looking down at my feet. I finger my necklace slowly,

His fingers bring my chin up, forcing me gently to look at him. "It's going on my list," He says with a chuckle.

I smile, "It better."

He licks his lips, "You know what would make it even better?"

My breath catches, "What?" I ask in a breathy sigh.

He leans closer to me, "This." his lips meet mine softly, sending sparks through out my entire body. I wrap my arms around his neck and try to give him the best kiss I've ever given him. A few moments later, we pull away - both of us breathless.

"Definitely made it better," He said, a bit out of breath.

I giggle, "I'm glad I could make it better."

He grins at me, "Goodnight, Nessie."

"Night, Jake." I rub my lips together and watch him walk back to his car and leave. A huge grin falls onto my face as I go inside. I shut the door quietly and rest my back against it, sighing in happiness.

"Renesmee," Dad said, bringing me out of my oblivious state, "was that Jacob Black?"

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"Renesmee," Dad says again, standing at the top of the stairs, crossing his arms. "Answer the question."

My head was swimming. I was caught in a lie. I had to tell the truth. Dad saw us.

"Yes…" I said, looking up at him. "I didn't go out with Alex tonight. I had a date with Jacob, and Alice told me about what happened twelve years ago, and so I wasn't sure how you would react, so we kept it a secret." I bit my lip and looked down at the plush carpet, hoping my father wouldn't be to upset.

"You mean when Sarah died, and his father sued myself and my attending?"

"And how Billy said that he never wanted to see us again." I add softly. "He doesn't know."

"I really wish you wouldn't do this, Renesmee." He said. "Renesmee, I'm not mad. At Billy or you. Billy and I…Sarah and your mother, we were best friends, and Sarah died. It was a tragedy. Billy was mad that she died, and took it out on her doctors, who happened to be Dr. Hunt and myself. I understand what he did, and why. I wish he hadn't, but he did. And I really wish that you would have come to us about Jacob, instead of going behind our backs, and lying."

"You're not mad?" I asked quietly, lifting my head at his words.

Dad shook his head, and smiled. "No. Just, next time, ask us, if your aunt tells you about some ex-friendship like mine and Billy's, okay?"

"Yeah, Dad, sure." I agree, a smile on my face.

"Also—have Jacob over for dinner. We haven't seen him in years."

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By the time I woke up the next morning, Mom and Dad had left for their rounds. I did my usual morning routine, eat breakfast, and take a shower, etcetera, before calling Jacob about what my Dad had told me last night.

"Hey, beautiful." Jacob answered.

I smiled. "Hey, Jake." I said, biting my lower lip.

"Did you have fun last night?"

"I did…thanks for the date."

"You're welcome." he said with a chuckle,

"Hey…my dad caught us last night…on the porch." I started,

"What?" He asked urgently, the fear seeping into his tone.

"My dad saw us. When I came in the house after you left, he was standing at the top of the stairs, and then I told him the truth." I answered truthfully,

"Is he mad?" Jacob asked, his voice was quite.

"No…well, sort of. I don't really know. If anything, he's mad at me for not telling the truth."

"I told you they weren't mad at my family." Jacob laughed.

"Yeah…well, hey, he told me to invite you over for dinner…so, do you want to come over tonight? My parents are off." I asked, hoping he would accept.

"Sounds like a plan." Jake said. "What time do you want me over?"

"Um…how about six?" I suggested, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"I'll be there." I imagined Jacob smiling.

"Great. See you then." I hung up my phone, and fell across my bed in a huff. That had been easier than I thought.

After a few minutes, I got off of my bed, and decided to watch a few episodes of my favorite TV show. By the time I was starting my lunch, Mom and Dad came back from Swedish.

"Hey," I said, putting the noodles in the boiling water. "How's Jackson doing, Mom?"

"Great." Mom smiled. "He's recovering much faster than anyone expected."

Jackson was that kid with the liver transplant Mom had done a few days ago. I had visited him, and the other kids in the pediatric ward on Thursday, like I do every week for my volunteer work. He was by far my favorite kid; the one I would spend a little extra time with each Thursday. I was glad to hear that he was doing better; especially since the last time I saw him, he was at death's door.

I smiled. "That's great. Do you think he'll be up for a visit on Thursday?"

"I don't know." Mom said, walking into the kitchen. "I can let you know by Wednesday."

"Okay…"I turn off the stove heat, and add the small flavor packet to the water.

"So…I called Jake about dinner today. We were thinking about doing it tonight."

"Tonight?" Dad raised his eyebrow. "You want him to meet the family?"

"The entire family?" Mom smiled. "You must really like Jacob."

"Yeah…" I smiled. "It's different with him."

"Well, it looks like we have a dinner to get ready for." Mom smiled walking over to me to help me prepare the food.

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After I put tonight's dinner in the oven—my homemade lasagna—I went into my room to get an outfit put together. After twenty minutes, I decided on my black Ponte biker's dress. I added a thick black belt, and my black Gucci cage sandals. I went to my bathroom, and took a quick shower. After, I put some moose in my hair, and blow-dry it. I add a bunch of silver bangle bracelets, some earrings, a nose stud, and then I put a silver butterfly headband in my hair.

When I was done, my grandparents, Esme, Carlisle, and Charlie arrive.

Renee and Phil only came for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

"Oh my, look at you!" Esme smiled, giving me a hug. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." I smiled, returning the hug with a blush.

"Who is he?" Esme asked, looking me in the eye.

"What?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Who is the boy you invited over for dinner?" Esme smiled.

I bite my lip, excitement bubbling up in my stomach "Jacob Black." I say finally, a smile beaming on my face.

"Black?" Esme asked. "Didn't his father tell you to stay away from his family?" Esme looked over at Dad.

"He doesn't know." I said.

Esme raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I was greeted by my grandfathers, and then the rest of the family came in the house. I was surprised that Aunt Rose had come, since Aimee was only four days old. She was very cute, though. Aimee had Rose's blonde hair, and my father's green eyes. She was so tiny!

Everyone flocked into the living room, and I joined them. I spent the rest of the time holding Aimee. We sat around and talked, Rose and Alice drilling me questions about Jacob.

At six, the doorbell rang. Dad beat me to the door.

"Hi, Dr. Cullen." Jacob said nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Jacob." Dad nodded. "It's good to see you after twelve years. You have grown up into a fine young man."

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." Jacob said, just as nervous.

"Come in. Renesmee's waiting." Dad moved out of Jake's way, and he walked into the house.

"Jacob." Mom smiled warmly. "It's good to see you. How have you been?"

"Good, Mrs. Cullen."

"How's that head of yours?"

"Much better." Jacob smiled for the first time since coming into the house.

"Well, dinner's done." I said, after handing Aimee to Uncle Emmett. "Whose hungry?"

Uncle Emmett set Aimee down the in the old playpen, and everyone settles at the table. Jacob helped me set everything on the table—salad, homemade garlic bread, and Parmesan cheese—and I brought out the lasagna.

Genesis, Genevieve, and Sapphira were in love with Jacob. It was really cute how they tried to impress him.

Jacob would never be rude; he would always smile and be nice. He made sure to never hurt their feelings, and I was touched that he wasn't upset about them. Jacob was turning out to be better than I thought, and to say that I was possibly falling for him was completely true. There was no 'possibly'.

It was definitely.