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Chapter 10 Playing Pretend

I changed my mind the second I walked up the front steps to Forks High School. Everything hummed with energy as everyone ran from their lockers to their classes. I wondered the halls for a while before finally coming across the main office as depicted in faded blue letters.

"Hi," I smiled at the large woman standing behind the desk. Her pointed glasses and bright colored sweater stood out, and coupled with her pointed noise I could almost see her in the form of a bird sitting happily behind the desk. "I need my class schedule."

She smiled brightly at me before looking down at her computer. "What's your name sweetheart?" She asked.

"Renesmee Cullen" I responded.

"Renesmee, that's an unusual name."

I felt heat climb my face under her scrutinizing gaze.

"It's a family name." I allowed.

She handed me the paper depicting my temporary life. I snatched it and walked out with my back straight and my chin held up a notch. The schedule said I had English first and I looked at the classrooms trying to figure out how the numbers went. Apparently they had built on, so some halls were numbered oddly. Once the numbers jumped from the 200's to the 500's and back down to the 300's. How am I supposed to learn anything in a place that doesn't even know how to count? I asked myself as I finally found my classroom.

I walked in and everyone stopped talking as all eyes gravitated to me.

"Miss. Cullen I presume?" The woman stopped talking and glared at me. "You can take your seat next to Mr. McCarthy."

I assumed McCarthy was the young man leaning back in his chair with a 'devil may care' attitude plastered on his face. He smiled at me as I stood up straight, pretending to ignore all the eyes that followed me from the front to the back of the room.

McCarthy wore dark clothing though his tight sleeveless shirt showed off his biceps and his black cargo pants made him look cool without having to wear his pants below his butt, a trend I was thankful hadn't caught on in Forks just yet. Maybe it was because the rain would soak their bottoms straight through the thin boxers.

I ignored the warning that shot through me as I reached his table. Something deep inside was telling me to run.

I sat down and took a deep breath, pulling out the supplies I had gotten just the day before. A notebook I used to take basic notes on Shakespeare; some pencils, and a few pens. I kept imagining Romeo and Juliet as vampires and humans. It was my parent's story. They were two different people from two different circumstances, though there story had ended a lot happier.

"You're drawings are incredible." McCarthy said beside me, pulling me out of my daydream.

"Oh," I muttered looking at the columns of my bright red notebook. "yeah."

"You like wolves?" He asked pulling off his sunglasses and taking his legs off the table. His voice was smooth and alluring as he spoke. And he had a confidence I rarely saw in humans.

"Yeah." I smiled looking down at the detailed wolf; it was Jacob.

The bell rang and I collected my stuff. Then looked down at my schedule and glanced around the room. Most everyone else had already left.

"Do you know where room 867 is?" I asked looking up to find McCarthy gone as well. Great, I thought another hour spent just looking for my class.

When I finally found it, Economics went by without anything eventful happening. American history passed the same way and before I knew it, it was time for lunch. I walked in trying not to notice how everyone stared at me.

I grabbed a small lunch, a chicken salad that didn't really look as appetizing as it should have. Looking around seeing various tables to sit at, I then marched towards one sitting empty in a corner. Suddenly someone bumped the try out of my hands.

"Ops" The girl said smiling down at me, she was a good head taller "My bad."

A few girls behind her laughed and I struggled to figure out what they thought was so damn funny. They all looked similar in the skinny, blond hair, and blue eyes way. The one who had knocked the tray out of my hand seemed to be the leader and she grinned at me in a menacing way. I briefly imagined throwing her across the room just to see the look on her face.

"Listen here dolly" She snapped "this is my school. I don't care how cute you are or how much everyone already seems to like you. I've already spread the word that you're a slut, so don't even think you're going to get any man in this school, especially Kent McCarthy!"

"Nessie," A voice called from behind me as a familiar figure came my way. It took me a while to shake off the shock of her simply being there as she came up to me, linking her arm with mine. "Is there a problem here?" She asked looking at my new Barbie looking 'friend'. They locked gazes for a while before the heard of look-alikes turned and marched over to their own table.

"I didn't need your help." I snapped at Milly, leaning over to pick up the salad mess and throw it away.

"John is holding a table for us, unless you'd rather sit with Little Miss Bitch and her crew?" Milly grinned, helping me pick up my ruined lunch. I caught sight of her eyes and was thankful that she was smart enough to put in contacts instead of walking around with red irises.

"Thanks" I muttered as she grabbed me a new salad and lead us over to a small table in the corner.

"No problem, I'm used to people not liking me purely out of being jealous." She smiled helping herself to my chocolate milk but nothing else. "It's a vampire thing."

I nodded grabbing my fork and slowly eating my salad. I wasn't sure what I could really say to that.

"How did the two of you convince my mom to let you guys come to school?" I wondered aloud turning to John who favored me with a smile.

"Well," He grinned "We don't exactly have permission to be here."

"I'm sure mom's pissed." I laughed. "I don't think she'll let the two of you come back."

Milly looked around then back at me "I kinda told everyone that we're your cousins."

I sighed "So if you guys stop coming to school everyone's going to look into me."

"Sorry." John added keeping his eyes on the crowd instead of us "Milly was worried about you; she said that you've never been to a real school so you needed someone to look after you."

"I don't need anyone's help; I can do just fine on my own." I snapped; though I was thinking quite the opposite. It was nice having someone I knew around.

"Who's he?" Milly asked as she pointed across the room ignoring my earlier comment.

I turned to see McCarthy sitting at a back table across the room. He was looking at us shamelessly, with what looked like curiosity plan to see on his face. He pulled back on his sunglasses and put his feet up on the empty table. His eyes seemed to sear into me even from that distance and I was aware for the rest of lunch that his eyes were trained on me. Even through those dark sunglasses.

After lunch Milly and I ran around the school for a while and finally found the class we shared, Ethology. I was surprised a place like Forks had a class dedicated to the study of animal behavior; it was the only science class that was open so they'd tossed us into it.

We walked in late, like I had to every other class, but this time I froze in the doorway.

My heart quickened and I tried to act normal.

"Ah Ladies," The man smiled turning to me "you're both late. I'll see the two of you after class."

I nodded and followed Milly to the empty table in the back of the classroom. I was vaguely aware of Miss. Bitch and one of her lookalikes glaring at me from the front row. I pulled out my green notebook, still keeping my eyes fixed to the front of the classroom.

"Now, as I was saying." He smiled turning toward the board. "My name is Mr. Jacob Black."