Chapter Eleven-Riley

I woke up in bed I didn't recognize, disoriented. I sat straight up. My ankle gave a throb of pain and I hissed in agony.

"Renesmee?" I called. "Sam?" The door creaked open. I stared at Sam as he walked in.

"Hi," he mumbled, not making eye contact. "I found you in the woods with a sprained ankle, so-"

"Don't lie to me," I snapped. "What was that, with the wolf and Renesmee?" Sam stilled, but then turned to look at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said slowly. He's such a terrible liar.

"Yes, you do," I snarled back at him. "Tell me the truth: what are you? What is Renesmee? And what was that other boy?"

"By the Moon, Riley. I really don't know what you're talking about," he retorted, exasperated.

"'By the Moon'? Nobody says that," I snapped. "And where are we, anyways?" Sam's eyes lowered.

"Um, my house," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "My parents are away and I couldn't bring you to the hospital." I just looked at him.

"Did you think to bring me to my house?" I asked dryly.

"I have my reasons," he said softly. His eyes said more, though. I knew that I didn't imagine that scene in the woods, but I didn't push it. Suddenly, he snapped his eyes back up to mine. My breathing hitched, and I swallowed, my throat dry. Sam looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn't. After a moment of awkward silence, he said suddenly, "Your ankle is sprained. I put a wrap on it. Do you want to go home, or something? I'll walk you." I sighed through my nose. Sam had walked me home many times before, as I lived down the street from him.

"Alright," I responded. I flung the covers off of my body and swung my legs over the side, sitting up. Sam offered me his arm, and as I stood up, I slung my arm over his shoulder to balance myself. We got a few steps forward, but then I stumbled and tripped. Almost inhumanly fast, Sam caught me from falling. Our faces were only inches apart.

And then we were kissing. I couldn't tell you who made the first move, just that one kissed the other back. Sam was holding me now, completely supporting my weight. When I broke the kiss to breathe, he carried me over to the couch to set me down. In the end, he kind of just put me on it all crumpled, but he sat down beside me and pressed his lips to mine.

"How old are you really?" I whispered, pulling away. At this point, I knew Sam wasn't human, but I didn't want to be kissing an eighty year old supernatural being. As Sam looked into my eyes, realization dawned on him.

"Fifteen. I'll be sixteen in a few months." My shoulders sagged in relief.

"What are you?" I asked him quietly. He shook his head.

"Some other time." He kissed me yet again, and this time a new kind of shudder overtook my body.

"I," he growled, "have wanted to do this"-he brushed a kiss to the corner of my mouth-"since I first met you." I curled into his side.

"Mmm." Suddenly, I remembered what was going on this weekend. "Sam?" I asked.

"Yes?" he responded.

"You know I'm supposed to go to the dance with Mark, right?" Sam didn't do anything for a moment.

"Yes," he responded finally.

"Maybe I can tell him about this, or something," I murmured, but I was content to spend the rest of the day with Sam.

AN: The next chapter is going to be the dance (the climax of the story)! I'm glad I'm almost finished with this so that I can focus on my Maximum Ride story (which needs filler chapters, and I hate writing fillers). Sorry this is so late! Reviews?