A/N: Sorry I've been so behind on posting lately. :C But i hope you like this chapter! I'm about to start typing chapter 12 and hen I'll start writing chapter 13. Sorry if this chapter is uncomfortable-feeling. Same with chapter 12... (I know, I know, I always say that... But i just want to make sure!) Thanks for reading! :D

Chapter 11: Arguments and Explanations

Renesmee Cullen's POV

I was sitting in the passenger seat of Ryan's car. It was a convertible, something I've never rode in before because of my sparkly family.

"This is so cool!" I said enthusiastically.

He laughed. "It was my sixteenth birthday present," he informed me.

"Awesome!" I said.

"So, do you drive a car?" he asked.

"No…" I admitted. "I don't have my license yet…"

"You don't?" he asked, surprised.

"No. My dad won't let me get one yet," I said grudgingly.

"Oh. That sucks," he said. He wasn't bragging; he's not like that. He was sympathizing.

I kept directing him to my house, and we got there a few minutes later.

We pulled up the long driveway and Ryan parked by the garage. The rest of my family was already here, though. I opened the car door and climbed out. Ryan came around to my side of the car and I led him inside the house.

"Wow, Ness, your house is beautiful," Ryan admired.

I smiled. "Thanks."

Veronica was practically sitting on Jacob's lap, arms around his neck. Everybody else was sitting on the other couches or in another room. But when I walked in, Jake, who was pretending to like Veronica at the moment, turned his attention to me.

I said hi to Carlisle and Esme, who I called "mom" and "dad", and sat down on the couch with Ryan.

"Hi…" I said awkwardly to Bella as she stared at me and Ryan.

"Hello, Renesmee…" she responded.

Ryan was sitting awkwardly next to me, so I decided to introduce him to my family.

"Um… Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Ryan," I said, trying not to look at Jake's hurt expression. "Ryan, this is Edward, Bella, Alice, Rosalie, and Jacob," I said, going around the room. "Jasper and Emmett are—"

"Hiking," my father interrupted.

"Yeah," I agreed.

Everybody was staring at us, and I could tell Ryan was getting very uncomfortable.

I stood up. "Come on, Ryan." I took his hand and he stood up. I pulled him towards the stairs.

"Renesmee, where are you going?" my father asked sternly.

"My room, where do you think?" I responded, heading up the stairs. Since I could feel his glare, I added the thought, We're not going to do anything.

He relaxed a bit but not fully. Tell Jacob that, he forced into my brain.

I sighed and thought sourly, He's sort of busy with his girlfriend.

You know he's pretending. You're not pretending. You're hurting him.

Just like he's hurting me, I countered.

Yes, maybe, but you agreed with him on that. You didn't even ask him about Ryan, he retorted.

Wow. I never thought I'd see the day when Edward Cullen would defend Jacob Black instead of his own daughter, I thought. I was done listening now. I ignored every other thought he sent to me, and gave him no reply.

Ryan and I were upstairs now, and I led him to my room. I opened the door and sat down on the couch. Yes, my room was very big, though it was one of the smaller rooms. Ryan said that.

"Oh my God. You're room is huge," he said, appalled.

I laughed a little. "Yeah, it is."

He sat next to me. "So…I'm really your boyfriend now?" he asked.

I smiled at him. "Yes, you are."

He smiled back. "Good."

We were still talking to each other when I heard Jake's voice from downstairs.

"I'll be right back," he said to Veronica. He stood up, and Veronica fell off his lap and onto the couch. I heard him coming up the stairs.

I decided to sit on Ryan's lap. He looked very surprised.

A few seconds later, Jacob threw the door open and walked over to the couch. "Renesmee, I need to talk to you," he ordered in a hard voice.

Ryan looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it.

"No," I said stubbornly. "I'm with my boyfriend, and you should be with your girlfriend."

"Renesmee. Now," he demanded.

"No!" I screeched.

He took my hand, surprisingly gentle for his anger, and pulled me to the door.

I struggled, trying to get free with all my strength. But of course, he barely had to try to contain me. "Let me go, Jacob!"

"I'll let you go once I talk to you," he told me.

He pulled me through the door and down the stairs. I could hear Ryan get up and start to descend down the stairs, too, but he stopped in the living room. Jacob, however, continued to pull me through the front door and into the trees.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked angrily.

"Here," he said, stopping. He still restrained me.

"What do you want?" I demanded furiously.

He stood silent for a few moments, and then exploded with fury. "What the hell, Renesmee? Why the hell are you dating Ryan? You didn't even ask me! At least I asked you about Veronica! And I wasn't even serious about that! But you seem serious about dating Ryan! Why the hell would you do this to me?"

"Oh, am I hurting you, Jacob? Oh, I'm so sorry because, you know, watching Veronica crawl all over you and glorify you is just so easy for me to watch! And I shouldn't need to ask you if I wanted to date Ryan! You're not my father!" I erupted, too.

"I know I'm not, but you didn't even ask him!" he yelled, trembling.

"Well, I'm sorry! Next time, I'll ask him," I retorted.

"Next time? No! There won't be a next time! Because Ryan will be your only high school boyfriend," he said heatedly.

"Okay. He'll be my only boyfriend," I said. The pained, devastated expression on his face told me he caught the meaning of my words.

"Ness…" was all he could choke out.

"What?" I said, angry at myself, but trying to hide it.

"You…you don't really mean that, do you?" he asked, both hope and doubt in his voice.

I nodded slowly, avoiding his eyes. "Yes, I mean it, Jacob." And to a certain, twisted extent, I did. I didn't want to be his girlfriend.

He started trembling faster, his shape blurring, but he tried to keep control. "Why, Renesmee? Why do you mean it?"

"Because, I don't want to be your girlfriend. Veronica's your girlfriend. I—" I started to say, but then a tearing sound cut through the air, and Jacob was no longer in front of me, a wolf was. The wolf looked sad, angry, hurt, betrayed, and ashamed all at the same time.

Then the wolf dashed away.

"Jake," I called in a weak, almost strangled voice. Tears were blinding me. I couldn't even see him anymore, nor hear him.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears leaking from behind my eyelids. I wiped them away and walked slowly back to the house.

When I opened the door, all eyes were on me.

"Where's Jake?" Veronica asked.

I looked at my father and then to Veronica. "He ran away. Temporarily," I said. Then I rethought, remembering his pain again. "Maybe." I looked back to my dad, who nodded at me.

"Damn it," he mumbled and stood up. "I'm going to go look for him. I'll be back…when I'm back," he said, running a human pace out the front door.

Bring necessary clothing, I thought to him. He phased.

Edward sighed and ran back inside and up the stairs, presumably to Jacob's room to get him a pair of shorts. Then he ran back down the stairs and out the door again.

I sat down on the couch next to Ryan. My mother, from across the room, asked me, "What happened?"

"He ran away," I repeated.

"Yes, I know that, but why?"

"We had a fight. Jake got mad and upset," I explained. Then I thought to Bella, Wolf.

"Oh," my mom answered. I started to cry silent tears.

Ryan joined the conversation. "Wait, Ness, did he hurt you or something?" he asked frantically.

"No," I said quickly. "He wouldn't do that to me." There weren't many things I was sure of at the moment, but that was one thing I was certain about.

"Then why are you crying?" he asked.

"Because I…I can't stand it. I can't stand him being mad at me," I told him, looking at the ground.

"Oh," Ryan answered.

I remained quiet for the next thirty minutes. A tear escaped every now and then, though.

About forty-five minutes after mine and Jake's fight, he and my dad were at the door.

My father came in first, going back to sit on the couch by my mom. But Jacob came over to me and sat down on the opposite side that Ryan was sitting on.

He took a deep breath and bit his lip. Then he exhaled. "Ness…" he started. "I…I'm so sorry. About…well, everything. But please, just tell me one thing honestly," he pleaded.

"Anything," I answered.

"Were you serious? About…what you said?" he whispered quietly.

"Yes and no," I told him.

"What does that mean?" he asked, confused.

"I'll tell you later," I said. "I think your girlfriend wants you."

While Jake and I were talking, Veronica was staring at Jacob's bare chest, wide eyed.

He looked at her. "What exactly are you staring at?" he asked, totally oblivious.

"Um…you! You're so freaking sexy!" Veronica exclaimed.

Jake looked back at me and gave a quick eye roll. Before Veronica pulled him over by her, he told me, "Tell me later, okay?"

"Yep," I answered.

"Promise?"

"Always."

He smiled at me sweetly, and I smiled back, our argument over already.

At about nine o' clock, Ryan and Veronica went home. Jake had to drive Veronica back to the school to get her car, though.

Ryan was the first to leave, but Jake and Veronica were standing in the front yard. Veronica was still gaping at his chest.

When I was saying goodbye to Ryan, I was a little surprised when he smiled and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. Jacob was seething from this, of course, but he kept calm enough.

I'm sure I blushed. "Bye, Ryan. I'll see you tomorrow," I told him, giving him a hug.

He hugged me back. "Bye, Ness."

He climbed into his car and started it. Then he began driving down the long driveway.

A few minutes later, Jacob and Veronica climbed into Jake's shiny, slick black sports car that my mom bought him for his birthday last year. Jacob smiled at me as he drove down the driveway. I smiled back sympathetically.

I walked back into the house slowly, knowing I would have my parent's wrath to face. I sat down on the couch opposite them and waited.

My father started simply. "Why?" he asked.

"Why what?" I asked innocently.

"Why are you dating Ryan? A human!" he exploded.

"Jacob's dating a human, too!" I countered.

"Yes, but he's pretending!" he screeched.

"Oh, so he's allowed to date but I'm not?"

"No, you're not! You're only technically six!" he yelled at me.

"I'm almost seven! I'll be seven in less than a month!" I shot back.

"So? There's hardly a difference! I'd rather you date Jacob than Ryan! Human boys will take advantage of you!" he shouted.

"Ryan won't! He's not like that! He's not that kind of person!" Then I stopped talking, replaying his words. "Wait…you…you'd want me to date Jacob instead of Ryan?" I asked, appalled.

My dad whispered softly, looking at the ground, "Yes."

Even though it would make him more agitated, I said, "Well, I'm not going to date Jake. Not yet, not right now. I'm going to keep dating Ryan. I'm not going to ask him out and then break up with him the next day. That's cheap. Now, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I got up and ran to my room.

I knew that my dad still had a lot of yell left in him, so I stayed up in my room until Jake got back.

When I heard his car pull up the driveway, I raced down the stairs and out the door. He was just getting out of the car when I attacked him with hugs.

He laughed and hugged me back.

"I'm really sorry about today, Jake. I really am." I backed away from him a little. "Ew," I complained.

His brow furrowed. "What?"

"You smell like her perfume," I said, crinkling my nose.

He laughed. "Yeah, I know," he said, then shuddered. "I'm going to go take a shower now." He walked towards the door.

I smiled at him. "Don't you want me to tell you what I meant?"

"Well, yes, but do you want me to smell like cheap perfume?" he asked, smiling my Jacob's smile.

I sighed. "Okay, but hurry up," I allowed, and followed him inside.

We both walked up the stairs, and I went to my room while he went to his room.

I lay on the couch in my room and waited for him to finish showering. Five minutes later, he knocked on my door.

"Come in," I said. Of course, he could still hear me if I whispered.

He opened the door and walked over to the couch I was on. I sat up, and he sat next to me.

I sniffed. "You smell better."

He laughed a little. "Thank you."

I took a deep breath.

"So?" he asked, waiting for me to start talking.

I inhaled again. "Well, I don't want to be your girlfriend," I started. His face fell immediately.

"Wait…not now or not ever?" he asked.

"Not ever," I told him.

His expression was pained and betrayed.

I put my hand on his. "Listen, I'm not done," I assured. "Jake, I'll never want to be, nor will I ever be, just your girlfriend. People like Veronica are just girlfriends to you. I'm not going to be just another girlfriend. I'll be…like my mom is for my dad, like Emily is to Sam. I'm your imprint, and I'm not going to be something as controversial as 'girlfriend', Jake. I'll love you forever, not just for a few months. Got it?"

His face was blank, his expression unreadable. But at least it wasn't pain and betrayal anymore.

"Jake?" I asked.

He smiled a little at me. "Thanks, Ness."

I hugged him. "Love you, Jake."

He embraced me back. "Love you too, Nessie." He let me go. "Just please promise me one thing."

"What?" I questioned him.

"Please don't let…" he trailed off.

"What Jake?" I prompted. "Don't let what?"

"Just please don't let him, or any other human guy for that matter, kiss you. And please don't kiss them. Please," he begged.

I was a little surprised by his request. "I'm not saying that I'm going to, but why don't you want me to?" I inquired.

He looked away from me, towards the floor. He looked sort of embarrassed. "Well…I know it sounds…stupid and, um, kind of weird…but…I sort of, um…wanted to uh, be your f-first…well…" he sighed and said quickly and quietly, "I want to be your first kiss." His cheeks got a little red.

I was shocked. I didn't know how to respond to that. "Oh," I said, my voice an octave higher than usual.

He sighed and stood up. He started walking towards the door. "Night," he muttered.

"Jake…" I started to say.

"No, Ness. Just forget it. Kiss whoever you want," he said, disgruntled.

"Okay, I will," I said, shooting off the couch. I went over to him before he could walk out the door. "Stop," I ordered.

He stopped reluctantly, sighing. "What, Nessie?" he said, exasperated.

I stood up on the very tips of my toes and threw my arms around his neck.

"N-Ness, what are you doing…?" he asked nervously.

"This," I said, kissing his cheek. I smiled. "There."

"Um…why did you just do that?" he asked.

"To prove my point," I said simply.

"And what exactly is that point?" he asked skeptically.

"That I can kiss whoever I want," I said independently.

"Okay…" he said. "But why did you need to kiss me?"

"Because I didn't want you to be ticked at me," I answered.

He rolled his eyes and grinned a bit. "Wow."

Smiling, I said, "Yeah… And technically, I didn't kiss you. Officially, anyway."

"I know, but your dad will still be mad at me," he told me, rolling his eyes again.

"Yeah, um, sorry 'bout that…" I apologized.

He smiled. "That's okay. Goodnight, Ness," he said, walking out the door.

"Night, Jake. See you in the morning," I told him.

I then changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed with a smile on my face.

A/N: Sorry if the "kiss" was awkward. (I needed her to prove her point!) :D Thanks for reading!