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It was nice, I'll admit. I took a teensy bit of enjoyment in it. But after a moment, the awkwardness kicked in. Ethan pushed me away a second later, his breathing heavy.
"Nessie," he murmured. "What are you doing?"
I buried my head in my hands. "I... I don't know. I'm so sorry, Ethan. I guess.. I just..." I broke out into a fit of sobs. "I'm a whore!"
He took my head into his arms. "Shh," he soothed. "You're not. You're not. I... I've wanted this for a long time."
I pulled away and looked at him. "W-what?"
Cupping my head in his hands, he spoke very quietly. "Renesmee, since the first day I saw you, I knew I loved you. I just wanted to believe you loved me back. And now I know."
I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Know what?" I asked.
He lowered his head down to mine. "Now I know you love me too."
What?!
He leaned in for another kiss. No way, slick!
I shoved him away with as much force as I could. "WHAT?! I... I don't love you! It was a comfort kiss--that's all! It meant nothing, Ethan! I love Jacob!"
He grabbed both of my shoulders. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that. Look me in the eyes and tell me you felt nothing at all in that."
Staring into his eyes, I couldn't deny the truth. As much as I loved Jacob, I knew there was something there. I turned away and gazed out the windows. The sun was setting. Rain was drizzling down on the ground.
"I have to go," I said, grabbing my rain jacket.
"Where are you going," he called.
"Out."
With that, I ran out to my car. It was a good fifteen minutes to La Push, but I could make it. Moisture drenched my hair and clothes. In the cab of my car, I shook. Not from the wetness, though. From the truth. I took out that small white piece of paper and examined it.
Indy Williams
Volterra, Italy
555-8618
"You don't have to make the decision now. But here's my number. You have two weeks, Renesmee Cullen."
Two weeks...
I tucked the card into my glove compartment. There was no way I would consider it. Never. Pressing down onto the gas pedal, I sped away from the Cullen residence, away from Ethan, and away from everything I was avoiding. Maybe for a few moments I could detach myself from this crazy life I'd been living as a half and half.
I missed Tulgey. The moisture, the way the grass squished when you walked across it, and all of the forest surrounding it. Forks was similar... but not the same. Constant rain took over the tiny town of Tulgey, with the exception of a few dry days. Forks rained everyday. There were maybe three days a year it didn't. Funny thing is, when I moved to Tulgey, I missed Forks. Now I realize how dumb that was. No one would ever break the barrier of Forks. Forever I would be stuck in this shitty town. Not that it mattered. There was no way I could do anything too miraculous. Don't want to be watched...
The squeak of my tires interrupted my thoughts. Without seeming to notice, I pulled over to the side of the road into a forest. Why did life have to be so hard? Why was I the one who had to choose? And Ethan! Slamming the door, I yanked my jacket over my head and started beating the side of my car with my hand bag.
"Stupid--Ethan," I complained between smacks. "I-- Must-- Be-- The-- Dumbest-- Asshole-- Alive!"
I plopped myself onto the ground with a loud plop. The moisture of the grass splashed up onto my back. Not that I cared.
"Who's Ethan?" someone asked.
I whirled around to see I blonde boy with neat spikes walking towards me. He looked to be about in his mid-twenties. In the distance, I could see a small shop. Must be where he came from.
"Oh," I muttered, brushing my bangs back. "He's... no one."
"Sounds like someone," he insisted.
I looked away to hide the tears that were now drizzling out of my eyes. Of course he couldn't tell, for they were mixed in with the rain. But I still didn't want this stranger knowing. He plopped down beside me.
"What would a pretty girl like you be doing out here if he weren't someone?" the stranger pressed.
I half laughed/sobbed, rolling my eyes. "It's... complicated."
"I've got time," he said.
I lay back into the grass. "I'm not sure I've figured it out myself," I admitted. "Why does it matter to you anyway? You don't even know me."
"I brought you this," he said, handing me a black umbrella. "I heard shouting, and I figured someone was angry. Anyway, it's not fun standing out in the rain."
My makeup was running and I was shaking. From the cold or my life, I wasn't really sure.
"You want to come in," he asked, gesturing to the small shop. "My wife, Jessica, would be more than happy to--"
"Thanks but no thanks," I declined. "Who are you, anyway?"
He popped up, reaching down to help me up too. "Mike Newton," he introduced himself, bowing. A bit 'King and I' don't you think? Suddenly, I remembered the obnoxious boy my mother had once described from her first high school years. If only she knew he grew into an obnoxious man. I stood up, brushing some wet leaves off from my jeans.
"Renesmee Swan," I lied, holding out my hand.
He pressed a calloused finger to his chin. "Are you related to Bella Swan?"
"Uh...," I began. "Yeah... I'm her cousin. On her father's side."
He nodded. "How is she?"
"Fabulous," I answered.
"Well, in honor of you being her cousin, are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" he continued.
I suppressed a laugh. "Thanks, but no thanks. Uh... here's your umbrella." I held the soaking umbrella out towards him.
"Keep it," he insisted. "Goodbye."
"Bye," I mumbled, heading back to my car.
As much as I didn't want to, I was heading home. Home to face my family. I couldn't face Jacob-- not yet.
"Not yet," I repeated, stepping on the gas and speeding away from Mike Newton.
Author's Note: Yeah, I lied. Jacob next chapter, hopefully! I just didn't feel like putting him in this chapter, so I picked Mike instead! I wrote this a few days ago but forgot to post... Sorry!
Twilight comes out Saturday! WHOO!
Because we belong together now, yeah. Forever united here somehow, yeah. You got a piece of me! And honestly! My life would suck without you... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!
--Lauren :D
