The guys weren't helping the situation in the least. If anything, they were aging it on by cheering for Jacob. The only one who was trying to help was Sam. Sam was a serious guy, not that fun to be around, but at least he knew when something was right and when something was wrong. Jacob attacking Presley was wrong.

After the shock took in, I started helping Sam pull Jake off. We finally succeeded; due to the fact Jake was lightening up on his grip of Pres. He liked the idea of hurting him. But he didn't actually want to bring any harm on him. I knew Jake well enough to know.

The look on Presley's face when we pulled Jake off was pure terror. He was petrified.

He grabbed my forearm, as if an instant reaction. I was about to ask him what happened, but that might just anger Jacob further.

I saw Quil and Claire exchange glances, and they came over to me.

"Nessie, we can drive you and the boy home, come on," Quil whispered, tugging at my other arm. I grabbed Presley's hand and started fast walking, that's what Claire and Quil were doing.

"You'll have to drive us to Jake's house, Presley's car is there."

We head into the forest, up the path, all four of us. There wasn't any conversation, for obvious reasons. Quil and I sat in the front of his truck while Pres and Claire sat in the back. It was an odd arrangement, but I didn't question it at all.

I basically carried Pres into his car, he wouldn't move. He wasn't hurt too bad, just shocked.

He let me drive, handing me the keys to start his car. I turned on the radio, to a light rock station, it helped calm me.

I bobbed my head, barely but enough to ease myself further. I tried to forget that Jake almost killed Pres. I ignored the fact that Pres was feeling pain this very second. He didn't deserve that. The next time I would see Jake, he would be dead.

Just as I was about to dig my nails more into the steering wheel, when I realized we were parked in front of his house. This way Pres wouldn't need to drive him home if I drove to my place instead.

He got out of the car, which surprised me, and came over to my side of the car. I unbuckled myself and climbed out.

"Do you have a way of getting home?" He asked. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and stared at the ground.

I hadn't thought about that. "Yeah, I'll call one of my siblings to come pick me up."

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. It was nothing special, just a square flip phone that didn't do much. I dialed in the house number.

"Renesmee, hello," I heard my aunt's voice on the other side of the line. Of course, she would know it was me.

"Can you have some one come pick me up? I'm over at Pres's house, and I need a ride home."

Technically, I could run home, but that would raise suspicions with Presley.

"Yeah, Edward's on his way."

I sighed. Of course, dad would be the one to pick me up.

"Thanks Alice," I mumbled.

He continued to stare at the ground, so I followed his gaze. Nothing was there but dirt and rocks. Before I could look up again, a set of arms were wrapped around me, and I felt a ton better.

"Pres…" I started.

"Shhh…" He grabbed onto my shoulders and pulled away to look me in the eye "Is that how he was when you two were dating?"

I sighed and gave muffled laugh, "No, he never hurt me… physically." I stared into his green eyes… something was different.

I gasped, "Your glasses, Pres, where did they go?"

His hands were off me and on his face within a second, a worried look on his face.

"Pres! I am so sorry; I can buy you a new pair."

A crooked smile spread across his face, "No, it's fine. I have extra pairs," he laughed, placing his forehead against mine and wrapping me in his arms again.

He was so soft and warm, not like any vampire I have hugged previously. Although, Jake was always warmer. Not that I'd ever allow him to ever touch me again. He hurt my Presley.

A pair of lights pulled in to Pres's short driveway, and I unlocked myself from him. When the Volvo was parked, I waved Presley good bye and hopped in. I sighed heavily when I saw the way the lights reflected off his green eyes.

Dad didn't speak until we pulled into our own driveway.

I looked over at my father; he was clutching the wheel, just like I had. Sometimes dad and I were just too much alike.

I climbed out of the car, and dad did the same. We simultaneously slammed the car doors too.

He walked over to my side of the car. I glimpsed at his golden eyes, he was the best guy in my life. He tucked my hair behind my ears.

"You really should put your hair up," he laughed, "Your hair is so curly it's sometimes a mess," he stated, wearing a crooked smile.

"Oh!" I started grabbing at my hair, patting it down, doing whatever I could to make it better.

"No," he leaned in and kissed my forehead, "You look just fine, you're beautiful."

I blushed, he was too nice.

He put his arm around me and we walked into the house. I was surprised he didn't ask how the date went. He probably already saw it all in Presley's mind.

I ran up to my bedroom.... or dad's to be exact. I had a sudden want. I wanted... no, I needed to try on my dress I had bought for prom this year. I had put it in his closet, so I would be able to have easy access to it, in cases such as this.

I threw it on; it was big, long and puffy. It was a deep purple, a very good tone against my pale skin. Though, I wasn't sure if it went well with my crimson hair.

Whenever I wore this dress, I felt all powerful, I could conquer the world. I looked in the mirror, admiring myself, I loved it. For a moment I forgot all my problems with Presley and Jacob. It was wonderful.

To add affect, I put on some black tights underneath and black dressy flats, I didn't need to appear any taller with heels. Then, for my favorite part, I added some dark purple gloves, almost up to my elbow.

I giggled girly while lifting up my hair and dancing around.

Twirling around, I heard some slight bangs against the walls made of glass. I looked down to see Jake. Of course, throwing rocks at my window.

I groaned. Stupid Jake. I didn't want to talk to him, I wouldn't. I backed away from the window, first giving him the middle finger.

As I turned away, another rock hit the glass. I gave in. I slid the window open and leapt down next to him. It probably wasn't good for the dress, but I could just clean it out.

"Jake," I crossed my arms, "Explain yourself."

He looked down at his feet, "He was staring at you…" he trailed off, looking ashamed.

I pushed him, hard enough to throw him off balance a little. He kept his feet firm, "I'm not sorry for what I did."

"Jake! He has every right to stare at me! I'm his girlfriend!"

He growled, "It's not right," he cried out, "You're too good for him!"

My face hardened, "You're going to say that about any guy I date! You jerk!"

He tried to hide a face of pain, "No one's good enough for you Nessie…" he whispered, getting closer to me. I would have thought to step away, but I was too focused on him.

As if Mother Nature knew what was happening, the awkward silence brought on pouring rain and a clap of thunder.

"Not even I," Jake finally managed to mutter a sentence.

The puffs in my dress were wet down, and now it all clung to me.

I wasn't sure, since the rain was pouring down, but I was sure Jake was crying. Sobbing actually, silently, not showing pain. He fell to his knees and hid his face.

To see him is so much pain… I couldn't bare it; I fell right beside him, putting an arm around his back as he cried into the ground. I didn't know how long we were there, crying, but it felt like hours.

It was amazing to see how vulnerable I was with Jakey.

I finally stood up when the rain stopped; his gaze followed me, "Bye Jake," I said quickly then disappeared into the woods. I had the intention of heading home, but some sort of place that sold alcohol sounded more appealing.