I was winning the fight, most definitely. I had already pulled out parts of her hair and gave her a bloody nose. I sat on top of her while twisting her arm as she screamed and cried mercy.

I probably was being too harsh, I was half vampire after all. As two hands locked onto my arms, I didn't try to fight. I had already won; that much was clear; and I just needed to back away.

After a few seconds of the arms not letting go I looked back to see who it was. Presley.

"Renesmee!" He screamed, "What the hell?"

I growled, not answering her question. We stood there looked in a glare for about five seconds until an adult came up to me and grabbed me by the shoulder.

"My office! Now!"
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes at all the people crowded around the skank who had hit on my boyfriend.

She led the way into a room, and told me to wait. Ugh… I couldn't believe I had just done that. Great, who knows how long I'll get grounded now. I was so stupid. Stupid instincts.

Finally, the principal came back in followed by my "parents" Carlisle and Esme. They were giving me the looks that put me to shame.

For the next half an hour I was given the "violence is not tolerated" speech and a millions of "I am disappointed in you"s.

The principal, , let us leave, and I walked two paces behind my grandparents.

I got in the back seat of Grandpa's red old-fashioned car and made sure to shut up.

"I suppose mom and dad are going to be home, huh?" I asked while we got out of the car.

"No, it would be suspicious if they left school in the middle of the day for a fight their sister got in to," Grandpa said, "You still have a few hours to hang out with Jacob if you would like to."

"Whoa, seriously? I can?"

The looked at each other and shrugged, then Grandma said, "But make sure you go hang out at his place, Hun, our house might be a little… loud for conversation." They both giggled and before I could mutter an "Ew!" Grandpa scooped her up in his arms and ran into the house.

As I got my cell out of my pocket to call Jake, I heard his voice behind me.
"What's wrong?" he asked, "Why are you home so early?"
I stuttered on my words, "I got in trouble."

He smiled, "What did you do, you naughty girl?"
I playfully slapped him on the chest, "I got in a fight with this girl."
He looked surprised, "Really? Who won?"
"I did! Of course!"

"Good girl," he grinned and then picked me up in his arms, "I can't help wonder why you might have gotten in a fight with this girl… I thought you are not for violence."
"Well… she hit on you, Jake, and I just couldn't take it, she called you a hot ass or something… Some sort of force just boiled up in me and I tackled her."

"Really? So, after all, I'm not the only protective one, huh?"

I glanced up at him, "You never have been. I just haven't get a chance to show it until now, okay?" I snapped, not meaning to.

But a smile still remained on his face, "You want to spend the remainder of your ungrounded day with me?"
I nodded quickly and we frolicked into the forest. Like two happy deer.

When we got to his house, we slowed down. As we approached his door I sniffed his neck, "You smell," I said plugging my nose.

"What?" He asked in alarm, and then raised his arms to smell his armpit, "Oh god, I'm horrible."

"All right, then," I said pushing him into the house, "Go take a shower, I'll make us lunch."
Halfway down the hall to the bathroom he turned to look at me, "Sure you don't want to join?" He asked while trying to maintain a serious glare.

I put my pointer finger on my chin, as if I was pondering, "If I take a shower with you, though, who's going to make the pizza rolls?"
He finally smiled and walked into the bathroom yelling, "Make two for me please!"

So I did. I got out one cheese and two sausage. I got out two pans. All the sausages wouldn't fit on one pan, so I put them on mine. I just made sure to separate them nicely.

When the oven was preheated I set the timer to 10 minutes and climbed up to sit on the counter to wait.

I got lost deep in thoughts about random things, my parents, the fight, the lady I basically punched out, Jacob (of course).

The timer finally went off and I jumped a little, frightened. To get down from the counter I put one hand on the edge of it and the other on the oven handle. As I made my way down the oven door came with me and so did the two pans of pizza rolls. I screamed as I tried flinging the hot stuff off of me. My head had hit the door and now was burned and bruised. I slammed it shut; frustrated, and then the plates I had taken out for Jake and I fell to the floor shattering.

God, I was so awful. How could anyone ever love me? I was so stupid and klutzy. I curled up in the corner and started to cry… and then I heard the shower water turn off.

Jake's POV

While I scrubbing myself with the loofa for the fourth time (I wanted to smell good for my lady) I heard screaming and a bunch of clattering and smashing. Oh, great, what now?

I turned the water off, put a towel around my waist and ran into the kitchen to find the reason for my existence in the corner surrounded by broken glass and pizza rolls.

Not fearing my bare feet, I walked over the glass and cuddled her into my arms. Just like when we were younger.

"Are you all right, Renesmee?" I asked, clearly she wasn't though.

She shook her head and started to sob, "I'm a screw up, I'm so awful. I hate myself!" Then she started to smash her head against my rock hard (seriously, they are, you gotta check them out) abs and cried louder.

I got over to the other side of the kitchen and set her down on the dining room chair.

"Sit one minute, sweetie, it'll be all right."

This reminded me of a case that happened only a few years ago. Nessie was physically and mentally around 12, though she was only 3 or 4 years old and she was trying to make brownies. It was her parent's anniversary and she wanted to make them something special. But I told her that she had to take a nap first (she was tired) and she pouted. While I was watching her sleep, I, myself had also fallen asleep. I had awaken to the sound cluttering. And I found her sitting in the same corner with brownie batter all around her on the floor.

I put on some pants and got the broom. When I came back, she had somewhat pulled herself together. Instead of a feeble position, she was sitting with a perfect posture.

I swept up the glass and picked the pans off the floor. She came over to me and kissed my cheek, "I'm sorry."
I laughed, "You have nothing to apologize for, don't worry."
She looked down at her feet, "I ruined lunch."