Miles Away
NPOV
The weekend seemed so bland when it came. I knew Jacob wasn't coming this weekend, but I still couldn't help the disappointment I felt when I didn't get a call from him in the middle of the night asking me to let him up or something like that. I was thrilled to hear about Leah and Hailey, though I couldn't help but laugh about it. Hailey was the last person in the world that I would ever expect Leah to end up with, especially with the family problems that were bound to happen. Mr. Mathews being the real father would come out eventually. I'm not sure how, but there's no doubt it will. (*Epic foreshadowing!!!*)
Right now, it was Saturday morning and Samantha and I were together at our dorm talking as she watched The Daily Show. It was an episode making fun of a new senator that had recently come to office that I knew nothing about. The way I figured it, Jacob could vote, and that was all the opinion the government needed from our household.
"What are you planning to wear to the party tonight?" I shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe a paper bag." Samantha giggled.
"Oh, Nessie, don't be like that. You should wear something hot. I could lend you something if you want." I shook my head.
"No thanks, Samantha. The point of the paper bag is so guys will stop checking me out and trying to hit on me."
"Just show them your ring and you'll be fine." I nodded.
"Usually, yes, but there's always that one guy that has no problem hitting on and trying to get into bed with a happily married woman."
"Remind him that he'll never be able to beat that blingage and end it at that." I laughed at her joke and sighed.
"It really is a gorgeous ring."
"Hells yeah it's a gorgeous ring. I just can't believe that he got you that on a mechanic's salary."
"Like I said, he has a lot invested in the stock market and that brings in a lot of extra money for us."
"Awesome. What's he invested in?" I shrugged.
"I don't know. I don't think even he knows. My Aunt Alice picked an investment for him." Samantha gave me a weird face.
"She what?" I smiled and laughed to myself at the memory.
"My Aunt Alice thought it would be nice to help Jacob out and find a good investment for him so he could have lots of extra money. I mean, Jacob was never dirt poor, but he was never filthy rich either. He still isn't, but thanks to Alice's little 'stole Jacob's money and investing it' act, Jacob's up to upper middle class."
"How did she steal his money?"
"She took his bank card and social security card. She had good intentions and Jacob isn't mad about it anymore, but when he first found out about it, he was furious."
"I bet. But it worked out for the best, so it's okay, right?" I nodded.
"Yeah. He's not mad about it now. And Alice...Is really good about guessing where the stock market is and how it'll fluctuate. We don't know how she does it, but none of us have ever lost a dime with her watching the money."
"Sounds like a dream accountant." I nodded.
"And a free one." We laughed together and Samantha turned her attention back to The Daily Show.
When that was done, she went to the computer and started working on a paper that was due Monday. I've learned that, like Jared said, Samantha was a big procrastinator. It was always last minute with her. She had since the first day of school to work on this paper and she was required to take it to another English professor to have it checked out. She decided to wait until Saturday to work on it and Monday morning right when the English center opened to have it checked out and make changes. It was almost comical in a cruel way to watch her panic over getting her work done.
"Nessie read this for me, please."
"What do you want me to read it for? All I can do is tell you what grammatical and spelling errors you made."
"That's good enough. The more time I have to make the changes Monday morning, the better." I sighed.
"Why didn't you just start the Monday it was assigned?"
"Because, Nessie, I have other school work I need to do."
"You haven't had a single homework assignment besides this all week." Samantha gave me a guilty, pleading smile.
"I know, but I hate doing homework. And in hating homework so much, I wait until the last minute to do it so I have more time for fun things. Like dorm parties for example." I sighed.
"Jared's right, Samantha. You're hopeless."
"Screw Jared, that hillbilly doesn't know what he's talking about." I laughed and shook my head.
"Don't be so mean, Samantha. Give me the computer and I'll make changes." Samantha grinned and unplugged her laptop and handed it to me. I repositioned myself on my bed to lay on my stomach and read through the paper.
Her grammar was awful. I figured that much out in one sentence. While I read through her paper and made necessary changes, she played with her tarantula and watched Cops. I ignored the spider while I worked. That spider, Vickie, sent chills down my spine every time I looked at it. I've never been bitten by a tarantula and I wanted to keep it that way, so I never went near that thing. When I was finished making corrections on her paper, I pressed save and handed it back to her.
"Here you go. You're grammar and spelling errors are all fixed. How you got into a college level English class with grammar that bad I'll never understand." Samantha grinned and read through her paper.
"Sorry, Nessie, but English just isn't my thing. But thanks to you, you've probably saved me a good hour with the English professor. All that's left for them is to reword things that they don't like."
"I already took the liberty of doing that, by the way." Samantha laughed under her breath and rolled her eyes.
"Thanks for that, Nessie. Are you going to wait for a shower first or am I?"
"I'll go. I desperately need to take a shower."
"I need one more than you. You took a shower right after we got back yesterday."
"Yeah, and I need a bath again."
"How many baths do you take a day?"
"It depends. I've taken up to four a day, but that's usually when I'm on my period. In this case, I think it's because this dorm in general feels dirty so I need to take a million showers to keep myself clean."
"God, I can't even imagine how much of a neat freak you are with Joseph." I gave her a weird look.
"Who?"
"Your husband."
"His name is Jacob. And he doesn't mind it in the least when I get obsessive about him being clean." Samantha giggled.
"We take baths with our hubby I see." I shrugged.
"So? No matter how you look at it, taking a bath or shower together is just one of those nice bonding times for close relatives like spouses or parents and their kids. They do it in Japan all the time. They have family baths in bath houses everywhere you go."
"Yeah, but aren't the Japanese, I don't know, unnaturally clean?" I sighed.
"There's no such thing as being unnaturally clean. And they're just a country that set very high standards for themselves, and cleanliness is one of those things that are high on their list for the most part."
"And you're sure Jacob doesn't mind you getting all up in his face about his personal hygiene?" I smiled and nodded.
"I'm positive. I've known Jacob for a long time and I know what he likes, dislikes, and what things he can and can't tolerate. Taking a shower or bath with me is something he can definitely tolerate."
"'Cause we all know what happens when two love birds are naked together in the shower." I smiled and nodded.
"There you go. And while I'm thinking of it, could you do me a favor and look up the number to Lou Malnati's Pizza so I can send something to Jacob?" Samantha nodded.
"Sure thing, I'll take care of it. Just tell me the size, toppings, and address and I'll get it ready for you. They'll need you to go over there and pay for it, but other than that, I'll handle everything."
"Thanks, Samantha. I'll be back after my shower."
She nodded her head and went on the internet to get the number and my order while I got my stuff and went to the showers. The showers in the dorm for the girls were at the far right of the building and the one for the guys was at the far left. When I got there, the typical morning traffic had almost completely died down, so it wasn't hard to find an empty shower stall. I took my shower as fast as I could and was sure to bring a bath mat in with me. I'd seen enough girl's feet that looked like they had ringworm or athlete's foot to never want to be barefoot in the showers. Call it paranoid, I call it being cautious.
When I was done, I dried off and put on a robe before walking out of the stall and making my way back to my dorm room. People stopped me in the hallways and said hi, but those were brief conversations. It was still weird for me to walk around the dorm in nothing but a robe, but all the second year students assured me that I'd be used to it by the end of the month. When I got back to my dorm, Samantha was laying on her bed. She'd put away Vickie and had now taken out Medusa, her ball python. That thing was a huge snake, but she didn't bug me nearly as much as Vickie did.
"You want to hold Medusa?" I shrugged.
"What the hell." I changed really quickly back into my underwear and then took of my robe and put on my pajamas before coming over and taking Medusa and draping her over my shoulders. "So did you find the number for Lou's?" Samantha nodded.
"Yep. And I called them and ordered a large deep dish sausage pizza for you. All that's left is for you to drive there and pay. They're giving you until the end of the day for you to pay for it. Then they'll send it tomorrow to the address you give them when you go there and pay them."
"Thanks, Samantha. I'll go do that now."
"Why the hurry? They're open until nine tonight."
"I know, but I want to get it done now. Give me the address to the place." Samantha shrugged and looked at her computer, writing the address on a piece of paper.
"Here you go. I called the Lou's on State Street, so they're not far from here. I'd recommend just walking, though. You'll be in traffic for hours trying to get there with the Saturday rush hour."
"Thanks, Samantha. How much did they ask for?"
"$30 dollars for the pizza and for sending it."
"Okay, that's not so bad. I'll be back in an hour." I got dressed and handed back Medusa before leaving.
As Samantha suggested, I walked to Lou's. It would be faster and I could easily run the whole way, which I did. A few people thought it was strange that a college student was running around Chicago, but I wasn't running fast enough for them to think more on it. I got there in twenty minutes and was slightly out of breath when I got there. There was a guy behind the counter that looked like he was playing Nintendo DS.
"I'm here to pay for my pizza." He looked up and pressed pause on his game.
"Name?"
"Renesmee Black." The guy went on the computer on the desk and looked for my name.
"A large sausage deep dish pizza?" I nodded.
"Yeah."
"And what address did you want to send this to?" I told him the address and he typed it in quickly. Then he turned the screen to me so I could make sure it was right.
"Could you make it over night shipping?"
"Already is, miss. They'll get it around this time tomorrow. Do you want to have a note on it or anything? That's free of charge." I nodded.
"Yeah. I'll go ahead and do that." He reached under the desk and handed me a piece of paper that had the Lou Malnati's logo on it and a pen. While I wrote, he took out an envelope and tape.
Jacob,
I got you Lou Malnati's like you wanted. I don't recommend sharing it okay. It'll be a while before I send you another pizza. Call me when you get the pizza. I love you, and I can't wait to see you.
Your wife,
Renesmee
I grinned a little when I wrote, your wife. When I was done with the letter, I handed it to the guy behind the desk and he placed it in the envelope and placed it in a little basket that was labeled 'letters'. In the corner, I saw the box sizes for the pizzas and found the large and groaned to myself. I knew Jacob and his bottomless pit of a stomach and he'd blow through that pizza in seconds.
"I'm sorry to be a pain, but can I double my order?" He nodded.
"Sure thing. Two large sausage deep dish pizzas instead of one. Are you taking one home or is it being sent to the same address?"
"It's being sent to the same address. I know my husband and it'll take a lot more than one pizza to keep him happy." He laughed and nodded.
"I'm the same way. I could eat Lou's pizza all day. I would if my manager would let me. But he lets me have crust whenever I want, so that's cool too." I smiled.
"Thanks a lot. How much is it with the extra pizza?" The guy went to the register and added the pizza to my order. When he was done, he looked at me.
"$63.45." I sighed.
"No one can ever say I don't love that man." He chuckled and nodded.
"So is your husband away on a business trip or something?" I shook my head.
"No, he's home. I'm the one that's away at college so we don't get to see each other as much as we'd like. He's all the way in Washington and I'm here in Chicago for the next three years."
"That blows. How long have you guys been married?"
"Two months, so not long. We got married in July and I came here August 21 for school. We'll be married three months soon." He smiled.
"What school?"
"Northwestern."
"I want to go there. I'm starting my senior year of high school and I'm looking forward to high school being over."
"I know what you mean."
"So how is Northwestern?"
"It's fun. The professors I have are really good. What are you planning to major in?"
"Business management and law. I want to open my own law firm one day." Business management. That sounded interesting.
"Sounds like fun. And thanks for the extra pizza. Do you take debit?" He nodded.
"Sure thing." I handed him the card and he ringed me up and handed it back. "You have a nice day." I smiled and nodded.
"You too."
I walked out of the shop and started running back to the dormitories. I started thinking about what that guy had said. Business management was definitely a good degree to have. And I could have it within three years. And Jacob always said he wanted to open his own repair shop. I was grinning from ear to ear when I got back home. I would need to talk to Jacob about it first, but I was sure I'd finally decided what I wanted to do. It might not have been going into medicine or becoming a big shot lawyer or anything like that, but it was something I knew I would want to do and something Jacob and I could do together.
"You look happy. What happened on your way here?" Samantha asked me as I walked into our dorm.
"I think I know what I want my major to be." Samantha grinned.
"I should send you shopping more often. What grand epiphany did you have while you were out and about?"
"Business management. Jacob wants to start his own business one day and I can't think of any better way to help and support him in that than getting a degree in business management and going into business with him." Samantha smiled wider.
"And if you need an accountant, I'm your girl." I smiled and nodded my head. "You can get that in, like, two years. It's not too late to change all your classes."
"I don't really need to. I can just talk to the councilor as soon as possible and talk to her about it and she can just tell me what classes I need to get in ASAP."
"And if you take a shitload of summer classes, you really can be done in two years." I grinned wider. This was sounding better and better.
"I'll be going to the councilor first thing on Monday." Samantha laughed a little.
"No you won't. You don't have a prayer of meeting with a councilor without an appointment. Those people are busy 24-7. I think their office is open, so look for the number on the school website, call them, and set up an appointment. You might even be able to get one soon. And you can always look in the little booklet we all got that tells you the class requirements for certain degrees."
"That's true." I went to my drawers and started looking for it. "How did I not remember this thing?" Samantha grinned and shrugged while petting Medusa.
"Aren't you glad you had me to remind you?" I nodded.
"Very glad." When I had the booklet in hand, I searched through it until I found the page that told of the requirements for a bachelor's degree in business management. To my joy, I didn't need to change a thing. All I needed to do was sign up for an extra class and I still could do that. "Would you be really mad if I told you I want to skip on the dorm party tonight?"
"Infuriated. The party starts at eight. That's plenty of time for you to call everyone you need to and to get yourself enrolled in a class." I sighed.
"Alright, fine. Give me Medusa, I want to hold something." Samantha nodded.
"Here you go. I'm starting to think she likes you more than me. She doesn't move as much on you."
"She must like my scent, I guess."
"Maybe. I'm going to go next door and buy some ramen. Do you want any?" I shook my head.
"That's okay. I'll just have something in the mini-fridge." Samantha shrugged and got her shoes on.
"Alright, Nessie. Suit yourself. I'll be back soon."
"See you, Samantha." We waved goodbye as Samantha grabbed her wallet and walked out of the dorm room.
When she was gone, I went on the school website and looked for the phone number to the councilor's office and set up an appointment as soon as I found it. After that was done, I called home and waited for someone to answer. Alice was the one to answer me and she handed me to daddy as soon as she was done asking me how school was and how I was doing. When daddy was on the phone, he sounded happy to hear my voice.
"Hey, daddy."
"Hey, honey. It's a pleasure to hear from you. We all miss you." I nodded.
"I know. I miss you guys too. It's weird not seeing you every day. How are you all doing?"
"We're all doing well."
"How's Jacob doing? Is he coming over for dinner a lot?" Daddy chuckled.
"He's surviving, honey. He's eating our silver wear, but other than that, he's fine."
"What do you mean he's eating silver wear?" Daddy laughed a little again.
"Well, sometimes when he's eating, he'll start thinking about you and he'll get so engraved in his thoughts that the world sort of disappears for him and he starts chewing on his fork or spoon without thinking. He actually tried eating a plate today. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen. Esme made him a sandwich and he finished it, but he was thinking about you, so he started chewing on the plate, thinking it was the sandwich."
"That's awful. What if he actually swallows something?"
"Carlisle's always on call, so if Jacob actually eats something, he'll be fine. Don't worry, honey." I sighed.
"Is he there now?"
"No. He's out with Embry and Quil. They're taking him with them to a little carnival that's nearby. Claire wanted to go, so Quil's taking her and Embry and Jacob came with. Leah even went and she took Hailey."
"That's good to hear. I'm so happy for her. She deserves a little happiness."
"Yeah, she does. She's been miserable for so long that it's nice to see her smile again. I've never seen it before Friday, but Seth remembered all the other times she'd smiled and it's a shame she didn't do that more often. She has a lovely smile."
"I'll make Jacob tell her I said hi when I call him later. He brought his phone with him, right?"
"Of course he did, honey. He would never risk missing a call from you." I smiled.
"Alright, that's reassuring. Now that all that's out of the way, I wanted to talk to you about something regarding school."
"And what's that, Nessie?"
"I know what I want to major in." I could almost feel daddy grin from ear to ear.
"That's great, Nessie. I'm thrilled you finally chose something. What have you decided to major in?"
"Business management." And I could feel daddy become underwhelmed.
"Is that it?" I sighed and laughed a little.
"Were you banking on me picking the medical field?"
"Sort of. Carlisle kind of had his heart set on that to tell you the truth. We're all proud of you no matter what, but I guess business management wasn't what I pictured for you."
"Well, it's a degree I could get really quickly and since it's still technically the first week of school, I can get myself into the program. All I need is one extra class and I'll be on the right track. I'm already in a high enough math class and a foreign language class, so that's good. And if I take a lot of summer classes and get myself ahead, I can have my degree in two years."
"Nessie, you're already ahead by a year."
"I know, but why wait when I could breeze through it?"
"And what inspired this passion, sweetheart?" I grinned a little.
"You know how Jacob's always wanted to open up his own shop and stuff?" I waited for daddy to answer me, and it took no time.
"You want to open a repair shop with him?" I nodded.
"It's something I know Jacob would be happy with. And I could set my own hours and everything." Daddy chuckled.
"That's quite a plan, honey. Now all that's left is to talk to Jacob about it."
"Do you think he'll be open to the idea?"
"I'm sure he will be. He'll never tell you this, but he's hoping you'll pick a major that requires as little schooling as possible so you can finally come home. And he'll never ever tell you that he's considered asking you to drop out, but he knows I'd never allow that. He wouldn't either anyway, but I'm trailing off." I smiled wider.
"I hope he agrees. I think it's a good idea for us to do that. It's something he loves to do and I'd be there supporting him all the way." Daddy chuckled.
"That's the spirit, Nessie. And hey, there's always twenty or thirty years from now to try out medical school." I giggled and rolled my eyes.
"I miss you, daddy."
"I miss you too, Renesmee." I heard someone whisper to daddy. "Here, your mother wants to talk to you." I heard the phone being passed, then I heard momma's voice. "So it's business management?" I nodded.
"Yeah, momma. It's a good major to have regardless."
"Certainly is. Jacob will be thrilled to death with the idea, I'm sure. And it's about time he got a job closer to home."
"That'll all depend on where we can find a place, but yeah. You heard everything I said to daddy, right?"
"Yeah, I did. And the sooner you can come home, the better. And don't let your father tease you. You know perfectly well that we'll support you in anything you like and if being a doctor isn't something you want to do, then we'll understand."
"Thanks, momma. I could even transfer to the peninsula college and take classes there."
"Don't do that, Nessie. You started at Northwestern, so finish at Northwestern. It would be silly to transfer to a different college so early on."
"Yeah, I know. It's tempting, though."
"I know, Renesmee, but hang in there. It's just two years that you've managed to narrow it down to. So tell me, what's it like? Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yeah, I am. I've actually come to like my math teacher. You know, the one that's a vampire?"
"I'm glad to hear that."
"He's sort of childish, but it's kind of funny. You know what I mean? When its math we're talking about, he makes it fun to learn and you can tell he loves the subject and loves teaching it. And anything other than math, he has such an innocent view of things for lack of a better word. It's almost adorable." Momma laughed.
"I've never heard of a teacher being called adorable, but I'll take your word for it. As long as the teacher doesn't pose a threat of any kind." I shook my head.
"I don't think he would hurt a fly, actually. He's too nice. My Spanish teacher is a whole other matter, though. He's really serious and gets mad whenever people talk in class. Being a vampire with excellent hearing, he calls out anyone that talks in his class and they get a zero for the day."
"That's harsh."
"Yeah, I know. I've never said a peep in his class unless I'm spoken to."
"Isn't the point of a Spanish class to talk?"
"In Spanish, yes. But unless you're spoken to, he expects silence. He's been nicknamed Señor Castro."
"It sounds awful. But with teachers like that, honey, the best you can do is stay on his good side and get through the class. I remember, my sophomore year of high school, I had an Earth Science teacher that was a Nazi, I swear she was. Everything, like our handwriting and how we stapled our papers and who we could be partnered up with, had to be done and handled just so. One guy in that class had forgotten to staple his paper and used a paper clip instead and she failed him and made him redo his paper."
"That's ridiculous."
"That's what his parents said. The school made her take back the grade."
"That's a relief."
"Yeah. People dreaded having her. I wish I could remember what her name was."
"It's too bad Jacob never went to your school in Phoenix. He could've glued her hand to the floor." Momma burst into a fit of laughter and I joined her. When momma was done laughing, she answered me.
"Yeah, it's a real shame. But I think with her, Jacob would be much crueler."
"What's crueler than gluing a teacher's hand to the tile floor?"
"Dipping someone's underwear in meat so all the neighborhood dogs attack the victim." I giggled.
"Yeah, that's pretty mean too. Jacob was a rotten little boy, wasn't he?"
"That's what Billy and Charlie always say. But it's Jacob, so it's okay. And he stopped doing that sort of stuff as far as I know."
"I doubt very seriously Jacob would do something like that now. He's a grown man, momma, he's more mature."
"That's true. But remember, honey, age doesn't always define maturity. There are plenty of older people out there that may as well be little children." I giggled and nodded.
"I know, momma. And I need to tell you something really quickly. I bought some pizzas for Jacob and I sent them to your house. I wanted them to be a surprise and I didn't want them to be left outside. Could you take it to our house when he gets back from work?"
"Sure thing, Nessie. We'll keep it warm for him."
"Thanks, momma. I'll talk to you guys later, okay."
"Sure thing, Nessie. Don't wait too long to call us again." I smiled and nodded my head.
"I won't momma. I love you."
"I love you too, Nessie."
Momma and I hung up the phone and I immediately went back to my contact list and looked for Jacob's name. When I found it, I pressed talk and waited for him to answer. When he did, he didn't talk for a moment. He was walking to a quieter spot and he finally spoke when there was little background noise.
"Nessie! How're you doing?" I grinned at the excitement in his voice.
"I'm doing great. I called to tell you something I think you'll appreciate." Jacob chuckled.
"And here, I thought you were calling just because you missed me." I giggled and shook my head to myself.
"That's part of it too. But I wanted to tell you that I've decided what I want to major in."
"Nessie, that's fantastic. What did you decide to major in?"
"Business management. I got the idea from a friend of mine." The last part was a little white lie, but it didn't matter. I didn't want him to know I'd gotten him pizza until he got it tomorrow. "You said you've always wanted to own your own repair shop and I thought we could do it together. So what do you think about that idea?"
"You would do that?" I smiled wider. He was definitely open to the idea.
"Of course I would. And it's a degree I could get rather quickly and since you'd be my boss, you could give me flexible hours for those kids we've been talking so much about." Jacob was silent on the other line for a moment. I waited for him to say something. When he did, his voice was torn between joy and surprise.
"I don't know what to say." I smiled wider.
"You could say, 'Oh silly Nessie, why didn't you think of this sooner? It's a wonderful idea and I'm so happy to be married to you'."
"Oh silly Nessie, why didn't you think of this sooner? It's a wonderful idea and I'm so happy to be married to you." I giggled and he laughed a little with me. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"I take that as a yes to the idea?" Jacob chuckled.
"Yes, Nessie. How long will it take you to get that degree?"
"Two years if I take summer courses."
"I can live with two years."
"What do you want to call the shop when we get it?"
"We'll decide that when it actually happens. Let's focus on this for now."
"Alright, love. Whatever you say. So how's the carnival?"
"Great. Quil's so relieved that Claire isn't playing the recorder it's almost mean."
"Claire started playing an instrument? That's great."
"Nessie, it's the recorder. It's a vile instrument that's forcefully taught in elementary schools because no one would play it otherwise."
"It can't be that bad, Jacob."
"Watch that episode of South Park where the gang has to play the recorder and you'll change your mind. Granted, Claire hasn't figured out how to use the brown noise, but it's still painful."
"Jacob, she just started playing it. You can't expect her to be good at it already. Besides, I'm sure you're exaggerating. Quil would never think something like that when Claire's playing it." Jacob sighed.
"Nessie, the man said, and I quote, 'I wish I could go back in time to meet the man who invented the recorder so I could take Claire's and shove it up his ass. Then I'd beat him to death with it to ensure that the recorder would never be invented' end quote."
"He did not."
"Do you want him to tell you? He's right outside. I personally would rather meet whoever composed the song hot cross buns and hit his head against a wall repeatedly so he learned how much pain that stupid song brought me during third grade. That song still haunts me, Nessie."
"Well, Jacob, since learning to play the recorder is such a big requirement of the US school curriculum, I can't imagine that it's so widely hated."
"Nessie, Billy wrote a note to my music teacher demanding that I be allowed to do something else to earn my music grade. He was a hair away from breaking that thing in half because I was so bad at it."
"I'm sure Billy didn't do that."
"Seriously, Nessie, I'll have them tell you themselves how bad it was. And you can judge for yourself when you see Claire's recorder concert at the end of the year."
"They'll be better at the end of the year."
"Not if they don't practice, which they never do. When we were all playing the recorder, I think we practiced once for two minutes before the sounds was too much for is. It was like listening to a dying cat."
"That's how it is for anyone who's first learning an instrument. You get better with time."
"It's impossible to be good at playing the recorder because the recorder is a naturally awful sounding instrument. Seriously, go onto youtube and look for people playing the recorder. Even professionals sound bad."
"Jacob, that's not true and you know it."
"Have you ever heard someone play the recorder, Nessie? Even Edward would suck because it's a sucky instrument." I sighed.
"Even if it was a bad sounding instrument, I can guarantee you that daddy would make it sound good."
"Nessie, there are some things that even Edward can't do and making the recorder sound good is one of them."
"You want to bet?"
"Sure. Name your price." I giggled and shook my head.
"Never mind Jacob. There's no way to test it fairly."
"Haha, I win another argument." I shook my head.
"No, Jacob. This is an example of you being wrong even when you may very well be right. I gave you the age argument as a freebie, but I'm not giving you another one." Jacob chuckled.
"I'm right, Nessie, and you know it."
"Fine. Send me a tape or something of daddy playing the recorder and we'll place a verdict when I hear it. We'll decide the terms later."
"You're on, baby. Don't be so torn up about it when you lose the bet. I won't make you do anything too horrible."
"Likewise, Jacob. You're in for a rude awakening if you think my daddy can't play the recorder."
"I have no doubt he could play it. What I doubt is that even he would be able to do it well." I giggled and shook my head.
"Are you still coming next weekend?"
"Yeah, I am. You think I could tolerate another week of not seeing you?"
"I know what you mean. It's awful not seeing you every day."
"I know. I can't wait to see you again." I smiled.
"Me either. Since you're at the carnival with the others, I'll go ahead and let you go."
"They can wait." I shook my head.
"No, it's rude of me to keep you. I'll call you again later tonight and we can take all the time we like then." Jacob sighed.
"Alright, I'll talk to you later then." I smiled.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Then Jacob and I hung up our phones and I got to work on some homework that I hadn't finished yet.
Samantha was back shortly after Jacob and I finished talking. In hand, she had two cups of picante kimchi ramen that were already filled with water. She stuck them both in the microwave in our room above the mini-fridge one at a time and indulged in both when they were done. Before eating them, she cracked a raw egg over the top and added chili flakes to add extra heat.
"You know, I don't care if I get fat off this stuff. It's delicious." I smiled.
"At least you won't look at your expanding thighs and wonder how they got there." Samantha laughed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm nineteen, Nessie. I have the metabolism that lets me get away with eating this sort of stuff."
"Just remember that you won't have that metabolism forever." Samantha laughed.
"Forever or not, I'm enjoying it while it's here."
I finished my homework while Samantha ate her lunch. When she was done eating, she went to the shower to get herself clean and ready for tonight. My hair had already dried and it curled on its own, so styling it wasn't really needed unless I wanted to make it fuller. When Samantha got back, she turned on the hair dryer and got to work drying her hair. When it was dry, she combed through it and turned on her flat iron to straighten her hair. When it was just the way she wanted it, she looked through our closet for something to wear.
"Have you decided what you're wearing tonight?"
"Jeans and a t-shirt should do fine."
"Oh come on, Nessie. You can do better than that."
"Samantha, I don't need to. I'm married and no longer need to dress to impress for anyone other than my husband. And seeing as my husband isn't her, than I have no one to impress." Samantha sighed.
"Oh, Nessie. At least make it an interesting shirt. I think my shirts would fit you. You could always burrow one of my logoed shirts." I shook my head.
"I'll pass. The last thing I need is men looking at me boobs more than they already do. I don't believe them for a moment when they say they're just reading our shirts."
"It's partially true."
"Only partially."
"One thing's for sure, Nessie. Jacob will never have to worry about you committing an infidelity." I smiled.
"No he won't."
Samantha smiled and looked through the closet some more until she found a shirt and skirt combination that pleased her. Then she picked leggings and ankle boots to go with it. When she was done rummaging through the closet, I took the spot she'd been in and looked through my stuff for something. I took out my usual skinny jeans and my old slipknot shirt that still smelled like pot and a pair of sneakers. The shirt was really tight on me by now, so that would be enough for Samantha to consider it dorm party appropriate.
We left shortly after the party was due to start. As was promised, the living room of the dorm was filled with colorful lights and there was a guy sitting next to the stereo keeping up a good string of music. When I saw the giant keg in the middle of the room, I wasn't sure if I should be surprised that it was there, or that the teacher running the dorm was allowing it.
"The RA is letting people have a keg?" Samantha nodded.
"She lets them drink beer because she wants them to like her. I wish our RA cared about what we thought about her. Maybe then she wouldn't be such a massive bitch." I shrugged.
"We can dream."
"And don't let her catch you with Jacob in the dorm. He isn't technically allowed to spend the night there without talking to the school first and you know how rule bent the RA is."
"Don't let Mrs. Steinbach see Jacob in our dorm room. Got it."
Samantha smiled and we walked into the living room and joined the party. I was planning on staying off to the side for most of the party, but there were hundreds of people trying to talk to me or Samantha. For the most part, the guys backed off as soon as I showed them my ring, but there was one guy that was a little drunk and wasn't paying attention.
"So how do you like college, baby?" I sighed and ignored the slur in his words. I tried to remind myself that he was probably a nice person when he was sober.
"It's okay. How about you?"
"It's the shit. Living away from home, parties just about every night, it's awesome. It feels great to be all on my own." I nodded skeptically.
"Ahuh. And who's paying your tuition?" He was about to answer, but then his face became confused.
"Wait, what?" I sighed.
"You really are drunk if that confused you." He nodded awkwardly, not really knowing what I was talking about. Since he didn't know what I was saying, he changed the subject all together.
"You want to go back to my dorm? This party's starting to get lame."
"No thank you. I should stay here."
"Are you sure? I'm pretty good, if you know what I mean." I sighed.
"I'm a married woman, dude. You're fighting a lost battle." His face became confused.
"You want to have sex or not."
"No, I don't. I said that to you four times. And I suggest you stop with the beer before you end up passed out on the floor and make yourself a vegetable."
I walked away from the guy while he was scratching his head trying to figure out what I'd just said. When he couldn't figure it out, he went to another girl and started hitting on her. I tried looking for Samantha, but when I found her, she was in her boyfriend's arms making out like no one was there, so I left her alone. Seeing that just made me miss Jacob even more.
I left the dorm party really early and started walking back to my dorm. I wanted to talk to Jacob. As I was walking back to my dorm, I heard someone yelp, but then be silenced with a deafening crack that could only be bone. I froze, knowing all too well what that was. I started inching towards the sound trying to make sure the vampire would ignore me. As I feared, when I had the site in full view, it was Professor Frefererro with a man in his arms sinking his teeth into his neck. He finished in seconds and looked straight at me. When our eyes met, I turned the other direction and was about to walk away. But when I tried, he was suddenly right in front of me and walking closer to me with a look of death on his face. I would say I should've seen this coming, but that would be ironic.
"Black."
"Professor."
"What are you doing out at this hour?"
"I'm going back to my dorm." Professor Frefererro gave me an odd look to replace the evil stare.
"You seem oddly unalarmed by what you just saw."
"Even vampires need to eat, sir. Besides, that wasn't a student. It doesn't make killing right, but at least you didn't crush the hopes and dreams of a young, aspiring college student." Frefererro laughed without humor.
"Indeed. Who's going to miss a homeless man, right? How long have you known what I am?"
"Since I first saw you. I saw your eyes when you turned to the side. Same thing with Professor Del Toro." Frefererro sighed.
"Well, Filipe's a dumbass, so that can't be helped."
"Are you two friends?"
"I'd say he thinks of me as a friend and coven mate, and I think of him as the thorn in my side that I've been trying to get rid of for 600 years." He looked at me a moment thoughtfully. Then his face became awed and aware. "You're not human. But you're not a vampire either."
"I'm half and half. I'm told the discriminatory term is a Dhampir. My parents are Edward and Bella Cullen." His became intrigued.
"You mean the Cullens that killed the Volturi and ended the Lycan plague?" I nodded.
"One in the same."
"But why do you call yourself Renesmee Black?" I held up my left hand.
"I got married recently. Cullen's my maiden name."
"I see. So you know Carlisle Cullen really well, do you?" I nodded.
"He's my grandpa for all intents and purposes. Why, do you know him?"
"I knew his mother. I owned a bar in London for several years and had met Adele on several occasions. She was a sweet woman, really. It's a shame her husband went and accused her of witch craft."
"So that is what happened to her?" He nodded.
"Indeed. She had a little book that she would doodle in. Her father had been a doctor, so she grew up with a fascination of the human body. When Blaine found that book, he assumed it was witch craft and killed her after Carlisle was born. 'To cleanse her damned soul.'" He rolled his eyes at the last part.
"Does Carlisle know you?"
"Vaguely. I've met him once or twice, but his father thought the worst of me. I think he knew I was a vampire or something off, but I was rather intimidating to most. No one was willing to attack me and find out." Then he chuckled. "I'm actually good friends with the person that changed Carlisle. That's a story he tells to this day."
"Interesting."
"I also know that Advent fellow that Carlisle hates so much."
"Who?"
"Advent. He's a Frenchie that was a regular at the bar I owned. He found Carlisle's fate ironic and took joy in rubbing it in his face. Carlisle, of course, didn't appreciate that and they've despised each other since they first met. I can honestly say Advent is the only vampire to ever make Carlisle angry enough to lose his temper." I was quiet a moment. There was really only one thing I wanted to know at the moment.
"I won't tell anyone about this. You know that, right?"
"Of course I know that. You're in the same position I'm in. Granted the absence of the Volturi makes our lifestyle much easier, but rumors are spreading that your coven took the Volturi's place. And if you were strong enough to defeat them, there's no telling what you could do."
"We haven't taken over. Carlisle wouldn't hurt a fly, you should know that."
"I do. That's why it took a while for me to believe the Volturi were really gone. But with the news I heard of their abandoned castle and no news traveling amongst vampires of a new resting spot, I became a believer."
"Whatever keeps the peace in our world." He shrugged.
"It depends on where you are. In South America, there are blood bars popping up all over the place. I haven't seen one since the one I owned." My eyes widened.
"What?"
"Blood bars. That's the slaying term for them. But they're publically called morning clubs since they usually stay open until early morning."
"And do they….?"
"They steal donated blood or drain blood from victims they kidnap and serve it to vampires. Blood bars always have a bouncer that's strong enough to take on several vampires at once so they can remove a vampire that's getting out of hand. And if a human wanders in, then it's the end of their life, plain and simple."
"Will it make their existence obvious?" He shook his head.
"Not at all. Those were around for years and people were never the wiser. Besides, any human that wandered in never lived to tell people otherwise. I'd be more concerned about another one of those vampire territory wars breaking out. Without the Volturi around and Carlisle not willing to take over and lay down the law, who's to stop them? But I wouldn't worry about it too much."
"Are you sure?" He nodded.
"Positive. Now, on a much more important topic, did you read chapter nine like you were told?" I gave him a weird look for the 180 change in subject, but nodded.
"Yeah. I read it yesterday."
"Good. Then you must know all about Roman Hispania." I nodded.
"Yes sir."
"Good. Speak of this to no one and I'll leave you be. I expect the same from you. And whatever you do, don't tell Filipe about this. The last thing I need is him trying to convince me to make you a friend." I nodded awkwardly.
"No problem. Can I ask one thing, though?" He shrugged.
"I don't see why not. You've already seen me kill a man. What could be worse than that?" I was about to ask my question, but someone was suddenly behind me and gave me a big hug. I didn't recognize the scent and the grip was cold and hard and tight. I screamed in surprise and Frefererro got really mad. "Damn it, Filipe, put her down. You can't go around hugging people randomly." I heard a deep chuckle and recognized it as Professor Del Toro.
"Sorry, Diego. I couldn't resist. She's so adorable." Then Del Toro dropped me and went to Frefererro's side. "Did you do your homework, Bessie?"
"It's Nessie, Filipe."
"Did you do your homework, Nessie?" I nodded awkwardly.
"Yeah. I got it done yesterday."
"That a girl! I knew you could kick calculus in the ass!" Frefererro closed his eyes and rubbed his face in embarrassment.
"Yeah, calculus. Piece of cake." It was so strange for Professor Del Toro to act like this when he was a vampire. And one would never guess he did by looking at him. He was tall and muscular with dark brown hair that was thick and a woman would crave to touch. Frefererro was about the same. He was shorter and less muscular, but he was still handsome.
"So what are you doing out so late at night?"
"I'm going back to my dorm."
"And what brought on a conversation between you and Professor Castro?" Frefererro growled.
"God damn it, Filipe, shut up." Del Toro looked at Frefererro, then at me. Something looked like it clicked in his head.
"Did you two pass by each other on this lovely summer night?" I gave him a strange look and Frefererro's tone was like a growl as he answered.
"Stop trying to rationalize the situation, Filipe. Logic isn't something you're good with. She saw me attack that puto." Filipe gasped and looked at Frefererro.
"Diego, it's not very nice to call a man a puto."
"I don't give a flying fuck, Filipe. What does that have to do with Nessie?"
"Oh yeah, the homeless whore." Frefererro sighed and Del Toro looked at me thoughtfully. "So should we kill her?" I stiffened and Frefererro got angrier.
"No, Filipe! We don't need to do that. She's one of us anyway." When Frefererro said that, Del Toro's face seemed to light up.
"Yay!!" We both jumped back a bit from Del Toro's excitement, then he came to me and took both my hands in his. "We'll make great friends, Nessie. We'll go hunting together, and we'll take you to your first blood bar, and best of all, we'll paint each other's toenails." I was so stunned and wide eyed that I didn't say anything. Frefererro looked stunned, then embarrassed.
"Damn it, Filipe, the last thing this poor girl wants is to become your life size Barbie doll."
"But Diego, Barbie was blonde." Frefererro looked confused and attempted to say something, but then he gave up with a sigh and started rubbing his face again.
"Yes, Filipe, yes she was." I laughed nervously and smiled politely.
"I think I should get back to my dorm now. It was a pleasure seeing you both."
"It was a pleasure to see you too, Nessie. You be a good student now." I smiled at Professor Del Toro and was about to leave.
"Hold on Miss Black." I stopped and looked at Frefererro.
"Yes, sir?"
"You had a question for me and if its class related, I'd like to hear it."
"It's kind of a silly question, more like a rumor. Some people that had you say that you get really irritable during the Spanish Inquisition unit and I was wondering why that is." Frefererro was immediate to answer.
"That's not important, Nessie. Just stay on my good side and you'll be fine." But when Frefererro finished, Del Toro stepped in.
"He gets mad because during the Spanish Inquisition, his penis was cut off." I stared at them wide eyed and Frefererro's eyes filled with furry.
"God damn it, Filipe, don't tell people that!" Ignoring Frefererro, Del Toro continued.
"Frefererro was a Muslim, you see, and he refused to convert to Catholicism. When all their other torture methods didn't work, they cut off his penis. And that is why he gets so cranky, because he's a eunuch."
"God damn it, Filipe, what business is that of hers?! I don't want her to fucking know that! And another thing! They didn't cut off my penis, it was only my testicles! I wouldn't fucking be alive today if they cut off my penis!!" Del Toro was smiling kindly.
"Oh, don't worry, Diego. I'm sure she won't tell anyone that you don't have a penis."
"STOP FUCKING SAYING THAT YOU COMPLACENT FEATHERBRAINED FUCKTARD!!" Del Toro ignored him again and looked at me.
"And that's how Diego became a vampire, and we became friends. I found him like that, took pity on him, and changed him."
"You drained me of half the blood in my body and only stopped because monks started attacking you, Filipe!"
"Yep! And it was the start of a beautiful friendship." I stayed wide eyed as Frefererro yelled at Del Toro some more. I was beginning to understand why the relationship was one-sided.
As they kept arguing, I walked away without a single word to them. I knew Jacob would be mad that I talked to them, but I was hoping that the stupidity that came with it would cut through the seriousness of the situation. When I got back to my dorm, I looked at the clock and was stubbed to see it was already midnight. But at least it was only ten in Washington. I called Jacob and plopped onto my bed, waiting for him to answer me. When he did, he had the same joy and excitement in his voice that he always did when I called him.
"Nessie, how are you? What are you doing up this late?" I giggled and rolled my eyes.
"I just came back from a dorm party. I thought I should call you before I go to bed, but seeing as I'm clearly not at the top of things you want to do right now, maybe I'll just hang up and let you sleep."
"No, Nessie, I'm just concerned. I'm only lecturing because I love you."
"Will you still love me when I tell you that I caught Frefererro drinking someone's blood outside the dorm and now they know what I am and that I know what they are?"
"You talked to them?! Nessie, I asked you not to talk to them. Why did you talk to them?" I sighed.
"I'm sorry, Jacob, I know you're mad, but it's really not a big deal. They aren't a threat to us. Frefererro's just cranky at times and Del Toro's simply a two year old that's good at math. And it turns out Frefererro knew Carlisle and his mother."
"Of course he does, Nessie, they're all old."
"Jacob, that's awful!" Jacob chuckled.
"It's true when you're talking about vampires. They've all lived a long time and have had plenty of opportunity in the centuries that they've lived to come across each other one way or another."
"Jacob, just because they've been around a while doesn't mean they all know each other. And Frefererro was good friends with Carlisle's mother, so I think we should be nice to him." Frefererro didn't say he was friends per se, but I figured if he knew what he did about her, that was information that was generally only acquired when two people were friends. Especially when talking about a stuffy social setting like London.
"You can't expect that, Nessie. This man attacked a student!"
"It wasn't a student, it was a homeless man that wandered onto campus."
"That doesn't make it okay, Nessie"
"I never said it did. I'm just saying it wasn't one of the students. Besides, Jacob, when Professor Del Toro found out what I am, he decided we should be best friends and paint each other's toenails." There was silence on the other end of the line. I waited for Jacob's reaction, or lack thereof. When he finally spoke again, it was a quiet sound and very confused.
"What?"
"He offered to paint my toenails." There was silence again for a moment.
"Why?"
"He's happy to see another vampire on campus, even if I'm only half. And he's just a vampire that loves new people. Frefererro's more to himself and is kind of a prick, but he's okay."
"Nessie, please don't talk to them anymore. Even if your biggest worry is having your nails painted a bad color, please just leave them be."
"Don't you want to know the best part of the conversation? The thing I learned that will haunt me for the rest of my life and if I have to suffer so do you?"
"What are you talking about, Nessie?"
"It turns out that Professor Frefererro is a eunuch." There was silence again for a moment.
"You see, Nessie, I was eating a perfectly good bucket of KFC grilled chicken and you just ruined it by informing me that your Spanish teacher doesn't have balls. Thanks, Nessie, really, I appreciate it." I giggled and shook my head.
"You shouldn't be eating that stuff anyway. It's a one-way street to clogged arteries."
"Nessie, I'm stuck at the age of sixteen technically as long as I keep my wolf. A sixteen year old can eat all the KFC he wants and not gain an ounce. That's the beauty of being a teenage boy."
"A teenage boy that looks twenty eight."
"That's just a bonus baby. And you're a six year old that's trying to pass for nineteen, so yeah." I giggled.
"Obviously, I'm doing a good job. People honestly believe I'm nineteen."
"They'd think you were twenty five if you told them that, Nessie. You could pass." I grinned.
"How sweet of you to say, Jacob."
"Just telling the truth, Nessie. And while I'm thinking of it, be sure to tell Samantha to spend the night with a friend over the weekend. I'll be there by Friday night." I smiled.
"You gave me something to look forward to all week, Jacob."
"I gave us both something to look forward. And remember what I told you."
"What did you tell me?"
"I told you that when we were through, you wouldn't be able to walk." I giggled.
"Is that a promise, Jacob?"
"It most definitely is, Nessie."
"Should I go get a wheelchair before you get here?" Jacob and I laughed together.
"I would recommend it." We laughed some more and I rolled my eyes at him.
"I can't wait for the temporary paralysis, Jacob. That's the only time you'll ever hear me say something like that." Jacob chuckled.
"You could always do the same to me, Nessie. It might take a little more effort for you to make sure I couldn't walk, but I'm sure you can do it. I'm sure my boss won't mind letting me have one day off." I giggled and rolled my eyes again.
"God, I miss you."
"I miss you too, Nessie. I'm eagerly awaiting the holidays when you'll be home, even if only for a few weeks." I grinned.
"I'll make the month long break worth your while, Jacob. I can promise you that."
"I know you can, Nessie. And I'll do the same for you. Now get some sleep, Nessie. It's one in the morning where you are."
"It's midnight." Jacob chuckled.
"That's still a bit late to be up. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Nessie."
"Alright, Jacob. I love you."
"I love you too, Nessie."
When Jacob and I hung up, I tossed my phone onto my desk and closed my eyes. I wasn't really tired yet, but I knew I would be eventually if I kept my eyes closed long enough. Samantha didn't get back until two in the morning. When she did come back, she made a point to ask me why I bailed out on the dorm party. I just told her I was tired, leaving out any encounter with the professors, and left it at that. She was disappointed, but she let it go and get dressed for bed.
I woke up really late the next day and immediately called Jacob after I took a shower. Samantha worked on homework last minute like she very clearly had a habit of doing while Jacob and I talked all day. When I'd called him, he was at home enjoying the two pizzas I'd sent him and I fought a laugh when he managed to eat both in less than twenty minutes. He really was a bottomless pit.
While we spoke, my teachers never came up. I made a point not to talk about them. I knew that would only make Jacob upset. So instead, I told him things about Samantha to which she would always respond with the finger or sticking her tongue out at me. I'd stick my tongue out right back and we'd have a quick laugh about it. While talking to Jacob, I was sure to tell Samantha that Jacob and I needed her to spend the night with another friend in the dorm.
"Sure thing, Nessie. I'll spend the night with Crystal down the hall. I wouldn't want to interfere with you and your husband doing the nasty." I giggled and shook my head.
"What did she say?" I rolled my eyes at Samantha before answering Jacob.
"She thinks we're going to do something called the nasty while you're here." Jacob was silent a moment.
"I was kind of under the impression we would be too." It took a while for me to stop laughing after that. The sound of his voice had been so hurt that I couldn't stop myself. "Why is that so funny?"
"Never mind, Jacob, it just it. I've just never heard it referred to that before is all."
"You haven't?" I shook my head.
"Nope, never." Jacob chuckled.
"Sure you have. It's not something you hear every day seeing as you don't watch a lot of TV, but you've heard it." I rolled my eyes again and giggled.
"Whatever you say, Jacob. But I don't refer to it that way."
"I know, baby." Samantha laughed a little at us while Jacob and I were talking about that. I told her to shut up, she smiled innocently, and we changed the subject with another big laugh.
Other than her occasional snickering and little comments, Samantha was quiet while Jacob and I talked and she worked on all the homework she'd waited last minute to do. When Jacob and I had to hang up, just to bug Samantha, I made a bunch of kissing sounds. Jacob thought it was strange, but he went with it anyway.
That Monday in history, Frefererro hardly acknowledged me. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, but whenever I raised my hand to answer a question, he wouldn't call on me. There were only three kids in my class other than me that regularly raised their hands to answer question. Everyone else was either silent for the whole class or spoke to each other in English and never knew the material.
When class was over, I stayed in my seat and waited for the other people in the class to leave. When they were all gone, I walked to Professor Frefererro's desk. He looked a little surprised, but he went to the door and closed it before going back behind his desk. He stayed standing and so did I.
"Did you have a question, Miss Black?"
"You can call me Renesmee." He shrugged.
"Fair enough, Renesmee. Now did you have a question about class material?"
"I actually wanted to talk to you about something non-school related." He raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously.
"And that is….?" I sighed.
"I was hoping that you and Del Toro would refrain from hunting on campus."
"And why should we do that? There are humans to hunt on this campus and any human is free game."
"I understand, but the thing is……..you've heard of what my family did, right? With the Volturi incidences and the werewolf outburst thing?"
"What about it?"
"Have you heard of anything called the Quileute wolves, or Olympic wolves some people came to know them as?"
"Never heard of them, but go on." I sighed.
"Well, my husband, Jacob, is one of those wolves." He held up his hand to stop me.
"Your husband's a werewolf?" I shook my head.
"No, he's not a werewolf. He's a shape shifter that just happens to turn into a wolf. It's something that a lot of Quileute men can do. Women too if you count Leah."
"I don't know who Leah is."
"I know. So forget about that."
"Mrs. Black, does this have a point?"
"Yes, Professor, it does have a point."
"Then make it." I held back the annoyed sigh that wanted to form and answered his question.
"Those Quileute wolves hunt vampires. They protect the area I live from vampires and such and they do a good job of it. Jacob won't attack you or Del Toro as long as he never sees you or never sees you and him hunt. I don't want anything to happen."
"So you're asking me and Del Toro to change our hunting patterns because the big bad wolf is coming to visit?" I nodded.
"That's what I'm asking. It would only be over the weekend." Frefererro rolled his eyes and took off his glasses. When he did, the brown eyes changed to their normal scarlet red. It was strange to see him straight on with scarlet eyes. I was so used to seeing him with brown eyes and glasses.
"Renesmee, I'm not going to inconvenience myself by expanding my territory just because you're husband has a problem with vampires. If I see some dumb blonde prancing around that's only in college because her daddy has money, I'm drinking her blood. As far as I'm concerned, I'm doing the world a huge favor by killing off those students that are too retarded to put down the can of beer and study."
"It's only for the weekend. I don't want something coming up between you guys. I'll go to Del Toro, I'm sure he'll agree." Frefererro rolled his eyes.
"Of course he would. You could throw him a bone and he'd go after it."
"And whether you like him or not, he seems to have an effect on you that keeps you around."
"Renesmee, I'm not the one who stays. I try to ditch him in the desert somewhere and he still follows me. I told you, I've been trying to rid myself of him for 600 years."
"Why don't you just kill him if you hate him so much, professor?"
"Because as much of an idiot as he is, he's a gentle giant and I'd feel bad killing him. I'd feel much better if I ditched him out west somewhere and never saw him again."
"I never took you for a sentimental type, sir."
"Sometimes I am. And I'm not changing my hunting habits to make your husband happy. It's your job to do that, not mine. You took on that responsibility the moment he slipped that ring on your finger and you said 'I do'."
"And I think I do a damn good job of making him happy. But unfortunately, there are sometimes things that I can't easily control. I was hoping you might be willing to make this little inconvenience easier for me."
"It's not like he knows I'm here."
"Yeah he does. I told him about you and Del Toro when I found out you were both vampires."
"Does he plan to waste precious time hunting me when he should be spending it with you?" I was silent a moment.
"No. We're spending the weekend together." Frefererro nodded.
"Indeed. And with all that pent up sexual tension begging to be released, I'm sure he'll have no time to so much as worry about me let alone hunt me and Del Toro down. Keep the man busy and we'll all get along just fine."
"We sleep, professor."
"And?"
"We can't….do that all day long. It's not possible." Frefererro groaned.
"I once had sex with a flamenco dancer for two straight days. Granted she was a vampire too, but the point is, we did it for two days. If I can tolerate a woman for that long, you and he can keep each other company for a few short hours."
"Did I really need to know about the flamenco dancer?"
"Did it get my point across?" I shrugged.
"I guess."
"That's why you need to know about the flamenco dancer."
"I thought you were a….eunuch."
"I have a fucking penis, Mrs. Black, though the contents of my body are no business of yours whatsoever. What I no longer have are not needed to have sex, only to reproduce. And seeing as I'm a vampire and my partners are vampires, that's not an issue to begin with. And I expect you to never bring that up again." I nodded.
"Never again, sir."
"Good. Now read about Cordoba and get out of my face. I'll see you on Wednesday."
Frefererro took his seat at his desk and I walked out of the classroom slowly while he put his glasses back on. When I was down the hall, I walked a lot faster than normal. I was late to my science class, but that was a minor inconvenience. Frefererro had this look about him that was so intimidating and uncomfortable that being around him made people uneasy. I was no exception.
The next day in math, I took the time to talk to Del Toro about the same thing I'd told Frefererro. Though his response was much nicer and much more childlike, he pretty much said the exact same thing. He did promise to stay away from any wolves, but that was in a purely teasing tone, so I wasn't sure if he was taking me seriously or not. Though I doubted Del Toro ever took anything other than math seriously.
I didn't tell Jacob I talked to them about that. Telling him would only ensure that something bad would happen and if there was any chance I could make that less likely to happen, then I'd take it.
The rest of the week dragged on painfully. Anticipating for Jacob to come, it made me giddy and excited, so time seemed to slow down significantly. When it was finally Friday, I practically hurled Samantha out of our dorm as soon as our classes were over. It was only one in the afternoon and Jacob probably wouldn't get here until late at night, but I had every intention of leaping at him as soon as I saw him and I didn't want to take any chances that Samantha might still be here when Jacob arrived.
"You know, Nessie, this is my room too. You can't kick me out like this."
"Samantha, I haven't seen my husband in two solid weeks and you know exactly what we're planning to do as soon as he gets here. And frankly, I don't want you here when that happens."
"Nessie, it's a three day drive from Washington to here. Even if he left early Wednesday morning, it'll still be well into midnight before he shows up."
"I don't care. He might get here sooner. And I plan on attacking him even if you're here in the room."
"You don't strike me as the kind of girl that would do something like that."
"Normally I'm not. But to be perfectly frank, Samantha, I want Jacob so badly right now that we could have sex in the theatre with a crowd watching and I wouldn't give a rat's ass."
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving. Jesus, slow down a little would you. You're like a desperate virgin on crack."
"Sure, whatever Samantha. Now go to your friend's dorm. Are you sure you remembered everything you need?"
"Believe me, I have it. The way you're acting right now, you wouldn't even stop to acknowledge me or have the decency to cover up." I shook my head.
"You're right, I wouldn't. Have fun with what's her face." Samantha laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Have fun with hubby." Samantha smiled and I smiled back before practically slamming the door shut. Samantha exaggeratingly yelped in pain pretending that the door had actually hit her butt.
The rest of the day, I had my phone close by at all times waiting for Jacob to call me and ask to be let up. I did homework to pass the time, but that was over with way too quickly. I was finished by two and I still had a while before Jacob would most likely arrive. Samantha had brought a Nintendo with her to school, so I started playing Link even though I was horrible at the game. And it never took long for the fairy to get on my nerves. When I couldn't tolerate the fairy anymore, I turned off the Nintendo and started rereading my Spanish history book.
I got bored with it after reading two chapters ahead and threw my book onto the floor and laid in bed looking at the ceiling. I hated being anxious. I wished Jacob would just make it. I looked over at the clock and it was only three. I groaned and laid in bed a little longer and tried to fall asleep to make the time go by faster. But since I was so anxious, that didn't happen at all.
I ended up lying in Samantha's bed because she had one of those optic posters that looked like they were moving. It was better than staring blankly at the ceiling. When it was around five, I heard a tapping on the window and looked up to see Jacob perched on a branch on the tree outside waving his hand while another hand was holding a big bouquet of red roses. I leaped from Samantha's bed and ran to the window opening it as fast as I could. I didn't even say hello or give him a chance to do the same. I grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled him into the dorm room and forced my lips to his without a single word.
As we were kissing, I heard Jacob close the window, then his hands roamed up my body until they reached my hair where he intertwined his fingers with my hair. I'd vaguely heard something fall to the floor, but I paid little attention to it.
As Jacob and I kissed and I licked his bottom lip to make it deeper, I brought my hands around to his back and pulled him forward as I walked back towards the general direction of my bed. As I was walking, Jacob stopped us and took his hands out of my hair and brought them to my legs, which I pulled up and wrapped around his waist. My hairs wrapped around his neck and the kiss deepened even more with the new closeness.
Jacob took over and walked to the bed I was trying to lead him to. When he reached it, he pulled us onto the bed and rested my back on the sheets as soon as he had his balance. When my head hit my pillow, Jacob took his lips away from mine and started kissing along my jaw until he got to my ear and sucked and licked. Even lying down, I still felt really dizzy. My nails were dragging along his back and neck and I felt him shutter every time my nails touched his spine.
Jacob placed soft kisses along my neck and trailed his tongue to taste my skin. He sucked on my skin when he reached the spot between my neck and shoulder, and it made me moan his name. Jacob smiled to himself and kept doing what he was doing. He sucked at that spot, the spot at the base of my throat, then the other spot where my neck and shoulder met. As he was sucking that spot, his hands went to the hem of my tank top and he pulled it up, taking his lips away only long enough to get the tank top off and over my head.
When my shirt was off, his mouth went right between my breasts and his hands took both and rubbed and squeezed them lovingly. While he was doing all that, I lifted my hips against his to add friction and he groaned into my skin when I rubbed his erection. I kept my left hand on his back, dragging my nails against his skin, while my right hand wandered down between us. I went straight for his erection and his grip tightened for a mere instant when I had my hand there. He was wearing his sweats like he usually did whenever he went on patrol.
Jacob kissed his way up my breast until he reached my nipple and he sucked on it like a child. When he did that, I slipped my hand inside his sweats and rubbed his shaft, squeezing as tightly as I could. With that touch, he groaned again and pushed forward sharply, making me squeak from the feeling.
When Jacob was satisfied with my left breast, he kissed his way to my right while his left hand trailed down my body, squeezing my waist and hips as he went down. That hand forced my leg up sharply, making us a little closer together. Then it trailed back down and over the inside of my thighs. His hand traveled all the way to my center where he rubbed his fingers against me teasingly. I moaned his name with every touch and Jacob smiled against my breast.
He sucked on my breast a few more minutes and I kept stroking him tightly. Then Jacob started kissing my ribcage and my stomach, keeping his kisses light and airy. When his lips were just above the waistband of my pajama pants, the hand that had been teasing me went there as did his other hand and he pulled my pants and panties down so I was bare to his eyes. I lost hold of his shaft moments before he reached that part of me, and I took a firm hold of his head when he got to that part.
One hand stayed on my hip and rubbed lovingly while his other hand touched me and forced his fingers inside me, helping his tongue with what he was doing. With the first touch of his tongue, I was flying and felt weightless in his arms. I held onto his head tightly and breathed heavily as his tongue worked its wonder on my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I was whining his name. The moment I said his name for the first time, his fingers moved faster inside me and I was fighting back a scream.
I bit down on my lip to keep myself quiet and Jacob persisted with a joyfully fast pace. Even with my teeth biting into my lip, I was still moaning in a hard to hear high pitch and my breathing accelerated even more. Jacob never slowed and his tongue never stopped working as I was rising higher and higher. When I couldn't hold on anymore and I was as high as I could get, my body crashed and I breathed in sharply and kept moaning gently as his hand slowly moved to help me ride out the orgasm.
When I was down, Jacob kissed his way back up my body and didn't stop until his lips were at my ear, licking my earlobe. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders tightly, never wanting to let go. Then Jacob was finally inside me and the wonderful feeling was back and I was ready to go all over again. I moaned his name as he entered me and Jacob took in a sharp breath and sucked on my skin just below my ear. Then he licked my ear again and I shuddered.
"I've missed you so much, you know that?" I couldn't do anything but nod. "I thought about you all the time, trying to pretend you were still home." Jacob moved suddenly, then stopped again. "Especially at night when I was alone. I tried picturing you doing all those things I like. I could never get it quite right, though." I moaned.
"That's why you have me, Jacob." Jacob chuckled and kissed my neck. Then he moved sharply again and breathed sharply and moaned.
"Did you think of me, Renesmee? Whenever you were alone or when you felt like you needed someone to hold you, did you think of me?" I nodded my head and lifted my hips up sharply, doing the same thing to him as he'd done to me.
"You're all I ever thought about, love."
Jacob responded with rapid movement and sucking on my neck greedily. I bit into his shoulder to muffle my moans and didn't even gentle my bite when I tasted blood. Jacob and I wrapped our arms around each other tightly and Jacob moved at jolting speed inside me. My lips on his skin was all that kept me from screaming.
Though he was sucking on my skin, Jacob was breathing heavily. I even felt vibrations in his stomach like he was growling. He probably was. Jacob and I stayed in that position for several thrusts and it never stopped feeling wonderful. But after a while, I decided to change positions. So I pushed on his chest so I could be on top. Jacob didn't fight me and turned onto his back like I wanted him to. But unfortunately, we were both used to having a king size bed. So when Jacob turned over, we both fell of the bed and onto the floor.
We were both so stunned, especially since the force from the fall seemed to make him slam into me. I lifted myself up in a straddling position and Jacob and I both started laughing at what just happened. His hands went to my hips and he caressed me gently.
"I can't believe we just did that."
"Me either. Shame on both of us for forgetting that we aren't in a king size bed right now."
"We're on the floor, Nessie. That's more than enough room, even for me." I started laughing and shook my head at him. He laughed too and lifted himself into a sitting position and held me tightly.
We laughed a little longer before Jacob kissed me again and I forgot what it was we'd been talking about. Once we were kissing again, I started moving to a new rhythm and Jacob followed with me perfectly. My hands went to his shoulders and I took a firm grip on him so I could increase my movements to add to the pleasure I was feeling.
Our lips never came apart. Our tongues mimicked what our bodies were doing and my head was spinning so much that I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep myself balanced if Jacob wasn't holding me. As we both came closer and closer to our release, Jacob's grip on me tightened even more and he used his left hand on my hip to force my body to move even faster. Then he forced me onto my back again with a thud and moved on his own as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
It only took a few more thrusts for me to reach the highest point and to see light behind my eyes. When my orgasm hit, I felt it all over my body and I clutched onto Jacob like a lifeline. Jacob went two more before he came and his grip on me became the tightest it'd been all night. When we were both spent, Jacob plopped on top of me and sucked on my neck for a moment. I sighed contentedly and ran my fingers through his hair.
"You enjoying your visit so far, Jacob?" Jacob chuckled and nodded his head.
"Best vacation I've ever had." Jacob brought his lips to mine in another kiss and smiled at me. "I didn't even get a chance to give you your flowers."
"Give them to me now." Jacob smiled, nodded his head, then kissed the tip of my nose before getting up and going to the flowers that had fallen to the floor. He came back with the bouquet of red roses in hand.
"Here are the flowers I promised you." I smiled and took them from him and held them to my chest so I could smell them.
"They're beautiful, Jacob, thank you." Jacob grinned.
"That pizza was a piece of heaven. Thanks for that."
"Next time, I'll send you an Italian meatball sub from Portillo's or something. Someone told me those are really good."
"Either that or just a plain old fashioned Italian sub. You know, those ones with roost beef in bread that they dunk in the juice from the meat?" I scrunched my nose.
"Sounds awful."
"It's not. It's fantastic."
"We'll get that while you're here, then. I doubt an Italian sub would travel well, even over night." Jacob shrugged.
"I'd eat it just because you sent it to me." I smiled and smelled the roses again.
"It's been such a long two weeks." Jacob nodded.
"It really has been." I giggled.
"Daddy told me about the eating of silver wear and plates." I laughed a little more and Jacob was fighting a smile, pretending to be mad.
"It doesn't happen that often." I rolled my eyes and crawled over to him with the roses still in hand.
"Well, seeing as that always happened when you were thinking of me, I don't anticipate that being a problem while you're here with me. Wouldn't you agree?" Jacob laughed a little and shook his head at me.
"Shut up, Nessie."
"I will not. And how dare you tell me to shut up Jacob William Black?" Jacob laughed a little more and came a little closer to my face.
"I'm just rude, I guess." I kept my face and tone teasingly serious as I answered.
"You most certainly are. Telling a young lady to shut up. Honestly, Jacob, where are your manners?"
"They went out the window when I came." I looked at Jacob wide eyed a moment before he started laughing and I laughed with him. "That was a bad joke, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was a funny bad joke. I will ask that you try to recuperate those lost manners before we go out in public. I can't have my husband acting like an animal in front of people other than me." Jacob grinned and rolled his eyes.
"Alright, Nessie." Then he gave me a sweet kiss which I happily returned. His hands both came to my face while mine stayed on the roses. "I love you, Nessie."
"I love you too, Jacob. I missed you so much." Jacob nodded.
"I missed you too. Never more than a week. I promise. I'll be here again next weekend and the weekend after that, then the weekend after that too." I smiled and kissed his sweetly.
"You're damn straight you will." Jacob and I laughed together for a little while longer before Jacob and I kissed again.
He made it instantly passionate and took my roses away and placed them on the floor so he could get to me without a single barrier. I held him tightly and we stayed on the floor and made love again and again. Every tension we felt and every need was met in those repeated unions and I never wanted to let him go. I wished I could just keep him in my dorm and always have him here whenever I was done with school. But I would have to settle with just having him on the weekends for the next two years.