RENESMEE'S POV
We were all in the main Cullen house living room talking about random things. Esme talking about how it's not fun seeing everyone die from random diseases, Emmett crying about Halo 6 not coming out, Alice ranting on about the Bachelor. I just smiled at the scene.
I felt Jake tap my shoulder from beside me. I tilted my head to see him smiling at me.
"You good?"
I nodded my head.
"Hey, who's Juan Pablo?" He questioned.
I giggled lightly. "A jerk,"
He nodded his head. "I figured," He smiled, flashing his Jake-y grin that showcased his deep-seated dimples.
They were the most beautiful I had ever seen –Stop it Nessie!
I looked up to see my father, Edward giving me a bizarre, perplexed look. I quickly hid my face, trying my absolute best to hide the blush forming on my cheeks.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have a dad that could read my every thought. I mean, isn't that an invasion of privacy?
Or maybe I'm crazy, I don't know. Maybe my thoughts are crazy, why do I think my best friend/brother's dimples are beautiful? He has seen me in my diapers before.
But the dimples though –
I looked up to see if my dad was listening to my thoughts but he didn't seem bothered.
"Bella fell off a mountain?" Rosalie questioned in shock and Emmett's guffaw only got louder.
"Yep, I saw it!" Alice smiled.
Of course she did!
"The mountain lion put up a fight," Edward chuckled. My mother tapered her topaz eyes at my father. "I'm sorry, love, but you did."
"How can a cougar tackle you?" Jasper questioned.
"It wasn't like that. I just got distracted," Bella defended her case.
"From what? The scenery?" Emmett laughed loudly. Bella smiled, slightly eying my father before they both chuckled uncontrollably.
We all knew what that meant and everyone groaned and shuddered at the thought.
"Ugh, seriously? I just drank blood," Emmett gagged, flashing a disgusted look. Edward and Bella just continued laughing.
"No, she lost her focus because she smelt the scent of a dog," Edward stated. "Apparently, Seth really wanted to go for a run and play fetch," Edward smiled.
I couldn't stifle the laugh erupting in my throat. "Are you serious?"
Bella sighed, nodding her head. "Yep, he intended to make a practical joke but I was not laughing."
"Ooh, Bella on full anger-mode. Five bonus points!" Emmett stated. I shook my head at my weird uncle.
"I was on the verge of breaking his back again like I did seven years ago." Bella pointed out with an eye roll. "Luckily, Edward here came to the rescue. I don't think he'd be pleased a dislocated one of his best friend's back."
"Who also happens to be your brother-in-law, I don't think you would've gone with it." Dad told mom.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Meh,"
"W-wait, you broke Seth's back? Why?" I questioned, feeling completely confused. I thought she and Seth were close.
Edward and Bella snuck glimpses at each other before turning over to Jake whose pulse picked up. I watched as my mother and father turned back to each other, having mental conversations before turning back to me.
"It was my test, I guess." Bella shrugged.
I furrowed my brow, but then ceased it. "Oh, because you were a newborn? I see. Wow, did Seth piss you off that much?"
"Eh, you'd say I got pissed off, yes." She hummed, eying Jacob knowingly. I frowned.
"Weird," I whispered.
"I'll talk to Seth about interruption of intimate outings and invasion of privacy." Jake pointed out so quickly, I literally almost forgot what the topic was all about.
"That will be much appreciated, thank you Jacob." Bella told him.
"Haven't you guys ever wondered how a rat's blood tastes like?" Uncle Emmett questioned, channel-hopping and stumbling upon Ratatouille.
"I think I have made my decision," Lizzie's voice announced shakily as she entered the room. All the laughter and conversations died down almost immediately, everyone's focus was now reverted onto the young lady.
Staring at her now, I didn't believe she was the same bright teacher I met six months ago. She was pale as a sheet. Her eyes were filled with cracks and bruises –although it wouldn't have been extremely discernible in human eyes – and her body seemed untouchable, like if you'd touch her she's immediately mutilate.
"I have done a lot of soul-searching and I think I have decided what I am going to do with this situation." She began. "Firstly, I would like to thank you all for inviting me to your wonderful home. You are all kind to me and I will forever be grateful." She said to us.
I frowned. Where was she going with this?
She inhaled a deep breath. "I never planned on having kids, I don't think anyone does when they actually do, but Bella can agree with me that when it does happen, you get this feeling in you you've never felt before." She said, eying my mother who smiled back.
"I feel like this child needs to have a life. Despite the supernatural part, it is still a child, a living being. And I don't think killing it will solve anything at all. A child needs a loving home, with a family of nice people who would care for it unconditionally and if I don't make it…" She trailed off, wiping a tear from her eye. "I would really want this child to have a life. So yes, I think I'm going to go through this. I know it's crazy, and I'm absolutely not prepared but…I have to do this. Reasons being, I do not believe in abortion, I'm a woman of faith, I don't put killing a living thing on the top of my list. As much as I don't want the child to have to wonder who its father is, and find out he's actually a conniving twerp but…I value life, I value this baby, even if I succumb to my wounds at the end of the day."
"You mean when you die?" I questioned.
"Nessie, please," My mother warned me.
Lizzie stared at me. I couldn't believe she's doing this. She can't be willing to give up her own life for this baby. I'm sorry but she can't do that!
"Lizzie, if this is what you want. We can get through this with you." Rosalie assured her.
Lizzie smiled. "Thank you," She said, but wince as a spasm hit her. She clasped her stomach and everyone shot up. "The kid just kicked me,"
"Are you okay?" Bella stated, running over to her side.
Lizzie nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Carlisle will be here in an hour." Edward told us all.
I turned over to Alice who had a frustrated look on her face. She was uncharacteristically quiet this whole time. Maybe she's trying to have vision.
Lizzie nodded her head and Rosalie helped her up to her room. Rosalie came back a couple of minutes later.
I couldn't help but think about everything. I am going to lose my friend over this mess that I probably created if I didn't act sooner and stopped Charles from furthering his relationship with her. This is my fault and I know it.
After Lizzie left the room, my family immediately began discussing what had just happened and the next step forward. My father immediately contacted my grandfather whilst my mother had a small disagreement with my aunts about the decision Lizzie was making.
I involuntarily got off my seat on the sofa. I was on the verge of leaving the room when I felt a hand tug me. I spun around to see Jake frowning up at me.
"I'll be right back," I assured him, slipping my way through his grasp and heading up the staircase to my room –which I assumed now was hers. I inhaled a heavy breath before tapping against the mahogany door lightly.
"Come in," I indistinctively heard her whisper in reply. I opened the door and waltzed in to see her carefully sitting on the bed, facing the ceiling.
"Hey," I greeted softly, shutting the door behind me.
She didn't reply after a few seconds. "Hey," She murmured to me, but it didn't sound right.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I shook my head. "What am I saying; of course you're not okay."
She released a light chuckle, although it came out as a cough. I furrowed my eyebrows and pouted my bottom lip.
"What are you doing in here?" She asked me, releasing another rough cough.
I walked over to her bed. "Um…I just came to see if you were okay. That must have been hard ,for you?"
"Not really, I mean, a decision needed to be made and I thought that was the best one." She told me.
"Is it really?" I stated. She gave me a frown as she sat up, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "I mean…" I paused as I sat on the edge of the bed. "This is your life, Liz. You don't have to go through with this. Carlisle can do something –"
"Look, Nessie. I appreciate your concern but I have already made my decision."
"I know. I know, it's just…" I trailed off. I knew whatever I said wouldn't change anything.
She stared at me for a while before sighing and fiddling with her hands.
"I told you why I wanted to keep it…to keep the baby," She told me, slightly groaning at the name. "But I never told you the reason behind it all."
I frowned, hoping she'd elaborate.
"Ever wondered why I don't talk about my brother whenever you ask me about him?" She questioned. I nodded my head in remembrance. "Well, that's because it's hard to talk about him."
I didn't know where she was going with this, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy for her, judging by the pained expression on her face.
"Sometimes I don't even know where to start…" She paused. "Carter, my brother and I lost our mother when he was four years old through bone marrow disease. You could only imagine what he was going through, since at that age, your mother's your whole world. After losing her, the family dynamic shifted I guess. We were now living in a single-income family. Throughout the grieving process, my dad got involved with alcohol and a bunch of substances, he suddenly changed. Basically he wasn't performing his best in the 'Parent department'. By that time, I was seventeen so that meant I needed to take the responsible, higher authority figure in the household." She told me, flashing a small smile although I could see the agony in her eyes.
"So I got a job at the supermarket, but I got fired for stealing the food and then I got a job at a bar, but that didn't pay much so I got myself fired." She chuckled. "I thought I was helpless until I came across my dad's friend's panel beater shop. I guess that's where my love for cars came in. Things weren't that great, especially in that year where my brother got diagnosed with Autism. A couple of months after my mom died, we had to find out that my brother had suffered from a mental illness. Story of my life right? A drunkard for a father and an autistic for a brother with my mother six feet under."
"I'm sorry," I whispered crackly, looking at her, completely not realizing I had fresh tears streaming down my pallid cheeks. She shook her head.
"No. Don't be sorry…" She paused, staring down before grabbing hold of my hands. I almost flinched at how icy and brittle they felt. "This is why I need to go through with this. Don't you see it? This child needs to be brought into this world, despite the obstacles. Supernatural or not, it's still a living being. I've lost so much in my life, and I'm not prepared to lose anymore."
I stared into her eyes. I understood what she was saying, but I didn't quite process it.
"You know you'll be risking your life?"
"So I've been told." She chuckled non-humorously. "But I don't care. I'm prepared to face any challenges ahead. If it means I'll be damned to death then so be it –" She mentioned. I slightly hissed.
"Do not say that. My grandfather –my whole family will do whatever they can to save you. Your heart won't stop beating, you understand?" I said to her, placing my hand on her cheek. I could see the blood streaming through her white-clothed face.
She smiled weakly and nodded her head.
"Some days I wish I could just redo that night, maybe I wouldn't be in this predicament quite early." She told me.
I simpered slightly then let my smile fall when I remembered something.
"You said you and Charles met at a bar, if I'm not mistaken? I mean I don't
want to bring up bad memories but I was just curious?" I questioned.
"No. They weren't bad memories, actually, one of the bests." She told me.
I frowned.
Lizzie's flashback
Waiting for a live John Mayer concert is one thing but waiting for a date that would obviously never show is another. It's hard to believe there's ever enough jerks in this world. I'm tired of all these men, and I'm pretty sure more than half of the female population agrees with me.
My night had been made. I'm sat on this impossibly uncomfortable counter seat with a glass of Bourbon in my grasp, listening to boring ole music played by the instruments and doing all of this alone. Great!
"Hey, doll face, it's been four hours. I think he's a no-show." The dickhead bartender had the audacity comment.
"I figured." I flashed him a fake smile. I sighed. "Don't you have glasses to wash and drinks to refill, which by the way I need on this gal right here!" I gestured to myself. "And a cheese burger to go with extra hot sauce, please?"
"You got it," The bartender replied, polishing a couple of wine glasses.
I sighed, taking a sip of my drink and staring at a poster of a girl that had gone missing almost a year ago. I pulled my phone out, only to come across the wallpaper of my brother and I. I smiled slightly as I eyed my eleven year old brother carefully. I sighed as I slipped my phone back into my bag and took a sip of my drink.
"You okay down there, my lady?" An alluring subterranean voice pulled me out of my trance.
"Oh I'm great! Absolutely fantastic!" I mentioned, making sure the person sensed the sarcasm.
"Too bad, I assumed you needed more than Bourbon." The person told me. I got tired of referring to him as a person and tilted my head to the side to see the most striking sight imaginable with the statue of a majestic creature, that only resembled purity and beauty…drop-dead beauty.'
I gave him a small smile.
"So what happened?" The man with the accented voice said to me. I lingered my eyes over to his pink lips.
"A jerk stood me up," I told him truthfully.
"What an utter jerk!" He mentioned. I giggled.
"Yeah, well, we can't have plenty of those in this world right?" I said to him. He smiled, swigging a sip of his beer. "So, let me guess, drowning your sorrows from a tough day at med school?"
"Med school?"
"You know, working up to be the next surgeon of whatever, finding a cure for cancer, dreaming of winning the noble prize." I hummed. He flashed the neatest, perfect grin of interest. "And since you're a med-student, shouldn't you know better than chunking down alcohol?"
"You're a bit of a smartass, aren't you?" He told me.
"A bit?" I chuckled. He nodded. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I wrote for Oxford," He told me.
"Hmm, that looks good on a med-school app?" I joked.
"Since you're such a smartass, you should probably know that medicine wouldn't be the only thing I'd major in." He told me.
I smiled. Oh. Right… I should've thought about that. I gnawed my bottom lip.
"So what are you doing here in this weird town called Oakland Woods?" I asked.
"I just graduated, so I'm going to start my first teaching job at one of the high schools."
"Oh, that's funny because I'm also a teacher." I chuckled.
His perfect smile was in full view yet again, but I noticed how much it complimented his gorgeous ocean blue eyes. His dusky hair had been
following the crystal scenery.
"What are you teaching?" He asked me.
"Biology, you?"
"History," He replied, taking the next seat closer to me, leaving one seat in between us.
"Ah right. I should've known. History major, quite unexciting people." I said to him. He scoffed.
"Well, on the contrary, I find history quite fascinating to me. It almost makes me feel like I had already relived it." He told me; however, I could sense a double meaning behind it but blindly ignored it.
I smiled. One of my favorite songs popped up and I silently gasped.
"Gosh, I love this song." I told him.
"Betsey Bates?" He questioned. I grinned, managing to sneak in a small blush as I stared into his eyes. "You know, I wasn't so sure at the beginning but I'm thoroughly impressed."
"Why?" I chuckled.
"Well…" He paused as he flashed over to the sneak next to mine. I could now catch a whiff on his amazing smell drenched in cologne.
"You're incredibly smart, you easily detect who a person is just by looking at them but then absolutely getting it false…" He said, laughing. I blushed. "You're also beautiful."
"Is that what you tell all the ladies?
He shook his head. "Only the ones worth getting to know, I'd like to know more about you," He mentioned to me, this time staring deep into my eyes and vice versa. Staring into his eyes sent this stir in my stomach; it was as if his eyes literally looked through my soul as he said those words.
I found myself involuntarily nodding my head in agreement, staring into his piercing blue eyes, losing myself in them for a little bit. I smiled.
"Yeah, I'd like to know more about you too."
End of Lizzie's Flashback
"Well that's the story I guess. I assume you know what happens after that." She told me. "I wish things went differently, you know? I wish I had waited a little while with him and maybe I wouldn't be in this mess."
I smiled slightly. I understood what she was going through. She felt like she had her fairytale story. It seemed like she and Charles shared something wonderful together but it was terrible because it wasn't real. He wasn't real. His name was a perfect example of that.
"Lizzie, Charles isn't who you thought he was."
"I mean I know that now, but it felt good to have a connection with someone that actually liked me back…or so I thought." She told me.
"No, I mean…" I paused. "Wait. Who stood up on your date that night?"
She was about answer but shut herself up as she sat, facing the ground. I furrowed my brows at her frozen state.
"What's wrong?"
Suddenly, I watched as she unhitched her jaw open and spewed regurgitated solids and liquid into the bucket she immediately grabbed from the ground. My eyes widened.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She coughed, sitting back on the pillows and shutting her eyes. She nodded her head slightly, placing the bucket on the ground but it was as almost as if that action sent a spiral at the trigger and I watched as she began spewing all over the bed, this time she regurgitated a more, soluble, crimson liquid.
Blood…
As if on cue, my family immediately shot in through the doors, full speed ahead and hurried their way over to Lizzie.
"Lizzie," My dad immediately went on full protection mode.
I was in too much shock to even tune in to what everyone was saying as I tried sitting up. The room was blurry; all I could see was the blood. I lifted my left hand to see the blood that landed on it. My lips quivered, teeth gritted, my eyes twitching and my hands trembling, I lost my ability to breathe.
My dad shot his head at me.
"Bella, get her out of here!" Edward shouted, holding Lizzie by the hand whilst Rosie held the other. "Get her out!" He shouted.
Bella ran over to my side, gripping my free hand firmly. It was then Carlisle waltzed into the room with medical equipment in his grasp.
"I came here as fast as I could. I'm off for the month." He told no one in particular. "Let's get Lizzie to the medical room, stat!"
"Honey, let's go," My mom muttered in my ear, holding me close to her whilst she and I walked out. I couldn't process what had just happened. All that I could think about was…the blood.
So much blood…
"Nessie! Nessie!" I heard my mom call for me. I drifted away from the images in my head and finally set my eyes on my mother.
"What just happened? There was blood…blood everywhere!" I cried out, my hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Honey, when last did you hunt?" She asked me.
My eyes bulged widely at the realization and my breathing hitched frantically.
"Oh my god, it's been months! D-did I try to –? Oh my god, I didn't just try to kill my Biology teacher didn't I? What's wrong with me? I-I –There was so much blood mom!" I sobbed, feeling vicious tears fall down my cheek and hit the soft ground. I watched as my family scurried out the room with a gush as they went to get Lizzie downstairs.
"Shh, shh," Mom soothed, holding me by the face to calm me down. I stared into her topaz eyes, but she seemed so blurry to me as more tears welled up. "Let's go hunting, okay. Everything will be okay,"
I nodded my head as she and I began descending the stairs, immediately slipping out of the house and heading for the woods.
My mom dashed a bit slow to keep up with my half-immortal speed, making sure I don't go running into tree traffic because of absolute shockwave.
As more tears threatened to fall, the wind just blew them away. We rushed through the impossibly thick mist of the clearing, surpassing every tree that we came across with.
"Stop!" My mother hissed, placing her hand on my stomach as we stopped on a cliff. "Look," She murmured, gesturing to the herd of deer over the cliff river water.
"Should we go around it?" I questioned.
She shook her head. "I'll go over it," She said, taking a couple of steps back. I furrowed my eyebrows.
She sped up inhumanly fast and made it to the other side in a nanosecond. I couldn't even blink. She spun around to face me.
"You'll find me here." She told me.
"I think I'm going to jump," I said to her.
Her eyes widened in the horror. "No, Ness –Renesmee no! Do not jump, go around. I'm coming over! You can't jump –"
"That will take forever. Mom, I can do this. Trust me." I told her, moving a few steps back. "I can make it," I murmured to myself.
The distance between the two cliffs was gigantic, approximately 20 ft. apart, the cliffs were so high that the water sounds were inaudible but I was determined to make it over.
I haven't jumped over this far in my past seven years of existence but I was determined to break that record. I might be crazy but I need to prove my fears wrong, that I am able to tackle an obstacle.
I shut my eyes and let my feet guide me wherever it took me.
After about a second, I found my feet landing on gravel ground.
When I felt the hard gravel ground, I released a sigh of absolute relief. I looked at my mom and nodded my head. She grinned at me.
"Okay, that was awesome but do not ever do that to me okay?" She warned, pulling me into a hug before we got down, preparing for our hunt.
On my third or fourth deer, I dropped the body down and immediately bawled in tears. My mother caught this and sped over to my side.
"Nessie," She muttered.
"I don't know what got over me in there. There-There was so much blood and…I just couldn't…" I croaked.
Bella immediately draped her arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I returned the embrace.
"Honey, I know. I know." She consoled me. "You're okay now. You just haven't hunted in a while."
I pulled away to stare at her and placed my hand on her cheek. I just hate that feeling. I sniffled as I projected my thoughts.
"I know, baby," She whispered into my ear.
Hopefully I will never have to deal with this again.
… …
The Next Day
The school day ended rather quicker than I thought, or at least quick as I wanted it to be. The whole day, I had been worrying about how Lizzie was doing. After that little incident in her room, Carlisle was now keeping caution over Lizzie 24/7. It literally got to the point where he decided to get a whole month or two off work in order to keep a proper eye on Lizzie's pregnancy. Carlisle says that when Lizzie regurgitated blood the other day, the fetus must've been trying to reject consuming her blood. My parents told me I did something similar when I was in the womb, I didn't want to hurt my mom and so did the baby.
Carlisle worked his magic and got her stabled for a while, giving her a bunch of antibiotics and anesthetics to ease the pain she was suffering. It was starting to get really intense.
Besides stressing about Lizzie's situation, the whole day I had been avoiding Justin but that wasn't even necessary because he didn't even show up. I was actually wondering if he's going to make it to the Hurling match tonight.
I was making my way over to my car when I caught Alex walking over to her car.
"Alex!" I called.
She spun around to see me. I smiled as I made my way over to her.
"Hey, I haven't seen you all day. Or were you spending your time with Mr. Clearwater?" I teased, wriggling my eyebrows.
"What did you do to my brother?" She demanded bluntly. I frowned. "I mean he didn't come to school, and he's not returning my calls or my texts so what did you do?"
I sighed. "Maybe you should be asking what he did to me. He bailed on our date a couple of days ago, and many more before that."
"Wait, that's not like him." She told me, staring at me in confusion.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." I scoffed. "I thought he might have had a lot going on but now I'm just thinking he is just avoiding me or maybe he's hiding something. I'm more worried about him than I am angry,"
She deepened her glower but replaced it quickly with a smile. She gave me a gentle rub. "I'll talk to him."
I sighed, nodding my head. "So, are you excited for tonight?"
"Yep. Definitely, I've got my high-kicks and dance moves ready for the big game tonight." She told me. I laughed.
"Can't wait to see that." I smiled. "Hey, there's this college party tomorrow night. You wanna come?"
"Well, normally on Saturday's I'd be doing something outrageous or watching the marathon of Dance Moms but maybe a party would be fun." She told me. I chuckled.
… …
I stopped by my house to drop off my bags before heading to the main Cullen House where the rest of my family was. I waltzed into the large doors and made my way immediately to the living room where I could hear some giggles and chuckles coming from the sofa.
"That's funny," I heard Lizzie giggle uncontrollably. I halted, leaning my back against the wall and snuck a glance through the edge of the living room door to see Lizzie perched up against Jake's large frame with his arm tightly wrapped around her shoulder. Lizzie looked so fragile in his arms, holding the blanket against her chest.
They were both smiling from ear-to-ear and I swear I could see a blush forming on Lizzie's pastel cheek. I frowned. I could feel hot heat burning in the pit of my stomach watching the scene. I was having a visceral reaction, and I didn't like it one bit.
Jake lifted his face up, catching my eye.
"Oh hey, Nessie!" He greeted me.
I entered the living room. "Sorry to interrupt, I-I was just wondering where my parents are?"
"Oh, they went out, they said they'll be back in a couple of minutes." Jake told me. I nodded my head, managing to plaster a small smile on my face.
"Thanks," I said, making my way out the room but Lizzie stopped me.
"Renesmee," She called, however, it wasn't strong. I rolled my eyes before spinning around to face my teacher. "Are you going to the game tonight?"
"Um…yeah, I guess. It's actually mandatory for cheerleaders." I mentioned.
"Right. Well, have fun and we better win. Go Hurricanes!" She whispered hoarsely. She released a cough and I suddenly began feeling terrible.
"Sure," I nodded my head, eying Jake who was staring directly at me before twirling around on my toes and heading into the first room I saw to exhale a shaky breath.
"Oh my god," I mouthed as I leaned against the wall.
Was there something going on between Jake and Lizzie? Did they like each other? Is that how they know each other, because they've dated before? And why do I feel extremely bothered about it?
I mean Jake wasn't my boyfriend or anything, he is supposed to form a connection with, um, people…but did it have to be my previous Biology teacher?
What the hell is happening to me?
"Are you okay, Renesmee?" My grandfather's voice reached my ears. I recoiled and looked to see him sitting on his seat. "I apologize, did I startle you?" He said.
"No, I-I…" I trailed off as I caught a glimpse of stacks of research paper. "What are you investigating?" I questioned, walking up to him.
"Well, I am actually looking up on ways to approach or should I say, 'tackle' Lizzie's situation differently." He told me. I frowned. "When your mother carried you, we had no knowledge about the outcome or even know what to do but if we can find a different approach, maybe Lizzie might actually survive." He told me.
I widened my eyebrows. Lizzie could survive this pregnancy? Human?
"That's amazing!" I stated.
"I'm not sure it'll succeed well but it's worth a try." He said. "I'll need to contact Nahuel, ask him a few questions."
Nahuel. I haven't seen him in almost six months but I do talk to him once in a while.
I nodded my head. If what he's saying could actually work then maybe we could be able to save the lives of two people.
"I hear your school's hosting a game tonight?" Grandfather said, but had his focus on the computer.
"Yep. I'm really excited,"
"I am too," I heard my father's voice reach the room. I spun around to see my father smiling widely. I frowned.
"What do you mean you're also excited?" I asked.
"Oh, because I'm going with you," My father stated.
I heaved a sigh.
I am seriously going to lose my mind. Seriously, somebody kill me. My dad just grinned at me.
"This will be fun," He told me. I rolled my eyes and walked past him.
… …
I adjusted my red and blue cheerleading skirt down as I made it to the field. The field was jam-packed with spectators and players; it actually got to the point where it was overwhelming. I looked to one of the bleachers to see my father sitting in between a bunch of parents and waved to me. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. I'm still pretty much annoyed that my dad tagged along. He'd care less about the game, he's only here to keep an eye on me.
"Thank god, you're here!" Felicity stated as she reached me. "Why are you late?"
"I'm sorry, I got confused with the timing and –"
"There's no confusion here! You missed the cheer practice! Now we're probably going to lose the game because we ruined our cheer," She shouted. I stared at the ground. "Omigosh, I am so sorry, Renesmee. I didn't mean to be harsh. I-I'm just worried."
"Look, I'm sorry but we're not gonna lose!" I assured her. She smiled and pulled me into a hug.
"Okay!" She told me as she pulled away to run off to the squad. I sighed. The crowd went wild as the OWHS Hurling team came into view. I met with Justin's eyes as he ran over to the other side of the field to prep for the game.
I heard Hunter wince as he walked past me after talking to the coach. I grab his arm.
"Are you good?" I asked him. He frowned. "I mean, after what happened I was actually thinking you weren't going to play."
"Oh, you're talking about what your dickass boyfriend did to me?" He questioned. He chuckled. "He's not who he says he is Renesmee,"
"You're only saying that because you don't like him. I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you."
"He dislocated my arm and spline!" He shouted, gritting his teeth together. I sighed, crossing my arms and looking to the side to see my father standing up, trying to intervene but I shook my head at him. He sat down reluctantly. I turned back to Hunter. He grinned at me.
"Let me not tell you what the kind of person your little boyfriend is, you know, let me rather just enjoy how this ends because it will be so much more rewarding watching him tell you himself…or better yet watching you find out for yourself," He stated, flashing a sly, smug grin before running back to the team. He winked at me before conversing with the team,
I furrowed my brows. What Hunter said would probably make me angry, and I'd probably defend Justin but after recent events, I'd actually want to know what's going on. What could Justin possibly be hiding from me that's so clandestine?
"Renesmee!" Felicity called for me.
I ran over to the squad and grabbed my pompoms.
"Go Hurricanes!" We all cheered.
The game went to half time, the teams drew and Coach Flak was on edge, throwing curse words and shade to the opposing team. I felt a hand tug me and I turned around to see Justin staring at me with eyes of hurt.
"Leave me alone," I said to him as I shook his grip off and walked past him.
"Renesmee, listen to me." He urged.
"Look. I've tried to listen to you but I think all I'm getting from you are lies so…forgive me if I don't want to talk to you. You're doing great by the way," I said to him as I walked off.
When is this game going to end?
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Turns out, the OWHS Hurling team won the match against our rival team Harbin Hot Springs Prep. It seemed like a stellar match and I was so glad it ended quickly. There was an after party at Hunter's house, and I probably would've gone if it wasn't for my dad insisting we leave immediately after the game ended. I didn't protest because he was my ride.
He parked his Volvo up the main Cullen house driveway. He and I slipped out of the car.
"Tonight was great, huh?" He asked me.
"Great for you, think about how I must feel having my father watch me cheer and chant my name out for the whole world to hear." I laughed.
"Oh, come on peanut. You have to admit, having your dad around is the best thing in your life." He joked, pulling me by the shoulders and ruffling my hair. I chuckled and shoved him away playfully.
"Um…no, it's humiliating and I'm probably going to have this written on my forehead for the rest of my high school experience." I told him.
He smiled. "I didn't like the way those boys talked to you earlier. Whose the blonde one, Hunter right?"
"Yep and don't worry dad. It's nothing." I assured him.
"Only if you're sure?" He questioned.
I nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm sure,"
He smiled as he opened the door and entered through the door and I followed. We waltzed into the living room to be greeted by my mother.
"How was the game?" She asked, embracing me with a hug and my father a kiss.
"It was great. We won!" I told her.
"Yes!" She whispered enthusiastically. I giggled. "Lizzie's asleep so I don't wanna wake her up."
I looked over her shoulder to see Lizzie lying on the couch with a quilt covering her temple, with an IV taped to her body. I noticed her head was placed on Jake's thigh whilst he seemed to be drifting off to sleep.
God! They looked like an actual couple and the familiar burn in my stomach hit me harder than ever. Why did I hate this scene so much? He can do whatever he wanted!
"Do you want me to whip you up something to eat, honey? You must be famished from all that cheering?" Bella told me.
"U-uh, thank you mom but I think I'm just going to bed. I'm a little tired." I told her convincingly, but I was lying.
Bella smiled slightly. "Well, if you're sure. We'll meet you in a few," She told me with dad smirking at me.
I smiled and nodded my head, spinning around and heading for the door.
"Nessie," The familiar deep voice lingered in my ears. I twirled around to see Jake following me with a sleepy look on his face.
"How was the game?" He asked
"Great, uh, I think I'm going to head out. See you tomorrow!" I told him quickly before running out of the house and to my house.
I reached the house and waltzed in. I pulled my scarf off my neck and made my way over to my bedroom to jump into my pajamas and hop into bed. I pulled the covers over my body.
I stared up the ceiling, replaying my day again and again before drifting off into a subliminal state.
It felt like I was probably sleeping for over thirty minutes when I felt warm lips on my skin. My arms, my chest, my neck, my chin, my ear, my forehead were the very places I felt these perfect lips come into contact with my skin. At each kiss, I found my body being lifted from the bed before collapsing as the lips disappeared.
As I could taste the breath coming from the amazing lips, I slowly opened up my eyes to see Jake's beautiful brown eyes gaze down at me with such gratification and hunger.
"You are so beautiful," He whispered against my lips, tracing his fingers up my arm sensually. I shivered in enjoyment at the touch.
I stretched my arm out to run my small hand through his thick, slick jet black hair and trailed my hand down his well-chiseled face. I could feel his large, sizzling hand hauled my camisole up slightly, revealing my stomach. He leaned in to plant his gentle lips onto mine in a sultry, passionate kiss. Feeling his lips on mine for the first time could beat any feeling in the world. He pulled away to stare down at me. I ran my hands all over his back.
He dipped his head into my neck where I immediately felt his warm lips creep on my skin yet again in soft, lingering kisses. I gripped his strong, bare body close to me.
His wet tongue roamed around the nape of my neck and I could instantaneously sense my insides burn at the action. I released a carnal wail before uttering the words.
"I love you,"
My body jolted up suddenly and I spread my eyes open, gasping for air. I was absolutely breathless. It was just a dream. All of that was just a dream. But it felt so real…
I ran my hand through my long, bronze hair and released a shock chuckle as I twirled the tips of my hair. I glanced at my clock to see I've been sleeping for longer than two hours. I scoffed as I collapsed onto my pillows.
"Oh my gosh," I murmured to myself.
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A/N: I hope you all liked that!