Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does... but well all knew that, didn't we? A/N: Well, a lot has happened since I last updated, and I'm happy to say I got not 10, not 15, not even 20 reviews but 39. Yeah. So, I figured I should hurry and post this because you all are so forgiving and sweet. I'm having a terrible day today (boys) and I can't dedicate this to anyone because I don't have the heart to say anything nice right now. I will, however, say this: ENJOYYYYYYYY!
Renesmee
Why was Junior looking at me like that?
I made the mistake of dancing with him at his party and making out with him in the laundry room at his house and now he's staring at me like I'm willing to do it again.
No.
I ran my fingers through my hair and turned away from him, putting my hands in my coat pockets. "What's your deal?" Emily asked, shoving another handful of Doritos into her mouth.
"Junior keeps staring at me." I complained, taking a triangle-shaped chip from the bag.
"Don't touch my Doritos," Emily snapped and I shoved it in my mouth spitefully, chewing loudly just to mock her, "And isn't that a good thing? I though you liked him." Emily finished her sentence, rolling up her bag of chips and shoving them into her oversized purse.
"I thought so too but he's a little creepy." I muttered, turning to look in his direction. He was gone.
"He's not creepy, you're just saying that because Jacob isn't here kissing your feet and shoving his tongue down your throat… but not in that order." Emily paused to take a sip of Pepsi from her purse.
"That is not true!" I almost shouted, peeling some of the lint-balls in the corners of my coat pockets. Emily raised one freshly threaded eyebrow at me and shrugged.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." She mumbled. That was it. I rolled my eyes and when she made a face at me I stepped on her foot.
"OW! Don't be all cranky, damn." she complained, rubbing her Gucci flats with her thumb and forefinger.
"I'm not cranky I'm pissed because you're not helping me!" I whined, taking my hands out of my pockets and putting my face in them.
"Renesmee its been a week and a half, don't you think you should at least talk to him?" Emily suggested, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"No." I snapped bluntly. Emily rolled her eyes and put the half-empty Pepsi bottle in her purse.
"Well then Junior's going to keep staring at you." Emily shrugged.
"He thinks I'm some kind of succubus or something! Jeez he won't leave me alone!" I complained and Emily rolled her eyes again, rubbing her index finger under her lower lip.
"Stop using big words, it frustrates me." Emily ordered, it was my turn to roll my eyes. I'd spent the last week and a half without Jacob, with Emily. I think it was staring to get to me, all she talks about is herself and let me tell you, that's a lot to talk about.
"Oh God there he is." I groaned, putting my face on Emily's shoulder. Jacob Black was walking in our direction, talking animatedly with Embry Call and Quil Ateara. Seth Clearwater was close-by, laughing at something Jacob said.
Jacob had lost a lot of weight, making him look frail and scary a few weeks ago. I guess his friends made him hit the gym or something because he looked hot. What made it even worse was that he wasn't mine anymore. He was some kind of king here, everyone respected him now that he was buff again. He just got a haircut a couple days ago too so now its at the perfect length, disheveled and sexy, just like I always liked it.
"Why don't you just talk things out with him?" Emily asked, shrugging me off of her.
"Because, Em, he cheated on me, I don't want to know the details." I sighed and he breezed past the lunch building, locking eyes with me for a long moment before I turned away from him to look at Emily. The bell rang for sixth hour and I sighed loudly.
"Well, catch you later honey buns, I have classes in building five so I've gotta hustle." Emily winked, helping me up. I sighed and watched her walk away before shrugging off towards my sixth hour.
Time flies by when you're missing the love of your life.
Emily isn't even enough to make me feel like I matter anymore.
Jacob is completely gone from my life. I haven't spoken to him or addressed him in any way and he just stopped trying. Every week it gets worse. To top it all off, tomorrow is Valentine's Day.
Junior and I went out to dinner once last week but after that it kind-of died down. Love-grams are being sent, roses and hugs and all that stupid crap. I feel so depressed it's pathetic. I still don't know exactly what happened between Jacob and Monica but at the same time I didn't want to know.
Tomorrow night is Friday, Valentine's Day, and there's a big dance that all the couples and whatnot are going to.
"Please Nessie, it'll be so much fun!" Emily whined, still haranguing me about going to the stupid dance with her. We'd been at the mall for two and a half hours, picking out a dress for her to go, now she was begging me to go with her, her plan all along.
"No Em, I don't want to go." I sighed. Emily sighed frustrated to say the least and tucked her hair behind her ear nervously as she slipped her jeans back on in the dressing room.
"Renesmee, if you really love me, you'll go." Emily seemed so intent on making me go, I just sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall behind me.
"Fine, fine I'll go." I sighed and Emily's face lit up.
"I have the perfect dress for you!" Emily squealed and pulled out a bag that I'd thought she'd bought for herself.
"Wow." I said lightly, taking in the pink chiffon dress Emily pulled out.
"I know, I knew you'd say yes so I bought it for you." Emily gushed, smiling and taking the white Chanel dress she'd tried on with her to the cash register.
I sighed, thinking of how great this dance could possibly be.
With the way I was feeling now, not too great at all…
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…
"Could you stop?" Mark Stein asked next to me. I sucked my teeth and put my pencil down. "Thanks." He snapped. I sighed and put my hand on the side of my neck, cupping where my pulse was.
"Propaganda… it's spelled p-r-o-p-a-g-a-n-d-a. It's a noun meaning, publicity to promote something: information put out by an organization or government to promote a policy, idea, or cause. During the Boston Massacre propaganda was used frequently…" Mr. Morgan droned on like his life depended on it. I hated my first hour, history.
Why would anyone feel the need to teach a first-hour history class? Are they trying to put me to sleep?
Three light knocks came from the front door of the classroom and Mark stretched, putting his arm around the back of my chair.
"Knock again and I'll-"
"It's not me!" I whispered back fiercely.
Seanna Douglas, the same girl that had sex with Bryan behind my back, hopped up to get the door. A tall, dark-haired boy came in holding, at least, twenty flowers.
"I'm here to deliver love-grams." He announced and lifted the first tag. Mr. Morgan nodded diffident, to say the least, and sat down at his desk.
"Leah Clearwater?" He called out and the curvy, dark-haired sister of Seth Clearwater stood up and took her flower gracefully.
"Alex Nash?" He called out again. The smart, quiet girl from the back of the class looked shocked for a minute and then hung her head, picking her flower out of the messenger's hand.
"And Renesmee Cullen." He announced, holding up a bright red flower. I felt my heart thud unevenly in my chest.
Who sent me a love-gram?
I got up unsteadily and crossed the room, slowly picking my flower out of his hand. "Thanks." I mumbled.
"That's it for this class." He announced and dismissed himself from the class. I sat back down in my seat and looked down at the tag attached to it. It read, To: Renesmee Cullen. From: Your Secret Admirer.
It better not be Jacob.
But that made no sense.
If Jacob sent it to me, it wouldn't have said secret admirer. He would've put his own name, he's not cryptic enough to do something like that.
I looked over at Mark and he shook his head, laughing, "It wasn't me." He snickered. I sighed as the bell rang and packed my stuff up, holding the flower in my hand, close to my face.
I felt the corners of my lips turn up, something I hadn't felt in a while.
If it wasn't Jacob then it was a sweet gesture.
In my next class, everything was pretty calm. I had Mr. Addison this hour and we watched Roots in honor of Black History Month. A light knock on the door made me jump as the main character was being shoved into a cage.
"Love-grams!" the young blonde girl who came in carrying bright pink and red flowers smiled cheerily, looking down at the first tag she could find.
She called out some names, even one for Mr. Addison. Before, just my luck, the blonde over-cheery girl holding one flower left called out the longest name in the classroom.
"Renesmee Cullen?" She slaughtered my name and I felt my chest tighten up as I stood to collect my flower. I looked down at the pink, heart-shaped tag. To: Renesmee Cullen. From: Your Secret Admirer.
Who is this?
"Bye everyone!" She smiled and waltzed out. My palms were sweaty as the next bell rang. Who was sending me these flowers? Doesn't matter, I told myself, that's most definitely the last of the "love-grams" that would be addressed to me today, that's for sure.
As I stepped into my third hour, Jacob bumped into me, looking so adorable it hurt. His hair was hanging a little over his forehead. It made me want to reach up and wipe it away for him, running my fingers through the length of his short, choppy hair. Instead I blushed and looked down, away from the handsome face of Jacob Black.
"Happy Valentine's day." He smiled, brushing the hair off my neck. I cringed and looked up at him.
"Are you sending me love grams?" I asked bluntly. Jacob's head snapped up and he looked at me questioningly, cocking his head to the side.
"Um. No… was I supposed to?" Jacob asked. I sighed, why was I even talking to him?
"No. I just… I didn't know who these came from." I sputtered, nervous to be even looking in his direction, let alone talking to him.
"Well, it says here Your Secret Admirer so I assume that's who it came from." He smiled. I was suddenly so frustrated with Jacob and his sarcastic banter that I just turned away from him.
"Take your seats, class has started!" Mr. Kenneth-Jones announced.
"Gladly." I mumbled and Jacob grimaced, heading for his new seat, far away from me.
"Take out your textbooks-" The door flew open and another love-gram delivery person flew in.
"I'm here to deliver some love!" The short, adorable ninth grade boy busted in with one flower.
"Renesmee Cullen, you lucky, lucky girl!" He called out. I blushed furiously as he crossed the room and handed me a bright red rose.
"Thank you." I mumbled sheepishly. Jacob craned his neck to look at me from across the room. I smiled shyly and the flower messenger bowed slightly.
"Oh you're welcome." Jacob rolled his eyes and went back to tapping his pencil on his desk, looking up at the board.
"Happy Valentine's Day." He added and walked out, winking at me.
"Okay, now that he's gone, we can start learning again…" Mr. Kenneth-Jones cleared his throat and asked me to read the first three paragraphs of chapter 22 of Middlemarch by George Eliot, the novel we were reading.
A couple of other students read after me and we had a class discussion about the novel. When Mr. Kenneth-Jones finally told us we could leave for lunch I all but bolted out the door.
I was so confused!
Who sent me these flowers? If it wasn't Jacob who could it be? I know it wasn't Junior because, hell, he wasn't smart enough to smell "admirer" correctly. It wasn't Bryan because he hated my guts and it sure wasn't anyone else here because… I didn't know anyone else!
Who would send me flowers like this, knowing it would freak me out?
Emily.
I was going to kill her.
The lunch room was filled with over-excited girls and boys and couples. I was so overwhelmed with all that was going on. Between the decorations crowding the cafeteria and a very nervous looking Jacob staring at me from across the room, I was paranoid about every little detail.
Emily harrased me in fourth hour. The gym was too happy for me, all the girls yapping about nothing and everything at the same time. "Hey, you're driving home with me, right? You have to wear your dress and I have to do your hair and stuff so you have to drive home with me…" Emily just wouldn't stop running her mouth. Tonight was the dance and I was not ready at all.
"Flower delivery!" Someone called out in a rush.
"Damn it!" I shouted and everyone turned to look at me.
"I assume you're Renesmee then?" The girl handing me the bright red flower smiled and clip-clopped off to another destination.
"Oh Renesmee, looks like you have a secret admirer!" Emily smiled, clapping her hands together.
"You mean… you mean it's not you?" I asked, turning towards her with four roses in my hand.
"No… why would I send you love grams?" Emily looked at me as if it were obvious.
"I thought that… but if it's not you…" I stopped and put my hand on my hip, holding my flowers in the other. "Who keeps sending me these?" I almost shouted. Emily raised her eyebrows at me.
"I don't know." Emily shrugged.
"Let's go ladies! Change for gym!" Coach Hussmann ordered. I felt my heart pump cold blood through my veins, completely mortified.
Who was sending me these flowers?
A/N: I know! Great chapter, right? I hope you guys liked it, I had a lot of fun writing it.
Welp, Alex better review this time, seriously, you have to. I'll be really ticked off if you don't, you know what a bad day I had.
Anyway, here's your QOTW:
So, if it's not Jake, it's not Bryan, it's not Junior, and it's not Emily... WHO COULD BE SENDING THE FLOWERS?
15 reviews guys! You can doooo iiitttttt!
