Once we arrived, it felt like everyone was staring at us. I had no clue why, I mean, everyone else had rented limos too. And they all had very pretty outfits on. For once we didn't stick out.... well, nevermind...

While entering the gym though, I saw Presley deep in conversation with this girl he was dancing with. She was very pretty. She had red hair, a bit lighter than mine, and her smile was real cute. I figured, if anything, Presley would fall for this girl's smile.

Right away we all started dancing, kind of making our way to punch bowl and back. Most the time I spent dancing with Blake. We didn't slow dance, just did a fast waltz type thing while talking about the stupidest things.

"Renn," Blake exclaimed, while twirling me around.

"Yes?" I inquired, pulling myself closer to him so I could hear him.

"Who did your make up?" his lips made an unsatisfied look, and his eyes bore at my face.

"Ahh.. Rose..." I said cautiously, "Something wrong with it?"

I was sure that nothing could have been wrong, Aunt Rose knew exactly what she was doing.

"Here," he pulled a white hankerchief out of his pocket, "Wipe that lipstick off, it's too dark. Your natural lip color is way better."

I laughed while doing what he said. This is why I loved Blake, he was hilarious yet serious about everything. He was one of my best friends...

A sudden tap on my shoulder scared me. I turned my head to the right, expecting it to be, who else, my father. But I was oddly surprised that it was Uncle Jazz.

The corners of his mouth struggled to stay up, as if he couldn't smile or something.

"May I cut in?" he asked towards Blake.

"Uhh..." I could tell he was at a loss of words, "Sure. Of course." He smiled and then waved back at me quickly before walking away.

I turned around to face him. He cuppped my left hand in his right, and placed his hand on my back, obviously be conservative. I smiled at him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

We did a slight sway back and forth, with a slow turn.

"Uhh, Renesmee," Jasper looked towards his feet. My uncle was rarely a nervous, shy type. Just quiet, "I would like to apologize.."

I groaned, "Jasper!" I stage whispered, "It's all right. It's more than all right, it's just fine. I know it wasn't your fault. And even if it was, I would not blame you for what happened that night. Now, can we please put it passed us?"

His eyes opened wide and he finally smiled, "Of course," he laughed.

I added in my laugh and we talked a bit about whatever while we danced.

Uncle Jazz spun me out, as if to cover for the pause of conversation, and before I could go back in to his embrace, I was grabbed by another pair of hands into another set of arms.

Uncle Emmett smiled crookidly at me, "My turn," he announced and then boomed laughter, "I'll show you how to really dance."

I looked back at Uncle Jazz who had by now found Alice again and started to dance with her.

I sighed, was I just the little doll to be thrown around tonight?

Apparently so, because just a few minutes later did my father come to dance with me. I had been expecting it, but it still came as a shock as he took me out of Emmett's hands and into his own.

"Hello, my darling," he drolled.

I rolled my eyes, "Hey dad."

"How's your night going, love?"

I shrugged, "It's okay... so far... I just can't wait for Jake to get here."

My dad's eyes narrowed, "You know, just because tonight is your first prom, it doesn't mean it should have any other significance than that."

I cringed, "Dad, can we not talk about this?"

He didn't look any happier than me, "Promise?"

"Maybe.."

He growled, "Renesmee, please, we do not need another scare. Think about your family and your self. Please."
I hated promising things, because I was never sure if I could keep them, so I just did it to make him shut up about the entire topic, "Fine."

His grimace returned to his smile that made me smile, "Good... now, I'm afraid I must hand you off."

"What?" My face contained a quizzical look.

He took my shoulders gently and spun me around so I was face to face with Presley.

"Hi, Renesmee!" He said more excited than he should have been.

I felt like sighing, but I supposed it wasn't his fault that I had been passed around like a toy to everyone.

"Hey, Pres," I tried to stay eager.

"You wanna dance?" His figure looked like it would pounce the second I answered.

"Sure."

He placed his hand lower than the rest of the guys had, probably not realizing how close he was to my bare thigh. He was too much staring into my eyes. He always reminded me on how much he loved my eyes.

"You know," he suddenly relaxed, "I'm kind of curious at to why your boyfriend isn't here. And why you're with Blake."

I explained the situation and he made a quick "o" with his mouth, and finally stole a glance away from my eyes.

His hands were off me in a split second and he groaned, "Great." I looked around to see what he was looking at. The same sight that annoyed him, made me jump with joy.

Finally! It was time for Jacob and I to have our moment.