A/N: Alright, here's a little fun chapter with a cliff hanger ending. Comment/review what you think will happen next :o

Chapter Fourteen: The Look

she's a beautiful girl
and everything around her is a silver pool of light
the people who surround her feel the benefit of it
it makes you calm
she holds you captivated in her palm

-kt tunstall, suddenly I see

oOoOo

My eyes flashed open to the sound of snapping bark outside my window. I sat up and looked around, my eyes glancing to the clock on my nightstand, reading it was 6:30 in the morning.

"Ugh." I groaned, realizing my bubble had burst and I had to attend school today. The rest of my party the night before went smoothly. Saying goodbye to our cousins was not nearly as difficult as it was to say goodbye to my human grandfather. I knew I would be seeing him in the next coming months, but the feeling of missing someone was a newer emotion considering I was so young when I first met him that I didn't recognize I had the ability to miss him. Nahuel was staying at the house with my family for a few days to see if I had any further growths or developments, but knowing that no longer excited me like it used to. Before Jacob.

I sat up and crawled over to the window that was above the foot of my bed. I lifted the blinds and peered outside, immediately seeing Nahuel swinging a rather large tree he had uprooted at Emmett.

"Oh, Jesus." I grumbled to myself. Emmett had to of put him up to this. I pushed the window open and shoved my head out into the cool air.

"Hey, dummies!" I yelled. "Can you play with trees later? Like, when I'm not sleeping?"

Nahuel dropped the tree and turned to face me. He grinned up at me from where he stood on the ground, and gave me a single wave. "Oh, good morning amiga!"

I rolled my eyes and popped back inside, shutting the window forcefully and flinging myself back onto my mattress.

"Back to reality." I heaved myself up, and stretched while shuffling my way to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine, and felt refreshed after a much needed shower and hair brushing.

I took my new choker with our family crest and tied it behind my neck quickly, before padding out of the bathroom and towards my closet. I dressed in undergarments, but took my time picking them out. It wasn't like Jacob would actually be seeing them – but I still liked to pretend.

Cue dad's angry bridge-pinching-nose-breathing.

I smirked, it was nice being able to hear this well. I guess when you're used to hearing at half volume compared to everyone else around you, its nice to be apart of the majority.

I pulled on a pair of cropped washed black jeans that fringed out at the bottom, and an oversized white long sleeve t-shirt. I rolled the sleeves up past my wrists and slid on my watch.

"Renesmee!" I heard my mother call from downstairs, signaling I was running out of time. Damn half-human genes, no matter how much I rushed, they were always slowing me down in the morning. I blame the grogginess. I grabbed my shoes as I headed out of my bedroom and towards the stairs.

"Coming!" I shouted back, a habit I had gotten into even though I could very well whisper and she would have heard me. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun while I hastily descended the stairs, coming to a halt when I saw Jacob standing there with his hands shoved in his dress pants pockets.

Fuck. Me. I noted to myself, eyeing him hungrily. Cue one more furious bridge-pinching-nose-breathing. I shot an awkward glance to my father, who was intentionally not looking at me. Sorry, dad.

My attention flew back to Jacob as I took in his appearance for the day. He was wearing navy dress pants, that were rather tight in all the right places. Brown leather shoes, with a matching belt and a tight white collared shirt, buttoned at his wrists.

Why did he have to dress so damn good?

"You gonna stare or get in the car so we're not late?" He flirted, flashing me my favorite smile. He had his hair down, and it fell around his face just the way I liked it.

I blinked, and took my backpack from my mother's hands, and followed behind Jacob like a puppy on a leash.

"Bye, Renesmee." My mother called after me. I gave her a simple wave and walked out the door. It was the first time my family hadn't been around to say good-morning and whisk me off to school, but I had a feeling it was Jacob related. I could hear Rose complaining in my head about his 'stench'. I, clearly the only one who thought this, thought Jacob smelled amazing. So, I didn't really understand the whole 'dog smell'. Guess I could blame the whole 'mortal enemies' thing, huh?

"I didn't know you were picking me up." I commented, bounding after him towards the Rabbit. "Won't that . . . look weird?"

"You go to school with dopey. As far as they know, I'm just a teacher giving his brother and friend a ride." He winked at me, and pulled open the passenger door to let me in. I slid in and watched him intently as he shut it behind me.

I turned to see Seth sprawled across the back seat. "'Sup, Ness." He greeted, looking at me quickly before going back to reading a textbook. "Did you study for the test today, because I totally forgot." He continued, narrowing his eyes at the page in confusion.

I scoffed and turned back around, watching the moving road ahead of us. "Seth, I basically have a photographic memory and a doctorate; I don't study."

I looked in the rearview mirror to see Seth frowning. "I have a doctorate and I'm seven years old, I don't study." He mocked under his breath.

Jacob grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth, forcing me to bring my attention to him. "How did you sleep?" He asked me sweetly.

I blushed and pushed back a curl that fell from my bun, "Good, I missed you."

He grinned and pulled to a stop at a red light. He looked around, and then leaned over. His mouth hovered over mine, letting me taste his sweet breath. "C'mere. I missed you, too."

I gave him a small smile and closed the distance between our lips, bringing them together softly. It had been less than eight hours than I tasted his mouth and I missed it more than I could process. He kissed me back deeply, until there was a honk behind us. We both pulled away startled, and Jacob sat back to drive on.

"Could you two refrain from forcing me to see that, thanks." Seth announced snappily.

I shot him a teasing glare, and grabbed Jacobs hand. Intertwining them to try and soak up being with him for the last few minutes before putting on the façade of a platonic teacher-student relationship. My fantasies flared into my mind, but I shot those right back down. I had to behave.

"Yes, you do." Jacob confirmed my thoughts. "That means controlling those damn eyes of yours, too."

I furrowed my brows, and stared at him hard with wide eyes. "What does that mean?"

He shot me a quick look and fidgeted in his seat. "Those eyes, what you're doing right now."

I leaned over and looked at my reflection in his rearview mirror. I looked like I normally did.

"Nuh, uh. You always give me this look." He stated, and mimicked what was supposed to be what I did. His head was turned down a little, and he looked up at me. His toffee eyes wide, and hungry.

Oh.

"Yeah, oh."

I snickered, and dropped his hand to cover my face. "I didn't know I did that." I mumbled between my fingers.

"Sure, sure." He teased, and turned into the high schools parking lot.

He parked in the last row, reserved for teachers. I eyed the hundred of kids and faculty getting out of their own cars, and heading towards the schools front steps.

"Ugh." I groaned. I looked around and grabbed Jacobs hand for a second to open my connection to him.

I love you. I thought to him, and took my hand back. I grabbed my bag from the floor of my seat and pushed open the car door.

"Me too, Ness." He whispered as I stepped out onto the pavement.

Seth followed suit, and we left Jacob behind in the car. It hurt to walk away from him without looking back, but we had a whole year of this so I better get used to it.

"So, did you get any gifts after we left last night?" Seth asked me as he adjusted his bag on his back.

I chuckled, "No, I didn't want anything. I have everything I need."

"Uh, okay – well I still expect presents on my birthday."

I rolled my eyes as we trudged up the stairs, "Yeah, okay. Isn't it some weird right of passage to get alcohol as presents for your twenty-first? Because as if the same people haven't had alcohol before, since you're 'legal'?" I questioned with air quotes, flashing a crooked grin at him.

He snorted, and held the door open for me. "Uh – I can't get drunk, but it doesn't mean I won't test the theory. For science, of course."

I scoffed and shoved his shoulder when we crossed into the hallway. "See you later, idiot."

We parted ways, and for some reason having a playful conversation like that made me feel somewhat normal, besides the obvious that I was in fact, not.

I watched the clock through all of my classes before seeing Jacob again. My skin itched to be close to him, even if it meant across a classroom. At least it would be in the same room. I could feel the pull to be with him, and tried hard to ignore it. I had to suffer through this for a year? How would I ever survive?

The bell rang, signaling it was time to switch classes and I packed my things quickly. Almost to Jacob.

Three minutes.

I tried to remain nonchalant as I hastily exited the classroom, and bee-lined to my locker.

I looked for him, but didn't see him in the hallway. I frowned while unlocking my locker, and swung it open. I checked my reflection in the small magnetic mirror, and applied some lip gloss.

"That's hot." I heard an unfamiliar male voice call from behind me. I grabbed my Spanish textbook, and shut the locker. I turned to the voice and raised my eyebrows to the mystery guy.

"Connor." I said lamely. Connor Rucker's, captain of the football team and my least favorite human at this school, after Allison Vito.

He placed his hand against the locker, and flipped his hair out of his eyes. "You look good, Carlie."

I blinked, somehow managing to forget all about my assumed human identity after twenty-four hours away from this place.

"Uh, thanks." I replied, and tried to step around him. He pushed off the locker and stood in front of me, blocking my path.

I was getting antsy, and irritated. He was keeping me from my Jacob.

"I have class." I snapped, and tried to step around him again.

He let out an obvious fake laugh, "Relax, babe. I was just wondering where you were yesterday during science, missed my lab partner." He winked, and tried to touch my hand. I pulled it back and scoffed.

"First of all, don't touch me. Second, none of your business."

He gave me that same fake laugh, making me physically cringe.

"You're too funny, Carls. Anyways, I'm thinking about homecoming and wanted to see if you were busy." He did another annoying hair flip.

God, I really detested human teenagers. So arrogant and annoying.

"Yeah . . . no." I took my opportunity and stepped around him, and spotted my Jacob staring at me with slanted eyes. His fists were balled, and turning white from the pressure. I shot him a smile and bounded towards his open door.

"Hi, Mr. Black. How're you?" I questioned innocently, trying not to give him 'the look' as he recalled earlier.

His posture relaxed and he gave me a lazy smile. "Hi, Carlie. I'm great." He struggled to say, his face was still tense. "Were you being bothered?"

I waved him off and entered the classroom, with him following behind just as the bell rang.

"Oh, no. I handled that."

This was going to be harder than I imagined. This innocent banter act was making me wish he could clear his desk with one hand and push me over it with another . . .

Bad, Renesmee!

I slid into my seat, and watched as Jacob adjusted his collar, undoing a button and eyeing me quickly.

"Alright, guys. We're um, doing some verb conjugation and pronunciation practices." He announced as he grabbed a stack of papers and handed a few to the first students in each row, coming to me last. He purposely brushed his fingers against mine while handing me the small stack, and I stifled the smile that wanted to spread across my face. I felt his eyes linger, before turning back and walking towards the chalkboard.

I held my breath, and waited for him to start the lesson. "Trabajo, trabajas, trabaja, trabajamos, trabajáis, trabajan." He recited, scrawling them out on the board just as quickly as he said them. "Who can tell me what these mean?"

He set the chalk down, and dusted off his hands. I watched as every girl in our classroom hastily raised her hand.

I snorted, and raised mine as well. I already knew he'd call on me.

"Jennifer." He said, and shot a glance at me, his lips tugging into a smirk.

I bit my lip and slit my eyes in her direction.

Jennifer? Ha. He wanted to play games.

"It means I work, you work, he works, we work, you both work, they both work." She chirped at him, batting her eyelashes.

I seriously might vomit. I knew my Jacob was attractive, but watching poor human girls throw themselves at him was painful to watch, and so cringe worthy.

"Good. Now, the key to understanding Spanish conjugation is to recognize that only in English we add a subject pronoun – whereas in the Spanish language, infinitive verbs don't have an extra word, only a specific ending. O, AS, A, AMOS, ÁIS, AN."

I bit on my pencil, and definitely was giving him 'the look' as he liked to put it.

I watched him fidget under my gaze, and smirked to myself. I can play too, Jake.

"On your worksheet is a list of the English translated verbs that I want you to all conjugate in Spanish, if you have any questions refer to your textbooks for guidance, or please ask me." He waved his hand at the room, and walked over to his desk. He cleared his throat lightly and sat down, turning towards his computer and fiddling with it.

I looked down at the sheet while rolling my eyes. I finished it in 30 seconds, then raised my hand. I crossed my legs, hoping to hide my scent better. Watching Jacob teach was harder now that I had him, than it was before when I longed for him.

He looked at me with a glance and raised his eyebrows. He lifted himself up and made his way over, and crouched down next to my desk. He leaned closer and deeply inhaled, I watched as his eyes darkened. Yeah, that's right. I know you smell me.

"Yes, Carlie?" He barely managed to choke out.

I bit my lip and looked at him under my lashes again, causing him to stiffen. "Mr. Black, can you check these for me?" I asked sweetly, leaning closer to his ear. He picked up my paper and stood up, walking swiftly back to his desk.

He looked it over with a glance and smiled, but picked up a pen anyways. I furrowed my brows, I knew I didn't get any wrong.

He wrote something, and stood back up. He walked over calmly, and set the paper down.

"Great job."

I looked down, and at the bottom of the page he wrote one word.

'Trouble'

I bit back my smile, and sat against my seat.

It took half the period for the rest of the class to finish, and I was growing bored. Humans are so slow.

"Alright, everyone is done? Good. Pass them forward. Now, I'm going to call on every one of you, and you repeat after me and then tell me what it means." He stated, and picked up the stack of papers we had passed up.

One by one, he called on every student. Until I was the last one.

"Tenemos amor. Carlie, what does this mean?"

I blushed, uncontrollably. Everyone stared at me hard, and jealousy flickered across the eyes of every girl in that room.

"La frase, tenemos amor, se traduce en ingles 'we have love'." I confidently stated, knowing my pronunciation and translation was perfect.

A wide grin spread across his face, but he quickly composed himself. He nodded, and turned to write our homework assignment on the board. "Alright, that's it for today. Tomorrow is teacher work day, so enjoy the long weekend. Be prepared for our first exam Monday."

The bell run and the students scattered out of the room quickly, but I stayed where I was.

"You're a tease." I whispered under my breath and began packing up my bags.

He laughed and rolled up his sleeves, then began erasing the board. "Don't blame me when you give me that look." He said, facing the board.

"Hey – you in there?" Seth chirped from behind the closed door, waving his hand back and forth in front of the small window.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and skipped past Jacob, skimming my hand along his shoulders.

"Bye, see you later." I murmured and bounded towards the door. I pushed it open, nearly knocking Seth over. "Let's go."

Seth stood and stared at me, "Uh – you forgetting a small detail?"

I stopped, and turned to him. "What?"

"You didn't drive, and I sure as shit can't take Jake's car. So, looks like lunch is here."

My eyes widened. I hadn't been in the lunch hall since my freshman year, and I really didn't want that to change now. Surrounded by so many humans at once, all probably staring at me and trying to eat the crap they called food. Blech.

"I don't really think . . ."

He slung his arm around my shoulder and tugged me forward. "It can't be that bad. Humor me."

I sighed, and bowed my head. I was not prepared for the stares that were coming our way. I never understood it. The ogling, the whispers, the glares. I was never even given a chance. It had been that way since my first day, but I guess it was to be expected when every student had gone to school together since they were toddlers. Small town mindset.

"They literally hate me, Seth." I huffed, dragging my feel against the linoleum.

"Sounds like an insecure subconscious." He piped, letting go of my shoulders to flick my bun.

"Okay, Freud. I've been the only new kid they have ever seen, probably their whole lives. Besides you. This town really doesn't like newcomers, it's been rough."

Seth nodded, "You are rejected, or you reject them?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed open the doors. It started with a few looks, and then like dominos heads turned as we were met with a flurry of eyes.

"I told you." I seethed.

Seth nervously chuckled, "I mean, we are an odd pair."

I scoffed and went to the line, going down and picking up a tray of something that resembled meatloaf. "Ew."

"You also weren't lying about the food . . . I mean, I eat anything – but this is bad." He grumbled when we found a table in the corner that wasn't occupied. I sat, and stared at the tray of mush. I pushed it around with the plastic utensil, before shoving the tray away and ultimately deciding I wasn't willing to try it.

I was surprised to see Seth do the same, considering he never skipped a meal when I was with him. Suddenly, a light turned on in my brain. Being surrounded by these students pushed a thought into my mind

"You're only taking classes through fall semester, right?" I questioned him.

He nodded while playing with the utensils, bending them back and forth. The knife snapped, causing him to glance up at me. "Why?"

"I think I've had enough." I snorted, "I don't even need to be here, it was just a social experiment. I'm over it."

Seth snorted, "Or is it because you hate being away from your precious imprint."

My eyes flashed red with temporary fury at his snide remark, but I shoved it down. "You're only bitter because you don't have one." I snapped.

His eyes fell to the table, and he appeared . . . distressed.

"Seth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." I hastily recovered, prying at his arm that laid limp on the table top.

"No, its true. I'm getting to the point where I feel like its hopeless. Waiting for her. Sam, Jared, Paul, Quil, and now Jacob? Its supposed to be rare, but that's half the pack. I want it. I want to feel the way my brothers do, to see her and just know. Seeing it through their eyes . . ."

My brows furrowed, "Seeing it through their eyes?"

His gaze lifted to meet mine. "In the pack mind."

I shook my head in shock, the pack mind?

"We . . . see everything. We have to. I thought you knew this. When I told you I saw how Jake felt, remember?"

The memory of the conversation flooded to the forefront of my mind, and it clicked. Oh. It made more sense now than it did when we had that conversation.

"I remember. I never really put that together, before."

"Okay, 'I have a doctorate'." He teased, nudging my shoulder. His boyish charm was back, and all hint of sadness was gone again.

I rolled my eyes, "I think you'll find her, Seth."

"I fucking hope so, it's lonely as hell."

"Why don't you date?" Pursing my lips, thinking it might be good for him.

His eyes flashed with sadness again, "I can't. I mean, I could. But . . . well, I have a sister. My real sister, Leah. Sam, the first Alpha, and Leah dated for a long time, until our cousin Emily, Sam's imprint came for dinner . . . and Sam imprinted on her. It changed Leah. It ruined her. I can't do that to anyone, just in case I ever meet her."

"That's really sad, Seth. I'm sorry."

He shrugged, "I understand it now. You can't deny the pull of your imprint. It's impossible."

I bit my lip, truly understanding what he meant now that I knew of the sacred tie that bonded Jacob and I.

I hoped into the rabbit with a grin, finally, I was with my Jacob again.

"How was the rest of your day?" He asked me thoughtfully.

I brushed my fingers across the top of his thigh and snatched them back to buckle my seatbelt. "It was slow, I missed you. I counted down the minutes."

He flashed me my Jacob grin, and let his hair out of the low bun holding his silky jet black hair back.

"I had a great day, thanks for asking guys." Seth announced, shoving his head between us. "What are we doing now? I was thinking we could go hiking – oh or we could have a race. No, actually we should go to a record store."

Jacob and I shot each other exasperated glances.

"What? Oh. I see how it is. Now that you've professed your unwavering love for each other I'm chopped liver. No problem. I'll just hang out alone, again."

I snickered, and shoved him back into his seat. "We can go to my house, Emmett has been bugging me about playing this stupid video game and it's not up my alley . . . not sure how you feel about hanging out with vampires though." I teased him, flashing a smirk in his direction.

"I don't care as long as I'm not forced to listen to you two make out and recite love poems." He groaned.

Jacob let out a chuckle, "Careful now, Clearwater. You're starting to sound like Leah."

Seth huffed and slid in his seat, "Starting to sound like Leah. Pft. Sure." He grumbled to himself.

As soon as we were away from the school, Jacob grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. I sighed in content, I missed his heat.

I leaned over and placed a single chaste kiss on his neck and he growled. "Don't distract me."

I blushed and turned to look out the window, watching the trees blur past us. We were getting close to my house, and I suddenly began feeling uneasy. Something wasn't right.

"Jacob –"

A growl surfaced from deep in his chest, "I know."

"I smell leaches." Seth snarled, "Not just your family."

Jacob was tense, gripping the steering wheel tightly he turned down the road leading to my house. We approached, and I reached for the door handle instantly.

"No!" He commanded, I froze in my spot and turned to look at him. "No, Nessie. Let me go first."

"Jacob, no. I can take care of myself."

He growled a warning at me and swiftly exited the vehicle, with Seth following. I hastily opened the door and scurried after them.

"Renesmee." Jacob warned, turning to me and grabbing my hand. "Do not leave my side, you understand me?"

I nodded, barely able to contain my fear. Where was my family? Why couldn't I hear them?

We approached the front door, and Jacob stopped, cocking his head to the side. "Three of them, new ones." He said lowly, and pushed the door open fast.

I felt my knees go weak when I saw who it was.

"Ah, Renesmee. So lovely of you to join us."

Aro.