Renesmee's pov

My next two classes couldn't go any quicker, because when lunch came around, I was dying to ask my mom what dad heard. He nearly lost control and I don't know if Emmet was lying to me when he said that dad wasn't mad about something I did.

When I came out to the cafeteria with Mel, she began to walk over to her normal table. Now I was stumped, do I go and try to make friends or should I go see my family? Mel seemed to notice my little internal debate and asked, "Where should we go?" It was sweet that she planned to stick with me no matter my decision.

"We can go sit with your friends, like I said, I'm not one of the Cullens anyway."

"Even though your last name is Cullen?" she retorted. "I meant to ask. What's up with that anyway?"

"Oh, Carlisle my Grandfather." Shit.

"I thought you said on the first day you weren't related to any of the Cullens here?"

"Right." Now her whole table was listening intently to our conversation. Even some of the nosey juniors behind us had ceased their chatter to listen in. "Well, um my mom said that we would stay with the Cullens while we were her and-"

"I thought your parents passed away?" A boy from down the table asked.

"Yeah..." Great, what have I done? "What I mean to say was my sister, who's like a mom to me, said we would stay with her boyfriends family while she fixed everything up with social services wise. And I didn't know that um they went to this school."

"So how is Carlisle your grandfather?"

"Ahhhhh, I meant grandfather in a guidance, look up too way." People seemed satisfied with my answer for now, but that didn't mean that they didn't have more questions.

"So does Rosalie let you drive her car?"

"Are they all actually like dating and stuff?"

"Why do they all look amazing?"

Question after question was thrown my way until my weak human side started to develop a migraine. "I'll be right back, I just have to talk to my sister about something."

I walk over to the Cullens designated table and plopped down in the free seat, "You all suck." I grumble. "You know I've now been dubbed the most approachable, and are now the google which filters all of the questions about you."

I start picking at each of their lunch trays which I know none of them will eat anyway. Suddenly my migraine was relieved and the stress and tension left my body. What? Oh right, Jasper. "Thanks, uncle Jasper," I sigh, plopping two grapes in my mouth.

"No problem Ness."

"SOOOOO, dad," I whispered, "what was the growling about."

At the memory of the event, his face once again contorted into anger, and even for a second, I was scared. "Edward, calm down," mom chastised. "Sweetheart, dad was just concerned about the blood testing class that was inevitable this semester."

"I'm ten, not totally stupid," I snap. "Seriously."

"Your biology teacher has a certain appeal for children," Rose spits.

"Rose!" nearly all the adults at the table whisper shout.

"Ewwwww, I knew there was something wrong with that guy."

"You still crossed a line in lass today, sweetie," my mom said.

"Yeah, Yeah," I mumbled and turned away from her. But my eyes only landed on nearly every other set of eyes in the cafeteria looking this way. "How does this not bother you?"

I asked the table.

"What bothers us?" Emmet asked.

"The staring."

"They only stare because they're bored and I don't blame them, high school, no matter how many times you do it, is boring." Aunty Alice said.

"You know my friend is scared of you."

"No, not scared, more so shock, captivated and entertained," dad responded.

"Well can Mel and I hang out after school?"

"Wait," my dad says excited, "this is my first dad role...Sure, as long as you don't eat anyone and have fun."

"Nailed it," my mom casually high-fived him, and he beamed with pride, "but also add a little nonchalant, 'be safe' in there for next time."

I laughed, "Thanks mom and dad. By guys," I air-kissed the rest of my family.

"Here," mom read in her jeans pocket and pulled out a 20. But before she handed it to me, dad gave me two hundred dollar bills and I gasped. Staring at it wide eyed. "Edward no," mom wined and told him to take it back.

"She's our daughter, and I know you don't like the fact that my family is rich, but we are, and that money doesn't mean much as long as it makes Renesmee happy."

"Dad, I can't take it." It doesn't feel right yet. I don' what him to think for even a second that I was more interested in his money than getting to know him as a father.

"Renesmee," he scolded. "I would never think that way of you."

"Stay out of my head," I warned. God, why does he always do that?

"Renesmee I don't always go in your head."

"Seriously, stay, out of my, head." I seethed slowly.

I slapped the 100 back on the silver Lunch table and stalked back over to my friend group. I didn't like getting angry. It rarely happened, but it made the bloodlust really hard. I could hear the beating pulse of everyone at the table, almost so that I could hear the gushing sounds of blood through their veins, like a serene all juicy waterfall. My hand began to slowly reach for the jugular of the boy opposite me, but before I even realised it, dad was next to me, grabbing my wrist and taking me away.

We walked out into the hall, dragging all most all of the gazes from the student body with us, more so because only now had I realised mom and all my aunts and uncles following closely behind. But that didn't help with the thirst. And I could now smell the deep crimson flowing through their bodies. "I'm sorry about reading your mind Renesmee, but it's not just something that I can just turn up and down. It's like a switch that is always on."

"It's okay, I'm sorry I overreacted, but can I just go back inside now?" And have just one sip of Dylan's blood.

I look over to uncle jasper, "What's wrong with uncle jasper?"

"He can feel just how thirsty you are, and it's making it difficult for him to be around these people."

I winced, "I'm sorry uncle Jaz."

Without inhaling anything, he smiled warmly at me, shaking his head like it was no big deal and he was fine, but I could tell he was anything but.