I do not own Twilight, silly brains!
"What do you want?" Ethan asked, not turning towards me.
"I want to know why you keep shooting me these looks like... like you want to kill me," I snapped.
He let out a small laugh. "What? Is the new girl upset that one person in the school won't turn to look at her?"
I rolled my eyes. "No. The 'new girl' is upset that that one person won't give her a chance. I mean, my type? I hardly know you at all! What is my type? Please, enlighten me!"
His dark, unreal brown eyes stared deep into mine. A sense of seriousness filled the air.
"You don't know anything," he spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable.
Somehow, it looked as if something besides his usual coldness filled his eyes. Sorrow? Remorse? It couldn't be... or... was it?
"I... I just... want to know..." My voice was barely a whisper.
His forehead creased. "You can't. I'm sorry." Surprisingly, it sounded as if he genuinely meant it. "Renesmee, we can't be seen together. It's... not in your best interest."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He glanced nervously at the school. "I mean, you should really get away from me while you can. Goodbye, Renesmee."
With that, he was off, leaving me dumbfounded.
"Nessie!" I recognized Stephenie's voice and turned to meet her. She was wearing a yellow rain jacket and walking with a girl in a similar red one.
"Hey!" I forced out the cheeriest voice I could, but it still sounded shaky.
"Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to my side.
"Um... yeah," I lied.
"Okay... Well, this is my friend Laurel. I just figured you guys should meet."
"Hello," I waved to the girl named Laurel. She was petite with deep blue irises. Her long, light brown hair was neatly pulled into a ponytail, and her makeup was flawless. She no doubt made me look simple.
"Hi," Laurel smiled a bright white smile. "So, mind if I sit with you guys tomorrow at lunch?"
"Of course not!" I said.
"Thanks."
"Well," Stephenie interrupted. "We should get going. Come on, Laurel!"
They skipped off to a red Grand Marquis and climbed in.
I didn't feel like twenty questions, though I knew that's what was waiting for me at home. To clear my thoughts, I started down the road to my house. I needed the time. I craved it. Who knows? Maybe I could put together some of the jigsaw pieces that were my life.
Wrong. Again.
By the time I entered my home, my life was still strange. Ethan's words were still like a foreign language to me. Jacob and my relationship was still complicated. And I had absolutely no idea how to tell my family about us. However, knowledge also came to me on my walk. Aunt Alice can't see Jake's and my future, which means she has no idea about us. Yes!
"Where have you been?!" my mother yelled as I stumbled through the door.
"I walked."
"Why?"
"Because... I needed to think."
"You could think in the car?"
"Well, no."
"Me either!" Uncle Emmett chimed in.
"Emmett, you can't think when it's silent." Aunt Alice teased.
"Hey! Hey!" Uncle Emmett retorted. "Did I insult you today? Huh? Did I?"
"You tripped me in the hallway making me look so very... human!" Aunt Alice yelled.
"You deserved it!"
"Did not! I didn't do anything to you!"
"You did just now!"
"Yeah, NOW!"
"But you knew you were going to, you freaky psychic!"
During their little argument, the phone rang. I raced to go answer it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey! She lives!" Jake's familiar voice was enough to make my heart melt.
"Hey Jake!"
"I was wondering...," he began. "Would you like to... have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. "Yes! Yes I would!" I responded too quickly.
"Awesome. I'll pick you up around 6:30."
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
I hung up the phone and raced out the door.
"Where are you going?" my mother called after me.
"Out!" I yelled, running at my insanely slow human pace to Leah's house.
"Eep! No way!" Leah squealed.
"Yes!" I giggled.
We sat flopped across her bed with two empty bowls of ice cream.
"That is too cute!" she grinned.
I elbowed her. "Shut up."
"Ooh!" she got up and raced to her closet. "I have the most perfect dress!"
"Leah, when did you become such a girl?"
"Since your Aunt Alice forced us all to go shopping."
Yeah, Aunt Alice made us get up early almost every Saturday morning to go check out the sales at the mall. My mom absolutely hated it. Leah was forced to come because... well... I made her suffer with me.
"Leah's a girl?" Seth asked from the doorway, making me giggle.
"I swear to God you little runt I'm going to kill you!" Leah threatened, shaking her fist.
"Bring it," Seth challenged, lowering into a crouch.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I interrupted. "Save it until I'm gone."
They both relaxed, still keeping a hateful glare on each other.
"So," Seth asked in his girliest voice. "What are we talking about?"
"Go away, runt," Leah snapped. "We don't need you here."
"Oh come on!" he whined. "You never let me in on what you're doing!"
Leah slammed the door in his face.
"I'm telling Mommy!" he yelled.
She continued to dig through her closet and muttered something about their mom being in La Push.
"Aha!" she yelled.
She pulled out a short deep green dress. It had a low neckline with a black ribbon wrapped around the waist.
"It's beautiful. But Leah, I can't possibly pull that off." I explained.
"Sure you can," she held it up to me. "I'm going to make you wear it either way, so spare yourself the energy you're going to use to argue."
I groaned. "Fine. But I should really get going. My parents are going to be waiting."
"I'll drive her!" Seth yelled through the door. I blushed a scarlet red.
"Stalker bitch!" Leah yelled back.
"The original!" he gloated.
I giggled at their little argument. "I think I can walk. It's still somewhat light out. See you guys tomorrow!"
Leah handed me the dress. "Later!"
I skipped off down the stairs and bounded out the door.
On the way home, I imagined what Jake and my date tomorrow would be like. Maybe we'd go someplace small, so no one could watch as I tripped over myself on my way through the door. I prayed that Leah would be right about the dress. Dresses weren't my thing. Cosmetics weren't my thing either. Did I even have a thing? Oh yeah, that weird let-other-people-know-your-thoughts-by-pressing-your-hand-to-their-forehead thing. Real helpful. Watch out! Here comes Nessie Cullen, and she's going to let you know her thoughts!
"How was Leah's?" my dad asked as I walked through the door.
"Fun," I responded and continued to climb up the stairs.
Once I was safe in my room, I hid the dress in the back of my closet. I raced into Aunt Alice's room (thankfully she and Uncle Jasper were out on a date) and opened her massive closet. I raced to the shoe section and dug for what I was looking for: a pair of black heels with gray and white stripes criss-crossing on the toe. Perfect. I also picked out a turquoise and black necklace. Back in my room, I hid all of my treasures in the back of my closet near the dress. Satisfied with my work, I decided it was time to turn in for the night.
"You can't become attached! It will complicate the mission!" an unfamiliar voice screeched.
Out of the shadows walked a man in a trench coat. He bowed before two other men, who were messing with a computer. A picture appeared on the screen. A picture of... me.
"I haven't forgotten the mission. I just... don't think it's fair." another voice argued.
"Fair?! The girl shouldn't exist! We're doing what's right for our kind! You committed to this, you're going to help carry it out! Are you going to be a disgrace just like her family?!" the other man bellowed.
"No, master. I just... I don't know what I was thinking...," the boy who was crouched before the men muttered.
"I don't either!" he yelled. "Then again... we could work this to our favor." A devilish grin crossed his face. "But a little bit of fear doesn't hurt. Show her what is to come to her."
Then, my dream took a dark turn.
Author's Note: Heyy! Here's my little Superbowl Sunday gift to you. Well, idk. I'm not watching the game thingy, so I figured I'd post. I hate football. But yeah. Those of you who think Nessie and Ethan will be like Bella/Edward, Ethan doesn't thirst for her blood. I hate Ethan though. He's... obnoxious. And the weird thing is I created him. Anyhoo, Laurel is actually the name of one of my reviewers, Psychic-Porsche-3. Ooh, and check out her story and witeout94's. They're fabulous. That's right. I read. I can also dance... well, not really. I'm too klutzy.
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--Lauren