I'm baaack

I'm baaack. Thanks to Rock'xanne, AnnikaHeartsTwilight, Sakura Tate and LawfullyDecietfulElly for your reviews. I'm glad you guys like my story so far!
And no, Renesmee isn't in this fic.

Naomi xxxx

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I couldn't believe how quickly I'd made the Cullen's feel uncomfortable. I thought I'd at least last a week with the dignity I had left. I forget what I'm capable of.

When I left the cafeteria, I sat down outside to calm myself a little bit. It was easier when there wasn't anybody around, or anybody looking at you. However I only received a few moments of silence, because I heard the Cullen's get back into conversation. For some reason my ears only focused on them, and not all the other ramblings going on in the cafeteria. It was Edward who spoke first.

'This could be a problem.'

Was he talking about me?'

'What are you talking about, Ed?' Emmett asked. He sounded a little offended.

'This Skye character. She isn't human, I know it.' Edward replied.

Not this again. What was with him? Just because I looked and acted a little differently, it doesn't mean I wasn't human. Did it?

'You know, I think I'm starting to agree with you.' Bella said. Oh no, not you too Bella.

'What?' Emmett asked, confused.

'Come on Emmett. Haven't you realized that she heard what I said? About deciphering her thoughts?' Edward said, exasperated. So he was talking about me. He could read my thoughts?

'Of course I realized it. She must just have good hearing, that's all.'

'Good hearing? No human could have heard that. I said it way too fast for any humans to understand.' Edward replied.

'And she walks so gracefully. No human could walk like that. Plus her eyes are gold.' Alice added.

Once again they were using the word "human" as if they weren't human.

'What are you guys saying? Are you saying she's one of us?' Emmett asked, putting emphasis on the word "us". What did he mean by "us"? Were they not normal?

'I'm unsure. Her heart is beating and everything, and she eats human food-'

'She ate human food. Did you see her face when she ate that pizza?' Alice interrupted Edward.

'But she was eating just fine yesterday.' Bella objected.

'Yes, but yesterday the rings under her eyes were faint. Today they looked about twice as dark.' Edward argued.

I wish they'd shut up. I wasn't used to people talking about me, especially if they suspect I'm not human. Of course I was human! What else was there for me to be? This didn't make any sense at all. I didn't know they were this observant.

'This doesn't make any sense.' Jasper piped up. He'd been silent for the past five minutes.

'I know. It's like she's developing or something.' Alice said.

Developing? Into what? A freak of nature? I wouldn't be surprised if I was.

'But how is that possible? If she is, shouldn't she be writhing in pain?' Edward questioned.

Writhing in pain? Okay, now I was scared. I really wish I knew what they were talking about. It'd be so much easier.

'Maybe...' Jasper paused.

'What?'

'Maybe... she's a half-breed.'

I was close to bursting out with laughter. Half breed? Of what? A fish?

'Impossible.' Bella said.

'Nothing's impossible in our world, Bells.' Alice replied.

'She can't be half and half. That doesn't make sense.' Bella said.

'Who are her parents?' Edward asked.

'I dunno. I don't think she has any.' Emmett said.

'Why isn't she telling us?' Alice asked, 'why doesn't she just say she's one of us?'

'Alice, I don't think she's even aware of what she could possibly be. We're reading too much into this. Maybe she's just a very unique human.' Bella said.

Thank you! Now will you stop talking about me like I'm a freak of nature? Even if I am?

I wished they'd hurry up and say what they mean by "us". Who knows? Maybe I am "one of them"? Even though I have no idea what they mean by that.

A few more minutes passed, and they continued to talk amongst themselves about me. I just gave up on trying to understand what they were talking about. There was really no point anymore.

When I walked away to head to my next class, I heard Emmett say,

'She is very unique.'

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I came home to find Georgia sitting down reading the newspaper. Funny, she didn't seem the type of person who liked to read.

'Why are you reading the newspaper?' I asked.

'I'm looking for a job, for you.' she replied, smiling evilly.

Of course.

'Why?'

'You still need to pay for that dent you put in my car.' she said.

'It was an accident! Do you expect me to get a job just to fix a tiny dent?' I said, exasperated.

'Well what do you suggest?' Georgia asked.

'I could fix it myself. If I can put a dent on your car I can probably fix it.' I shrugged.

'With what? Your bare hands?' she asked sarcastically. I raised an eyebrow.

'What do you suggest?' I mocked her.

'You don't honestly think you can get a dent out of my car with your bare hands?' she laughed.

'Do you have a better idea?' I asked.

She stayed silent.

'Exactly.'

I put my bag down and went straight outside to Georgia's car. Better now then later. Knowing myself I'd just do more damage to it.

The dent wasn't really that big if you looked at it from a distance. You probably wouldn't even notice it was there if you were a fair distance away. Nevertheless, I lifted the hood of the car up, exposing all its tubes and wires.

Woops... where I'd grabbed the hood of the car I saw my fingers engraved upon the metal. Was I really that strong? Hmm... maybe Emmett wasn't so weak after all...

I found the lump on the hood, where the dent was. If I could engrave my fingers on the metal, pushing the dent out should be easy as.

Just as I was about to punch the lump of metal, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around.

It was Emmett.

'We didn't get a chance for a rematch.' he grinned.

I was surprised he was smiling at me. Shouldn't he be feeling uncomfortable?

'How dyou know where I live?' I asked, suspicious.

'I have my sources.' he smirked, 'how about that rematch?'

'Hang on.' I said, turning back to the car.

On instinct, I punched the lump of metal that was the dent. I didn't feel a thing... if I had my eyes closed I would have thought I was just punching air. The dent had vanished; it looked like there hadn't been a dent at all. I nodded, impressed with my ability.

'Ha, so much for getting a job.' I muttered, turning back to Emmett. He looked surprised.

'How did you do that?' he asked.

'Uhh... genes?' I shrugged. It could be true. For all I knew my father could have been a professional wrestler.

We stayed silent for a moment. Emmett looked deep in thought. I sighed.

'Listen... I'm sorry about this afternoon.' I said. He raised an eyebrow.

'Why?' he asked, confused.

'I made everybody feel uncomfortable.' I replied, surprised at his confusion.

'I wouldn't call it discomfort. It's more like... surprise I guess. Besides, it's us who should be sorry. We made you feel uncomfortable.' he said comfortingly. God, why'd he have to be so cute?

'Let's just say we're all sorry.' I concluded. Emmett nodded in agreement.

'So, how bout that rematch?' he smiled.

'You're on.'

I found a large rock on the front lawn of our house, and we both sat down next to it.

'I won't go easy on you this time.' Emmett smiled evilly.

'I should think not.' I replied.

We grabbed each others hands. His hand was, again, very warm. Even warmer than it was yesterday.

'Okay... one, two three!' Emmett said.

I didn't even need to try. As soon as he said "three", I slammed his hand down onto the rock with so much force, that the rock literally cracked. There was a giant crack right where Emmett's hand was.

'Woops.' I said.

Okay... this wasn't humanly possible. How the hell did I do that? Only somebody who takes like... ten steroids a day would be able to do that. I hoped nobody particularly liked this rock.

'You can say that again.' Emmett said, grabbing his hand I slammed down with his other hand. I'd actually hurt him. My bad.

'Oh crap. I'm so sorry. You okay?' I asked.

'Yeah I'm fine.' he said, taken aback, 'just fine.'

'How did I do that?' I muttered to myself fast.

'I dunno. You actually hurt me.' he said. Most people would say that in a cold tone, but he actually sounded impressed. Maybe he was actually a lot stronger than I had thought. But what did that make me?

'What's going on out here?' Georgia had appeared at the front porch of the house.

'Just a little arm wrestling.' Emmett said goofily.

'Oh, hello Emmett. When did you get here?' Georgia asked.

'Just a few minutes ago. I helped Skye fix your dent.' he chuckled.

'You suck, Emmett.' I pouted. He just grinned at me.

Hiya! Sorry for the sudden ending. But I have to go. SLIPKNOT CONCERT!! Can't wait! Reviews will be very much appreciated. They make me happy. And if I'm happy, perhaps I'll update earlier? Eh? :)
Naomi xxxx