It feels so good to be back. :) I wanted to say that this new "version" of RHYME might have been based on true, personal events. Well, not the imprinting part (that would've been awesome though) but the rest of it. The human part. I think it will make it more..believable, but it's going to be harder to write, so if it just doesn't feel right please do feel free to let me know :)

Oh, also - though I doubt anyone still remembers Renesmee's story's plot/timeline - I've disconnected Rhyme from RISING SUN/SHOOTING STARS' timeline in order to make it more realistic. Renesmee will still be present in the story as the same character but everything is just in different lights.

Chapter One

"...and then Jennie was like, what the hell and then I was like, you deserve it. Then she was like, oh yeah? And she had this look on her face..like she was up to something bad. I dunno, I don't really care. I mean, what's the most she can do, really? Manicure my locker? She's so childish, you know. I don't know how..." Stacy rambled in my ear. I tried my best to tune my friend's voice out, but it was just physically impossible. I buried my head in my pillow as she went on. "...alright? I'll pick you up in an hour."

"Huh?"

She sighed. "The mall! We're meeting the guys at the mall. Nessie said she'd bring some other friends, too - some people from Forks I guess? Not really sure..but they're coming in Jake's Rabbit so we're gonna have to fetch our own ride. Tom said he'd drive us there - get your lazy ass up and get ready."

I groaned. "But I don't feel like going to the mall," I whined, "I'm tired."

"Get. Ready."

And then I heard the oh-so-familiar beep and I knew I had no choice. God, why did I have to endure this? I swear the only reason I ever hung out with Stacy and the guys was because of Matthew. Matt and I were neighbors, and he was the first, and most welcoming, person I met around here. Since I moved to Port Angeles about six months ago, Matt has been my closest friend and ally. I remember when I first saw him, the day we moved here, and he was so pissed at his little sister that he kept yelling a couple of her rather embarrassing childhood moments, not noticing there were people around, and I kept laughing at him. I hadn't laughed so genuinely in ages, so it was more than refreshing.

Next thing I know, we're inseparable. We spent the whole summer together, sometimes hiking, other times just watching a movie at home or making a huge family dinner. It wasn't until school started that I knew he was one of those boys - the jock that only cares about sports and his rather idiotic friends. But he never forgot or ignored me. And this is how, ladies and gentlemen, I was friends with Stacy (okay, so maybe she wasn't completely bad but she was still annoying as hell), his best friend's girlfriend, Samantha, the chick who surfs too much and Nessie, the Cullens' center of interest, and therefore the most famous girl at school.

Being friends with this type of people had never been a quality of mine. But once I left my old life behind, I knew there was no coming back, and having friends, no matter how superficial I thought they were, was probably the best thing that could happen to me. Matt never knew of my past, or whom I left behind, but he knew something happened and he was kind enough not to ask what or why.

I got up from my bed, stretching. After a long day at school, all I wanted was to get some sleep, but oh well. I quickly changed into my skinny jeans and an extremely oversized t-shirt that went mid-thigh and my sneakers. Stacy would just have to deal with this. I was in no mood for dressing up, especially with other guys around. I just wasn't yet comfortable with having any kind of attention, no matter how minor, from new people. I was one of those girls who usually disappear - you don't notice them, not even when they speak, and the last thing I needed was attention. I lazily lifted my hair up in a ponytail and threw myself back on the bed, my phone in my hand, waiting for Stacy to text me when she wanted me to come down.

A minute later, the doorbell rang. Didn't she say an hour? Who else would be here?

Knowing Mom and Dad weren't around, and bro dear never answers the door, I ran downstairs and answered it, only to find Matt in front of me. Unlike me, he was actually dressed decently - even his honey-colored hair was perfectly put together. I smiled. "What are you doing here?"

He leaned his figure on the door frame. "Picking you up. Let's go."

"Isn't Stacy-"

"I called her. Come on I wanna show you something!" he said, dragging me outside. When I resisted, he eyed me. "Come with me, or I tell Stacy what you're wearing."

I huffed. "Fine," I said, letting him drag me all the way out, "But how are you gonna p-"

I stopped, staring at the beauty in front of me. She stood proud, her body curved perfectly, her accessories as shiny as the stars, the leather of her interiors even shinier. In front of me was a maroon Audi. Perfection on earth. Love expressed in metal.

"Is - is -"

"It's mine!" he said, wrapping an arm around me, "Dad was feeling extra generous the night I won that tennis match last week."

I was still perplexed, unbelieving. Without averting my eyes, I asked him, "Do you really feel like going to the mall?"

"Well, yeah. I still wanna drive-"

"Let's go to La Push."

"What?" he said, dropping his arm, "La Push? Why?"

I rolled my eyes. "To take this beauty for a ride. What do you think? Switch phones off and go?"

"Woo!" Matt said, one hand out of the window, the other on the steering wheel, "How did you know there aren't any speed limits inside La Push?"

I grinned. "Who do you think finished the Mercedes' gas tank last month?"

He raised his eyebrows. "You didn't! Your dad would kill you if he knew."

I shrugged, smiling. The scenery around us soon changed from the tall, damp trees to a couple of houses and First Beach. The air filled my lungs, and I sucked in a deep breath. "Nah, he loves me too much," I said, "So."

"So.."

"Tell me about Emma. Are you guys, like, dating?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, a little. Why though?"

I put my hand on my chest and pouted. "You're cheating on me. My heart is broken. I don't do what to do with my life. Oh, I wanna die."

He laughed and pulled over near the beach. "Oh, dear Mary, don't be so sad," he said and pinched my cheek, "I'm sure I can date two pretty girls at the same time."

I stuck my tongue out. "Very funny, Matthew."

He chuckled, staring out of the window. He stayed silent for a while, his features still. I closed my eyes and tried to filter my mind. I couldn't get it out of my mind how my ex-boyfriend threatened me, told me he'd find me and make me "pay". The thought of seeing him again made me shiver, tears welling up behind my eyelids. I was in no way or shape ready to face him and the threat itself shook me like nothing ever could, and the worst thing was that I couldn't tell anyone about it. I couldn't let it out, I couldn't seek protection in others. No one else knew. I didn't tell anyone about him, at all. I didn't tell anyone anything and it choked me a little more every minute.

My hand grabbed Matthew's, squeezing gently. I didn't know why, I just did it. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me before squeezing my hand back. "Is everything alright?" I shook my head, staring out of the window at the beach. The waves riffled roughly and I used their sound to cover up the sob that echoed in the back of my throat. I felt so weak, so vulnerable. "You can tell me, you know. You can trust me, Mary."

I whimpered. "I know I can, I just-" I took a deep breath. "Matt, I can't tell anyone yet."

He squeezed my hand one more time before letting it go. "Take care of yourself."

I grimaced. "Look, I'm sorry but-"

"You don't need to apologize." He started the engine. "Just know you can come to me, alright?"

I smiled apologetically and was about to say something when I saw the most eccentric thing on the beach. A couple hundred meters away, there was a huge, horse-sized wolf standing, whimpering, rolling on its side. I gasped at its size and color - gray with dark spots. It looked absolutely beautiful, and at the same time extremely dangerous. "Matt! Matt - go. Let's get out of here! Look at the wolf!"

"Whoa," he said, speeding his way out of the place. "What is that?"

"No idea," I mumbled. Once we got out of La Push, I spoke. "You think we should call Stacy yet? She must be pretty angry."

He grinned mischievously, looking at me for a split second. "No, I wanna see the look on her face when we show up," he said, "You know, I never really-"

Suddenly, and literally out of nowhere, while his eyes weren't on the road, a man appeared in the middle of the way. He looked extremely pale, but the stern look on his face, the confidence radiating off his shiny red eyes and how he stretched out his hands on both sides of him terrified me. We were only a couple of feet away. There was no way we would be able to walk around him in such a tiny road on near the cliffs.

"Matt!" I cried, "Matt watch out! There's a man - watch out! Oh my God!"

And there we go. First chapter, about 2k. That's short for me, but it had to end here ;)

Okay, I seriously won't go on if I don't know what you guys think. Yay or nay? Anything?

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