A/n: Again sorry for how long it took to put it up and again its not really action packed but we'll get there. Hope you enjoy....
12) No Doubt
"I want to welcome you both again to our school here."
"It's very nice." I blurted out feeling my face turn red.
"Why thank you so you can read over the rules and regulations on your own but." She said looking through her filing cabinet. "Here we go, here are your keys to your room all information you need about it is on the back." These weren't your normal keys these were like old jail cell keys, I'm guessing to keep the olden look going. "Also because there are separate girl and guys dorms." Jacob and I exchanged a glance. "Curfew is set at 9:30. Sharp, to be back at your appropriate rooms." She gave us both incredulous looks like she knew.
"Besides that the rest of what you need to know like I said before it's all in the handbook which I advise you to read and also here you go." She handed us both bags. "These are your uniforms you can pick more up later but without further ado I'll walk you both to your dorms." She got up and opened the door for us.
Jacob took my hand as we walked along the grounds. I was so mesmerized that even in the rain it still looked beyond gorgeous. I literally felt I was in the 1500's because all the people who worked here were dressed in fashions from that period. I even looked down into the bag that held my uniform and was so not the skirt and crisp white shirt I had in mind. It looked to be one of the dresses the teachers here had on. I was about to pull it out of the bag before I was interrupted.
"This is our Rec hall and its open until 10 pm on school nights and 11 pm on weekends. Everything will be better explained with more detail after the assembly we have for our new influx of students tomorrow afternoon." I nodded my head looking to where the cobble stone road curved to open up to two buildings with a sign reading Dorms.
"Here we are, the one to your left is the boys dorm and the one to the right is the girls. I'm sorry I can not walk you through but I just got notified our next transfer has arrived." She smiled and before I could ask whom this mysterious transfer might be she was already half way down the block.
"We can get a lot done before curfew." I heard Jacob whisper and felt his warm, sweet breath against my ear.
"You naughty little school boy." I smiled back running up the hill towards the over hang on the buildings.
"Are Renesmee Cullen?" A man, with a British accent, about 20 year olds asked me. He had jet-black hair that had that messy, just rolled out of bed look and piercing blue eyes.
"Yes." I answered having no clue whom he was.
"I have your bags." He said pointing behind him. I looked behind him and sure enough my Louis Vuitton bags were stacked behind him along with some of Jacob's things.
"Oh thank you." I said getting ready to reach for them before he stopped me.
"No, no I'll take these up to the elevator just wanted to make sure they were yours." He smiled flashing perfectly white teeth.
"Yeah just that those. "I pointed to the old worn out, so obviously not mine. "Aren't, they belong to Jacob."
"Don't worry I can carry them." Jacob puffed out his chest a little. Great, I thought, first person on campus and already he had to flash his testosterone.
"Okay. I'm Jonathan the girls dorm security guard." He finally introduced himself.
"Good to know someone will be protecting me." I joked.
"No need to worry Ms. Renesmee you're always safe with me." He flashed his flawless smile again. I nodded my head trying to seem polite but not interested because I certainly didn't need drama.
"Well you should be getting inside I wouldn't want you catching a cold." Jacob said breaking the silence even though it was virtually impossible for me to get a cold.
"Oh yes sorry. You're bags will be at your door when you arrive." Jonathan smiled and walked into the building.
"See you later." I kissed Jacob on the lips making sure to show him how happy I was being here.
"I'll text you." He called carrying his bags with ease to his dorm room.
I followed the old and winding brick walls of this palace turned school until I reached the double wooden doors that read enter to girls lounge. I took a deep breath and pushed against them expecting to see more old wordly things but was utterly shocked to see a very modern lounge, just like it said. There were some girls sitting around a glass table eating and others were set around four flat screens. I noticed the walls were still brick but they definitely gave off a whole new vibe with the pops of color around the room. I took in my surroundings acting like the foreigner I was and touched everything in my reach. I dropped my bags and ran my hand across the smooth granite of the counter top and then to the two open tables. I found some slim windows and looked to the garden below and tennis courts behind a half wall that read "Book Nook".
"She's the American transfer." I heard some of the girls whispering in British accents.
"She seems nice." Another contradicted.
"Looks can be deceiving, Her Louis Vuitton bags and Coach sneakers could make her a bitch." Another girl said but she had an Australian accent.
"Give her some time ya'll she'll warm up." I started walking back as a red head with a southern accent said.
"What's your name?" The same girl asked.
"Renesmee Cullen." I answered.
"You're from Oregon right?" She put her hand out and I shook it.
"Yeah."
"Nice to see someone else from the states. I'm from Alabama and my names Hope Johnson." She has long braided red hair with these light green eyes that were so light they were almost translucent. She also had a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"I'll see you around Renesmee and if you need anything just give me a hollar."
"Thanks and you can call me Nessie everyone else does." She nodded and waved as I walked towards the stairs.
After I climbed the stairs, which was not easy with all my bags, I found the rooms after passing through a fancy corridor.
"Well here we are." I sighed slipping the key into the lock and opening the door. As soon as I opened it I could hear Paramore blasting. I recognized it to be Ignorance but thinking I could get along with my roomie ended when she turned around.
"Hello?" She snapped her fingers at me.
"Are you my roomie?" She asked in a very posh British accent that so didn't go with her.
"Y…Yeah. Renesmee Cullen but you can call me Nessie." I said trying to stare at her hair that was bleached blonde on top, black in the middle and pink on the bottom layers.
"Hey. I'm Eloise Cowell but I like Elle better. There are some rules here." She said turning back around and walking towards what seemed to me my bed.
"This is your half and I don't want your crap on my side. I like to listen to music so if you got a problem with the decibel level or type I don't care." She smirked.
"No. I love Paramore." I said.
"Well good and oh are you a cheerleader?"
"No why?"
"Good or else I'd have to kill you." I slumped down on my bed and took a good look at Elle. She was wearing black skinny jeans with a purple and black plaid shirt along with some serious black eyeliner, but not in the whoreish way, and purple eye shadow and don't miss the purple lipstick. So to be honest she was a complete punk chick. I looked past her looks and 3 cartilages piercing on each side along with a nose ring to find posters of Paramore, Cobra Starship and Kings of Leon. There were also song lyrics posted everywhere and books thrown about.
"What are you staring at?" She asked.
"How'd you get your hair like that?" I asked idiotically.
"What they don't have hair dye in the States?" She laughed.
"Uhh." I said even more brilliantly.
"My mum's a hair dresser so I pretty much get to do what I want. Like now." She explained grabbing her black leather studded bag.
"Ok so I'll see you later." She waved and was off out the door. I waved back to the already closed door and took a tour of the room.
The bathroom was a pretty decent size a lot smaller then the one at home but it would do and they had heavy black out shades which I was very happy to see. There really wasn't much else to see considering you turn around and you caught everything so to pass the time until Jake texted me I decided to unpack. I put my pink and black toile sheets on the bed. Next I unpacked the pictures of my family, which made a little tear escape.
I put that thought out of my head trying to focus on the positive and that it would be a good experience like they told me it was going to be. So I continued with the unpacking and refolding of my clothes into the wood dresser. I heard my phone ring and jumped and the sound. It was oddly quiet in my room and when I listened closer there wasn't much sound coming from beyond these four walls. I opened the text received from Jacob and didn't like the way it sounded. "Meet me downstairs ASAP!!"
I shoved my feet into a pair of flip-flops and ran down the stairs. I burst through the corridor and into the lounge to find no one around. I put the creepiness factor behind and ran straight out the doors. I took a deep breath getting my bearings about me trying to remember the lay out of dorms when I spotted Jacob running towards me.
"Jake! Jake!" I yelled running across the lawn to him. When we finally met in the middle I almost didn't believe I was looking at the same guy I came here with. Before Jacob was bright and up beat but now looking at him his eyes were glassy and he looked so distraught I squinted through the rain to make sure I was seeing him correctly.
"N…Nessie…B…" He stuttered wrapping his hands around my arms so tight that I was sure they would leave a bruise.
"Yes? What is it?" I tried to find some inkling of anything but he could barely meet my eyes.
"Is something wrong with Helena?" I screamed.
"No, no she's fine it's B…"
"Bella? My mother?!" I screamed louder.
"No!" He yelled back. "It's Brady and Collin. They're dead."
"Are you sure?" I asked and not really sure why I did ask it.
"Positive I talked to same just before he said Brady's shirt got cut up like Collin's was that day remember?" I nodded thinking back to the shirts and my mother's dress.
"So Sam let them run patrol because he had that feeling again and they never returned. The next day Paul was out for a run and found them both on the border of Forks with the fabric from their shirts covering their faces."
"I'm so sorry." I said pulling Jacob's head to rest against mine.
"Me too. They were good kids. If only I listened to Sam. I should go to La Push." He muttered.
"Jacob stop. They'll handle it. They know what the cut up shirts mean now, they will be careful."
"I know they do but Bella doesn't." Our eyes met and I felt my stomach drop to the ground. I patted my pockets for my phone and realized I left it in my dorm. I showed Jacob what I had to do and ran for the door and up the stairs. I really didn't care if anybody saw me running at an inhuman speed I was determined to call my mom and pray it was wasn't too late becasue no matter how good, something will go terribly wrong no doubt.