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~18~

Aiden had called me that night. When I broke down in tears that night over my parents leaving, he demanded that he see me. We met at the outdoor ice-skating rink. He thought that a fun activity might cheer me up. I felt pathetic. After all, it was him who needed the cheering up. His dad had just died, while I was crying over my parents leaving me behind.

I sat on the bench in the cold, staring at the glistening frozen pond in front of me. Aiden was next to me tying his skates, and then he sprinted out onto the pond, skating around in circles. I watched his perfect body glide over the smooth ice, watching his footwork and the grace in which he performed it.

No one was out there except for me and Aiden. "C'mon!" he yelled to me.

I got up and stood on this ice, almost falling on my face. I had only been skating once with Jacob, and it pained me to think of the memory.

I just let myself sink to the ground, almost hoping the pond would crack, letting me sink deep below into the numbness so I couldn't feel anything. I heard Aiden skate toward me, pulling me up.

"C'mon, you need to stop worrying about it. I know it's awful their all gone, but just think of all that you do have. You may feel alone, but you're not."

I looked at him doubtful, "And how would you know?" I skated away from him, trying to maintain my balance.

He just kept up with me, "Because I thought I was alone too. When my dad died, I thought I was alone. I didn't have anyone to go too, but then I realized I had you. When I saw you at the funeral that day, it was the happiest I had been since my dad died. I knew you would be there for me and I'm there for you too, Rem."

I looked up, he smiling at me. Somehow it made me smile. It was a sight I hadn't seen for nearly two weeks. I threw my arms around him, "Thanks, sometimes I need to be reminded of what I do have."

He chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling, "You're welcome. Now c'mon, let me teach you how to really skate." And then he took my hands and started pulling me with him along the ice. We laughed the whole time, even when we fell on top of one another, but we kept on skating till dark.

The next day was Aiden's first day back to school since his father's death. I knew it was hard for him seeing everyone's sad faces toward him and hearing people express their condolences, but I held his hand the whole time to let him know I was there for him.

In English, I took the seat next to Aiden as Mr. Flint handed out a pop quiz on Twelve Angry Men, some snoozer intended to point out the flaws in the American justice system. As usual, I hadn't read it and neither had Aiden, so we left a good portion of it blank. I watched as Mr. Flint collected them and gave me a dirty look, letting me know I was surely failing this quarter.

I was just about to give him a dirty look back to tell him he could shove it because I didn't care about his stupid class, when the door opened and in walked one of the most unexpected people one would see walk through the door of a school.

A petite red-head girl walked through the door, carrying her books and one simple purse. She was unlike anyone you would expect to see in Buffalo. She looked like she belonged on the New York City runway.

Her red-orange hair was cut in a layered bob, an inch below her chin, while her bangs that were angled on her forehead, flowed to the side as she walked. Here emerald eyes stood out against her pallid skin, as she handed Mr. Flint a note from the office.

Mr. Flint rested his glasses on the edge of his nose as he read the note, "Ah, yes, thank you Ms. Collins, you can have a seat anywhere there's a free desk."

There were only three open desks in the class, and I watched as the petite girl glanced around the room with a worried look, resembling that of a lost toddler. She smiled as her eyes landed on Aiden, and I watched as she took the seat next to him.

Throughout the whole class, this Collins girl seemed to be smitten with Aiden. She stared at him the whole class, glancing out through the corner of her eyes. I laughed to myself; Aiden didn't look up at her once. He wasn't interested in this new girl one bit.

The bell rang, and as usual, every one ran out the door to get as far away from Mr. Flint as possible. I waited for Aiden to get his books together, as I heard the little red-head clear her throat and say, "Excuse me, can you tell me where the cafeteria is? I'm new here."

I was shocked at the sound of her voice. It was pure, clear, and beautiful, any fool would be drawn to it. It was like she had opened her mouth and was singing a heavenly tune, but she was only talking.

Aiden glanced up at her. He didn't seem to be mesmerized by her voice, which was good. I didn't want him falling into her trap. "Oh yeah, sure, just follow me," he said kindly.

She smiled a brilliant smile that was almost as beautiful as her voice. It was official, she was breathtaking and perhaps the most beautiful person I had ever seen, even more than Rosalie.

"Thanks," she said in her little ring, "My name is Marney Collins."

Aiden smiled back at her, "Nice to meet you Marney, I'm Aiden Montgomery."

I cleared my throat as loud as I could. I wanted to end this meeting as soon as possible so I could have my Aiden back.

Aiden took my throat clearing as I wanted to be introduced too and said, "Oh this is Renesmee, but I call her Remy."

She smiled at me, meeting my eyes. It was weird, but it was like I saw something hiding behind those emerald eyes, something that wasn't very pleasant. "It's nice to meet you Remy," she said in her bell voice. My dark thoughts were suddenly distracted by how beautiful my name sounded when she said it.

All three of us walked down to the café together, although I was upset by the fact that she had joined us. She distracted Aiden from me and they talked the entire time about her last boarding school in Paris. I watched as Aiden was his sweetly self to the little miss prissy, just as he had always been to me and used his bright smile on her; the same bright smile that had taken me out of many of my darkest hours since I had been in Buffalo. It made me want to vomit, as I felt the envy creeping up inside my system.