A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews and big thanks to my betas at PTB, TwilightHeart21 and DeeDreamer! You've both been a big help!

Chapter 4 – Distracted

NPOV

I arrived at school a few days before classes were scheduled to start. It felt nice to be free again. The months spent at home weren't as bad as pre-runaway prison, but I didn't like having to follow my parents' ridiculous rules. As promised, they gave me a car. Alice picked it – a bright red BMW convertible. Warren and I packed it full of everything we could fit and drove it down to Georgia. We spent part of the first few days shopping for necessities for my dorm and his little house in the woods.

My roommate's name was Ella. We had more in common than I ever thought I could have with a human. She, too, was happy to be free of her parents and couldn't wait to take full advantage of college life. She wasn't quite as rebellious as I had been. She didn't run away for months. Our circumstances were completely different, though. Her father wasn't a mind reader and she was actually allowed to have friends.

The day school started, I smelled the most breathtaking smell lingering in the hall outside my room. It made Warren's scent smell like rotten fruit. I'd never smelled anything remotely like it. I couldn't decide if I wanted to suck dry whoever it was or fuck them. It definitely belonged to a male.

It was the perfect combination of pine and cinnamon and what could only be described as masculinity. I looked around in hopes of finding its source and saw nothing but a handful of girls. Not one single guy.

I shrugged and made my way to the elevator. If he was on my floor, he was undoubtedly visiting his girlfriend. What luck. It was probably for the best. It's not like I could hook up with a human, anyway. I tried to refocus my thoughts on the deliciousness that was Warren but couldn't get the smell out of my head. The scent was everywhere. In the elevator, the entrance to the building, even in the parking lot. It was almost maddening.

My first class – World Literature – bored me to tears. I spent most of the period doodling and daydreaming. I never thought it could take someone two hours to go over a syllabus.

That damn scent caught up with me again on my way to my second class. It was very fresh. I followed it starting from the building where my second class was held, down the long halls packed with humans, and all the way to my Calculus class.

I pretended to look for a vacant seat while discretely trying to match the scent with the person it belonged to. The scent made a clear path and I continued to follow it. It ended at an empty desk toward the back of the room. Damn. Apparently whoever the delicious scent belonged to was here earlier.

Concentrating on anything was absolutely impossible as the appealing odor wafted around me the entire class. The intensity decreased as class went on, but it was permanently etched into my brain. I forced myself into thinking that the only satisfaction I wanted from this mystery person was his warm blood flowing down my throat. Maybe he was my singer, like Mom was with Dad. I'd never killed a human, but this smell was unshakable. It had a death grip on me.

In the deep recesses of my mind, I knew I was physically drawn to this person for more than just a meal. Since that wasn't even an option, I gave myself over to fantasies of what he must taste like.

This train of thought only led to me wondering what things other than his blood would taste like. His delicate skin… his warm lips. Then it occurred to me – I could do both. Surely I could seduce him. Girlfriend or not, I was half vampire and came equipped with the ability to allure people. It wouldn't matter if my thoughts were projected to this mystery guy, he'd be dead when it was all said and done with.

STOP!

What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't kill a human. Never. Losing my car would be the least of my worries. Dad would undoubtedly and quite literally imprison me for an indefinite amount of time if I killed a human – singer or otherwise. I had to control myself. Maybe I could drop the class and stay with Warren most nights? Or, could I actually learn to deal with this smell and live my life the way I should be?

As much as I cared for Warren and enjoyed his company, I didn't want to live with him. He'd be thrilled if I did. When we were in California, he laid with me while I slept most nights. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but now that I knew he wanted me to be with him, his subtle caresses and embraces took on a new meaning.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Most of my classes were sophomore level and pretty easy. I didn't smell that scent again until I got back to my dorm building; it hit me like a slap in the face. He was so close.

I walked as quickly as I could, trying to catch up with him. I at least needed a face to go with my fantasies. There were too many people out in the halls. It was impossible. His scent led me to an elevator which was already on the fourth floor. I ran up the stairs at a quick human pace as I tried to think of any sane excuse as to why I was about to enter no-man's-land – one of the all-guys floors of the dorm. I decided that if anyone got curious as to why I was there, I'd just pretend I was lost.

When I exited the stairwell, I knew he was definitely there, but not in the hall. I walked around the floor and pinpointed the exact room he was in. I wasn't sure what good knowing that would do me. If anything, it put his life in further danger.

But who was I kidding? Some tiny part of my mind may have wanted his blood, but that applied to every human walking around me as well. I wanted him.

At least I didn't look out of place. There were a couple of other girls in the hall. I assumed they were visiting friends. How nonsensical of me to think there would be no girls here. I walked the halls of the fourth floor a bit longer before getting on the elevator. A girl with hair much like mine got on with me. Hers was more red than bronze, but still long with big curls like mine.

"Your boyfriend on the fourth floor?" she asked.

"No, I just got off there by accident. You?" I looked around aimlessly. I wasn't a good liar.

She chuckled. "Just a friend." She ran her fingers through her hair, wafting her scent in my direction, sending a very concentrated dose of him my way. She must have been friends with the mystery guy. "You a freshman?" she continued.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm Kimber. Looks like we're on the same floor," she said as we exited the elevator together.

"I'm Renesmee. Well, everyone here calls me Ness." Everyone being my roommate and the two girls who lived in the dorm beside us.

She looked like she was checking me out. She was definitely attractive and had this aura of sexuality around her. She didn't look like the typical college slut, but she definitely wasn't virginal. If it weren't for the fact that she was human, I'd absolutely consider inviting her to Warren's place.

"Well here I am." She stopped in front of her dorm. "I'll see you around, Ness." Her eyes locked on mine in the strangest way – was she really giving me the look? Emmett told me college could get crazy, but did girls really try to pick up other girls in the halls of dorms?

"See ya," I called back as I walked away.

The moment my door was closed and I gathered that I was alone in my dorm, I called Warren.

"Hey sexy, how was your first day?" he asked.

"Decent, I guess. Are you at home?"

"No, but I'm not far. Why? Everything okay?" How sweet of him to be concerned.

"Everything's fine. I just need some company." My voice was a perfect reflection of how rattled my nerves were.

"Company or company?" he asked, putting a naughty emphasis on the second part.

I sighed. "Maybe a little of both. Will you be there in ten minutes?"

"Less than that. See you then."

"Bye."

That damn scent was in the hall again. I noticed it seemed the strongest right outside Kimber's door. I could have stayed and listened to what may have been going on inside, but I decided it was none of my business and kept going toward the elevator. He was everywhere.

I rolled my eyes and got in my car, saying goodbye to the remnants of the smell that still floated in the parking lot. I was so annoyed with this damn scent that I really did want to cause whoever it belonged to bodily harm. I wouldn't, but I wanted to.

Warren was looking sexy as ever when I got to his house. He waited for me on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of khaki shorts. That shaggy blonde hair just begged to have my fingers clenching it. The way his pelvis was exposed made it clear that he wasn't even wearing boxers. A few rays of sunlight cast through the trees, making parts of his skin shimmer. He noticed my appraising gaze and smiled deviously, flashing those gorgeous dimples. If I was pissed off or annoyed before, it was gone. The only thing left was lust.

"Hey sexy," he murmured, pulling me against his well muscled, cold chest. His hands roamed down my back and squeezed my ass.

My body pressed further against him. "Hey," was all I could say before his lips were on mine. How could something so cold set my body on fire? His tongue danced with mine intensely as he lifted me and walked inside. My skirt came up around my waist as I wrapped my legs around him, my panties pressing against his torso. Before I knew it I was being laid on the bed. Our mouths continued to assault each other while one of his hands slid down to caress my pussy. I moaned into his mouth.

"Strip for me," he asked. His voice was deep and smooth and impossible to deny.

I stood before him on the mattress and took my clothes off the way I'd done so many times before – the way I saw it done in movies my father would rather I had not ever seen. He grunted appreciatively when I finally removed thong and flung it at him.

"Don't give them to me unless I can keep them," he said hungrily, pulling me into his lap.

My hands grasped his hair while his mouth moved down my neck and chest. A gasp escaped me when he finally started nibbling on my nipple.

"Now that Daddy's gone," he paused to suck my nipple roughly, "can I bite?"

He hadn't bitten since I'd brought him home with me. My Dad had a cow when he saw it in my thoughts. Warren never did any damage; he just tasted a little here and there. Out of the numerous times he'd bitten me, he'd never once taken more than an ounce or two. Nothing my body couldn't replenish within a few minutes. Besides, I truly enjoyed it. It was such a pleasurable pain.

"When you fuck me," I said in a moan. Bites made my orgasms so much more intense.

His hand came down and guided his cock to my opening. Before entering, he flicked his head against my clit and I moaned loudly. He rapidly rubbed my clit repeatedly at impossible speeds while his teeth grazed over my nipple. My moans turned into loud screams and my orgasm pooled all over his cock and the sheets moments later. We could definitely never have sex in the dorm.

As soon as my body stopped shuddering, he slid inside, slowly and teasingly. He pulled in and out much too slow. I needed to be fucked… hard… desperately. My hands went to his face and I projected all of my pent up frustration into his mind. His pace picked up to exactly what I needed and I rewarded him by letting him feel my pleasure in his mind.

"Fuck," he grunted. "God Renesmee, you are so fucking amazing," he said as he pounded into my body.

I let him know exactly how amazing he was through our connection while I screamed and begged for more.

He felt my insides tighten against his erection as my orgasm built. He fucked me even harder and leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. I screamed his name mixed with obscenities as he bit down on the side of my breast and began to suck ever so gently. One of his hands reached down to rub my very swollen clit as I sent the intensity of my orgasm back to him through our connection.

After my second orgasm, I flipped him over so I was on top and took charge. It was my turn to tease. I knew he was very ready for his own orgasm and he had definitely earned it. I slowly slid him in and out of my body while I tickled his balls with the hand that wasn't keeping me vertical. I loved watching his face like this, watching his brows knit, his lips curl, and his eyes roll back. My speed increased and his breathing became rougher. He grunted while I moaned and bounced. I placed my hand on his incredibly sexy abs so he could feel everything I felt. I came again and his cock started to pulse inside me.

I pulled him out of my body and took him into my mouth while I played with myself. I sucked and swallowed the last drop of his load then collapsed beside him.

"You want more?" he asked, bringing his hand down to my overly sensitive area. My mind said all fucking day, but my body was beat… figuratively and literally. Plus, I did have to go back to campus sometime soon.

"I don't think so. I've got to let my body heal before I go back. I can't go back with these bruises, ya know?" I said, eyeing the small bruises that were quite clearly his fingerprints across my breasts then the ones from where he'd held me down by my wrists. They'd heal in less than an hour.

Regardless of what I said, Warren began to kiss down my body and I didn't fight him. He brought me to orgasm two more times, making for at least six for the day, using his mouth. At least oral didn't leave me with exposed bruises.

The next day, I spotted Kimber in one of my classes. I guess I was too busy being annoyed to notice before. She invited me to sit with her. We weren't able to chat much during class but we talked as we walked out.

"Where's your next class?" I asked her.

"This is it for the day. I'm heading home. You?" She looked at me, clearly hoping I was too.

"Me too. You want a ride back?" I walked to most of my classes but this class was really far from my dorm.

"Sure," she said as we approached my car.

"Here we are," I said, gesturing to my precious BMW.

"You're a freshman, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"So you're what, eighteen? Nineteen?" she continued.

"Almost nineteen. My birthday's next month."

"And this is your car?"

"Yes. It's also my parent's way of trying to keep me in line while I'm here. If I screw up, they take it."

"Smart. So how are you faring thus far? Walking the straight and narrow?"

I laughed and we got in the car. "Hardly. I've never been an angel. Their primary concern seems to be keeping me from getting knocked up or locked up. They live far as hell so it's not like they can really keep tabs." Not entirely true, they could very easily spy on me. "Plus, I really don't care. They're just happy to know where I am and that I'm safe."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I ran away for a while. I spent about four months with a friend in California and didn't so much as call them. If they want to be assholes, I'll do it again."

"Why'd you run away?"

Why was I telling this girl so much about me? Hmm… she was smokin' hot, seemed cool, and one of the few non-vampire females I'd ever spoken to for more than ten seconds. That must've been it. "Long story short, they sheltered me entirely too much."

"One day, people will learn that sheltering children isn't the way to keep them out of trouble."

"So what's your story?" I asked.

"Hmm… I'm a junior. I grew up in suburban Atlanta. My parents were more the 'don't ask, don't tell' type. I'm anti-boyfriend. What else is there to tell?"

"Anti-boyfriend," I said questioningly. "Does that mean you're a lesbian?"

She chuckled. "Hardly. I like both, but I could never go without having a guy. A friend and I have a mutual agreement. We basically just use each other for sex and go on about our lives. It's easy. No strings, no emotions. Just sex."

I smiled inwardly. "I have something kinda like that, too."

"Already? You're quick."

"No, he came with me here. He's the guy I stayed with in Cali."

"Damn. A dude followed you all the way from California. Do you have beer flavored nipples or something?"

"Truth be told, he's pretty much in love with me. He knows it's never going to happen, though. I love sleeping with him, but it'll never be more than friends with us."

"Same here. My friend's a great guy and all, but I'm just not into settling down. College is for partying, not finding your soul mate."

"Exactly!" This girl was too much like me. It even smelled like we had on the same kind of perfume.

"Wanna go hit up Summits for something to eat? A friend of mine works nights there," she asked as we pulled into the dorm parking lot.

"Sure, what's the dress?" I asked.

She looked me up and down as we walked away from the car. "What you're wearing is fine. Things don't get too exciting until after eleven. I don't know about you, but my course load doesn't allow for much weeknight partying."

I was wearing my usual – jeans, stilettos, and a cute little shirt. I'd definitely have to do some shopping because most of the girls at school dressed much more casually than I had in the last two days. I didn't like the idea of dressing down just to fit in, but I'd rather not make a spectacle of myself. Kimber was dressed similarly but she was wearing flats. Not a bad choice since she was probably planning on walking from our class all the way back to our dorm building.

"What time do you want to go?" I asked.

She looked at her watch. "I only need ten minutes or so and I'll be ready."

"Okay. I'll meet you at the elevators in ten minutes then."

We continued to chat casually while we made our way to our rooms. She told me about the bar we were going to. You had to be twenty-one to get in, all the hot juniors and seniors hung out there, and it was the place-to-be on weekends. She thought about my age as an afterthought, but I already had that part figured out. One of my IDs said I was twenty-one.

For someone who claimed to avoid weeknight partying, Kimber sure did have a lot to drink. I matched her drink for drink and even I had a buzz. I stopped drinking and ate some chips and dip in hopes of sobering up before driving. Day two was a little early to start breaking Dad's rules.

After about an hour of Kimber and I getting to know each other and dancing for a while, we decided it was about time to go. Both of us had some reading to do. Dad would be proud, I didn't drive drunk.

She and I ran into each other again the next morning on our way to class. That damn smell was stronger than ever and all over her. Then… I saw him. Impossibly tall, broad shoulders, well muscled body, and long black hair. He walked past us and didn't look back. It was like my body was pulling me to him. Like gravity. Like a magnet. Something in me longed for him in a way I couldn't comprehend.

"See ya, Jake!" Kimber called to the mystery man.

"Later, Kim," he mumbled.

I grabbed her arm and we stopped on the steps outside as Mr. Hot and Sexy made his way through the parking lot looking less than peppy. "Who the fuck is that?" I asked in a hushed whisper.

"That's Jacob. Hot, huh? He's the one I told you about… the one that's unbelievable in the sack. You can borrow him if you want."

My head spun. Things just got really fucking complicated. And to add insult to injury, I still didn't have a face to go with my fantasies.

A/N: I didn't go to UGA... Anything mentioned specifically (locations, building names, etc) are fictional.