Chapter 6- School

Renesmee's POV

The day drags on. If I thought school was unbearable before I was wrong. It can be so much worse. The teacher's voice reaches me but nothing is processing. Good thing I have half of a vampire brain so I can remember what they say later when it matters.

"Renesmee, did you hear me? Skylar asked Nick to ask Dana to ask Nicole to ask me to ask you if you wanted to have lunch together! Say yes, girl! You have to say yes!" Gwen brings me from my thoughts.

"Why do I have to have lunch with him?" I ask Gwen, who is almost foaming at the mouth with excitement.

"Well…I already told him yes. So you have to or you will seem like a tease! Or I'll seem like a liar. Please, don't make me look like a liar! I'm already a loser, don't make it worse!" Gwen gushes at me. Her happiness is disconcerting. I think she lives through me, just a bit.

"You aren't a loser, a liar, yes, but definitely not a loser. I'll have lunch with him, okay? But, there is no guarantee we will…get together…" I give in to Gwen's demands because she is tearing up a little. A human crying is sad. Too much emotion is shown.

"Great! You have to eat lunch. I mean, really, Renesmee, you have to eat or he will think you are some stuck up snooty Cullen. It's bad enough you are a Cullen," Gwen says rapidly. I raise my eyebrows at this last remark. "I mean, there is nothing wrong with being a Cullen. They just have a reputation. The last adopted kids that went here didn't separate from their clique until the end of their senior year. They acted like they were too good for anyone here. So you have to eat or he will think you are just as stuck up as your other adopted siblings!"

My head hurts from her talking. She talks too much. Jacob doesn't talk this much. In any case, no one talks as much as she does. I just nod at everything she says for the rest of class. I'll do as she wants if she does this favor for me.

"Can you come over after school?" I ask sweetly. No one has ever come home with me. I want to see what happens. Gwen's eyes show fear at first then utter excitement. She wants to come out of curiosity.

"Sure! That would be awesome! I've never been near that house before, will your parents be home?"

"Of course, everyone will be home. My entire family lives there. They would love to meet you!" I gush like she did a few moments ago. The average teenage girl seems to do this a lot. I need to practice.

I sit at the lunch table alone. Skylar is yet to show. In front of me sits a vile piece of pizza. It looks revolting. How can they eat this? Not only is it school food, which I have heard is always gross, but it looks like rubber. I doubt a gourmet Italian slice of pizza would be any better. Blood is what I need.

The thought shoots a fiery pain through my throat. Ouch. I clench the side of my neck and massage it. Think about pizza. Soft and greasy pizza sliding down my esophagus into my stomach to sit until digestion. Great, now I'm just nauseous. I place my head in my hands and take deep breaths.

"Is this seat taken, m'dear?" A gruff male voice asks from above me. I look up showing him my brightest smile. I hope it says 'I'm normal and I have to love you for your good looks…I'm shallow'.

"Good afternoon, Skylar. So my friend wasn't mistaken. You did want to speak with me," I say lightly as he takes the seat closest to mine. He smells delicious…when was the last time I hunted? I bet his throat would be easier to bite. Soft and lined with weak human muscles…yum…

"Yeah, I'm surprised you said 'yes' so quickly. You seem like you would have your lunch schedule booked for months," Skylar says sadly unaware of my malicious thoughts. I lick my lips in response to my thoughts. He takes it as an invitation to get closer.

"Oh, excuse me, sorry, I need some elbow room…do you mind?" I mention politely. Skylar's face flashes anger. I raise my eyebrows in challenge. He shuffles his chair a few inches away. "What did you need to talk to me about?"

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to have lunch with me tomorrow," Skylar gives me a crooked smile.

"Like we are now?" Now I'm confused. Skylar nods encouragingly. I smile. "Sure. Why not? It could be fun."

Skylar starts to dig into his sandwich. He licks his fingers when he finished. I look down at my untouched pizza. Do I care what Skylar thinks? No, but I don't need to stand out. I pick up the pizza and take a small bite at it. It's disgusting! How can they eat this! I put the pizza gently down despite my urge to chuck it across the cafeteria. Yuck. I place my napkin over it and look up at Skylar.

"Gross? Yea, the school food is pretty gnarly. You should bring something from home. It would be healthier for you too," I feel Skylar's eyes scan over my body in a hungry fashion. It doesn't make me uncomfortable nor does it make me comfortable. I'm used to the gawking and wanting eyes of boys. I smile softly and start twisting a piece of my long copper hair.

"Thanks for your opinion, Skylar; I'll remember that next time." Skylar's eyes light up with pleasure. I'm tired of smelling him. I grab my plate and walk away to throw it out. I don't return to the table.

Once I get outside the cafeteria I am safe. No more inviting throats waiting for me to rip out. I am a freak. Jacob cannot change that. I was a fool to believe it. I need to hunt.

But Gwen…I invited her over…I need to hunt fast. I look around to make sure no one is watching and I go to the forest. When I am sure no one is watching I run towards the homestead.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! Are you there?" I call before I am near the cottage. Before too long I see her running towards me. Not as quickly as she can but still fast enough.

"Are you alright? Is everything okay?" Mom asks impatiently.

"I haven't hunted in a long time. I almost killed the boy next to me at lunch. I need to hunt!" Mom surveys me and nods once.

"Your eyes are dark, Renesmee. Never have I seen them this dark. You neglected your duty. Yes, you should hunt. Do you want me to come?" Mom asks the last question quietly. I nod and we run to hunt.

After we hunted in the forest Mom sits down on the ground staring up at the canopy. She sighs sadly. "It is so strange for me, Renesmee. Knowing you are my daughter but also knowing that you will soon look older than I am. I want you to call me Bella," Mom says to me.

"Alright, but how will this help?" I don't want to call her 'Bella'.

"I called my parents by their first name. It isn't as strange as it seems. It will just be easier when I come back to high school. You won't slip up. My name is Bella. You will be my sister to the world. You won't want to call your sister 'mom' will you?"

"Bella…Bella…Bella…" I test the word on my tongue. It feels unnatural. But so did eating pizza. At least this won't make me nauseous. Bella smiles at me and stands up.

"Thank you, Renesmee!" Bella says and hugs me swiftly. She seems happier instantly. "You can still call Edward your father for now…he doesn't seem to mind it yet. But I am Bella…Cullen," Bella grabs my head and runs through the trees until we are in front of the cottage. Daddy stands outside as if waiting for our arrival. I smile gratefully that I can call him my father.

"Renesmee, a girl just called here. She wanted directions. Why did she want directions?" interrogates Daddy. Who would want directions? Oh! Gwen!

"Did you give them to her, Daddy?" Dad nods curtly and frowns.

"You must remember that I am your brother now, a story is important to us. Don't let it slip," Edward says. I smile when inside I am crying. Bella…Edward…no more mom or dad…

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