When It Rains

Chapter 1

RPOV

It was raining when my plane landed in New York, the rain reminded me of Forks, but instead of green trees there were grey buildings. I quickly left the plane, slinging my handbag over my shoulder and grabbing my carry on. I waited patiently by baggage claim for my two huge bags. One was filled with my clothes and the other was filed with clothes that Alice packed for me. Even though we didn't talk anymore, she was still very picky about my outfits. I swear she replaced all my flat shoes with heels. I quickly texted Carlisle, Esme and Edward that I had arrived safely and then I put my phone in my bag, lifting my heavy suitcases off the carousel. Why did I bring so many clothes? I pulled my bags to the nearest coffee shop, sitting down at one of the tables so I could look at my schedule and housing assignment. I was going to do my MBA in Finance and Economics. This wasn't always my plan, in fact until he left me, I was going to go to Dartmouth and join their medical program, it was pretty easy to switch to economics. I realized then that this is what I wanted to do, not become a doctor and definitively not go to Dartmouth.

I pulled my papers from my bag, all my classes were in the International Affairs building on 118th Street and I had one class—mathematics—on the other side of the campus on Broadway street. Luckily all of my classes were on the Morningside Campus. I live in Hartley, an on-campus dorm a short walk away from International Affairs, in apartment 5A room 5A11. I was excited, Hartley was a lower and upperclassmen dorm, that way I could easily learn all about campus do's and don'ts. I decide to unpack first, then head to Columbia bookstore for all my books and then explore the campus a bit. I couldn't wait to get started.

I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder, accidentally knocking into the person coming from behind, spilling his coffee down the front of his shirt.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I said, grabbing a napkin from the table and cleaning his shirt. He laughed and I looked up into the most brilliant blue eyes I had ever seen. His eyes looked like the brilliant surface of a lake when the sun shone on it, I felt like I could swim down to the deepest depths of his eyes, look straight into his soul. I shook my head to clear it; I've only ever felt like that when I looked at one person. And he was long gone. "I'm sorry," I said softly.

"Don't worry about it, I hated this shirt anyway," he smiled and for the first time I really examined him. He was tall and muscular, a whole head taller than me, and I was pretty tall. He was handsome too, high cheekbones, sparkling blue eyes and blonde hair. When he smiled at me, one tiny dimple formed on his left cheek. He looked over my shoulder at my large bags sitting by the table. "That is a lot of clothes," he grinned.

I blushed. "Yeah, I have a clothes-crazy sister," I said, throwing the napkins away. He laughed—I was starting to like to sound of his laugh, it was so carefree and real—and zipped up his jacket to cover the stain. "Sorry about the shirt," I said.

"Don't worry about it, where are you heading?" he asked, walking over to my bags.

"Columbia," I said. He picked up both my bags like they weighed nothing and walked back to me, his hand extended.

"I'm Riley, by the way," he said as I shook his hand. He held on a bit longer than necessary, but I didn't mind. He flashed me another brilliant smile, his dimple showing. It was adorable, so adorable I almost forgot to speak.

"Oh I'm Renesmee," I smiled, hoping I didn't look like a retard. I probably did, but there was no stopping now.

"Nice too meet you Renesmee, let me get you a cab. Are you a freshman?" He asked as we walked to the exit. I nodded. "Cool, I'm a senior, what are you studying?" He asked as we walked through the giant revolving doors of the airport. It had stopped raining, but the wind was howling through the tall buildings. I gaped in awe at all the skyscrapers, some of them so tall it looked like they touched the sky. I lived in Seattle all my life before I moved to Forks. I went to Italy last year on a family trip—I shudder, not wanting to remember that—but I had never been in New York. It truly was a concrete jungle; people were everywhere as well as street vendors, dancers and yellow taxis. I have never seen that many taxis in my life.

"Finance and Economics," I said as he whistled and a taxi stopped in front of him. He put my things in the back and then opened the door for me.

"That is cool, so you are smart in math. Cool, guess I'll see you around Renesmee," he said closing the door behind me as I got in.

"See you around Riley," I waved at him and then told the cab driver I wanted to go to 1124 Amsterdam Avenue, where my dorm was located. The whole ride to my dorm I was glued to the window, admiring the city. I couldn't wait until it gets dark; I was so going to Times Square later! A few minutes later the cab stopped at Hartley Hall, it was an old, rustic ten story building with ivy crawling up the walls and large windows looking out over the campus. Inside in the main lounge it was warm and comfy with red carpets, plush leather chairs, bookcases, a front desk and a computer lab. In the far corner a few students were busy playing pool and ping-pong and there was a large set of double doors marked 'pool' on the other side of the room. Behind the main desk was a door marked 'computer lab'. I already loved this place. I picked up my room key from the main desk and then lugged my luggage up the stairs to the fourth floor. When I opened the door, I groaned, taking in the scene in front of me. Two boys were rolling around on the floor of the lounge, wrestling while two girls sat on the cream couches. One of them was flipping through a fashion magazine while the other was reading Cars Magazine. The resemblance was remarkable, and yet there was no resemblance at all.

The girl reading the fashion magazine had fiery red hair and pale skin with intense blue eyes. She was tall and slender, model thin, kinda like Rosalie. She was wearing a long blue dress and very high golden heels. So like Alice, and yet so completely different.

The girl reading the Cars Magazine was short with short blonde hair and green eyes. She was tiny, like Alice with delicate features. She was wearing jeans and a blue Columbia sweatshirt with black boots. So like Rosalie, yet completely the opposite. It was scary and at the same time it annoyed me. I was trying to get away from my family, not having to deal with very scary similar.

The boys on the floor were still rolling around. There was a tall, muscular blonde one that reminded me of Emmett and a skinny, but still muscular, and black haired with green eyes. I wondered if he and the Rosalie-similar were related.

The apartment was nice; it had cream coloured carpets and a kitchen with a nice fridge and wooden cabinets. The lounge had plush white sofas and red pillows with a small plasma screen TV against the wall and underneath it was a large stereo and a pile of CD's. All of them looked up as I entered the apartment; the boys looked up from their fight and sprang apart. The black haired one grabbed one of my bags and the blonde haired one pulled me into the room.

"Goody new meat," he grinned, sitting me down on the couch. The girls' put down their magazine's have and sat next to me.

"Back off Shawn, she is not a piece of meat," the red head said with a smile. Shawn grinned and took my other bag, following the black haired boy into one of the rooms. "Ignore him, I do. I'm Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cass," she said.

"I'm Renesmee," I said.

"Nice to meet you Renesmee, I'm Abigail, but call me Abs," the blonde haired one, Abs, said. I nodded as Shawn and the black haired boy came out of the room, pushing each other and laughing.

"I think you too should take your bromance next door," Abs said, rolling her eyes.

"Jealousy makes you nasty Abs," the black haired boy laughed and then he looked at me. "I'm Jace, by the way." Abigail stuck her tongue out at him and bounced up to him, kissing his cheek.

"I'm Renesmee," I smiled.

Shawn casually threw his arm over Jace's shoulders and ruffled his hair. "We will take our bromance outside Abs, don't miss my little bro too much," he laughed as the two of them walked out of the door. Abs just shook her head and walked back to the couch.

"Are they brothers?" I asked.

Abs nodded, sitting down. "Yep, Jace lives here but Shawn lives next door. Both of them are juniors. Cass and I are sophomores."

"Yep, Abs and I are studying Law along with Shawn, Jace is studying Marketing," Cass said.

"Cool, I'm studying Economics."

The rest of the day we spent getting to know each other better. Cass is an only child, her parents got divorced when she was seven and both of them remarried, now she has eight older brothers. She didn't have a problem with that; she had a problem with her parents' spouses. Her mother's new husband was mean and grumpy and she thought her father's wife was a slut. Abs' father died when she was little, her mother never remarried and she had two little sisters, both of them were just born when her father died. Luce lived in Chicago all her life and Abs moved around for a while until her mom finally settled in New York. I told them all about my family, I left out the parts that involved…him and that I was adopted. I almost told them about everything, they were so easy to talk to and so friendly and open. They were like the older sisters I never had, well I have one older sister, but Rose doesn't really count since she isn't here. This reminds me, I should really call my family soon, and I excuse myself and go to check out my room. Abs and Cass move to the kitchen to try and find something to eat as I walk into my room. It was a nice room, big, a double with two beds against the walls and a large window overlooking the campus between them. There were two closets next to the beds and a desk on the far side of the room. My roommate was already there and I almost dropped the phone when I saw her.

"Hello Renesmee," Jane said, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

Shit.