I would have updated sooner, but the power was out for two days and my laptop was flat, so here it is! Hope you like it!

F&H

Chapter 7

Memories

?POV

After Renesmee had untangled herself from Riley this morning she had dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a sweater, wrapping a thick wool scarf around her neck. It was almost time for the Christmas holidays and it was getting chillier every day. She was currently sitting in Starbucks, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of hot chocolate. She was waiting for Cass and Abs, who were going to join her after their morning run. The two of them were taking their fitness very seriously these past few days, heaven knows why.

The door suddenly opened, letting in a gust of wind that made Renesmee shiver. She looked up to see who had entered and almost dropped her mug. Alec Brigham in all his fucking glory was standing in the doorway, wearing his black coat with the collar turned up, his black skinny jeans along with those biker boots he was so fond of. He looked hot, very hot. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and his hair was sticking out in every direction, he looked like he just got fucked.

Renesmee snorted, Alec didn't get fucked, he was the one fucking. She had heard about his endeavors around campus, he had slept with half the female population on this campus in the six months they had last seen each other. It made her blood boil. How dare he? She knew him better than he thought, and she knew exactly why he was doing this. To get to her, screw their feelings and emotions, this was about payback. Payback for all the Cullens had done to him and his family.

Alec looked around, before his dark eyes settled on her. His lips pulled up into a sinister smirk that made Renesmee's skin crawl and he sauntered over, fully aware that every female in the shop was gaping at him.

"Well if it isn't little Nessa," he said, using Riley's nickname for her. She shivered; the way he said it was just so wrong. It fell from his lips in a teasing manner, almost as if he was insulting their relationship. He most likely was. "How nice to see you again."

"I wish I could say the same," she said coolly, her eyes not meeting hers. He leaned over, placing two fingers underneath her chin and forcing her to look at him. She met his mischievous gaze, her own eyes portraying her hatred for him. He grinned, leaning so close that their noses were almost touching, his molten eyes boring into hers.

"I'm coming for you little Nessie, and when I'm done with you…." He growled softly, slowly pressing his lips to her cheek, dragging them across it to the corner of her mouth. She was powerless in his grip, unable to move. Everything below her waistline clenched tightly as he nipped at her bottom lip. She could already feel herself becoming wet at his touch; there was no question about it. This man only had to look at her and she would be squirming. He laughed against her lip, and then he was gone as quickly as he came.

Renesmee sat dazed for a while, before she shook her head angrily. No, no, no, I will not let this happen, she thought. Two could play that game.

The door opened again, this time Abs and Cass walked in all wrapped up in their winter coats. Renesmee almost ran to them. They had become closer than sisters these past few months. After the elevator incident, Renesmee had told all her roommates, including Garrett and Shawn what had happened between her and Alec. Their reactions were crazy; Shawn, Jace and Garrett immediately stalked out of the apartment, ready to punch Alec to a pulp. Luckily Renesmee stopped them in time, telling them that things were over between her and Alec. Cass and Abs had similar reactions, but they were more intellectual in their approach. They snuck into Alec's dorm one night and shaved off all his hair and I do mean all of his hair. Of course, then she had to explain herself to Carlisle, Esme and Edward; who had all came to New York to make sure she was settled in nicely.

"He did what!?" Edward yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. Renesmee jumped, glaring at him from across the room. They were seated in the Four Season's dining room, where the Cullens were staying for the duration of their visit. It was a grand room, the floors marble with a high ceiling, which allowed giant floor-to-ceiling windows along with velvet curtains. Renesmee played with her peas, not wanting to meet Edward's gaze. Carlisle and Esme were glancing worriedly at the two of them. They were great parents, but the affairs of their second eldest daughter's love life have always been a mystery to them. They never understood what happened between Alec and Renesmee, not like Edward and the rest of her siblings have.

Renesmee had just finished telling Edward what had happened in the elevator and he was now furious. "Edward, calm down please, people are staring." She hissed at him across the table. Edward glowered at her and purposefully jabbed his steak with his fork.

"I don't care, Alec is a dead man," he said. Carlisle sighed, looking at his youngest son. He knew Edward was very protective of his sister, but he knew Renesmee was a big girl and that she could handle Alec. His brother's adopted son had caused his family great pain over the years, but he knew Alec was a good kid. He blamed it on his brothers' absence throughout the boys' childhood. Carlisle was no psychiatrist, but he knew the boy only wanted some attention from his father. It was one of the reasons Carlisle didn't associate with his brother very often, the man was ambitious, and he would never have adopted children if it weren't for his wife.

"Leave him be Edward, Renesmee says he will no longer be a problem, you would be wise to trust her," Carlisle said. Edward glared at his father, he had the greatest respect for that man, but he had to admit that his father didn't know what Alec was fully capable of.

"You will get on the first plane out of here and join us at Dartmouth," Edward said firmly. Renesmee was about to protest when Esme cut in.

"Please Edward, you are not her father," she said. Over the years, Esme watched the bond between them grow, almost as if they really were brother and sister. She knew Edward cared for Renesmee, but she should be free to make her own mistakes. "Enough, your sister is free to do as she pleases and if that is stay here, then by all means."

Edward was furious about what Esme said; he puffed up his cheeks and stalked up to his room. Later that night, she had a nice conversation with Jasper over the phone as she voiced her concerns.

"You should have seen his face, Jazz, I thought he was going to go blue," Renesmee said over the phone.

"He's worried about you, we all are," he said.

Renesmee pushed her hair out of her face. "I know, but you have nothing to worry about, I'm fine and I'm done with Alec. For good, I promise."

"Be careful, and don't make any promises Nessa. I know how these things work," Jasper explained. "You are in a cease-fire, both of you will continue to live life, but underneath it all there is still that little something that ties the two of you together. This war isn't over."

"I want it to be over Jazz, I want nothing to do with Alec anymore."

"Be that as it may sister, I don't think you have a choice."

"What do you mean by that?" Renesmee asked, irritated.

Jasper snorted. "I'm not blind, try as hard as you want, you can't cut him out completely, he tried and we all know what happened."

Was Jasper right? She had managed to avoid Alec for six months, and she was happy.

No, you are simply content. A voice whispered in the back of her mind. Was it true; was she really just content with her life now? No, she was happy with Riley, more than happy. He had saved her, it was a long and painful process, but he did it.

"Eat Renesmee, please?" Riley pushed a plate of Abs' famous spaghetti and mince toward her. Renesmee hadn't eaten in two days. It was two days after she told Alec she was done with him. For good. She was a mess; she wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, and wouldn't function. When she slept, she was tormented with nightmares, horrible, terrifying nightmares that left her screaming and gasping for air. Riley was there though, he would rush in and simply hold Renesmee until the tremors stopped. Last night though, things had taken a surprising turn, he kissed her. It was a soft kiss, caressing and filled with love and hope. His lips ignited her spark again; she was ready to live again, only she was unsure how.

"Fine," she sighed, pulling the plate towards her. As soon as the food crossed her lips, she became ravish, shoveling it down like she hadn't eaten in months. "I want to live again," she announced after dinner. Cass raised a finely plucked eyebrow and looked at Abs. Riley stretched out across the couch, a lazy grin capturing his features. Cass and Abs helped a lot too, but they didn't do what Riley did. He pushed a pen and paper toward Renesmee.

"Make a list, of all the things you've dreamed of doing, make a list and we'll do it." So Renesmee made her list. It took her a month to fully complete it, and every day she added something new. First on her lit was to be kissed in the rain. Riley smiled slyly at her as he read that and immediately pulled her outside. He had Shawn lean out of the second floor window and throw water on them repeatedly. Then he pulled her close and kissed her. It was more of a soft peck on the lips, but it meant a lot to her. Number 1 crossed off her list. Next was visiting the Empire State Building. The next day after class, Cass and Abs took her, they also took her to Times Square and after they went dancing at one of the high-end Upper East Side clubs where they met Riley, Shawn and Jace. That night Renesmee discovered what a good dancer Riley was, they were completely lost on the dance floor, oblivious to anything and anyone else. She remembered the way his body moved with hers, the way his hands glided over her thighs, her stomach, up her arms. She remembered the way they rubbed on to each other, lost in a sexy dance. Afterward he kissed her again, but it was quick and he had only done it because he was lost in their dance.

And so they worked on her list, it ranged from getting drunk and ending up in jail to sneaking into an Archeology class and asking the professor about Science. One night they slept under the stars in Central Park, they threw the biggest party the school has ever seen. It was a toga party, no clothes and underwear, only sheets. They snuck into the cafeteria one night and painted the whole place pink, they smoked weed in the Economics classroom. One weekend Riley took them all to Paris, France for shopping and simply because Renesmee wanted to see the Louvre. That night Riley kissed her on top of the Eiffel Tower, this kiss wasn't like the others, and it was fierce and lustful. That night they almost got arrested for being drunk on the Eiffel Tower, thank goodness Cass wasn't drunk; otherwise they might still be in prison. Another thing she could cross of her list. But there was one thing she still had on her list, one thing she still wanted to do. Fall in love.

"So Alec threatened you?" Cass asked, blowing on her steaming cup of coffee. Abs was sitting next to her, her phone pressed to her ear as she tried to reach the guys. Renesmee nodded, hugging her knees to her chest. "What were his exact words?"

Renesmee repeated his words, one by one spitting them out of her mouth as if they tasted like rotten fish.

"This is not good, what do we do?" Cass asked, looking at Abs and then at Renesmee.

"Simple," Abs said, snapping her phone shut. "We initiate Operation Endgame.