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Chapter 3: First Day Of High School

(Jacob's p.o.v.)

I pulled up in front of the Cullen mansion to pick up Nessie for our first, scratch that her first, day of high school.

I had already done this. I had never been the best student, usually a B or C average. Now, though, seeing as I was a mechanic, I would be taking AP science classes. I was taking AP everything except math, but I got work release then and only went to half of math. I reminded myself that I was doing this for Nessie.

I pulled my book bag out from the backseat and got out my Blackberry texting Nessie: Hey, hurry up my little Loch Ness Monster! JK. But, seriously hurry up. We're gonna be late.

About two seconds later Renesmee came barreling out of the front door in a pink and gray plaid skirt and a light pink polo shirt that, in my opinion, hugged her in all the right places.

God, she looked hot. What had I ever done so wonderful to deserve this? Suddenly Edward was outside, "You know I was wondering the same thing Jacob, the later at least. No parking, if you're gonna make out do it during school hours so I don't have to know about it. Be back home on time, remember I can read minds."

I nodded as Renesmee hopped in my front seat and kissed me on the cheek. Suddenly Edward turned around, "Oh, and Jacob?"

I looked at him as I started the car, "Bella says to never call Renesmee your Loch Ness Monster ever again."

I nodded and drove off. I put my arm around Nessie and she giggled and kissed my jaw. "Nessie, one second. I'm driving."

"Fine," she said with another giggle as she leaned up against me and her phone vibrated in her other pocket.

She pulled out her cell phone and read the text out loud, "Your dad says to quit kissing while you're driving or you'll crash the car, love Mom."

I laughed as I turned on the street that I knew was out of Edward's radius of mind reading.

I kissed her on the lips. And I still didn't crash the car. "Jacob as good as this kiss is, we're gonna be late to school."

I separated my lips from hers and drove the twenty minutes into Forks. Pretty soon we approached the Forks High School sign with the golden Spartan under the faded blue letters and peeling paint.

"I'm starting to think this place might actually be as drab as Bella said it was," I said as I pulled into the parking lot.

"Office is that way, I think," said Nessie, not responding to my judgment of the school. Ah, always trying to be the optimist…

We made our way through a clutter of brick buildings until we found the one with a silver plaque on it that said "Office."

"Ah, back at high school," I said with a shake of my head. I so didn't want to be here, I couldn't tell you enough how much I hated it. But, I was here for Nessie, and I guess that made it better.

"I hope they don't remember me, the principal that was here when Bella was is different so they probably won't…" I trailed off as I opened the door for Renesmee.

"Why were you ever here?" she asked curiously as she held out her hand for me. I grabbed her hand she twined her finger's through mine. I could tell from the tension in her hand that she was a little uncomfortable at the mention of the wannabe relationship I had with her mother before she was born, but she did look curious…

"Well, um, once when dad wanted me to tell her and I quote 'we're watching you,'" I paused to see her reaction and she busted out laughing but motioned for me to continue, "And once when I came to bust Bella out of this God-forsaken place so she wouldn't have to spend the night with Alice, and another time when I came and got into an almost fist fight with your father, which bets were placed on. And I think the latter two are the reason for the black medal fence.

Renesmee looked at me and shook her head, "There is absolutely no hope for you is there?"

I shook my head no, trying to compose myself as I held open the office door for her. She slipped in under my arm and walked up to the front desk.

A woman in black and white jogging pants and a pink t-shirt looked up from where she was typing on an old dinosaur of a computer.

"Yes, how may I help you?" she asked slowly with a yawn.

Renesmee grabbed my hand and smiled at the woman, "Yes, um we're here to register for school. New students, Renesmee Cullen and Jacob Black."

"Oh yes, yes. Charlie Swan told me about you two," said the woman handing her a paper, "I need a proof a residence or something of the sort and a photo copy of your ID or driver's license. And I need you to sign these papers and you'll be done."

She handed me an identical stack of papers and laid two pens down on the counter. Renesmee pulled out the papers we needed and the woman put them in a file.

As we filled out the papers the woman looked at us, "You two seem familiar. I thought you were new here?"

I kept my eyes on the paper, damn they had found us out. But Renesmee had this lie down.

She didn't even look up from signing her papers and said nonchalantly, "Oh, um yes, do you by chance know an Edward Cullen?"

I tried not to smirk. Do you by chance know Edward Cullen? Who in Forks didn't remember the fantabulous Edward Cullen?

"Oh why yes," said the woman with a dreamy look, "What is he up to these days?"

"Oh, um he's in Italy, and he's my uncle," she said as she handed over the stack of papers.

"Who's kid are you then? Not Rosalie and Emmet, and well defiantly not Alice and Jasper, but then if you meant it that way you obviously wouldn't look so much like him," she babbled as she pulled open a file cabinet and stuck the papers she had signed in a folder inside.

"No, biologically I'm his niece. His older brother, my father, died in a car accident when I was one, along with my mother. Edward and Bella were the only family I had left, and Edward didn't even know he had a brother before the accident," said Renesmee flawlessly.

"Oh, dear I'm so sorry," said the woman, putting a hand on Nessie's shoulder.

"Oh, no, it's alright. I hardly even remember my parents," said Nessie with a frown.

"Well, dear, if Edward is in Italy then what are you doing here?" she asked. Nessie had an excuse for that one too.

"Well, actually, I didn't think I wanted such a change of scenery when I was at the age of only fifteen so I stayed in Washington, with a friend of mine. My step uncle actually, do you know Seth Clearwater?"

"Of course," said the woman, "He registered this morning and brought that little blonde. And if I'm not mistaken they went to summer school here, both of them, last August."

Renesmee nodded and I handed the woman my papers. She handed us our schedules and we were on our way.

"Who do you have for homeroom?" I asked her as I leaned over her schedule to read it before she could say anything.

"Mrs. Minniard?" I looked at my schedule, "Ah, yes! A Physics teacher for homeroom? Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Shhh!" whispered Renesmee, "Calm yourself Mr. Mechanic. May I remind you we don't actually have Physics? She teaches Freshmen. We're AP."

I kissed her on the cheek, "I'm so glad Edward decided you looked too old to be a Freshman! Thank God he made you a Senior!"

"I think I look a little too young to be a Senior," she said with a blush.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the forehead, "Well, the story is that you skipped two grades because of your awesome smartness… But trust me Ness, you look waaay developed enough to be seventeen. I'm a guy, I know what I'm talking about."

She blushed even deeper and I laughed. I found the classroom we were supposed to be in after we had gone through the back door in the office building.

We walked in to find a room of curious faces, minus those of Seth and Ashley. We hurried to the back of the classroom and sat down at the table beside them.

"Ahh," said the woman who I was guessing was Mrs. Minniard coming to the front of the room, "You must be the new students Mr. Clearwater was talking about."

"Yes," said Nessie, "I'm Renesmee Cullen and this is Jacob Black."

Mrs. Minniard nodded. She was an average height person in maybe her mid forties. She had dirty blonde hair that hung down just below her shoulders that was slightly graying.

"So," said Mrs. Minniard, "Jacob, Renesmee. Welcome to Forks High. Um, I take it you guys know what you're doing."

"Yes ma'am," said Renesmee politely. I looked around the room. We were like freaks here. Everyone was staring.

I had a horrible flashback of the day that I had gotten back from phasing. I was three times the size I had been after being gone for only a month. As I looked at the curious faces I realized that this was worse, much worse. We were the new kids; in November.

(Embry's p.o.v.)

I dreaded waking up. I cherished sleep. The reason? I hated waking up to my wife; Leah Clearwater.

Now, I know that sounds horrible. I loved her, but she was imprinted. The last week had been hell. I wondered what I had done to God to deserve this one. Leah was the love of my life, but the universe said otherwise. And it's kind of difficult to have faith in a relationship that the whole goddamn universe is against.

"Embry?" whispered Leah. I still had my eyes closed and I wished I could go back to sleep. I wanted her to think I was asleep.

"Embry Call get your fucking ass up because I know you're awake," said Leah. I heard the ancient mattress-I had yet to buy a new one- creak as she sat up.

I gave in and sighed, sitting up rubbing a hand over my face. I then ran my fingers through my hair to untangle it. Finally I looked at her.

She looked so alone. Leah was the badass-est woman I had ever met and I loved her for it, but now…now she looked utterly lost.

Is it so wrong that I wanted her to go to Nick, that I told her to? That I wanted her to be happy, even if it was with that as whole "soul mate" of hers? That it killed a piece of me every time I told her to go to him and she said no? A man only had so many pieces of himself that you could kill before he was completely dead. I was halfway there.

"What babe?" I asked her tiredly as I got up from the bed. My pants were in a crumpled heap on the floor.

When I looked back Leah was twisting the blanket awkwardly in her hands and she had a look on her face; a look that I knew meant she wanted…him. I still couldn't bring myself to say my pack brother's name. It hurt to much.

"I'll drive you over there in a minute," I told her, trying to hold back tears. It took a lot to make me cry, but this did it all right.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. I could see the tears running down her cheek in the early morning light that was streaming across the room through the white lace curtains.

"Don't be," I grunted as I pulled a shirt over my head, "It's not your fault. It's the goddamn fucking universe's."

Leah got up and walked across the room, "The baby's kicking Embry."

I felt the corner of my mouth turn up. My "daughter" was the only thing that could cheer me up these days. It reminded me of the earlier days of mine and Leah's relationship.

I placed my hand on her stomach and felt the tiny butterfly like movement of "Joyce Leah."

Suddenly, the door bell rang. I sighed a took my hand off of her stomach. I quickly kissed Leah's forehead and then went down the hall.

The house wasn't very big: a kitchen and tiny living room that had hardly enough room for a couch, chair and TV. Then there was the den, a hall bathroom, and three tiny bedrooms; mine and Leah's with a tiny bathroom. It was all my mother had been able to afford when she came to La Push pregnant with me and it was much smaller than Leah's childhood residence, but it was home.

I hurried down the short hallway and then through the living room and kitchen to the side door, which is the one everyone used instead of the front door.

Standing in front of me, well below me because there are a set of cement stairs, was Nick.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked him in a growl, instantly half-regretting it. He was imprinted on Leah, but-thankfully-Leah wasn't imprinted on him just with him, and what hurt him hurt her and that hurt me because I loved her.

He cringed and I sighed wearily, leaning up against the doorjamb. He was just a kid and I was being an ass, well more than an ass about this. But wasn't it kind of right for me to be an ass? And the for a second, just one split second, I thought about this from his point of view.

This couldn't be easy for him. He was imprinted on a woman who was, or had previously been, happily married and who was pregnant. She didn't truly love him and he didn't truly love her but they were forced together by some fucked up super natural force, this is beyond life not being fair.

"Dude, I'm sorry," I muttered, "I just…never mind, come in."

With that I shoved past him and bound out to the woods-yes in my boxers-to phase. God, sometimes life was a bitch.

(Leah's p.o.v.)

I could feel that Nick was here before I could see him.

On one hand I didn't want to see him, at least my heart didn't want to see him because it couldn't stand being shattered beyond repair another time, because you know you can only fix so many things with Elmer's glue.

On the other hand I knew I needed to see him. My body craved seeing him and I might as well have been bashing in a section of my heart with a crowbar each time I did because that's just about what it felt like.

Either way I was going to hurt someone. Nick, my imprint, my flawless, perfect other half picked out for me by the goddamn universe. Embry, adorable, loving, devoted, husband and father of my child who had healed my broken heart and showed me how to love again. Me, Leah Clearwater, powerful, strong woman I am standing on the brink of destruction with one foot on a banana peal. The baby, unborn inside of me, dependent on me, on every single decision that I made.

Those people would be the ones affected by my decisions. Especially the latter of the four. I mean if I made one mistake, took one wrong turn, went down the red brick road instead of the yellow because Lord knows I'm no Dorothy, the baby, my little Seth Harold Clearwater, would be affected by it. I knew how it was to not have your father, I had lost mine six years ago and was practically responsible for it. I didn't want my son or daughter to go through that. And then there was the whole thing with Nick, he was so young, a lot younger than me. He was probably around eighteen now. When the baby got older they would be able to put two plus two together, they would figure out the age difference. Hello, Jerry-Springer-dysfunctional-family-ness much? Come on.

As I looked at Nick I knew what I had to do and I hoped the Third Wife would be proud of me; I had to break the imprint.

And as far as I knew there was only one way to do it. The Elders told us was impossible, but then again they had also conveniently forgotten to tell us we would burst into giant wolves too.

Think about it, what was the one thing that could kill a wolf, our one kryptonite that would damage us beyond repair: a vampire bite. And what does a vampire bite have in it?

Come on you can do it, yes:

Vampire venom.

And then there was only one person likely to know just how to do it; Old Quil, the oldest member of my tribe.

I just had to figure out the missing pieces in between, the missing pieces to the puzzle and everything would click.

It was just a matter of time.

(Renesmee's p.o.v.)

"Jacob Black!" I hissed as we stood in the busy hallway of Forks High, me with my back against the wall and him in front of me begging, "I am not skipping school with you on my first day of school!"

"Please?" he begged me, sticking out his lower lip to make a pout that would put kids everywhere to shame.

I tried to go under his arm but he caught me, I wasn't fast enough and as my imprint the could perfectly match everyone of my moves with a corresponding one of mine.

You see, I was supposed to be getting to P.E. Coach Myers would be expecting me, but she wouldn't be seeing me if I was pined in the hallway by a very stubborn werewolf.

Cory, a boy that I had met in homeroom, waved to me. He looked a little confused at mine and Jake's position, but didn't stop to ask.

I waved back and Jake turned to see who I was waving to. I saw him bite back a growl, and I knew we'd have to talk about this later, and then he turned back to me.

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"With sugar on top?" he tried.

"Nu-uh."

"Not even with a cherry and chocolate syrup?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" I said, putting a finger to my mouth and pretending to think about it, "…No."

"Please Nessie?" he begged, actually clasping his hands together and shaking them in front of me, "It's just one day! Please? Please? Pllllllease?"

"But it's not "just one day" Jake," I protested, slipping away just before he could catch me, and walking the couple of feet to my locker, "It's the first day."

"Doesn't mean you can't skip," he mumbled, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the lockers beside me. And then he pouted again. I didn't think I could handle much more of this.

I dumped my spiral notebooks and my Civics book in my locker and then closed it. Jacob turned to me and I could see a light bulb had went off in his head.

"What would Edward Cullen do?" he whispered.

I smiled, already knowing the answer. My father, as well as my whole family, had always said it was healthy to cut class every once and a while. Edward Cullen wouldn't even think twice before tearing out of here in his Volvo so fast he left a trail of fire behind.

I guess Jake could tell I still was leaning to the "no" side because he grabbed my face with both of his hands and kissed me.

I pulled back and sighed, "Alright, alright."

He smiled and drug me along behind him.

"But if anyone asks I was kidnapped."

Seth and Ashley were sitting on the hood of the Dodge in a dark corner of the parking lot. I guess they had been waiting for us since we were parked beside them, but got distracted because by the time we got there it looked more like they were eating each other's faces than kissing.

Jake cleared his throat and they jumped apart, Ash almost kicking Seth in the face. I smothered a giggle with my hand and they both got up.

"So Nessie is skipping?" asked Ash, looking just as pleased as punch.

Jake nodded. (I was the only one actually skipping, everyone else was getting out for work release.)

We got in our cars and drove the five minutes to Black&Clearwater Auto and I had a feeling this was going to be a good school year for us.