Alright, sorry, I haven't had access to a computer for a while. Anyway, enjoy!
Jacob's POV
I grumbled and wiped the dirt off as I picked myself off the floor. I glared at Emmett and gave Nessie a kiss on the forehead. "Well, anyway, see ya later." I said and started walking to my next class.
"Hey Nessie-" a figure called before I bumped into it. I shook my head and took a look at it.
He was a boy, about 16 or 17, with weird white and blue hair. His eyes were a mix of colours, but it was his smell that interested me. Yeah, I know it sounds creepy, but it was. In this school, most of the kids (not including the Cullen's) had a similar smell. But this kid caught me off guard.
He smelled like... like a forest. It could have just been some cologne; no, perfume, but He didn't seem to have any of the familiar smell I was used to in this school. A thought struck me; something that I never would have thought of about 8 or 9 years ago.
What if... what if it wasn't some fruity cologne? What if it was a natural smell? I would have said "impossible", but by now, I would know that nothing is... So what if he wasn't human? He wasn't a vampire or werewolf, but he sure as hell wasn't human. And if he wasn't human, what the hell did he want with Nessie!?
"You Newbie," the kid laughed, "You forgot this at Atlantis. The very first treasure: Math questions." He smiled a full smile of perfect teeth. Fantastic. He handed her a notebook.
"Thanks," Nessie giggled. She didn't even realize the pink blush creeping up her face.
'He's not human... he can't be... Edward, do you think...'
"I'm not sure," He replied aloud, "It doesn't seem like it."
Nessie looked between us and then went back to doing the usual nothing. Okay, so maybe she looked down, remembered the notebook and started blushing again.
I got my stuff from the locker and headed for my next class: Art. Sure, I wasn't the best, but I got better marks in this class than most of my other ones. My dad taught me a few Quileute techniques, so I used those to my advantage.
"Wow, you're not late!" Ms. Thomson greeted me. She was my science teacher as well, and she had threatened me with detention if I got here late. Ooh, scary. Considering what I'd been through, you'd think I wouldn't care, but I really hated being away from Nessie.
"Well, take a seat." She said as a bunch of other kids started walking through the doors. Then I saw her- Nessie had the same class as me!
She smiled and made her way to the seat next to me. The table was a three seater, so I briefly wondered who would sit on the other side of her during class. The class had mile-high stocks of canvases, pastels, paints and whatever else, plus a bunch of drawings already on the board (of mythical creatures, ironically).
"Hello, class. My na-" Ms. Thomson was cut off by a familiar "Sorry, I'm late."
Shit. Not this guy again! The class was pretty full, so Pretty Boy took the seat next to Renesmee, smiling – no, grinning. She looked between us and noticed the glares we were passing back and forth, and sighed.
"As I was saying, my name is Ms. Thomson. I'm going to be your art teacher, quite obviously. Now, I know how impatient you teenagers can get in terms of beginners skills, and I trust that you're ahead of drawing from circles and cylinders, so we're going to go straight to the fun stuff." She explained, "So you're first assignment isn't going to be too hard, but it will involve a lot of creativity on your part. As you can see on the board," She pointed at the board, which had highly detailed drawings of a mermaid, unicorn, and a minotaur, "you're assignment is obviously going to involve mythical creatures. For example- If you swim really well, you might draw a mermaid, or if you get mad easily you would draw a minotaur. Questions?"
Nessie and I gave each other a quick glance and snickered quietly. Jeez, I thought this class was Art, not Irony.
A bunch of kids put their hands up and Ms. Thomson sighed. "Yes, Justin?"
"So... does it have to apply to who we are or what we do currently? Could it be something that applied to us when we were little?" he asked. She nodded and moved on.
"Does it have to resemble one of our traits? Can it be something we believed in?" The kid beside Nessie asked. Fruit. (A/N: Inside joke, but if you do get it, sorry if it offends anyone)
"I guess, but guys, honestly, I don't want to see drawings of Santa, Allah, Jesus, (A/N: sorry if that offends anyone, again) because They obviously not mythical creatures." She replied, "Any other questions?"
Everyone looked around and shrugged. I guess not. She made her way to one of the counters with a stack of paper and drawing pencils and started handing them out. The class broke out into kids talking.
"Ha, this is so ridiculously easy it should be a crime," I chuckled under my breath and Nessie laughed along.
"So I assume I know what you're drawing," she said, and rolled her eyes (a habit she picked up from Edward).
"Like Father, like Daughter," I muttered with a grin on my face. She kicked me underneath the desk. Silence filled the classroom for a minute, but then went back to the talkative atmosphere.
"Aw, snap." A girl behind us sighed. She tapped on Renesmee's back, and Nessie jumped in her seat. I barked out a laugh, which apparently, was frowned upon.
"Y-yeah?" Nessie stuttered, for what I thought were two reasons: she was still recovering from the shock the girl just gave her, and she doesn't normally talk to people she doesn't know... except for Pretty Boy.
"Oh, sorry" the girl nervously laughed. I flickered my eyes from Nessie to the girl. She had light brown hair, straight, to about her shoulders. She had tan skin (not as dark as mine, but tan none the less), and Emerald green eyes. Beside her sat a boy who looked pretty much like her... only a boy... quite obviously.
"Sorry," she repeated, "but do you have a sharpener? Somebody broke my pencil." She said, looking at the boy with a death glare. He was probably her brother.
"Uh, yeah." Renesmee replied, handing her the one from inside her pencil case. Once the girl finished sharpening, she examined the tip, then jabbed it into the boy's side. He yelped in pain.
"Seems sharp enough." The girl laughed to herself. "Thanks a bunch! Sorry for not introducing myself. The name's Amanda." She grinned. "And this is my brother, Vince." She said, jabbing a finger into his side. He held up the peace sign for a second. She pointed at Renesmee for a second. "Nessie right?" she nodded.
Amanda than looked at me, squinting her eyes. "Jared? Or... was it Justin?"
I smirked, "Jacob." I corrected her. She nodded. Nessie and Amanda engaged in conversation, followed by that Vince guy, and the kid beside Nessie. I sighed.
As the guy beside her moved to face backward, the paper on his desk slipped off his desk. I picked it up, and couldn't help but laughing. Was this guy serious?
"A fairy?" I asked myself hysterically, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes. The conversation broke up and the turned to face me.
"It's not a fairy," He rushed out quickly, snatching the paper from my hand.
"Yeah, that's totally why you drew a guy with wings, though. Although I must say," I added with the same stupid accent as Emmett used in lunch today, "Great intricacy on the wings."
"It's a pixie, Mutt," He snapped back at me. I sat still in my seat, my mouth hanging open. Wait, did he just call me... did he know?
