Jacob's POV

The bell rang, interrupting my sentence, and she ran off. Edward passed me and smirked. I glared back and decided to head off to my next class, considering there wasn't much to do.

It had been raining like crazy that morning, and the thunder didn't make it any better. I was tired, considering I didn't get too much sleep last night. The thunder was just too loud; it had woken me up early.

"Hey," I greeted Vince when I noticed him walking into class. It almost seemed like the weather reflected on his expression. He looked depressed and completely devastated. "What's wrong?" I asked. He sat down, but didn't reply. I changed the subject. "Where's you're sister?"

He took a deep breath. "I… I don't know." He said. "No one knows."

My eyes widened in horror. "What… do you mean!?" I demanded. I wasn't that close of friends with them, being as I just met them yesterday, but the loss felt the same as if I'd known them for years.

"She went… m-missing last night…" he struggled for the words, and began sobbing, but managed to keep the tears inside. "And… and the last th-thing I said to her was…"

"Its okay man, let it out." I encouraged. I couldn't believe my own ears. She couldn't be missing.

"That I…. I never wanted to-to see her f-face again!"

"It's okay," I whispered, even though I clearly knew otherwise, "she'll probably come home. Just wait. It'll all be alright."

"I doubt it," he sighed, calming down a little. "She was last seen with one of Zeff's friends, I think. And he's not here today, either!" he said.

"You don't think-"

"Calm yourselves, class!" Mr. DeLauro called out. Vince shook himself out immediately. "Get your History texts out."

As expected, I couldn't concentrate at all in that class. This mystery seemed so out of place. Whowhatwhenwherewhyhow!? It just didn't make any sense! I could have thought about this over and over and over again, but I still wouldn't have come up with an answer for any of this. I sighed when the bell rang.

"Hey," Nessie greeted as I was walking to my locker. "Have you seen Amanda? She wasn't in Literature this morning.

"No. Haven't seen her." I sighed again.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"No one's seen her," I started. Nessie looked wide-eyed at me like I'd gone crazy, "Vince said she went missing yesterday."

"What!?" she screeched, and then covered her mouth. She shook her head. "That's impossible."

"That's what I thought, too." I said. "Apparently, she was last seen with one of Zeff's friends or something. And he isn't here today, either."

"But… but…" she wanted to come up with an explanation for it, but she couldn't.

"I told Vince that she'd probably come home. Maybe she just needed some time alone." I tried to reason, although it was clear that wasn't the case.

"But that still doesn't explain-"

"Let's try not to worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing. Let's wait before we set off any alarms." I said. She nodded.

"You seem tired this morning," I pointed it, desperate to change the subject. She looked down.

"Y-yeah. Just a little bit." She admitted. "I was just thinking about what you said yesterday. About Zeff. You might be right." She gabbed my hand and showed me images of yesterday, of Zeff. But just his back.

"Those are… for lack of better words," I started, finding it difficult to find the right description, "exactly symmetrical."

"I know," Nessie said, and sighed a sigh of frustration, "Too symmetrical to be done in a tattoo parlor."

I grunted. "Things just get more difficult everyday." I said, "Well, anyway, what's your next class?"

"Drama." She sighed, "As if there wasn't enough already." I chuckled at the irony.

"Well, I'm off to math." I said, then fake sniffled, "Just math. Easy-for-you-to-do math." She attempted punching my shoulder, which didn't end well- for her.

"S-sorry!" I began laughing. It was almost like the time Bella attempted to hit me and broke her hand, only Nessie's hand didn't break. Brought back some memories. "Well, see you later." She agreed and I started walking toward my class.

"Hey," and then I heard his voice. I turned around. He was the only one who noticed. He glared at me, and then smirked. "What's your next class?" he asked Nessie. I stood in my tracks.

At this point I couldn't tell if she looked like a schoolgirl in front of Zac Efron, or if she looked like she was visiting a serial killer who had the key to his jail cell.

"Drama." She said. I had a feeling she wanted to say as little as possible in case her voice might crack.

He chuckled and flipped his hair like some movie star (A/N: *). "I suffer the same fate. I think we're doing improv today." They started walking. He gave me one last look, and then flung his arm around Renesmee's shoulder. She looked almost genuinely scared now, but her face turned red nevertheless. "By the way," he said, ignoring her expression, "You look really beautiful today."

My mouth hung open. I would have commented on how that's exactly what I was trying to say to her in the morning, but anyone would have said that. What was really pissing me off was his arm. I wanted to rip it off and give it to a dog as a chew toy. Ironic. On top of that, he grinned at me almost as if he knew about everything- the way things were. As if he knew about the Imprint. Which was impossible, because the only one of the Cullen's who talked to him was Renesmee, and she didn't know yet. Yet.

'Note to self,' I thought, 'Add "Tell Nessie about Imprint" on 'To Do' list.'

"Jacob." I heard from behind me. Edward.

I yelped. 'My name is Jacob Beige… I mean Black! I live on La Pull- I mean Push!' I thought, trying to retell my life story in my head so Edward would either get bored, or not be able to remember what I was thinking before.

"Jacob, relax." He said. And I did. When I calmed down, I realized it was Jasper, not Edward. I sighed in relief.

"Oh, sorry." I apologized. "I thought you were Edward."

"Speaking of Edward…" he said. "He just wants to let you know he almost fully supports your theory now." He walked away, and instead of feeling smug, like I normally would, I felt almost inferior. So Zeff wasn't human. He wasn't vampire.

What was he?

Gah. Sorry I had this up late. I actually had this finished three days ago, but Rogers shut down my internet for a few days, so I had to wait to post it. Dun hate me.

* When I put "He flipped his hair like a movie star." I was soooooooo tempted to write Robert Pattinson, but for obvious reasons, that's not possible. T^T