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A/N: HEY! I've decided that at the end of every week I'm going to post another chapter, I just couldn't wait until tomorrow to post this one! This benifits both me and you because this way I don't have to worry about publishing too late or too soon and it benifits you because now it gives you something to look forward to during your pitiful lives... too much?

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Thanks to rencygirl13 and the rest of my review crew, including the ever-faithful alexnash95 and her delicious forgiveness muffins, this one's for you guys!

Here we find out what the hell happened to Jacob...

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Jacob

Where the hell am I?

Bright white lights flashed over my face in long rows. I could here a pager beeping in a slow, steady rhythm. I lifted my head off of the Clorox-scented pillow and I heard rushed footsteps somewhere outside of this room. I opened my eyes all the way and finally realized where I was.

Lights.

Bed.

Heart monitor.

I was in the hospital.

How did I get here? I remember getting hit by the car; I remember falling so far down the bluff that my bike rolled on top of me. I don't remember how I got here, or what day it was. I just remembered that I had to have gotten here one way or another and that means someone must've picked me up from the side of the road.

"Jacob?" The familiar voice of my dad sounded broken and sad.

"Dad?" I whispered hoarsely. My dad scurried from the plastic waiting chair in the corner of the room. He put his hand on top of mine and sighed.

"I thought I'd lost you." Billy whispered softly. I felt like rolling my eyes.

I looked down and realized that my torso was wrapped in white gauze and my arm was connected to an IV. I thought when you went to the hospital you were supposed to wear a paper gown. I was topless, with nothing but clean boxers and a thin hospital sheet over me. It was freezing in here.

"What happened?" I groaned.

"You got hit by a car. You fell off your motorcycle and into a ditch where your motorcycle caught back up with you." Billy took a deep breath before continuing. "That nice little Cullen girl was driving down La Push Street and found your body." Billy shook his head and everything came back to me.

She stayed with me.

She called the ambulance.

She saved my life.

"Renesmee." I whispered.

"Yeah, that was her name. Ray-nez-uh-me." Billy massacred her name and I sighed softly.

"Where is she now?" I asked. I was still in initial shock that she had stayed with me, actually cared for me.

"I don't know. It's one in the morning, she's probably home… asleep." Billy chuckled.

"One?" I spoke in long, breathy tones.

"Yes sir. You've been asleep since seven. You broke two ribs and your head got snapped around a little.

"Two ribs." I repeated. Billy nodded and I sighed.

I needed to talk to Renesmee.

She was there for me when I was crumpled on the side of the road. She had stayed with me when I was alone.

That had to mean something… right?

"You know her from school or something?" Billy asked, pulling out his phone to respond to a text message he had just received.

"Uh, not really." I wasn't really listening to Billy. My mind was racing. Why did Renesmee help me if she seemed to have hated me so much yesterday…or the day before yesterday…

"Where do you know her from?" Billy asked. I wondered what Renesmee was thinking when she saw me. I didn't even want to know what would've happened if Renesmee didn't show up.

"Uh, I know her from school." I mumbled.

"I just asked you that and you said no." Billy grumbled. He was tired and he was getting on my last nerves.

"Sorry, must be the medicine." I lied.

"Well, you have to spend the night so I figured I could just leave you here for tonight." Billy was absent from my life most of the time anyway. He was always at work or with his friends from work. Pretty much anything to get away from me.

"Whatever." I sighed; letting my head sink into the artificial-smelling pillow. I looked up at the florescent light above my hospital cot. Billy sighed and grunted, trying to lift himself up from the other chair by the bed.

"I'll see you Jacob. I'll- I'll stop by tomorrow morning." Billy grabbed his coat on the way out.

"Sure, sure." I sighed. I knew he probably wouldn't; and no doubt it would suck spending the night at the hospital by myself. I closed my eyes and sighed loudly. I heard people rustling in the hallway up and down the halls. There was tons of chatter coming from a group of people out in the hallway until it finally entered my room.

"Hey! Look who's all stitched up!" Paul yelled.

"Get out." I groaned. Seth sat on the foot of my bed and Quil and Embry fought over a plastic chair until Embry ended up on the floor. Jared laughed when he saw me and sat in the plastic chair by my bed.

"Hey there jerk, heard you got hit by a red Sedan." Jared chuckled.

"They found the guy?" I asked groggily.

"Girl... old lady." Seth corrected, laughing quietly.

"Hey I heard Renesmee Cullen called the ambulance for him and held his hand." Quil wagged his eyebrows and I gave him the finger.

"Is that true?" Jared asked, his eyes growing wide.

"She did not hold my hand. She did call the ambulance for me though." I explained. Jared smiled at me and I rolled my eyes. Paul was busy squeezing the IV bag above my head and I sighed. "Dumb-ass." I mumbled.

"What did ya break?" Embry asked from the floor.

"Two ribs." I sighed. Embry winced and Paul laughed.

"Damn." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and ran my hand through my hair.

"That sucks." Quil piped up.

"When do you get out?" Jared asked staring at a clipboard he took from the foot of my cot.

"Tomorrow, if everything goes well." I yawned. Jared nodded to himself. "Seriously though, do you think you guys can just like, go?" I complained. Seth rolled his eyes and so did Paul.

"You're going to be all alone." Quil shrugged, "We just wanna keep you company." Quil was short and bulky; it almost made him look like an overstuffed teddy bear. Seeing him saying he wanted to keep my company made me laugh.

"What? What did I say?" Quil asked, obviously offended. Embry shrugged and Jared rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless.

"N-n-n-othing." I managed to sputter between fits of laughing. Quil looked pissed off and it only fueled my laugher. Then my gut started hurting. "Ow!" I yelped. Jared looked at me with an odd look on his face and it made me laugh even harder. It felt like someone was ripping my insides out with their bare hands, but I couldn't stop laughing. The heart monitor began to act up and I began to cry -yes cry. A nurse came running into my room, her thick orange hair stuffed underneath a small nurse's cap.

She was old and bigger than any other nurse I've ever seen in my life. She held a syringe with the longest needle I've ever seen in my life attached to the other end. My eyes opened wide in horror as I continued to laugh hysterically.

The nurse stabbed me in the side with the needle with an angry look on her face. I felt the room get freezing cold before I blacked out and finally stopped laughing.

Damn nurse.

* * *

It was Monday and I was finally able to go to school. I mean, besides the fact that my stitches hurt like all hell and my muscles were limp and sore beyond belief.

I was anxious to get to school after Friday night's horrible laughing episode and my weekend full of nothing. And there was a certain Renesmee Cullen I needed to personally thank. Jared thought it was stupid of me to talk to her at school, but, what the hell does Jared know anyway? Of course, when I pulled into the school's parking lot, Renesmee was already at school, talking with Bryan. I thought once or twice about telling her "thanks" in front of Bryan, but, decided against it. She sits right next to me in third hour for God's sake, I can chat her up there.

First period was hell. Everyone wanted to know what happened to me and what it was like being hit by a car. I felt so overwhelmed by the end of class I wasn't even half-way prepared for second period.

"Jacob! Jakey! Oh my Goodness!" A shrill voice called from behind me.

Oh shit.

"Hey Monica." I tried to smile, I really did. Monica was my ex-girlfriend from so long ago it hurt my brain to think that far back.

"Are you okay? Oh my gosh! I can't believe you got hit by a car!" Monica gushed. Now that I look at Monica, I can't really understand why I ever went out with her. She wears way too much makeup and her clothes are too tight to really even be considered anything looser than a jumpsuit.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I sighed. Monica is tall, I'll give her that. She's tall enough to kiss my cheek without me bending down, so that's exactly what she did. I could feel the lipstick on my cheek and I knew that if I wiped it off I would be in grave danger of the infamous "Monica Madness". Which usually results in a nice, hearty slap in the face. And those press-on nails could seriously do some damage.

"You look so good Jacob. You could never guess you were hit by a car." She tried to bat her fake eyelashes at me, but they stuck together and she ended up looking like a spaz.

"Thanks." What else was I supposed to say?

"So, you wanna hang out sometime or…" Was all I heard, because walking behind Monica down the hall was Renesmee.

Her hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail off to the right side of her neck. She held her books tightly to her chest, walking quickly and with a purpose... She was absolutely beautiful.

"Renesmee!" I called without thinking.

Renesmee's head snapped towards me and Monica's hand snapped towards chest. She slapped me right at the beginning of my gash, where the stitches were the most sensitive.

"Bitch!" I called out even louder than I had called Renesmee's name. Renesmee frowned and looked down at her shoes before walking away quicker than before.

Damn it.

"Monica!" I shouted. Monica smiled wickedly and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Bye Jakey." She winked and strutted away.

Why me?

I hurried off to my second period and made it in a minute late. I knocked on the door three times until Ms. Sheree opened the door. "Jacob Black, you are late for my class." She snapped at the door. Jared and Paul snickered behind her, sitting in there assigned seats.

"I know Ms. Sheree I-"

"No excuses Mr. Black. I will not tolerate tardiness to my class under any circumstances.

"Ms. Sheree have I told you how stunning you look today?" I tried to compliment her.

"I have my period and I lost my eye liner. I look like crap today." She snapped.

"Your outfit matches perfectly?" I was loosing and even I knew it.

"I'm wearing a purple Christmas sweater with a yellow skirt and green shoes." Ms. Sheree countered.

"UGH!" I yelled. My stitches tightened with the strength I used to get here and then to yell. I put my hand right over my heart and grimaced.

"Oh, I totally forgot. I'm so sorry." Ms. Sheree moved away from the door and let me in. I walked in slowly and smiled at Paul who's mouth was wide open in shock. I took my seat and smiled smugly.

This could be a good day after all.

Ms. Sheree's opening lecture was putting me to sleep and I was already off in another state of mind thinking of how the hell I was supposed to approach Renesmee in third period. She saved my life yesterday and now she thinks I called her a bitch.

"Jacob, would you care to give us the answer?" Ms. Sheree looked directly into my eyes with such extreme hate I thought my head would explode.

"Uh, yes. I would like to give the answer." I answered smartly. Ms. Sheree looked so red I thought blood might start pouring out of her ears.

"Well?" She snapped.

"Sadly you haven't asked me a question." I shrugged.

"Yes I did." Ms. Sheree said slowly through her teeth.

"No. You asked me to give you the answer. You never asked me a question." I shrugged.

"Yes I did. I asked the class-"

"Ah, you asked the class, but you never asked me." I argued.

"Jacob I asked the class a question and since you are a part of this class I-" The bell rang abruptly and I smiled.

Saved by the bell.

"See you tomorrow Ms. Sheree." I smiled. She rolled her eyes and sighed, closing them shortly afterwards. I rushed out of the hallway and towards my third period in the opposite building.

I must've bumped in to at least six people, making at least four of them drop their books, lunches, and whatnot. But, I did finally make it to class -actually on time- and found a seat exactly next to Renesmee.

"Hey." I panted. Renesmee rolled her eyes and pushed her desk away from me. "Renesmee, I wasn't talking to-"

"Alright class, take out your textbooks and turn to page seventy-eight. We're going to work on 'The Tell-Tale Heart'." Mr. Kenneth-Jones droned. Everyone's pages started flipping and I leaned in to talk to Renesmee.

"I wasn't talking to you Renesmee. I wanted to thank you for Friday night." I whispered. Mr. Kenneth-Jones eyed my suspiciously and I gave him a cheesy smile.

"Yeah, and I won the Miss Universe Pageant." Renesmee snapped.

"You could." I shrugged. Renesmee rolled her eyes and flipped through her textbook and I put my hand on hers to stop her.

"Jacob please." Renesmee sighed.

"Just hear me out Renesmee." I pleaded. Renesmee sighed deeply and then motioned with her hand for me to continue.

"I wasn't talking to you, trust me. It's a boring story. I just wanted to tell you thank you. Thank you for saving me and staying with me until help came. It was… well it saved my life." I smiled. Renesmee seemed to blush for a second but she looked away so quickly I couldn't tell.

"Well, you're welcome." Renesmee said shyly.

"I really do appreciate it. Maybe I could make it up to you. Like lunch or dinner or something." I shrugged. Renesmee looked at me with an apprehensive look on her face before Mr. Kenneth-Jones interrupted my game plan.

"I hate to ruin your moment Casanova, but I'm trying to teach a lesson." He mocked me sarcastically and I rolled my eyes, leaning back into my chair to look at my book.

"Chris, go ahead and read for us." Mr. Kenneth-Jones ordered. The kid did as he was told and I listened as best as I could to his monotone story-telling voice. I looked over at Renesmee who was intently reading the story, her eyebrows sewn together in concentration. I sighed and sunk deeper in to my chair.

I'd never get a chance with this girl.


A/N: Yupp, you're going to have to wait until next Friday for the next chapter. But hey, won't it be worth it?

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