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A/N: So, I wa really dissapointed by the review I got from Alexnash95. But, hey, you can't please everyone, right? Well, I think it's better that I just review as I please because it's frustrating me that people are STILL asking me to update.
I reeeaaally hope you guys like this one.
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Jacob
"JACOB!" Billy yelled from downstairs. I jerked awake and sat upright in my bed.
"What?" I yelled back.
"Get your ass down here and feed Hellboy!" Billy ordered. I rolled out of my bed and onto the floor.
"Ouch!" I said out loud. I looked down to make sure my stitches were still together. All's well, I thought to myself. My midsection was still wrapped in gauze and my stitches were still red and prickly.
"Coming!" I yelled. Billy's car pulled out of the driveway and his tires screeched as he sped off to work. Today was Tuesday, which meant I would have to take my pit-bull, Hellboy, to the vet's office before I went to school.
"Hellboy!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I heard claws clicking and scratching as Hellboy scattered up the stairs. He slid on his toenails as he entered my room and then charged me with a friendly dog-grin pasted on his face. He jumped up on me and put his paws on either side of my stitches, as if he knew it would hurt if he didn't, and licked my face.
"Good boy." I laughed. Hellboy barked in approval and jumped off of me. He sat down and stared at me like he was waiting for me to give him something.
"Yeah, you already know what today is." I laughed at Hellboy's expression and patted the top of his head. "S'okay, I gotta go to the doctor soon to get my stitches taken out. Yummy." I cooed. Hellboy's face lit up and I shuffled into the bathroom that connected to my bedroom, brushed my teeth and ruffled my hair with my fingers.
I tugged a clean long sleeved t-shirt over my head and pulled on a pair of clean jeans. I looked through my shoes until I found a pair of Nike's that matched my shirt and snatched my keys off of my dresser. I walked down the stairs and fed Hellboy. He chewed happily for a while before lapping up some water and trotting towards the front door, grabbing Hellboy's leash and harness I wrapped him in it before walking out the door. I used my Rabbit, still disappointed that my bike was being fixed at the shop at the moment…
Hellboy sat obediently in the front seat and wagged his enormous tail. My book bag was already in the car from the day before so now everything seemed in it's place. Backing out of the driveway, Hellboy sat down and started panting. I turned on the radio and Breaking Benjamin's "Shallow Bay" blasted through the speakers of my car. Hellboy seemed to like it, so I kept it on and drove down the road towards the dog clinic so Hellboy could get his yearly physical.
Speeding down the abandoned rode towards our destination, Hellboy continued to pant and lick his lips repeatedly. I let his window down and he stuck his head out the window to enjoy the fall's sweet breeze. I let my mind wander as I drove down Wolf's Creek avenue and crossed the nearby intersection.
I thought about Renesmee. I thought about how she looked into my eyes, almost smiling, but not quite letting herself. I thought about how much I wanted to kiss her. How much I wanted to comfort her and tell her "it's alright". But that's not my responsibility, it's her boyfriend's.
I wanted to have that responsibility.
All my thoughts blocked me from realizing I was pretty much empty on gas. "Shit." I muttered and made an illegal U-turn which -in return- got me plenty of honks and insults from the people behind me. I pulled into the closest gas station, a Shell gas station, and parked in one of the sections. "Stay Hellboy." I ordered. I needed to pay at the register for a full tank, realizing that I left my credit card at home.
"Can I help you?" Some pimply orange-haired dude asked from behind the counter.
"Yeah, put forty on eight." I pulled out two twenties and gave them to the kid behind the counter. He charged me and handed me a receipt. "Thanks." I walked out towards my car just in time to see Hellboy jump like a freaking Olympic long jumper out of the passenger seat window and bolt across the parking lot.
"Hellboy!" I yelled. Mother fucker didn't even flinch. He just kept running straight like he had a destination. "Hellboy!" I screeched and my voice cracked. There was a loud screech from the other side of the Shell and I sighed. I ran after wherever Hellboy decided to run to and stopped cold.
"Renesmee?" I whispered to myself. Hellboy was licking Renesmee's face, up on his hind two legs and Renesmee was squealing and laughing.
"Who do you belong to?" Renesmee cooed. Hellboy barked and Renesmee laughed. She looked down at his collar and smiled. "Hellboy." She cooed and he barked.
"Uh, Renesmee!" I called. Her head snapped towards me and I marveled at her, looking completely stupid, I'm sure.
"Jacob!" She called out. Her calling my name made me so happy, it was ridiculous. I jogged up towards Renesmee, my stitches aching with every movement.
"Is this your dog?" Renesmee asked, laughing in between as Hellboy licked her face.
"Yeah. Hellboy, sit!" I ordered. He sat down obediently and I grabbed on to his leash. "Sorry, he's really hard to control sometimes." I said sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it. He's really sweet." Renesmee patted Hellboy on the head and he barked in approval. Renesmee giggled and I swear to you it was the sweetest laugh I'd ever heard.
"Uh, aren't you going to school?" I changed the subject, trying to get Renesmee to talk to me longer.
"Yeah, we still have, like, half an hour until school. I needed to fill up on gas." Renesmee explained, shoving her keys into her jeans and pointing to her car with her thumb.
"Ah, I see. I have to drop Hellboy at the Vet's office and then I'm heading to school." I could feel my mouth form into a lopsided smile and I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling it gave me.
"Oh. Cool. Well, Hellboy it was nice to meet you." Renesmee scratched underneath Hellboy's chin and straightened up to meet my eyes. "Jacob, I'll see you at- OH!" Renesmee exclaimed. Hellboy had run around Renesmee and I and tied us together with his leash.
"Hellboy! I'm- God I'm so sorry. This is embarrassing…" I muttered as I tried to coax Hellboy around the opposite way he'd come. Though, I couldn't complain about the feeling of Renesmee against me, her hipbones jutting out to meet mine. Hellboy unraveled us and barked happily. "Sorry." I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly and Renesmee pulled at the ends of her sweater.
"It's fine. I'll see you at school." Renesmee half-waved before getting into her car. I waved at her as she backed out until she vanished along Wolf Gate Drive.
"Good boy Hellboy." I held out my hand and he touched his paw to the palm of my hand, panting happily.
* * *
Arriving at school, I could tell I was running later than usual because there was way more kids than there usually was in front of the school and in the courtyard. There was barely any parking spaces left and I sighed internally. I shouldn't have gotten coffee after I dropped off Hellboy.
The bell rang and I cursed mentally. I jogged across the parking lot, my stitches aching like someone was punching me in the gut. I made it to first period with just a millisecond to spare. Class was boring, I have science first period so, doesn't get any better than that. Second period, Ms. Sheree made sure to give me a big lecture about respect after class which made me late to third hour.
"Don't make this a habit Jacob." Mr. Kenneth-Jones warned.
"I know, I'm sorry Mr. K. I didn't mean to." I groveled.
"Alright." Mr. Kenneth-Jones sighed. "Get inside." I stepped inside and my eyes immediately scanned the room for Renesmee. She was sitting at the back corner of the room with her eyes locked onto an assignment she was working on.
There was only one empty seat at the front of the room. I sat down and stared at the board. I knew I would have to at least do one of my classes work if I was going to pass this year. I started the assignment, knowing it would take me a while. Maybe that could get my mind off of Renesmee.
No such luck.
My mind was a million different thoughts morphed into one. All I could think about was Renesmee. It was honestly pathetic.
I've gone through tons and tons of girls -even some women!- and I have never felt the need to obsess over any one of them. I have never seen more than a cute face, or even a good body. But thinking about Renesmee, she was so much more than that. She was a sweet girl, she was smart, she was sincere. It was so hard for me not to be able to have her. I've had every girl I've been after. Every girl I've smiled or winked at has dropped her panties in record time. Yet, here with Renesmee it's been almost five days and she doesn't even look twice at me!
I'm loosing it. I can feel it.
Maybe Renesmee is different, but she is still a girl. Granted, she's probably the most beautiful, amazing, smart, caring, and funny girl I've ever met, but, she is still a girl and I will win her over. I could care less if she never talks to me again, I will win Renesmee Cullen over.
I know that deep down inside she wants to let me in. She knows it too, that's why she's always avoiding me. That's why she continues to taunt me and play with my head. She knows that I want her and she wants me, but she wants to play the "Can't have me" game.
Little does she know, I'm an expert at that game.
"Off go, lunch time, leave me alone." Mr. Kenneth-Jones rushed us out the door, as if he had anything better to do. Renesmee took her time though, putting her things in her bag and grabbing a brown paper bag out of her book bag which, I guessed, held her lunch.
"Renesmee." I called. She turned to look at me and smiled faintly. She looked a little nauseous… "Are you okay?" I stepped forward and she smiled faintly again, shrugging.
"I don't know anymore." She sighed sadly.
"You want to talk about it?" I offered. Renesmee sighed again and this time her voice shook.
"No." She barely whispered.
"Renesmee-"
"Hey, let's go! Lunch, get out!" Mr. Kenneth-Jones demanded. Though he smiled a bit like he was our best friend. Renesmee grabbed her things and hurried out into the hallway.
"Renesmee!" I called out after her and jogged out into the hallway behind her. Damn stitches were pulling at the ends of my skin and I yelped out in pain. Renesmee turned to look at me and sighed before walking back.
"I'm sorry Jacob. I just… I'm having a rough time. It's a long story." Renesmee put her hand over her face and sighed deeply.
I put my hand over hers and gently lifted it from her face. "I have a whole lunch hour." I smiled. Renesmee's fists clenched and unclenched at her sides where I held her wrists.
"Okay. But this stays between me and you." She whispered. I nodded and smiled as soft as possible.
* * *
"Are you sure we won't get caught?" Renesmee whined.
"Chill Renesmee. We will not get caught. I swear." I held up my right hand and Renesmee nodded to herself, buckling her seatbelt.
I looked in my rearview mirror before backing out of the parking lot and onto chilly La Push street. I lowered the windows, turning off the heater and Renesmee's hair flew up around her head. She just put her head against the seat and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes.
"You've never skipped before?" I asked curiously.
"Nope." Renesmee smiled.
"No wonder you're in such a bad mood. Your brain is fried. You need an off day." I laughed. Renesmee shook her head and stared out the window.
"That's what the weekends are for." She countered.
"Oh, I thought you used the weekends to study." I retorted.
"And what do you use yours for? Praying?" Renesmee stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed.
"Who told you?"
"Shut up." Renesmee rolled her eyes. Whoa. I was actually having a conversation with a girl.
"So, tell me what's bugging you." I pulled the windows up again so I could hear her and turned the heat on a bit. She sighed, she had obviously been dreading this.
"I think… I don't want to talk about it Jacob." She sighed.
"Jake, remember?" I tried to lighten the mood and it seemed to have worked.
"If I have to call you Jake then what are you supposed to call me?" Renesmee asked, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.
"Hmm. I dunno. What does your family call you?" I asked. Renesmee blushed and looked out the window again.
"Nessie." She mumbled.
"Oh, that's cute." I laughed.
"Shut up!" She whined.
"Gimmie a second, I want to call you something no one else does." I said the last part softly and Renesmee smiled. I put both hands on the steering wheel and really thought.
"Don't hurt yourself." Renesmee grumbled.
"I heard that." I snapped, kidding around.
"You were supposed to." Renesmee giggled.
"How do you expect me to think when you're talking?" I laughed.
"You're obviously not a multitasker." Renesmee pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.
"Oh trust me I am definitely a multitasker." I said suggestively. Renesmee shook her head and rolled her eyes. I thought for a minute and looked at Renesmee.
"Renessie?"
"Taken. My friend Emily calls me that." Renesmee smiled.
"Mimi?"
"Too prissy." Renesmee shook her head.
"Nessie-boo?" I was running out of ideas.
"My grandparents call me that." Renesmee said shyly.
"Ness?" I resorted to the last thing possible.
"What?" Renesmee looked at me with an odd look on her face.
"Ness? Like the video game character?" I shrugged.
"That might work." Renesmee smiled and put her head back and sighed.
"Good." I smiled, "Now don't think I forgot about you changing the subject, Ness." I smiled a little and Renesmee heard it in my voice.
"Jacob, I don't even know for sure, I'm just having a bad day." Renesmee sighed.
"Is it because of Hellboy?" I asked with a mock look of horror on my face.
"No," Renesmee rolled her eyes, "Things just don't feel right." Renesmee shook her head and looked down at her hands. "I just… Bryan's been acting weird lately, it feels like he's drifting away from me." Renesmee played with her fingers and closed her eyes.
"Oh." I breathed. Of course she'd be worried about Bryan. That's her boyfriend. For now, I thought to myself.
"I mean, I just wish he would talk to me." Renesmee sighed again and I was getting tired of her being so sad. I looked down at the clock on my dashboard and sighed.
"I'm sorry." It sounded more like a question. "Do you have to work today?" I asked idly.
"No. Not today." Renesmee sighed.
"Do you have a curfew?" I asked. Renesmee looked at me and shook her head. "Good." I slammed my foot on the gas and Renesmee lurched forward.
"What the hell?" Renesmee yelled, shocked.
"You'll see." I yelled over the roar of the engine.
She would definitely see.
A/N: That's it, you'll see where they're going soon enough.
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