Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. But I do own this story! Good enough? Didn't think so...
A/N: So I decided to publish this chapter as well as chapter ten because I felt bad giving you guys a gross surprise and I know everyone wants to know who, what, where, when with the whole Bryan situation so I decided to post this as an answer.
BY THE WAY! I just wanted to let you guys know that I have a twitter and if you want to follow me, that'd be dandy.
IF YOU DON'T HAVE A TWITTER YOU SOULD GET ONE!
Anyway, if you do have a twitter and you follow me just tweet/direct message me saying "fanfiction follower" so I know you're not some kind of stalker. My twitter is DanceGabyDance and I update a lot so you can kind-a figure out when I might post and stuff like that.
OH! BEFORE I FORGETTTTT! I dedicate this chapter to Alex and the rest of my ever-faithful "review crew".
(Alex you don't have to get me a christmas gift, but, earphones would be nice. Not the crappy ones with the rubber tunnel-like things, good ones, know what I mean?)
ENJOYYYYY!
Renesmee
Lying, pulsating in vulgar movements, on top of Seanna Douglas from his Spanish class, naked is where I found my boyfriend Bryan Newton when I threw his bedroom door open.
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, covering my face with my hands. Bryan's head snapped up to meet my eyes before I did and shock covered his face.
"Renesmee!" Bryan yelled. He didn't get up, he kept humping Seanna, staring at me in shock. I let out a strangled cry and bolted for the front door, coat in hand. Before I went out the front door, I ran back towards the hallway and grabbed Jenkins. He meowed as I lifted him off the floor.
"Fuck you!" I screamed as I ran out the front door.
With my coat in my hand.
And Jenkins the cat in the other.
* * *
"Meow." Jenkins purred. I sobbed holding Jenkins close and scratching him in between his ears.
"How could he do that to me Jenkins?" I shouted. I startled Jenkins and he hopped off my lap into the passenger's seat. I slammed my fists on the horn and sighed, tugging at the hair on both sides of my head.
"Why, why, why?" I screamed, crying so hard my chest started to hurt.
I cried until the late afternoon sun turned into a creamy peach color over the rim of my dashboard. I crawled into my backseat and curled up with my knees against my chest and cried some more. I turned onto my back and cried, letting tears run down my cheeks and down my neck. I could feel my chest starting to slowly ache more and more, my ribcage rattling when I breathed.
I looked at the dashboard clock and realized it was eight o' clock. I crawled back into the driver's seat and started the car. I turned on the heat until I could feel my chest again and looked down at Jenkins in the passenger seat. He crawled into my lap and purred, rolling over on his back.
"Jenkins, I'm taking you home." I cooed. Jenkins meowed happily and I sighed, pulling out of the Sandwich Shack parking lot where I had parked to sob my heart out. The road was so slippery I could barely make a U-turn to get back to the direction of my house. My phone rang again and I picked it out of my coat pocket that was hanging on the headrest of the passenger's seat; swerving as I did.
"Hello?" I mumbled. I hadn't realized how congested I'd sounded.
"Renesmee! Where the hell are you?" My father yelled on the other line.
"I'm sorry; I'm on my way home now." I sniffled.
"Is something wrong?" My dad asked, confused beyond necessary.
"No dad." I said softly. Jenkins eyed me knowingly.
"We'll talk about it when you get home. You know I can't cook. Pick something up?" My dad said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Sure dad." I said, my voice shaking a bit.
"Your choice kiddo." He said, a smile in his voice.
"'Kay. Bye dad." I snapped my phone shut and headed for the nearest Wendy's and buying two chicken sandwiches. I drove home slowly, minding the slippery road and the speed limit. I guess I should've seen this coming. Bryan was weird, ignoring me at school, kissing me like I had a disease; I should've known.
The car was warm and I breathed in and out evenly, taking in as much warmth in my throat as possible. I drove past the small stores and shops on La Push drive and watched as a couple hugged each other tightly to keep each other warm. Tears ran down my cheeks and I sighed heavily.
What would I do tomorrow? What would I do tomorrow when I saw him at school? What would I do tomorrow when I saw Jacob?
I was in deep shit, to put it lightly.
I pulled into my driveway and took deep, heavy breaths before getting out of the car, food in one hand, Jenkins cradled in my other arm.
"Hey Renesmee, I- What the hell? Is that a cat?" My father asked incredulously as I walked in the door.
"Yeah… it is." I said softly.
"Uh… whatever… So, look, I just got off the phone with Bryan's mom and she said-"
"Dad, I don't care. Bryan and I are no longer together." I held my hand up and headed for the stairs with Jenkins.
"Oh. She called and said Bryan wanted to talk to you." My dad shrugged, grabbing the chicken sandwich bag and picking one out of the bag.
"Like I said before, I don't care." I sighed and headed up the first two steps.
"Don't be bitter. Whatever reason you guys broke up, I'm sure you'll figure it all out." My dad smiled with his mouth full of chicken sandwich.
"He had sex with a girl from his Spanish class behind my back." I snapped. My dad spit chicken sandwich out everywhere and sputtered.
"Maybe not…" He mumbled, going back into the kitchen for napkins.
I rolled my eyes and stomped up the stairs, leaving my dad and both of the chicken sandwiches behind. Jenkins made himself right at home on my bed and I smiled. I was starting to like this cat. Jenkins rolled over on his back and opened his legs. I laughed and rubbed his stomach before he began to snore softly.
Then I realized something.
Cat food.
Shit! Now I would have to buy cat food for Jenkins and buy a litter box and stuff. Damn it, I should have thought this through better! I slowly climbed off my bed and Jenkins stayed asleep. I watched him all the way, until I had shut the door behind me and walked down the stairs. I figured I would have to buy it now or I'd have a mess to clean up when I got home from school tomorrow.
"Where are you going?" My father asked, his mouth full of chicken sandwich yet again, watching a bunch of old guys at a round table talking about the economy on TV.
"Pet store. I need a litter box for the cat." I explained.
"You're seriously going to keep that cat?" He asked, grimacing as he did.
"Yes I plan on keeping Jenkins thank you very much." I stuck my nose up in the air and walked out, slamming the door behind me.
I started my car, rubbing my hands together to keep warm before backing out of my driveway. I took my time driving on the icy road and trying to erase the image of Seanna and Bryan on top of one another. Bryan had some fucking nerve -excuse my French- calling asking to talk with me. But, when Seanna was there, underneath him giving him what I refused to he was too damn busy to even look at me twice.
Dick.
I pulled into the nearby Pet Supermarket and walked into the blistering cold. It was getting colder and colder now that fall was here. Pretty soon, it would start to snow. I slipped a little on some left over rain puddle and caught myself on the side of the door handle. I dried my feet and embraced the heat of the Pet Supermarket. I went straight to the "pet food" section, picking out some Friskies brand cat food. I turned a little too quickly and bumped into a rather muscular gentleman.
"Oh I'm so sorry." I bent down to pick up the bag of cat food I'd dropped and when I looked back up, I was completely shocked. "Jacob?"
"Renesmee?" He looked confused, almost like he did yesterday when he was struggling with the literature assignment. Not that I was, like, watching him or anything…We stood there in an awkward silence for a minute before Jacob opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. Then opened it again.
"Renesmee, I'm sorry about yesterday." Jacob sighed, "I shouldn't have pushed you into listening to me like that. You have a boyfriend and I shouldn't play with your emotions like that."
"Yeah, well, not anymore so, don't worry about it." I sighed. Jacob took a closer look at me then and his eyes opened wider.
"Were you crying?" Jacob asked.
"Maybe." I mumbled.
"What happened?" Jacob asked softly.
"I don't think I'm really comfortable talking about it-"
"I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me." Jacob threatened, a sly smile on his face, playing at the corner of his ever-soft looking lips…
"Can we at least go in your car?" I asked softly, whispering for no apparent reason.
"Oh, you don't play around." Jacob wagged his eyebrows and I slapped his arm playfully. I seemed so comfortable and at peace with myself with Jacob, it made me regret ever being with Bryan.
"Shut up! Let me pay for this cat food and buy a litter box and then we can go." I sighed.
"You have a cat?" Jacob asked, same confused look on his face. I could get used to that…
"Just recently." I said sheepishly. Jacob looked confused again but just shook his head and followed me with his bag of dog food, which -I hoped- was for Hellboy. When I got to the cash register, Jacob surprised me by pulling out his wallet and paying for my cat stuff.
"You don't have to." I argued, pushing his hand away.
"Ah, but I want to." Jacob winked.
"Jacob, seriously." I sighed.
"I'm paying."
"No." I grabbed Jacob's arm and he laughed.
"What you think you can stop me by using that twiggy arm of yours?" Jacob laughed.
"It is not twiggy!" I shrieked. Jacob plucked my fingers off his forearm one by one before handing the guy at the counter two twenties.
"Thanks." The guy at the counter said softly. I smiled at him, just like I do to any other person ringing up my stuff at any counter, and he smiled shyly to himself.
"Have a good night." I smiled again. Jacob rolled his eyes next to me and I smiled to myself.
"C'mon Ness." Jacob said, grabbing my hand and I liked the way it felt, so no, I didn't protest. His hand was warm and soft.
"I can't stay out long though." I said as we walked out to his car.
"I won't keep you long then." Jacob smiled. We made it to his car and I was enveloped in the smell of pinecones and wet grass; Jacob.
"So tell me what happened." Jacob said, turning on the radio and I recognized City and Colour's "Like Knives" thrumming in the background of the car's stereo.
"I love City and Colour." I said softly.
"Really?" Jacob asked, smiling, "Most girls like Lil Wayne, or Drake." Jacob chuckled.
"Not me." I smiled, glad that Jacob didn't like the same heavy rap music that Bryan listened to.
"That's besides the point. Tell me what happened." Jacob turned the heat up as it was getting colder in the car.
"I… I went on a date with Bryan today." I breathed deeply before continuing, "He took my coat when I walked in and we hung out for a little while. I told him I had to be back home and when I left, I left my coat. When I came back…" I wasn't ready to say it. I wasn't ready to explain what I saw. Tears were already brimming my eyes and Jacob was leaning in animatedly, listening intently.
"Go ahead Ness." He said softly. I took another deep breath before looking down at my hands.
"And I saw him with Seanna Douglas. Like, with Seanna Douglas." I sighed heavily and looked over at Jacob. His eyes were wide open like they were about to fall out of his skull.
"She's not even hot!" Jacob shouted.
"Jacob…" I shook my head.
"It's true! She's not even cute!" Jacob shouted again, staring at me and watching my face.
"It doesn't matter! I just wasn't good enough!" I screamed my voice cracking. I started to sob then. I was crying so hard it hurt and I put my face in my hands.
Jacob wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face deep in his chest. He winced and I realized I was touching his stitches. I tried to pull away but he held me tight to his chest. Jacob smoothed my hair down and I cried into his chest. Jacob didn't say anything, didn't try to make a move on me when he so easily could've, didn't tell me "it's okay" because we both knew it wasn't.
"Jacob I'm sorry." I said softly, muffled by his shirt.
"Don't be." He said quietly. I shifted myself so that Jacob's arms were cradling me and my lips were at his ear. I was shaking and Jacob held me close to him so I wouldn't shake anymore. "You don't have to cry. I'm here for you." He whispered against my neck.
His last few words rose goose bumps up my spine.
* * *
BEEP! BEEP! My alarm clock scared the living bejesus out of me. I was up in an instant. I was too happy asleep and the alarm clock interrupted the nirvana that Jacob had put me in last night. I remember every last minute of last night. Jacob held me until I stopped crying and then dropped me off at my car. We promised to talk tomorrow and when I got home, I fed Jenkins who is now a very happy cat.
I got ready in a daze, still so happy from Jacob's presence. I was glad I was able to tell Jacob what happened and get it off my chest -though I made sure to leave out the part where I kidnapped Jenkins, I didn't think guys found girls kidnapping cats attractive. It was so nice and comforting to know that Jacob actually cared about me. I put on my coat and inescapable jeans before putting on my winter boots. I grabbed my keys and scurried outside, trying to avoid the late fall chill as much as possible. I got in my Volvo and started the car. It stalled.
"NO! No, no, no, no, no! Don't do this to me!" I screeched. My car just wouldn't start. I banged my hands on the steering wheel and sighed, putting my forehead on the steering wheel. I trudged back inside and my dad looked up from his morning coffee, wearing his black suit and white dress shirt.
"Car won't start?" He asked, smiling, his teeth looking bright and shiny this morning. I nodded solemnly. "C'mon. I'll give you a ride." He winked. I walked out with my dad and his mug of coffee to his Ashton Martin. He sped like a maniac to Quileute High.
"Have a good day honey!" He called out as I stepped out of the car.
"Dad shut up!" I whisper-yelled at him. He just winked and honked his horn. I slammed the door and he winced in the driver's seat. I giggled internally at his expression; I knew how much he loved his Ashton Martin.
"Renesmee, oh my God! Bryan's been going crazy looking for you!" Emily grabbed me by the shoulders and I winced.
"I don't care." I emphasized how much I didn't want to see Bryan and Emily looked at me with a confused look on her face.
"Why?" She asked incredulously, raising both of her eyebrows.
"Because we're over." I said slowly.
"Oh." she said softly.
"Yeah. I'm going to be late; I'll talk to you later." I mumbled and started off to class.
"Hey! Hey, Renesmee!" Someone called from behind me.
I would recognize that voice anywhere. My blood chilled in my veins.
I sped up and headed for the safety of my first period teacher Mr. Addison's room. "Renesmee!" Bryan called from behind me. I stepped quicker and with more purpose than before. "Nessie!"
"Leave me alone!" I cried out and ran, full-on to the front door of the building. I threw the door open and was slammed against the sidewall of the inside of the building.
"I know you heard me." Bryan snapped.
"Bryan get off!" I yelled and he put his hand over my mouth.
"Just let me explain-" He shouted. I shoved his hand off my mouth.
"NO! You are a liar and a cheater!" I spat. Bryan grimaced and stared at me in my eyes. I turned my face away and he grabbed my chin to make me look at him.
"Renesmee, you know I didn't mean to-" He put his hand back over my mouth to keep me quiet.
"How can you not mean to cheat?" I yelled, "You're such a liar!" I screeched, somewhat muffled by his hand. "Get off of me!" I screamed.
"Renesmee, listen to me." Bryan said forcefully through his teeth.
"NO!" My knee shot up and hit Bryan right in the groin. He grunted and I shot down the hall, leaving my book bag and my books behind. But Bryan was an athlete, I should've known better than to try to outrun him. My foot got caught on the corner of the wall and Bryan grabbed me from behind and spun me around.
"NO!" I kicked and screamed. Where were the teachers? Where was the authority, the security gaurds?
"Shut up!" Bryan yelled. He was holding me against him when he just let go abruptly, flying backwards and dropping me on the floor, sliding down the hall. Bryan was cupping his face before I looked up and saw Jacob, fists braced like he was ready to kill.
"Jacob don't!" I screeched. Jacob's eyes snapped down towards me and I just stared up at him like a babbling idiot.
"What do you mea-" But Jacob was stopped short when Bryan charged him like a bull and tackled him to the floor.
"NO!" I bellowed, my throat aching already from screaming. I got up and ran down to where Bryan and Jacob were laying on the floor, wrestling like pros.
"Stop it!" I screamed and shoved myself in between them. Bryan's fist flashed forward and punched me in the shoulder. I pushed Bryan away until Jacob was far away, panting like he had been underwater for hours.
"Jacob are you- Oh my God." Jacob's hand was over his left pex and when he pulled it back, there was blood seeping through his shirt and onto his fingers.
Bryan got up and ran for the door, holding his bloody nose in his hands.
"What a freaking pussy." Jacob groaned, trying to push himself up.
"We have to get you to the hospital." I said, more to myself than to him.
"No, you go to class; I'll go to the hospital." Jacob winced. He lifted up his shirt and I gasped. His torso was perfectly wrapped in thick muscles; I swear I almost started to drool. Jacob's stitches were perfectly in tact but were spotting.
"Just go to the nurse." I told him softly. Jacob nodded and got up like a real man and limped to the nurse's office down the hall, leaving me there on my knees. Jacob's footsteps ended and a door closed somewhere in the distance. The bell rang and I scurried to my feet, running to get my things at the end of the hallway.
I had never been so anxious to get to third hour in my life.
A/N: TADA! Yeah, I know, I'm amazing.
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P.S. HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM JAKEISNESSIESBITCH! (or Gaby if you prefer.) BE SAFE AND HAVE FUN! (that means don't get stinkin' drunk and have an affair with your cousin while your aunt and you mom play naked twister watching Keeping up with the Kardashians.) Too much? Oh well!
