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A/N: So, this chapter is really fluffy. I'm debating on whether or not to post the chapter after this because I just need this chapter to fill up space. Maybe I will, who knows. ANYWAY.... thanks to my review crew and Alex for being the cooliest. As anyone who follows me on twitter knows, I have a fever of 102 so I'm not really in the best mood. Thanks to my kinda, sorta beta Rachel for reading and correcting my work to the best of your ability. Also, itsafanpire thing made me two more banners that I'll post on twitter really soon. IF YOU DON'T HAVE A TWITTER YOU SHOULD GET ONE AND FOLLOW ME! Again, dancegabydance for those of you who neglected my last A/N.

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Jacob

I don't remember what really happened exactly, but I do remember waiting for Renesmee at school. I was ready to ask her on a date and if she rejected me, I didn't know what I'd do this time. I was waiting, waiting, waiting until I saw her, running. What the hell?

She ran straight for the building and inside. I thought for a split second, maybe she's got to talk to her teacher, maybe she's got to turn in a late assignment, something only Renesmee would do. Until I saw Bryan Newton go in right after her.

I panicked for a minute and walked over to the building. I walked evenly, minding my stitches. I wasn't too scared, I mean, couples who just caught each other usually talked things out. There was an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach that made me think that wasn't it. But, I kept walking. Finally, I got to the building and I saw what I definitely didn't like.

Renesmee was running towards the end of the hallway, running like she was convicted of a murder. Bryan was close on her heels and when she caught her foot on the corner of the wall, Bryan spun her around after grabbing her. Her legs were flailing in the air and she was screaming "NO!"

"Shut up!" Bryan was yelling over her.

This was where I stepped in.

With a running start I got to Bryan so fast he had to do a double take. I punched him right in the nose, I knew I broke it. Saying his nose was swimming in blood would be an understatement. Renesmee dropped to the floor and I kept my eyes on Bryan.

"Jacob don't!" Renesmee cried out. I looked down at her, locked in her fearful gaze.

Was she insane?

"What do you mea-" But Bryan tackled me and I fell to the floor, my stitches yelling and screaming profanities at me. Bryan thought he could freaking wrestle me and beat me.

I was a football player.

"NO!" Renesmee screeched. She was running somewhere but with my eyes on Bryan and his hands, watching my stitches, I didn't know where.

She shoved herself in between Bryan and I like her life depended on it and shoved Bryan away with her feet and the ends of her hands. Bryan punched her in the shoulder and I growled, ready to show him some fucking manners when he rolled over and I couldn't do it. I started breathing, panting like I was losing the air I was getting. I put my hand over my chest, feeling the speeding beating of my heart.

"Jacob are you- Oh my God." Renesmee put her hand over her mouth and when I pulled my hand back, I realized what must've scared her. I was bleeding through my shirt.

Bryan got up and ran for the door, holding his nose, not wanting a part of this, I assumed. "What a freaking pussy." I grunted as I tried to get up off the floor. Renesmee's eyes were on mine though I wasn't looking at her. She was genuinely worried about me.

S-C-O-R-E.

"We have to get you to the hospital." Renesmee said softly.

"No, you get to class; I'll go to the hospital." I lifted my shirt and looked down at my stitches and Renesmee gasped. Whether it was my muscles, the blood, or both, I don't know, but, all I know is that something about me made her do that and I was definitely happy.

D-O-U-B-L-E S-C-O-R-E.

"Just go to the nurse." Renesmee said quietly. She was sad to see me go, I could tell. She wanted to go first period, knowing I'd be waiting for her when she got to third. But now I didn't know what was going to happen.

I nodded and got up, walking to the nurses office. I felt bad leaving Renesmee by herself, but she should get to class.

And hopefully I'd see her third.

The nurse took one look at me and gasped.

"Oh my goodness, you poor boy. Sit, sit, sit. Let me get you some water." She said, rushing to get her words out all at once. She got me a cup of water before making me lay down on the plastic hospital cot. "Take off your shirt." She said softly. I lifted my shirt over my head and the lady sighed, grabbing gauze from the side cabinet and soaking up the blood with it.

"Do I have to get re-stitched?" I asked, worried out of my freaking mind.

"No, you'll be fine. You're just bleeding a bit. Just a few more weeks and you should have these stitches off soon." She assured me. After she finished dabbing my stitches she put some thick, orange foul-smelling liquid on my stitches and gave me a pass just in time to get to the middle of second hour.

"Paul, can I borrow your sweater?" I asked, gesturing towards his black sweater hanging off the back of his desk.

"Why?" He whispered. I pointed to the blood spots on my white t-shirt and he nodded handing me his sweater. I pulled it over my head and leaned back in my desk. I knew I would have a lot of talking to do with Renesmee. I wanted her to know how much I really, genuinely cared for her and I wanted her to know all the pros and cons of this love-hate relationship game we were playing.

"You guys can go ahead and leave, the bell's about to ring anyway." Ms. Sheree waved her hand dismissively. I got up from my desk and Paul matched his pace with mine to catch up with me.

"What happened?" Paul asked, shoving his arm into his book bag to pull out a sandwich. I swear to you Paul is always hungry.

"I got into a fight with Bryan Newton." I said, leaving out the details and who we were fighting over.

"Damn." Paul shook his head and took a bite of his ham sandwich.

"Whatever, I don't have to get re-stitched so it's not like it's a big deal." I said, an edge of angst in my voice as the bell rang loudly in the hallway.

"I gotta go this way, I'll see you at lunch." Paul gestured to the opposite hallway and I nodded. I was just ready to see Renesmee and talk to her about our relationship. I needed her to understand that I planned on making this "friendship" a lot more.

"See you." I called out after Paul and he waved. I rushed towards the room at the end of the hallway. I stepped quickly and dug my hands into Paul's sweater that was just a bit too small for me and my large muscles… too pompous?

I stepped into the classroom and Renesmee's face washed over with relief.

"Jacob!" Renesmee breathed. She jogged towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I was so shocked she was actually touching me that I just put my arms around her waist and held her there.

"I was so scared." Renesmee whispered. I'm not really sure if she was talking to herself or to me, I was just glad she was touching me.

"I'm okay." I said reassuringly.

"Jacob I can't believe you- I mean I'm glad you did, you, you could've gotten yourself really hurt." Renesmee rushed through her words and I pulled her back at an arm's length to look at her.

Her face was so cute and honest I couldn't help but smile. Renesmee's bright green eyes were doing more than just looking at me. They were scrutinizing me, watching and analyzing every move I made.

"Renesmee, I'm okay." I said slowly and her face relaxed a little. "How opposed would you be to skipping lunch with me?" I added.

"Not at all." Renesmee smiled and the late bell rang. Renesmee and I took seats next to one another and Mr. Kenneth-Jones passed out worksheets that were due the next day to finish in class and then if it wasn't finished, for homework.

Class was boring -as usual- and I couldn't help but keep watching Renesmee. Every once in awhile I could see Renesmee glancing at me from the corner of her eye and I felt like smiling but she would feel awfully bad if she knew I was looking at her.

When Mr. Kenneth-Jones finally dismissed us, I grabbed Renesmee's wrist and pulled her along with me towards the back of the school by the parking lot.

"No." Renesmee crossed her arms and I sighed.

"Ness, it's not even scary." I groaned and she looked down at my motorcycle shaking her head again.

"Jake, there is no way in hell." Renesmee stuck her nose up in the air and I rolled my eyes.

"Ness, I promise you nothing bad will happen to you." I said softly. Renesmee opened one eye to look at me and then opened the other, her eyes bright and alert but moody and untrusting at the same time.

"Jake, it's not that I don't trust you-"

"Good." I threw my helmet at Renesmee and her breath came out in a loud "whoosh" as the helmet knocked the wind out of her. "Put it on if you wanna keep that cute face of yours."

"Jacob please don't make me do this." Renesmee whined and I winked at her.

"C'mon, I won't hurt you. The rode might, but I won't." Renesmee took a shaky breath before shoving the helmet over her head.

"How ridiculous do I look?" Renesmee mumbled, her mouth blocked by the shield to the helmet. I used the button on the side of the helmet to lift the shield.

"Actually, you look pretty cute." I winked again and Renesmee blushed visibly through the helmet.

"Am I supposed to hold on to you?" Renesmee asked quietly.

"Yeah, arms around my waist, go low though, watch my stitches." I explained. Renesmee shook her head.

"And what if I let go?" Renesmee asked again.

"Then I'll let go." I answered and Renesmee's eyes went soft.

"Where are we going?" Renesmee changed the subject quickly.

"The clearing." I smiled.

"Can you, um, help me get up?" Renesmee asked timidly.

"Put your leg over the seat." I instructed. Renesmee tried but failed miserably so I put my hand behind her knee and lifted it up over the seat. I held Renesmee by her hips and hoisted her up until she was seated towards the back, legs straddling the bike like a pro.

I got on in front of her and kicked the kick stand. The bike hit the floor and I hit the gas, revving the engine. Renesmee screeched and put her arms around my lower waist, gripping tightly. I was so glad I got my bike back and took it to school this morning.

"Hold on tight." I yelled over the engine and Renesmee clenched on tighter, burying her helmeted face into my shoulder blade. I took off then, hitting the gas, hard, and leaving the old Jacob somewhere far behind where not even Monica, or Bryan, or anyone else could bring it back.

With Renesmee I was someone else.

With Renesmee I was someone better.

Renesmee clenched on tighter as if she heard my thoughts and I put my left hand on top of hers, twining my fingers into hers. She took my fingers without hesitation and I sped off, kicking the gas with my left foot and revving the engine with my right hand.

I had time to think about what I was going to say, but I wasn't using it. I was too busy enjoying the feeling of Renesmee's fingers laced with mine and the feeling of her body against mine, thudding over every little bump and twig.

There was a while to go before the entrance to the clearing, but I had a while to wait.

I thought about Bryan and how he gave Renesmee a dirty look as we ran lightly to the parking lot and past the cafeteria and the glass doors that connected to the hallway. Renesmee's hand in mine, she didn't even notice. But I saw it.

I thought about Monica for a split second, and how I wish I could take back the night of the concert. I wish I could've said "no" and just went home, thought about cookies or something.

I could feel Renesmee's fingers clench in mine and I thought to myself, I would give anything to know what she was thinking. The clearing's opening came up slowly and I turned in. The bike tilted -like every other freaking time I cross into the clearing- and Renesmee's hands tightened in mine and I could hear her screech.

It made me laugh because Renesmee is so different from any other girl I've ever been with. She was kind and sweet, she was terrified of my motorcycle, and she had morals.

This girl was something else.

"Put your head down!" I yelled and Renesmee did. She ducked and I maneuvered through the trees and bushes and around the rocks -for Renesmee's benefit, I liked the rocks, it was almost like a rollercoaster.

When we pulled into the clearing, Renesmee's muscles relaxed and her hand went limp in mine. I turned around to look at her and her head was down, her breathing even.

"You okay?" I asked softly. Renesmee took the helmet off her head and shook her head until her hair fell perfectly on her shoulders.

"Yeah." She panted. "Just, uh, a little shaken up." She mumbled. I laughed at her face and braced my feet on the ground before picking up the kick stand with my right foot. When I put the kick stand up I got off the bike and held Renesmee's hips when she climbed off. She stumbled and landed with her hands on my chest, standing on the very ends of her toes and she looked up at me, my hands still on her hips.

"Sorry." She said softly and stood upright, my hands fell off her hips and landed limply at my sides.

"Um, so, I brought you here because we obviously have some stuff to talk about." I started and Renesmee nodded, looking around. "C'mere." I said, holding my hand out. Renesmee took it and I walked towards the lagoon and sat down at the edge. Renesmee sat down across from me and looked at me right in my eyes.

"I'm ready to talk." Renesmee smiled.

"I want you to know what I'm willing to offer to you." I said, professionally for no reason. Renesmee nodded, her smile fading a bit and I continued. "Renesmee all I want is to be with you. I want to be able to hold you and keep you safe." I let it all rush out and Renesmee blushed.

"I know you do Jake." Renesmee said softly, biting her lip.

"Will you let me?" I asked and Renesmee looked down before looking at my face.

"Can I trust you?" Renesmee's eyes were liquid grass on mine.

"I can't promise you anything. There will be risks." I took Renesmee's hands in mine and she looked up at me, shocked.

"I know there will be risks… but I want to take them with you." Renesmee said softly.

"Are you sure? I mean, with Bryan I don't know if you're over him." I told Renesmee honestly.

"I don't know if I'll ever get over him. But, I want to try." Renesmee frowned a bit and then looked down at our fingers, intertwined and smiled.

"So, you want to do this then? You want to try with me?" After I said that, there was a long, painful silence that had my blood run cold.

"Yes." Renesmee said clear and boldly. I leaned forward, ready to kiss Renesmee right there and then. Renesmee leaned back and shook her head.

"What?" I asked, offended.

"I have to trust you first," Renesmee smiled, "That might take a while."

"I have a while," I whispered and I kissed her fingertips. Renesmee blushed and I smiled, glad I was the one to make her do that and glad that we were starting somewhere. It may be far from where I want to be, but it's somewhere.


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