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Renesmee

After Jacob dropped me off at home, we exchanged numbers and Jacob kissed my cheek, close enough to my mouth to make me shiver. I was falling in something with Jacob. I couldn't tell if it was like or -dare I say it- love.

As soon as I opened the door Jenkins padded down the stairs to greet me. I patted him on the head softly and he meowed happily. I pulled out the ingredients for chicken salad and started on it diligently, humming to myself and kicking off my boots, throwing them under the table and sliding around in my socks. I knew that if i didn't want my dad to find out I was hanging out with the very boy he hated, acting like I'd been home for a while was the best way to do it.

Jenkins was watching me and it almost looked like he was smiling at my dancing. So, I was smiling, Jenkins was kind-of smiling, and when my dad walked in and saw me smiling, he smiled too. He kissed my forehead as I mixed the salad and set his things down on the table.

"Had a good day?" My father asked, smiling.

"The best so far." I smiled and hummed again to myself, swaying my hips to my own made-up song.

"That's nice to hear." My dad laughed lightly and patted Jenkins on the head. "I'm starting to like this cat." My dad laughed as Jenkins rubbed against his leg and purred.

"He's a sweetheart. He just sits here while I cook." I smiled and winked at Jenkins who sill had that sneaky cat grin plastered on his face.

"I hope there's enough food in there to feed Emmett too." My dad mumbled.

"Emmett's coming?" I turned around, asking incredulously.

"Um… Rosalie's out of town and someone needs to cook for him." He shrugged. Damn it.

"I should probably make something else with it then, huh?" I sighed. I knew that if Emmett was coming we would need a lot more food. The man eats enough for three grown men! There was no way he would go home happy on a chicken salad.

"Thanks Rennie," My dad winked and kissed my forehead, calling me his own personal nickname that he only used when he was in an extremely good mood or was happy with me in general. "I'm going to change out of my suit!" My dad called from the stairs. I heard my dad's footsteps up the stairs and then they slowed, stopped, turned around, and started back down the stairs.

This was not a good sign.

"Hey Renesmee?" My dad called from the hallway before he reappeared in the kitchen.

"Yeah dad?" I asked, my back still facing him as I looked through the fridge for some kind of meat to feed Emmett.

"How'd you get home without your car? I mean, I was going to pick you up, it just slipped my mind." My dad asked. I froze with my back towards my dad and my eyes widened.

"Uh… I got a ride from a friend." It sounded more like a question than it did an innocent response, the truth, which was what I was going for but failed miserably to interpret.

"Which friend?"

"Um… a new friend." I shrugged, finding a huge pack of steaks and pulling out two.

"What's her name?" My dad pressed.

"Um… him." I said softly.

"Okay, what's his name?" He asked. I could tell my dad was liking this less and less.

"Jacob…Jacob Black." I muttered.

"Jacob Black?" My father snapped.

"Uh… yeah." I said softly.

"Didn't Carlisle tell you that boy was nothing but trouble?" My dad lectured.

"I know dad it's just-"

"No, 'it's just' nothing," My father mocked me, "I don't want to hear you were with him ever again." He sneered. I crossed my arms and shrugged.

"Then you can cook your own dinner." I snapped and stomped past my dad, up the stairs and into my room. Jenkins padded quickly behind me. I slammed the door behind him and flopped down on my bed.

"I hate him!" I screamed into my pillow. Jenkins got up on my bed and licked my neck. I pushed his little head away and he meowed. I lifted my head out of the pillow and looked at Jenkins. "I'm sorry." I said softly and pulled him into my lap. I scratched behind his ears and he purred, his long, black tail rubbing against the side of my neck.

I didn't understand why my dad was being so difficult!

There was nothing wrong with the Jacob I knew. He was sweet, and kind, and honest, and every time he was thinking his nose would wrinkle up and his eyes would form deep, brown orbs of innocent ignorance. Jacob was so amazing; I couldn't understand why everyone thought so little of him.

Especially my father who knew nothing about him.

And why should Carlisle say anything? What does he know about Jacob? He's seen him once or twice in the ER so he knows everything about him? My family is so hypicritical sometimes I swear! They all thought Bryan was the best thing that ever happened and look how well that turned out! I felt tears well up in my eyes. I just wanted my mom to come home already. I needed her to help me put all these new feelings into perspective.

Jacob was the best human being I'd ever met. I knew that Jacob was so much better than what people had made him out to be and I would prove that to my father one day. One day I would show my dad that Jacob was the prince charming I'd dreamed him up to be and more.

My phone vibrated in my back pocket and interrupted my thoughts. I looked down at the screen: One new message from: Jacob it read. I opened it and the message it held made me smile.

Wanna go to a party with me? If there was one thing I needed right now, it was a party... though I'd never exactly been to one before...

Definitely. What time? I sent back. I waited a moment before my phone vibrated again.

Eight. Will your dad let his princess come out and play? I could just imagine Jacob, smiling a wide, sarcastic grin as he sent the message.

Doesn't matter. I'm going whether he likes it or not. I sent back furiously.

Oh, excuse me. I'll be by to pick up the rebel at around 7:30. Jacob sent back. I smiled to myself and replied quickly.

The rebel would like that very much.

See you then. The new message read. I smiled to myself and then flopped back on my bed. I was going to a party with Jacob. Oh, I needed a dress... I have a dress, right? No, I have church dresses and I'm pretty sure "church" would not be the theme of this party. Then I needed shoes if I even came up with a dress! And my hair! What the hell was I supposed to do with my hair? I was sure I would need some kind of make up. Too bad I don't freaking have any... What kind of girl am I anyway? I can't even dress myself for a party! I looked over at my clock and almost shit my pants.

6:34 PM.

"Oh my God!" I shouted. I had -without exaggeration- nothing to wear. I had never been to a party in my life! I had no idea what to do with myself, but I had fifty-six minutes to find out!

I quickly dialed the number I used for crises like this one and my rescuer picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?" Emily answered.

"Em, do you have anything short and tight I can wear to a party?" I panicked.

"What color?" Emily replied, all business.

"Anything!" I shouted. There was some rustling before Emily spoke again.

"I'm on my way."

Thank God.

* * *

Emily had to climb up the side of my house and up the willow tree to get into my house, but she got in.

"Here." Emily laid out three dresses. One was yellow and short enough to be a tank top. The other was electric blue with a huge flower on the shoulder and the last one was black, short, and just what I needed.

"That one." I pointed to the black one and Emily smiled.

"Good choice." She smiled and threw the other two into her huge purse. "Go put this on and then I'll do your makeup." Emily shoved me into the bathroom and I stripped down to my underwear. The dress was a halter dress and was super short, if I ever walked out the door looking like this and my father saw me on the way out, he'd probably grab me by my hair, drag me up the stairs, take off his clothes, take off mine and trade with me. Yeah, that's the kind of guy my dad is.

The dress was around four inches above my knee and was just tight enough. I slipped it on and it fit perfectly on my hips and any hidden curves, making me feel like a woman rather than a teenage girl. I stepped out of the bathroom and Emily let out a low whistle.

"Damn girl." Emily laughed, holding Jenkins. "You is hot!"

"Shhh! My dad is downstairs and he doesn't know you're here… or that I'm leaving." I shushed Emily and she nodded, acting like she was zipping her mouth shut.

"Point me to your makeup and I'll do it for you." Emily smiled.

"Makeup?"

"Renesmee, please tell me you own makeup." Emily whined. This is why Emily is my best friend. Even though we've been a little distant lately, I can always count on her to help me out, even though she looked extremely dissapointed in me, I knew she had a plan B.

"Sorry-" I started lamely.

"Ugh, you are so lucky I came prepared." Emily got off my bed and Jenkins hopped off of her lap. She dug in her purse until she came out with a hairbrush and an enormous bag of makeup. "Sit down and cooperate unless you want to loose an eyebrow." Emily threatened. I sat down on the foot of my bed and Emily went to work, applying mascara and eyeliner, curling my eyelashes and putting eye shadow and blush on with the utmost diligence.

"Emily, what am I supposed to do with my hair?" I complained.

"Don't worry, I got you girl." Emily winked and pulled a curling iron out of her bag.

"Do you carry everything in there?" I asked incredulously.

"Just everything I need." Emily shrugged. She plugged in the curling iron and waited for it to get hot.

"You're ridiculous." I shook my head and sighed, I can't believe I was doing this.

"So, where are you going Ms. Thing?" Emily snapped her finger in a "Z" formation and I sighed. Emily was already putting me in a better mood with her fake "ghetto hairdresser" character she put on whenever we had sleepovers or were just playing around.

"Jacob is taking me to a party." I mumbled.

"Jacob Black?" Emily shouted.

"Shhh!" I shushed her again and she bit her lip.

"Sorry," she mouthed. "Are you going to dance with him?" She asked, looking way happier than was necessary.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"You don't know if you're going to dance with him, or you don't know how to dance?" Emily asked.

"Both." I muttered.

"Oh my God." Emily put her hand over her face and sighed. "I'll teach you." Emily nodded -mostly to herself- and then looked back up at me. "What time are you going?"

"He's picking me up at seven-thirty." I said softly.

"What? Why didn't you call me sooner?" Emily very nearly shouted as she looked over at the clock and realized it was six fifty-five.

"I literally just found out I was going!" I complained.

"Nessie! What the hell? Are you crazy?" Emily picked up the curling iron -which was now piping hot- and began making long, wavy, streams of hair fall down the front and back of my shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I was just so excited he was asking me out… am I doing this too fast? I mean, I just broke it off with Bryan and I'm already going dancing with Jacob. Am I a whore?" I asked, my voice rising a few octaves.

"Oh my God no!" Emily shook her head after she finished curling the last chunk of hair. It took her around twenty minutes to do all of my hair and when I looked over at the clock it was seven twenty-two. "That just makes you a lady pimp!" Emily smiled triumphantly and I slouched my shoulders.

"I don't wanna be a lady pimp." I frowned.

"Then don't go out looking like this 'cause you look, pimpin'!" Emily exclaimed. I gave myself a once over in my lengthy mirror and I have to say I looked pretty good. Not exactly "pimpin'" but, good nonetheless.

"Hey uh, no homo, but you look hot." Emily howled with excitement and I hugged her.

"Oh God Em, I don't know what I would've done if you weren't here." I sighed and Emily winked.

"You probably would've gone in one of those ugly-ass church dresses your daddy makes you wear." Emily snickered.I didn't take offense to it though, I knew it was the truth.

"Do you have-"

"Here." Emily handed me the heels I was about to ask her for and I smiled. Emily helped me strap them on and then stepped back, grinning, truly happy with her work.

"Okay, now for your dance lesson." Emily smiled. "Just pop your butt a lot." Emily explained, popping her butt as she spoke, "and shake around. Like a snake." Emily slithered up and down against my lamp and I looked at her, unable to say anything.

"What?" I asked after a long moment of silence.

"UGH!" Emily sighed. Then she made a face as if she'd just realized something. She turned on the radio and Shakira's "She-Wolf" played. "Oh yeah." She smiled wickedly and began to slither around the room, shaking and gyrating. I watched her and she made a gesture for me to copy her. I tried and she nodded like I was getting it. Then I was dropping and throwing my hands up and dancing with Emily.

"You got it girl!" Emily cheered as I danced, feeling completely stupid, but proud of myself at the same time. I was sure there was no way I was able to learn how to dance within the five seconds it took for Emily to teach me, but I knew she wouldn't let me go to this party looking like an idiot, I had to have at least looked okay.

Shakira's lyrics were all I could here "There's a she wolf in your closet, open up and set her free." The howl in the background rose goose bumps up my spine.

Tonight, I was the She-Wolf.

And I wanted to make sure Jacob saw that.

My phone vibrated on my bed and Emily tossed it at me. I caught it and looked at the new message I had from Jacob: I'm outside it read. I looked up at Emily and she smiled knowingly.

"I know, stay here, sleep in your bed, act like you." Emily rolled her eyes and I hugged her. "Be good, don't get pregnant." Emily joked as I climbed carefully out my window and swung down one of the willow branches, landing -surprisingly- on my feet.

Jacob hadn't seen me land like an Olympic gymnast and I was glad I hand't flashed some unwanted skin and really given Jacob something to dance about. I brushed myself off and Emily threw my cell phone out the window. I -barely- caught it and stuck it in the top of my dress before strutting out towards Jacob's car. The street lamp shone on me when I got near Jacob's car and his eyes were on the road as he was idly mouthing the words to some song on the radio.

Jacob's gaze moved casually onto me and then his jaw went slack and his eyes popped open.

Oh yeah, I was definitely the She-Wolf.

"Hey Jake." I said, smiling at Jacob, bending over to wave at him from outside. Jacob just stared at me with his mouth open. "Are you going to unlock the door?" I asked quietly. Jacob fumbled for the switch to open the doors and when the door unlocked I sat down next to him.

"Hu… hi Ness." Jacob swallowed hard and I thanked God for Emily internally. "You look, uh, you look amazing." Jacob mumbled. I smiled and bit my lip to keep from laughing.

"Where's this party?" I asked, waiting for Jacob to look up at my face.

"Um… Seth's. My friend Seth's house." Jacob shook his head and then looked at the road before driving around and out of the neighborhood.

"Seth Clearwater?" I asked. Jacob nodded eyes on the road.

"Yeah, how do you know him?" Jacob asked, tuning the wheel around to make a U-turn.

"We had the same third grade teacher… not that he noticed." I joked.

"I doubt that." Jacob mumbled to himself before looking at me again. "So, uh, why not the front door?" Jacob asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Oh… my dad doesn't know I'm out…" I muttered.

"Oh God." Jacob looked up and sighed shakily.

"What? Is there something wrong?" I asked. Maybe he didn't want me to go if I wasn't allowed, in which case, this would be all for nothing.

"That is… that's just… dear God." Jacob sighed, stopping abruptly as we came to a red light and putting his head down. "Are you always this insanely hot?" Jacob blurted out.

"Oh uh… No?" I answered, my face turning pink with embarassment. Jacob looked up at me and then leaned his forehead against the steering wheel again.

"I find that extremely hard to believe." Jacob sighed. The light turned green and Jacob hit his foot on the gas.

"Would you prefer I didn't?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. I figured if I wanted to sound at least remotely inviting I would have to play the same game he was playing with me. Jacob looked at me and shook his head fervently.

"No, that's fine," Jacob smiled; he was starting to act normal again and leaned back in his seat. "So, do you dance?" Jacob asked casually.

"Uh… not well," I laughed honestly.

"Alright, not a problem," Jacob laughed, "It's all about who's leading. You should be safe." Jacob put one hand on his steering wheel and ran his other hand through his hair.

"Well what makes you think you're so good?" I asked defensively.

"My dad taught my how to dance with ladies." Jacob retorted, laughing.

"I doubt we'll be dancing like ladies and gentleman," I joked.

"Good point, I'll just stand behind you." Jacob winked and I rolled my eyes.

"Sicko," I taunted him, knowing very well -however- that what he was saying was the truth, and he laughed.

"It's not sick if you like it." Jacob countered, smiling like he'd won the lottery.

"Oh my God." I sighed. Jacob laughed and we pulled in front of a tiny house blasting heavy rap music. I was surprised Jacob could find parking and he walked around to open the door for me. We held hands up to the door. I knew Jacob and I weren' together yet, but, holding hands still made my heart speed up at least ten times in my chest. Jacob pushed the door open and three guys lifted their cups in honor of Jacob. One was short and bulky, the other was tall and lanky, and the third was a mixture of the two.

"Hey guys. This is Renesmee. Renesmee this is Quil," Jacob pointed to the short, bulky one and I shook his hand. He eyed me suggestively before licking his lips and I almost threw up a little in my mouth, "This is Embry," Embry shook my hand and was a lot more polite. I could tell I would like him, "And this is Jared." Jacob gestured to the mixed looking one and he winked at me. I looked at him and he just smiled.

I was thoroughly creeped out.

"Hey Seth, c'mere!" Jacob shouted over the music and Seth looked over at where Jacob and I were standing, looked at me and then grabbed another tall, dark, muscular boy.

"Renesmee this is Seth," Jacob gestured to Seth -who'd definitely grown out of braces and overalls since the third grade- "And Paul." Then he gestured to Paul. Paul looked erratic, hair askew and his face lit up with a goofy smile, a glow stick necklace around his neck and a half-empty red cup in his hand.

"Hi I'm Paul." Paul repeated Jacob's introduction and reached out and hugged me.

"Hi Paul." I said loudly over the music after he let me go.

"No, my name is Paul." He repeated loudly. I laughed and covered my mouth with my hand, "What'd I say?" Paul looked at Seth who just shrugged and then rolled his eyes.

"Glad you could make it, Jacob's always talking about you." Seth winked and Jacob shot him a look.

"Is that true?" I yelled over the music, looking at Jacob. Jacob looked up before meeting my eyes.

"Maybe." He shouted. The one named Jared snickered and Jacob shot him a look too.

"He's utterly obsessed." Embry piped up. Jacob put his hand over his face and I laughed, putting my hand on his arm.

"Can we go somewhere quiet?" Jacob shouted and I nodded. Jacob pushed past his friends and I waved goodbye. Paul smiled and went off somewhere, dancing to a Lil Wayne song, without so much as a hint of rhythm, though I really shouldn't be talking.

"That was embarrassing." Jacob sighed as we walked outside to the house's tiny, green back yard. There was a set of tire swings and a football with a tiny wood fence around the entire back yard, a big willow tree in the center of all of it. Jacob and I walked towards the tire swings and sat down, facing one another.

"I think it's sweet that you tell your friends about me." I smiled and Jacob looked up from his folded hands.

"Really?" Jacob asked; his lips were holding back a smile. I nodded and Jacob looked up at the sky, filled with bright, white stars.

"You're friends are funny. Especially Paul." I laughed, thinking of that mess of a human being.

"Yeah, Paul's the funny one." Jacob rolled his eyes. "I uh… no never mind." Jacob said softly.

"Tell me." I prodded.

"Nah, it's stupid." Jacob shook his head and I dug the toe of Emily's heels into the ground, dirt caking the front. A bad habit I'd always had whenever I felt awkward. Emily would kill me for that later.

"Jake… please?" I pleaded. Jacob rolled his eyes and watched my face.

"I was going to play a game. I'll give you the names of the guys and you give me the first word that comes into your mind." Jacob rushed his words out as if I wouldn't like them any slower.

I laughed before answering "Okay, shoot."

"Paul."

"Hilarious." I smiled.

"Quil."

"Bulky."

Jacob laughed before moving on to the next name, "Embry."

"Polite." I nodded more to myself.

"Seth." Jacob watched my face as I thought of a good word.

"Friendly." I bit my lip, I knew who was next.

"Jared." Jacob said finally.

"Creepy." I blurted out. I covered my mouth with my hand and looked up at Jacob with my eyes wide. Why did I say that?

"Really?" Jacob chuckled.

"Well, I mean… I don't mean it in a stalker way, he just came off a little creepy." I tried to justify my answer and Jacob laughed again.

"S'okay, he is a little creepy." Jacob laughed. I laughed with him until our laughter faded off and the music dulled inside. "Have you ever thought you'd be better off with Bryan?" Jacob asked out of nowhere. I looked up at his face but it said nothing.

"You know something Jacob, everyday I think of him less, and of you more." I said softly. Jacob's head snapped up and he stared at my levelly in the eyes. His deep brown eyes held nothing but warmth and honesty.

"I wish you wouldn't have said that." Jacob said softly.

"Why not?" I countered. What I thought was the right thing to say, seemed to be crumbling in front of me.

"Because I want you to give yourself time to think about what you want." Jacob sighed and I couldn't believe he'd said that.

"Jacob… I want to hate you so bad, but I can't stop this anymore than you can." Jacob looked at me and I stared back into his eyes. We sat like that for a moment before the sliding door opened and Paul's head popped out.

"Hate to ruin the love connection, but your song is on Jake!" Paul yelled. As I listened closer Shakira and Beyonce's "Beautiful Liar" began to play it's first bars. I looked over at Jacob who was giving Paul the death stare.

"C'mon, you said you can dance," I got up from the tire swing and held my hand out towards Jacob, "Prove it." I challenged. Jacob smiled and took my hand before leading me inside where tons of people were gyrating against one another. Jacob spun me around just as the chorus began and my back was against him.

Here goes nothing.

I pushed myself against Jacob and he put his hands on my waist.

Then it started.

I was slithering up and down Jacob's body as he held on to my waist. I threw my arms up and put them around Jacob's neck. Jacob put his head on my shoulder as Shakira's part began. Jacob was breathing erratically in my ear and I was panting, my hair tossing all over my face. He spun me around again and then we were face-to-face. He pressed himself close to me and we were sliding up and down one another. Our foreheads touching, our breath in time. He put his hands on my hips and put his lips at my neck, his breath warm and even.

The song ended and Jacob and I stood there, wrapped in one another, panting.

Another song started playing but I wasn't listening. I was so focused on Jacob that I couldn't hear or see anything else.

"Renesmee I-" Jacob started but was interrupted by my phone, vibrating like crazy in my chest.

"Oh!" I yelled and pulled my phone out of the top of my dress. "Hello?" I yelled over the music.

"Renesmee! Get home now! I didn't open the door for your dad and now he's calling Emmett to knock it down!" Emily screeched.

"Oh my God! I'm on my way." I untangled myself with Jacob and he grabbed my wrist as I turned to run.

"What's going on?" Jacob yelled, to say he looked dissapointed would be a complete understatement.

"I have to go home." I called back. Jacob's face fell and I instantly regretting not letting him finish what he was about to say when my phone had first rung.

"I'll drive you," Jacob started digging in his pockets for his keys.

"No time!" I called, taking off my heels.

Then I ran for the front door.

"Renesmee!" I heard him cry behind me. I just bolted, ignoring him, thinking of nothing but the consequences of when Emmett knocked down my door and found Emily. I ran down three intersections and was almost hit by two different cars. My bare feet were slapping on the rough ground and were aching. I kept stepping on stray pebbles and twigs and it hurt like all hell.

My phone vibrated again and I picked it out of my shirt.

"Renesmee, what the hell is wrong with you?" Jacob snapped.

"I… can't… talk… right… now… I'm… running!" I panted and hung up. I had no idea how I found my way, call it rebellious teenager's instinct, but I did. I knew where I was going and I was going to get there whether my burning legs and feet wanted me to or not. I was almost there. I could see the street lamp by my house, burning bright yellow. I sprinted then and hauled myself at the willow tree by my window. I started climbing, gripping at branches and twigs, my left knee hit a branch… hard. I could almost feel the blood pouring out of my knee.

"Emily!" I whisper-yelled and the window flung open. Emily put her hand out and I took it.

Bright white lights flashed across Emily and I and we both froze. I thought for sure we were caught.

But, Emmett's Hummer just pulled into the driveway and he rang the doorbell underneath the willow. He was getting straight here from work which meant he would already be extremely adgitated. Emily hoisted me up and I fell onto the floor, gripping my knee.

Sure enough, it was gushing blood.

"Em, get my pajamas!" I whispered. She picked up an old t-shirt and a huge pair of flannel pants. I heard footsteps up the stairs and I panicked. Emily unzipped my dress and I kicked it across the room, shoving the pants on and Emily pulled the shirt over my head.

The footsteps were getting closer.

I snatched a rubber band from my dresser and tied my hair up in a messy bun. Emily already had a towel soaked in water at hand and wiped my face with it until most of the makeup was gone. I dried my face with the other end of the towel just as Emmett pounded on the door.

"Renesmee I'm going to give you three seconds to open this door before I break it down." Emmett shouted. I pushed Emily into my bathroom and shut off all the access lights.

"One…" Emmett started. I shushed Emily and slipped socks on to hide my bloody feet.

"Two…" Emmett continued. I crossed the room and shoved the dress and shoes under my bed.

"Three!" Emmett shouted and I flung the door open.

"What?" I snapped.

"Edward, she opened it!" Emmett called and my dad tumbled up the stairs.

"Why didn't you open it before?" My father yelled.

"I was too busy crying." I retorted.

"Over that Jacob kid?" He shouted incredulously.

"Jacob Black?" Emmett snapped.

"Yes okay! Jacob Black!" I shouted. "Now that everyone knows my big crush secret, you can leave." I shouted and shut the door. My father opened it right back up and walked into the middle of my room.

"Something's not right." He pouted. Emmett rolled his eyes and his stomach growled.

"Edward, my stomach is killing me. Can we please eat?" Emmett whined. Edward looked around and crouched to his knees, looking at the floor. I prayed to sweet Jesus up in heaven that my dad would not find the dress. Oh dear God do not let him find the dress! He stood up and looked around, noting the lamp I knocked over when I'd crawled in.

"What happened here?" He asked, picking up the lamp.

"It was Jenkins." I blurted out. He nodded and stepped around me towards the bathroom. Please don't, please don't, please don't open that door! I thought to myself, knowing that if he did, I was toast, burnt, buttered, left for the roaches toast.

"EDWARD IF YOU DON'T FEED ME SOON I'M GOING TO EAT YOU!" Emmett bellowed, his hands shaking and his face a frightening shade of red. Edward cringed but turned to face me.

"Alright young lady, you're obviously innocent this time... But I'm watching." My father threatened.

"Yes sir." I nodded, knowing just how close I had been to being one hundren-and twenty percent grounded and he sneered, walking out, gripping Emmett's by the top of his arm. I shut the door behind them and let Emily out of the bathroom.

"Oh my God that was so close!" Emily gushed.

"Yeah, but it was so worth it." I swooned and fell back on my bed. My heart was still beating a mile a minute in my chest and I was still so intoxicated by Jacob's breath on my neck...

"Tell me everything!" Emily jumped up and down on my bed and laid down next to me.

"Well, we talked. We had a heart-wrenching one-on-one. And… we danced!" I whisper-screeched. Emily's face looked like she was about to have a cow and I laughed.

"Was it sensual? Was it sexual? Did it make you horny?" Emily asked.

"Oh my God no! It was sensual, but nothing more than that. He put his lips on my neck though." I put my hand over my heart and sighed.

"According to Cosmopolitan magazine, that means he wants to kiss you!" Emily shrieked and I put my hand over her mouth.

"Not everything they say in Cosmo is the truth." I shook my head and took my hand off Emily's mouth, even though my heart ached, wanting to believe it.

"It's true though! It means he wants to FRENCH you!" Emily shook her shoulders and at that I had to laugh.

"I wish." I mumbled.

"Oh my God this is great! You guys are really cute together." Emily sighed and fell back on my bed next to me.

"I just wish things would go faster, y'know? I'm getting tired of waiting." I sighed.

"Oh damn girl." Emily laughed, "He'll kiss you. He wants to. He was going to, before your uncle had to come by and ruin everything." I didn't want to believe that Jacob was going to kiss me because it hurt too much to think I'd missed it. But I knew it was true. Everything Emily was saying was true.

"Whatever." I muttered and Emily laughed.

"Can I borrow some PJ's? I don't feel like going home." Emily got up and started sliding on my shorts and a tank top of mine.

"I haven't said yes." I complained.

"But you will." Emily winked and she got back into bed with me, rolling over under my covers. "Sleep tight Frenchie." Emily giggled.

"Shut up!" I very nearly shouted and hit Emily with a pillow.

"Touchy, touchy." Emily laughed. I knew it wasn't worth arguing with Emily over so I just shut off my table lamp and lay down, pulling the covers over me.

And then I dreamt of Jacob; kissing my neck, then my cheek, finally touching my mouth with his.


A/N: I know, I know it was amazing. Tell me just how amazing it was in TEN REVIEWS people! I'm telling you right now I'm not posting unil I get ten reviews, and that's that.

Thanks for everything you guys! I'm still sick but I'm pulling through just for you.

Much Love, Gabster (or Gabizzle as Alex likes to call me)