Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does, but I do owe all of you a lot of apologies!
A/N: WOW YOU GUYS! What a long time it's been! I feel so awful for making you guys wait this long! The thing is, I've had a lot of technical difficulties with my laptop. You see, my laptop crashed and all of my files crashed with it! I know, bad, bad, bad news. Well, this guy I know, Nelson, hooked me up big time. He got all my files onto an external hard-drive and saved it for me. So, here came the task of getting a new laptop...
My brother helped me with the money and I got me a new laptop, it took a lot of time and work to get it and here I am today!
Please don't hate me you guys, I'm really sorry I made you all wait this long! I want to dedicate this chapter to all of my readers, every last one of you, for putting up with me and being faithful to my story. It sucks it had to stop so critically important in the story but, I'm back now and nothing is going to keep me from posting!
Love you guys and... once again...
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Jacob
"Dude just get over it," Quil shrugged, tossing a football back and forth with Jared on my bed.
"Seriously, it's not worth getting all worked up over." Seth agreed, sharing a bag of chips with Embry on the floor.
"I don't know what happened but either way I don't think she'll call you back." Paul shrugged, playing Xbox on my TV.
"You guys really don't understand, do you?" I snapped and Paul looked up from his game.
"I guess not." Paul shrugged.
"Renesmee really does mean the world to me. I don't know what I did and now she hates me." I groaned, falling back into the leather chair at my desk. It was about two in the morning and I figured that meant the guys were sleeping over.
"Why don't you just call her?" Paul suggested.
"NO!" Everyone but Paul and I exclaimed.
"Why not?" I asked, really, honestly upset that I did nothing and now Renesmee was livid with me. Or maybe I did do something and I just didn't know what… but I'm sure if I did something this bad I would remember…
"Because, if she's upset with you then she should call you." Quil stated as if it was obvious.
"What the fuck Quil? If she's mad at me shouldn't I call her to apologize?" I asked incredulously and Embry snorted.
"I don't think so." Embry cracked. I sighed and grabbed my phone, locking myself into the bathroom.
I dialed Renesmee's number for the fifteenth time —without exaggeration— and waited for her to pick up. I prayed and prayed that she would answer...
Nope.
What the hell was going on? Why was Renesmee ignoring me and most importantly, why was she angry with me? Did I do something bad enough for me to be ignored like this?
I sighed but didn't leave a voicemail again. I had already left two and she hasn't said anything back so far so, what's the point?
"JACOB YOU BETTER NOT BEING CALLING RENESMEE!" That would be Jared calling me through the door.
"Nah, I'm taking a leak." I snapped. Jared kicked the door open and saw me sitting on the floor.
"Really? Are you wearing diapers?" Jared snapped sarcastically and Quil came in behind him, Seth on his tail.
"No, I… Yes I was calling Renesmee okay!" I admitted and Jared shook his head.
"You're pathetic." Jared sighed, crossing his arms.
"Wow, you guys are so nice." I grumbled, getting up off the floor. Seth grabbed the phone out of my hand and stuffed it down his pants.
"Seth what the fuck?" I yelled, running to charge Seth. Quil held me back and Jared just pressed his lips together, shaking his head.
"You need this Jacob, you're acting like a total girl!" Seth shouted and Embry shuffled into the bathroom.
"Hey, Junior just called me and asked if we could go to a party at his house tomorrow night." Embry announced.
"Perfect!" Quil cheered, letting go of me. I elbowed him in the gut and stepped on Seth's toe.
"OW!" They both yelled in synchronization.
"We're going." Jared told me without a hint of argument left in his voice.
"Shit." I mumbled, stuffing my hands into my pockets.
Some loud rap music was playing in the background as Seth, Paul, Jared, Quil, Embry, and I were standing in front of Junior's house. I took a sip from my red plastic cup, shoving my right hand into my jean pocket.
This was not fun.
"Woo! I love this song!" Paul cheered, throwing his hands up and shaking his hips with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out to some rap song playing in the background.
"Wow Paul, you're a fucktard." Quil snapped and Paul stopped, put his hands down and frowned.
"Let him dance, it's not like we're doing anything anyway." I sighed, taking another sip of the Pepsi-Mountain Dew-Vodka concoction that Paul made and he liked to call "Extreme Pepsi-Dew." It was way too much Vodka for even me to handle.
"I'm having fun, aren't you?" Embry asked, doing some weird dance, smiling a big, stupid grin.
"No." I stated bluntly.
"Stop being so bitter and dance." Jared snapped jokingly, taking a swig of his own drink; Whiskey and who-knows what else.
"I refuse to dance." I grumbled, taking another swig but spitting it out shortly after when I saw a pair of legs that I knew all to well step out of a very familiar white Sedan.
"Holy shit." I mumbled, turning to get a better look at Renesmee as she stepped out of her friend Emily's white Sedan. She looked absolutely amazing, just like she always did.
"Damn." Jared leaned back to look at Renesmee too who Emily met up with and linked arms with. I sighed, looking down at my shoes.
This sucks.
"She looks way better than you man." Quil nodded, staring at Renesmee as she walked past us in tight jeans and a sweater that just happened to hug every curve and turn on her body. I stared out after her as she walked past me, so close and then again, so far.
"I know." I muttered as she walked inside.
I'm glad she didn't see me. She probably would've slapped me again or stomped on my toe, and I was not in the mood for that.
"Wow. This was a bad idea." Paul mumbled. I sighed and finished off my drink, stomping inside for the sole purpose of getting a refill… and taking a look at Renesmee.
Inside was complete madness.
I didn't know who was going to clean up this mess before Junior's parents got home but it sure as hell wasn't going to involve me.
Everyone was squished up against each other, rubbing and dancing and doing something else. I briefly scanned the crowd for Renesmee but I didn't see her. The only thing visible was Junior in the middle of the crowd, dancing with some girl like he hadn't been close to one in his entire life.
I sighed and tossed my cup in the pile of garbage on the floor and walked out towards the back door. The cool air from outside washed across my face. I felt a little better once I was outside and sat down on a short tree stump.
Wow things have changed.
Renesmee hated my guts, my life was spiraling downwards, I was alone, and I was pissed off; all in a two day's time. I sighed and put my head in my hands, putting my elbows on my knees. Some weird love song played from the speakers in Junior's house and I sighed even louder.
After around what felt like five minutes I looked down at my phone's clock and realized I'd been out here for about an hour and a half.
"Wh-why are you out here?" A voice slurred from behind me. I turned because that was the voice I would walk through the fire for, Renesmee.
"Renesmee I-" She stumbled over to me and put her finger over my lips.
"Shhh." Damn. Her breath smelled like Peppermint Schnapps and it was not flattering.
"Holy crap Renesmee, how much have you had to drink?" I asked, steadying her as she swiveled off to the side.
"I dunno. I think I," She stopped to hiccup, "lost count at six… or whatever number comes after eight." She giggled uncontrollably and I sighed, holding her upright.
"Honey, you're a mess." I sighed looking deep into her eyes.
"Hey man, hey man, hey, hey… man… I hate you!" She squealed, trying to shake free from my grasp.
"Ness-"
"No! My name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen, and that's what my birfff cigarette says!" She smiled and even though she was sloppy drunk, it was still endearing and set my heart on fire.
"Did you mean birth certificate?" I corrected her and her face lit up.
"THAT!" She screamed into my face and I closed my eyes, holding my breath.
"You done?" I asked her, keeping my hands securely on her upper arms. She swerved again trying to nod and I set her down on the stump.
"Don't sit me down! I know where I am! This is my house!" She screamed. What the fuck? She wasn't even making sense anymore!
"Renesmee, you're drunk. Stop talking." I chuckled though because never in my life would I ever think Renesmee would get drunk like this.
"Jake, I know why I'm mad at you!" She sang out. I looked at her with my eyes wide open and crouched so I was on the balls of my feet in front of her, her sweet liquor-scented breath covering my face.
"Why are you mad at me?" Now I would finally be able to know why she wasn't talking to me. Now I could finally convince her otherwise.
"'Cuz you're an asshole!" She yelled and started to laugh hysterically, almost falling over the stump.
Jeez that stung.
"Renesmee-"
"I'm not done!" She screamed, suddenly full of rage. I looked at her wide-eyed, waiting for her to finish, "You're a liar too Jacob White!" She yelled.
"My name is Jacob Black," I corrected her. She cracked up laughing again and I sighed, "And how am I a liar? When did I ever lie to you?" I asked, trying to get her to pay attention to me.
"Don't act like you don't know! Don't make me say it again!" Renesmee stomped her foot onto the ground and tried to stand up, wobbling and then falling forward, knocking my backwards with her on top of me. "I love you so much!" She sobbed, crying into the front of my shirt.
"Renesmee, I…, hold up." I tried to maneuver her arms and legs so I could sit up and she could sit next to me but settled on her straddling my lap as I sat upright.
"How could you do that to me?" Renesmee sputtered, sniffling and running her arm under her nose.
"What? What did I do? Tell me Renesmee!" I shook her a little and her head snapped back and forth.
"You- oh no." Renesmee put her hand over her mouth and made a hiccupping noise.
Oh no was right.
If she puked on me then we would really have a problem. I shimmied out from under her and helped her up. I pulled her long hair into my hands and sure enough once I'd pulled her hair out of her face she blew major chunks.
It sounded a little like this:
"Jacob, puke, I'm so, puke, sorry! I, puke, never wanted, puke, you to see me, puke, like this! PUKE!" I sighed and patted her back as she heaved and gagged. It made me feel really bad to have Renesmee like this when I much rather wanted her sober.
"Sure, sure." I sighed, truly upset with my current situation. When Renesmee finished puking she stood up, wiped her mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me as close as possible.
"Don't leave me tonight." She whispered and I nodded, putting my hands on her hips, "Promise me." she ordered.
"Promise." I whispered against her hair. It smelled like strawberries, much better than the rest of her smelled. I knew she was angry with me and the only reason why she was drunk was because she was angry with me. I just didn't know what I did.
"C'mon sweetheart." I told her carefully, hoping she wouldn't say anything after I used my term of endearment. She didn't. She let me support her and walk her out to the path that led to the front of Junior's house without going through the house. I found my car and unlocked the door. Renesmee smelled like sour milk and Peppermint Schnapps but I really didn't care. She was still Renesmee, the love of my life and even thought she was furious with me for some reason I didn't understand, she was here with me now and that's all that mattered.
"Where are y… where are you going to take me?" Renesmee asked, closing her eyes and sighing with her head against the passenger window. She was starting to get less annoying which was good because God knows I can only take so much.
"Your house." I said quietly, pulling out of Junior's driveway.
"NO!" Renesmee all but screeched, making me swerve and almost hit a mailbox.
"What? Why not?" I shouted, pissed off that I almost caused a major accident.
"I'm sleeping at Emily's. Drop me off there," Renesmee told me quickly, her words all slurring into one sentence so it sounded more like "I'msleepingatEmily'sdropmeoffthere."
"Okay." I mumbled a little defensively.
"Since you lied and you're not going to stay with me." Renesmee added almost incoherently.
"Renesmee you know deep down that if I stay with you and you sober up you're going to kick my ass." I argued. Turing into Emily's close-by neighborhood that I remember dropping Renesmee off on Christmas Day.
"Well you never gave two-shits about me anyway!" Renesmee yelled and I shook my head.
"That's bullshit and you know it." I snapped and Renesmee shook her head, her lips in a thin line.
"I'm not enough for you. You're such a bastard." Renesmee mumbled and I scoffed.
"You were never enough for me? I was going to propose to you!" I yelled, instantly regretting the words once I'd said them.
"Yeah well, I don't even know what that means!" Renesmee yelled. Oh, that's right, Renesmee's shit-faced drunk. She won't know the difference whether or not I even proposed to her right now. I braked in front of Emily's and Renesmee stuck her tongue out at me.
"I hate you." She spat coldly.
"Love you too, babe." I winked, knowing she would never know the difference. Renesmee frowned and grabbed my face, kissing me with so much passion it hurt.
"Fuck you." She snapped when she let go and flung herself out of the car, stomping up the driveway where Emily threw the door open and grabbed Renesmee, covering her with "Where have you been?" and "What the fuck is you're problem?" And the ever-faithful, "Is that Jacob in the car?"
It's been a week.
It's been a week since Renesmee's talked to me or even really looked at me for that matter.
She doesn't remember shit from the party when I drove her home and she kissed me.
The guys aren't even enough to make me smile or laugh anymore. My hair is a little bit past my earlobes now and I look a mess everywhere I go. Every morning I look in the mirror and I see myself looking worse and worse.
I have a pimple.
I haven't had a pimple since the seventh grade.
It hurts and it's huge and pink and right in the center of my forehead, hidden underneath the mop on my head that I've started to call "hair." It hurts and every once in a while when I put my hand on my forehead or wipe the hair out of my face, it throbs like it's sending messages to the mother ship.
I've lost ten and a half pounds.
I look ridiculous.
My once beefy and muscular build looks almost as lanky and pathetic as Embry's.
Well, maybe not that bad… I would still consider myself pretty hot, just not as attractive and heartbreaking as I was before.
My skin is actually getting paler.
I don't think anyone understands why this is so shocking to me. I'm Native American. I grew up on the rez. Kids like me shouldn't be even remotely close to pale. Now I'm awkward and horrific and numb.
I never really realized how pathetic and sad my life was without Renesmee to keep me company until I started to shrink and grow pimples like they're in season. And that's not even the worse part.
Every freaking day Renesmee seems to look better and better.
It's like every waking second Renesmee just gets prettier and prettier. Her skin glows even though she's almost translucent, her hair gets shinier and shinier and her curves just get curvier and curvier. Maybe I'm just imagining things.
Oh yeah, it gets better.
She's made it clear that she doesn't want to talk to me.
The Monday after our weekend-long split Renesmee didn't even let me try to explain myself. She sat in the desk farthest away from me in Mr. Kenneth-Jones's class and wouldn't even glance my way during lunch.
Oh and I bet you think that's it, but, it gets worse.
That same Monday Junior came in with a hickey on his lip. No one thought it possible for anyone to get a hickey on their lip but leave it to Junior to find a way. He was telling us this great story about how it happened and when someone asked him who the girl was do you know what he said?
"Renesmee Cullen."
I shit a brick.
I put my hands around Junior's neck, intent on squeezing the purple right out of his lip. "That's my girlfr-" I almost yelled. But I had to stop myself because, oops, my mistake, SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE!
So, I think it's safe to say Renesmee's winning because hell, I look like I should be in one of those commercials where people donate money to poor African children and Renesmee looks like Zeus gave birth to her. Besides that, she hooked up with Junior who used to pretty much be my splitting image, before I started to look like Frodo from Lord of the Rings.
All in all, I gotta hand it to you Ness, you're one bad bitch.
I just still wished you belonged to me.
A/N: Yeah, I know! Poor Jacob! I just wanted to point out that I dedicated that little "Frodo" reference to Alex because there's a teacher at our school who kinda looks like Frodo anyway.
HA!
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