"Renesmee, can I talk to you?" Uncle Jasper tugged lightly on my arm. Everyone else was overly interested on Luke's story about his life in New York. Everyone except Jacob and Uncle Jasper. Even Alyssa seemed interested. Both Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rose at a hand on her just incase. He was a vampire they didn't know.

"S-sure." I stammered. I was surprised that he approached me before I had the chance to ask him what was wrong. This was very new. Everything involving me was discussed between the adults before I knew about it. Uncle Jasper seemed to desperately need to get to me before anyone else. "We can go-" I was cut off by the sudden movement of my body.

Uncle Jasper scooped me up and flitted up the stairs. He put me down when we were inside my fathers office.

I pulled myself up to sit on the desk, my eyes followed Uncle Jasper as he paced in front of me. "What is it?" My voice sounding unsure.

"This Luke kid. I'm not getting good vibes off of him." Uncle Jasper shook his head as he paced. "Something, something's not right. There's too much anger inside of him." He suddenly stopped and looked up at me. "I feel it."

"So, Uncle Emmett has a lot of rage stored up too." I pointed out.

"True, but I don't know this kid. Please be careful around him. I tried telling your father about this, but he sees nothing wrong with him. His thoughts are clean." He hung his head in defeat. "Please," Uncle Jasper whispered. He took my hands in his, pleading with me. "I see the look in your eyes, your quite taken by him. Promise me you will be careful. I'm sure if your father lets you be together, you wont listen to me if I ask you not to, right?"

I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

"Figures," he sighed. "Do you always have to be as stubborn as your mother?"

I shrugged. "Sorry."

"Just be careful with him. You can come to me about anything you might not want to talk to you parents about. No matter what it is."

Something was really bothering him, but he seemed to let it go for now. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Uncle Jasper!"

"No problem kiddo."

The time Luka and I were apart seemed to hit me as soon as I walked back into the living room. I missed him. "Hey!" I said excitedly as I skipped across the room.

"Hello." Luke smiled warmly at me.

Jacob snorted and walked out of the room.

I watched him stomp towards the basement door. He yanked it open, then slammed it shut behind him.

My dad looked at me then at my mother.

"I got it." She sighed and stood up.

"No," I reached out to stop her. "I'll talk to him. He's mad at me."

"Honey…" My mom was about to object, but I held up my hand to stop her.

"I cant have you holding my hand my entire life. If he was mad at you, you could handle it. It's me, for some reason he's mad at me."

I waited for a few moments, waiting for my mom to say something. She seemed to be fighting with herself on the inside. I could tell by the look my father was giving her as he listened to her thoughts. I took a step towards the door and her eyes narrowed, but she didn't move. I walked the rest of the way without her stopping me.

"Jake?" I asked as I walked down the dark staircase.

He didn't answer me.

"Jakey?" I whispered this time.

"Don't," Jacob growled. He was facing the wall, his hands pressed against the wall over his head balled into fists. "Call me that."

I was taken back. I've always called him that. "Why not?"

"I don't want you to anymore."

"Jacob." I wined. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

His hands fell to his side with a light slap, and he took a deep breath before turning to look at me. "You don't get to be upset!"

I stepped back, it felt like he punched me in the stomach.

"I don't know what to do anymore." Jacob shrugged.

I shook my head, confused. "Do about what?"

Jacob closed the space between us in two strides, his hands clasped around the tops of my arms. "You and me, Renesmee! Us." He hissed.

"HA!" I laughed once, not sure what else to do.

"There is no us, Jake. You're so much older than me. You're my mother's best friend! How can there ever be an us?!"

"I'm 16, you're 15. I don't see a huge age difference there."

"Aren't you like 2 years younger than my mom? She should have been 29 this year!"

"Not aging!" Jacob yelled in my face. He let go of my arms and turned to walk away from me. His hands moved to his head and he pressed against his temples. "Damn it, Nessie! We're meant to be together, but your raging teenage hormones are making this process very difficult!"

"Meant to be? This process?" My head spun as I fought to make sense on what he was saying. "What the hell are you talking about, Jacob?"

"You heard it the other night." Jacob paused. He walked back over to me. His head bent down so our eyes were level. "Imprinting." He whispered.

I shook my head, still confused. I did remember my mom saying it the night of my birthday party.

"I've loved you before you were born. Before you were even a sparkle in your mothers eye. We were made for each other. The second I saw you I understood the relationship Bella and I had. You were what held me, and," Jacob paused as he swallowed hard. "You still hold me…" Jacob went on explaining the power of Imprinting. How Quil had imprinted on Claire when she was only 2 years old, and that Seth imprinted on Alyssa, Sam and Emily. And apparently I was supposed to be with Jacob.

I felt my face turn red. "Are you trying to say I have no choice but to be with you?" I hissed through my teeth.

"No, but…"

"But what, Jacob?! Huh? I have no choice as long as that choice is to be with you? You seriously think you have this moronic wolfy claim over me?!"

My mothers laughter brought me up straight. "I said the exact same thing when I found out." Her smile faded as she looked from me to Jacob. "I really wish you didn't tell her like this. She's supposed to make that decision on her own. I fought with everything I had to keep Edward from coming down here instead of me."

"YOU KNEW!!" I screamed as loud as I could. It didn't sound like a question, it was more of an accusation.

"Renesmee…" My mom reached out for me, but I jumped away from her.

"No!" I yelled. "I make my own decisions! This is my life!" I had no idea why I was being so stubborn. I always liked Jacob more than I thought he like me. I could easily take him in my arms and make him mine. After all he already said he was mine. No. I wanted to be able to make that decision on my own. I wanted to have relationships like a normal person. That's exactly what I was going to do. If I was truly meant to be with Jacob, than destiny will find it's way. Until then I'm not going to throw away my decisions because I was born to be with Jacob. I was born to be my own person.

I turned and ran up the stairs. My father stood, ready to catch me. "Don't touch me!" I snapped. He knew about it too. I felt betrayed that my own parents were keeping secrets from me. I stormed past him on a mission. My eyes locked on my desire. I confidently walked right up to Luke, flung my arms around his neck, and crushed my lips to his.

The entire room was silent. Luke grabbed onto my hips and pushed me away from him. He smiled down at me. "Hi." He sighed. His face reflected what I felt. I knew this was the right decision. To me, being with Luke right now, felt right. If I was really meant to be with Jacob, than, when I'm ready, I'll know.

"Lets get out of here." I whispered. With one last glance at my uncle Jasper, I let Luke lead me out of the house.

"You're just going to let her go?" I heard Jacob yelling.

"He'll being her home when she's ready. Let her blow off some steam. You gave her a mouthful Jacob. By the way, thank you for that!" My dad growled.

"Where to my lady?" Luke asked as he bent down to kiss me again.

"How about we go hunting!" I said excitedly. I haven't been hunting in so long.

"You hunt?" Luke asked surprised.

"Of course I do!" I giggled.

"My kind of woman." Luke chuckled. "Ok, come on!" Luke disappeared and I kicked a stone across the street, waiting for him to realize I wasn't behind him.

He appeared behind me and I felt his arms wrap around my waist. "What happened?"

"I may be half vampire, but I can't run as fast as you." I shrugged.

"So how do you travel?"

I held my hand out in front of me pointing down to the ground and twirled my finger. "Turn around." I ordered.

"Nice." Luke hissed.

I climbed into his back and he took off running.

We ran until we reached Connecticut. The forest stretched out in front of us. "All the bears you want." Luke said as he placed me on the ground.

I reached up on my toes to kiss him. "Race ya!" I yelled and ran further into the trees.

Luke laughed behind me and he disappeared. Suddenly his arms were around my waist and we toppled to the ground. Both of us laughing.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Luke said softly. His hand lightly traced my jaw line, down my neck where his hand wrapped around it.

"Luke," my voice shook.

He lowered his head so his lips brushed up against mine.

"Hunting." I said breathlessly.

"I found what I want to devour." Luke said seductively, and his lips moved to my neck. He kissed me there softly then moved up to my ear. "You smell so good." He whispered into my ear, and grazed his teeth against my earlobe.

I shivered. "Er, Luke." I wiggled under him until he let me go. "I'm sorry, I'm not ready for that yet. Can we take things a little slower?"

I stood up and went to start my hunt.

Luke's arms were tight on my arms and he pushed me against a tree so hard that it swayed. I felt the bark of the tree scratch up my back. "Come on, you know you like me as much as I like you. What are you waiting for? You saving yourself for that dog?"

"Leave Jacob alone!" I snapped. "And no, I'm not saving myself for anyone. I'm just not ready, yet."

Luke let me go and kissed my neck again. "I can wait." His voice vibrated on my skin.

He reached down and took my hand. "Come on, lets hunt."

We took turns watching each other hunt for a while.

"You're a natural." Luke said as I kicked my last kill to the side.

"Thanks, I had a lot of teachers." I chuckled. "You're not so bad yourself." I pointed out.

Luke Shrugged. "I know."

He bent down and let me climb onto his back.

"Hurry up, it's late and my fathers not going to be happy." I said and Luke nodded.

When we got back to the house Luke pulled me in to kiss him once more before he left.

I walked inside feeling lightheaded from the kiss.

"Have a nice night?" Jacob said coldly. He was sitting on the couch in the dark, his arms tight against his chest.

"Yes, I did." I said just as coldly. "We went hunting in Connecticut."

"You went out of state to hunt?" Jacob sounded a little happier with that information. "Did you hear that Edward, the leech took her out of the state to hunt!"

"I heard Jacob." My dad appeared at the top of the stairs.

"I'm back safe, not a hair out of place." I assured him. My back hurt a little from being slammed against the tree, but other than that I was perfectly fine.

He nodded as he descended the stairs towards me.

"I'm home before 9." I pointed out.

He nodded again.

"Good night." I tried to take advantage to the no speaking thing, but my fathers arm caught me on the second stair.

"Don't be mad at Jacob." My dad started. "His heart is in the right place."

"I'm not mad." I sighed. I really wasn't, at least, not anymore.

"That's good. Please don't bring Luke into this if this is some kind of teenage rebellious thing." My dad pleaded.

I shrugged. "Don't know what you're talking about. I like Luke and he likes me too."

"If that's what you truly want. Don't try and prove a point that you make your own decisions. We all know you can. That's why your mother and I moved you away from La Push. So you had a chance to grow and make your own decisions."

"That's good, and I thank you for that. I'm tired. Goodnight."

"Your mother is in her room." My dad called after me. "Just incase you want to talk to her." He added.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I said and walked up the stairs. I paused on my parent's floor and looked down the long hall to their closed bedroom door. The light from the bedroom shone through the small crack on the floor.

Goodnight, Mom. I thought and continued up to my room.

I pulled my shirt off as I walked towards my bathroom. It stung as the fabric rubbed against my back. I made sure I had my thoughts to myself as I turned my back towards the mirror to look at my back. Scratches from the tree lined my back. I knew if I opened the peroxide that my parents would smell it and come investigate. The scratches didn't break the skin so no blood was exposed. I got lucky this time. My dad and Jacob would have blown it way out of proportion if they found out what happened. Luke just as to realize I'm not as indestructible as he is. If my father was able to do it with my mom than I was sure Luke would have no problem. I hope.