Renesmee Cullen

I made my way to school on that Monday morning with a conquest…to get to the end of the day as quick as possible.

I couldn't wait to get home to Jacob, my beau. After what happened the night before, I couldn't help but ponder about it this whole morning. I even dreamt about our night together, replaying it in my deep sleep.

After that night, I can sense a huge difference between the two of us. We are closer than we've ever been –I know, hard to believe we could be even more closer than we already were – and it's a lot harder to depart from each other. It's only been thirty minutes since I last felt the touch and presence of my mate and I'm already dying from depression inside. He had work and I had school today and at this very moment, I despise the world.

But I just thought of all the wonderful times we do spend together and could not be ever more excited and eager to experience them in eight more devastating, terrible hours. To be able to feel him, to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him tight to my body…

Last night was the start of something new in our relationship and the peak of how serious we really were. Before, I was relatively chaste minded, oblivious and someway clean but after last night, after seeing Jacob in all his wonderful glory, after our bodies mended together like nails and sticks…I couldn't help my mind from running wild. I was definitely open-minded, aware and forever tainted (in a very satisfying way).

As much as I felt completely nervous baring all of me in front of him, I couldn't help but imagine how Jake was feeling.

But I'm sure in his case it would have been a lot better, I mean, guys are usually comfortable in their own skin and especially Jacob since he's always walking about half naked in my grandparents' house –not that I minded that one bit.

I knew Jake preferred a clothing optional policy since it was pretty much unexpected when he'd phase out of the blue but in respect of me and my family from being scarred, he always managed to wear an appropriate dresscode. I have never seen a man in any state of bareness –well, I do see the wolves always with their shirts off and in just shorts – but seeing Jacob in all his manliness made me question my life. I hate to be kinky about it I just have to point it out…

Are all men naturally that well-endowed?

I swerved the steering wheel thus moving my car to the left as I avoided the tree branch in the middle of the road.

Holy crap!

Nope! Nessie! Don't think about it! It's bad! Don't think about your boyfriend's package! You are better than this.

But Jake is really…

I shook my head.

But…

Maybe it's a wolf thing. Or maybe it's a Jacob thing.

I shook my head, giving myself a light slap against my cheek to snap myself back to reality. When I suddenly regained my focus, I exhaled a heavy breath.

I pulled into the school parking lot, watching all the kids laughing as they approached the school building.

As I was driving through the parking lot of the crowded cars and people, I noticed something peculiar far ahead, behind the large amount of students rolling in. I furrowed my eyebrows when I fixed my gaze on the large man with resting anger face, dressed in a dark suede jacket.

I widened my eyes in shock as I realized who it was.

Ray Parker.

His eyes were fixed directly on me in my car, not even one blink could move his focus from me. The scrutiny was deadly.

I immediately took a turn and parked on the open space between a few cars by one of the bushes. The moment I stopped the car, I took a second to breathe and glanced back to ensure that he disappeared but there was too many people to see.

I sighed. "Just follow the crowd, Nessie." I stated, nodding my head in approval as I slipped out of the car with my bag shrugged onto my shoulder. A bunch of junior girls past me in an enormous group and I took that as a sign to make a run for it. As I decided walking with the junior girls, they all turned to me.

"Hi!" I smiled brightly. "Don't mind me! I'm just trying to avoid someone."

"Oh! Is it a guy?" The two twins of the group asked me. I nodded. "I hate boys!" One of the twins said.

I smiled awkwardly as the group of girls engaged in conversation. I popped my head over their heads slightly to see that Ray was nowhere in sight, or at least not where he was before.

"Thank you so much!" I told the girls quickly before hurriedly making my way to the building and running through the doors.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I uttered out to every person I passed. "Coming through!" I articulated rapidly as I dashed my way to the library.

The minute I entered through the doors of the huge library occupied by literature and computers, I scanned the room to see Alex sitting by an open table.

"Omigosh! You will not believe who I saw at the parking lot when I came in. Ray Parker." I said to her in shock as I made my way to her. "Wait…you picked the library for us to meet up? How do you even know where the library is?"

"The Wi-Fi connection is stronger here." She replied to me.

I nodded. That explains a lot.

"Wait. You saw Ray Parker?" She demanded. I nodded vigorously. "What is he doing here?"

"I don't know." I said to her, taking the seat. "Do you think…?" I paused.

She frowned. "He couldn't! Can he? I mean…no he wouldn't!" She said to me, shaking her head. My eyes bulged as I stared at my friend, uncertain. "No." She shook her head vigorously.

"What is it?" I asked her, nervous.

She sighed. "I just thought that he probably wants to kill you but…I guess I shouldn't be so morbid." She said.

I frowned. "Kill me? I didn't even do anything wrong."

"Well he technically it's not what you did but what your kind did to him. Remember the whole story of his family bloodline being decimated seven years ago?" She told me.

"Those were vampires?" I questioned. She frowned as she took a few chips from her chip packet.

"I thought you knew." Alex told me as she popped a few crisps in her mouth. I shrugged. "Well, I mean it could be a theory, right?"

"B-but…he helped us." I pointed out.

"Yeah but he's also meant to be your mortal enemy." Alex pointed out. "Oh my god! These potato chips are so good!" She mumbled as she crunched down a few more.

I thought about what she said but it just didn't seem to make sense. Why would Ray Parker want to come after me? Is it because I was connected to vampires and he somehow thinks we were involved in the killing of his family? Or was he after me specifically?

"Or maybe I'm wrong…maybe it's really all in our heads. Maybe Ray Parker isn't out to get us or you! But either way I've got my crossbow, ready for action." She told me.

"You bring it to school?" I questioned. She nodded.

"And my daggers, yes." She said casually. I widened my eyes. "What? There are crazy psychos around here!"

"At school?"

She shrugged. "You never know."

I scoffed. "Wonder if your dad permitted that." I chuckled, cringing at the mention of her father. As much as things are okay between Alex and I, the same couldn't be said with her father. I still had some mixed feelings about him and the fact that he practically forced his only daughter into the world of supernatural.

When Alex told me the story of how she found out about the supernatural, I was absolutely shocked at how a parent could scar their own child like that but Alex told me that that's what she expected from her dad. Their relationship wasn't all that great –as she told me before – and when she told me about it, that's where my dislike and cautiousness for her dad came. I could see the potential dangers of being a friend of a vampire hunter but I try to overlook all of that and have hope that we could work it out. After all, my mother and father –and even Jacob and the family – were a testament that two different species can get along.

"Um…about that. So my dad told said…" She stopped herself mid-sentence as she gazed into my eyes. "You know what? Nevermind!" She shook her head.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Okay!" I said as I pulled out my diary to check my schedule and that's when a realization hit me.

I shot my head up. "Oh my god!"

Today would have exactly been a year since I met Lizzie.

It wasn't that I forgot about Lizzie completely from my life, I mean I could never forget a woman so courageous as to risk her own life for someone like me. I could never forget a woman who I have come to know as a friend of mine, even despite recent events that led her to walk out on her child's life.

"What is it?" Alex asked me.

"Nothing, it's just, uh…" I paused as I shut my diary and slipped it into my bag. "Today would have exactly been a year since Liz – Ms. Maguire first started teaching here."

Alex smiled sympathetically. "Yeah, I know how close you two were." She pointed out.

I smiled slightly. "Well…anyway." I sighed.

"Something's different about you?" Alex questioned. I frowned.

I looked up. "What?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to put my finger on it but you're…glowing!" She pointed.

"What do you mean? There's nothing different about me!" I told her in defense.

"Nope. Something is different."

I felt my cheeks burn as I pulled my books out of my backpack and placed them on the table, beginning to write some of the homework I couldn't get to doing over weekend.

"Oh my god!" Alex gasped out, shifting from her chair slightly. She caught me. "You and Jake totally boned down last week! Didn't you?" She exclaimed.

I kept quiet as I bit my lower lip and dug my fingers through my hair, trying to hide my blushing face. She gasped yet again.

"Oh my…wow! Nessie!" She called out, laughing hysterically.

"Can we talk about something else, please?" I giggled nervously.

"Yeah sure, I have a friend. She and her boyfriend had epic sex last weekend and she's a total kink!" She pointed out, nudging my arm. I darted my head towards her.

"Could you say that a little louder? I don't think everyone in the room heard you." I said to her.

"Come on, Nessie!"

"No, Alex! I am not going to tell you anything because when I do you always throw it back in my face and embarrass me in front of everybody." I said.

"Oh come on! When did I ever do that?" She asked.

"Last week. My birthday. Jake and Seth's apartment. Never Have I Ever?"

She laughed. "Well congratulations! I can't wait to tell Seth so we can throw a party."

I groaned, blushing so hard, as I held my head in frustration.

I really did not want to talk about my sex life with Alex.

Oh my god! I finally have a sex life!

I have a sex life at age eight!

"Oh my god! I just realized you're an eight year old non-virgin." She pointed out as if she read my mind.

I banged my head against the table.

She giggled and decided to change the subject for the sake of my sanity. Finally!

"So what's your deal with Jennifer by the way? How do you even know her? And how do you know her brother?"

I sighed, shooting my head up. "Well…her brother's sort of a family friend and I guess I just know her because of him."

"Are they also…?" She questioned, hoping I understood what she was saying.

I've understood almost anything an adult would at the tender age of a few months so it was pretty hard not to understand what a person is thinking or saying.

"Yep! But they're both like me though. Hybrids." I told her.

She widened her eyes. "Wow! Okay! That's a lot to take in. How many vampires are in this town? Is Oakland Woods actually becoming Hotel Vampsylvania?"

I could tell she was uncertain about the revelation.

"Don't worry about it. They agreed they would not feed anywhere near the town." I assured her.

"Okay but you do know that if my dad finds out that more vampires come into town then our truce with you guys will be tainted and be considered redundant, right?" Alex pointed out. "They were not part of the truce."

Oh god. I didn't think of that. I guess that was why my father and granddad were a little skeptical and uneasy when Nahuel and Jennifer moved down here.

"I don't think they'll be here long." I hope not. "Are you going to tell your dad about them?" I asked, kind of hoping she wouldn't.

I don't want any bad blood with anyone. I've had a brush of that with the Volturi and I don't need that with a bunch of humans with supernatural weapons that could kill vampires.

"No! No! Of course not. I don't want to be caught in any more drama. Let's just hope he doesn't find out." She said.

I nodded my head.

Suddenly, a strong, alluring familiar sent travelled through my nose and I abruptly felt a sting on my throat.

"Hey, guys!" I heard the syrupy voice of Felicity Stone reach my ears like chimes.

I tilted my head to see the source of my uncomfortableness. I immediately sucked in a heavy breath and held it in so that I only breathed through my mouth. Unlike a vampire who can live forever without breathing, I can hold my breath for at least two hours at a time, if I'm really lucky, maybe even close to twelve –that's if I'm really lucky.

The small, beautiful blonde came to us and took a seat next to me. I turned my head to the side slightly to refrain from staring at her neck.

Dammit! Why did she have her hair pulled up?

I don't know what's been happening to me. Ever since I came back from Forks a couple of months ago, I've found that every time I'm around Felicity, all I think about is her blood. And lately, her blood's been even more appetizing to me. I thought it was because I haven't hunted in a while but even when I hunted last week, nothing changed.

I don't normally crave human blood I mean ever since I began interacting with a crowd of humans seven years ago, I definitely learned to control myself. And even when I first started school where thousands of humans lurked the grounds around me, I was always able to control it but Felicity's blood always seemed different. I just never paid attention to it.

Until now.

"Hi!" She nudged me. I smiled, nodding my head.

"What's up with the scarf?" Alex posed.

I noticed then that Felicity had on a patterned polyester scarf wrapped around her neck and she was holding onto it, like she didn't want it to come off.

"What do you mean? It's fashion."

"Not when it's seventy-eight degrees outside." Alex pointed out.

"Actually it's sixty-four." I corrected.

"Are you serious? I can never keep up!"

"Well uh…anyway! So…" Felicity paused, grinning between us. "I've narrowed down my list of ten top colleges to three top schools. Columbia, Harvard and Stanford."

"Omigosh that's amazing!" I pointed out. "It's funny because those are the schools I've been looking at as well. Well, with the addition of Boston University, Yale, NYU, Princeton, Drexel, UC Berkley/Davis and Dartmouth." I expressed.

I've been interested in a couple of schools and I've began having offers from almost every one of them since last year but I never brought myself to actually sit down a think which one I wanted to attend. Now that I'm gearing closer and closer into that field of study, I'm actually beginning to think about it. It's not a matter of which one will accept me because I'm pretty either one will –my optimistic side – but it's a matter of which one do I want to enroll in first since I'll have forever to reapply.

I know my folks want me to go to Dartmouth –it was unvoiced of course – because they had a little taste of it for a short while after I was born and probably think I'll enjoy it.

"That's so great! Imagine if we both go to the same college? We could be roomies!" Felicity squealed. "I'm calling it! We're going to the same college. I can picture it! You and me looking at dorms and then turning them all down to find our own apartment in the city!" She smiled.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm.

"Ugh! Can we not talk about school? I'm playing a game here." Alex pointed out, smashing her screen with her fingers as she engrossed her focus on her race car game.

Felicity sighed. "Where are you planning on going?"

"I didn't tell you guys?" She probed. I shook my head. "I'm not going college."

"What? Why?"

"Because I probably don't have the grades to get in." Alex raised an eyebrow. "And besides, it's like I want to."

"Only if you apply yourself more, Alex." Felicity said.

"Blurgh! You sound like my father." Alex gagged.

"Wait? Didn't you tell us you had offers from colleges for a swimming scholarship?" I questioned.

She nodded. "Yeah but…I don't know. My passion is more on dancing than swimming but the thought of branching off to another form of schooling with books and tests and puking out equations and being verbose and all of that…no I can't." She said.

"Well there are institutes that are strictly on the practical side rather than technical. You could always go to a dance academy? Like Julliard? BADA? Danby? And NYU has a performing arts faculty." I told her.

She thought. "I don't know…I think I just want to enjoy life for a bit but we'll see. I'm just more realistic."

"And we're not realistic?"

"That's because y'all are both Einstein and Thomas Newton's descendants! Your brains can handle that, some can't."

I frowned. "It's Thomas Edison not Newton. I think you're confusing him with Isaac Newton."

"You see! Point proven." Alex said.

I deepened my frown. Seemed like Alex thought she wasn't good enough to get into college and that's not true. I've never seen this side of her. She's usually pretty confident in herself but today was totally different.

The ringing of the school bell pulled our attention as we all shot up from our seats and we began preparing for our first period.

"I'm going to Arabic's class. See you two later." Felicity said as she ran out of the library.

I draped my bag over my shoulder.

"Nervous for the Parent-Teacher Conference meeting today?"

She sighed. "I'm never usually nervous when it came to these things but knowing that my dad is meeting my boyfriend/teacher…yeah that requires some nerves."

I nodded. "Yeah,"

"I'm laughing at the fact that nobody wants to see your parents." She laughed.

I giggled. "That's because my grades are on point and I have a 5.0 GPA!" I said to her.

She halted in her tracks to stare at me with an unamused expression.

"I didn't know it went that high." She muttered gruffly –playfully. "I freaking hate you."

I laughed.

"I just hope Seth will be okay!" Alex said as she and I headed out.

… …

Seth Clearwater

Today's the day. Today's the day I met the co-creator of the love of my life, the reason why my soul mate is alive today.

I didn't know what to do on an occasion like this. Or is it going to be an occasion? Or will there be a lot more meetings like this?

Am I dressed okay?

I stared at my outfit. Pale blue buttoned up shirt with a black tie and black cardigan, along with some chinos and formal shoes. I looked decent enough I guess.

Did I smell okay?

I sniffed my shirt collar. I took a shower this morning so I didn't smell bad.

Did I look okay?

I glanced at my reflection on the window.

I was sweating bullets!

Dammit!

I scrambled for some tissue and began patting my perspiring forehead.

I glanced back at my wristwatch to check the time.

Two minutes.

Oh Jeepers!

Alex's comforting words from today suddenly echoed in my head.

"Just be your happy, likable self! And all will be good. Just talk about common interests like cooking, talk about everything Italian related and if you refer to him as Papi Mazzola then you better take a video of his reaction because it will definitely be golden." She laughed but soon cleared her throat. "Don't call him Papi. Just call him Mr. Mazzola! Don't introduce yourself as Mr. Clearwater because that will seem disrespectful to him. He wants to be only one to be referred to in a formal way. And don't show you're nervous because that will open him for interrogation. Don't talk about me so much unless he asks because my dad is pretty smart. And be sure to compliment him because my dad is a pretty self-centered man but don't compliment him to the point where you look a suck-up, then he'll know something's up."

"Like what? He'll know I'm dating his daughter?" I laughed.

"Yeah! Or he'll think you're gay and…I wouldn't blame him." She laughed.

I widened my eyes, gasping.

"Babe, come on! Even you know you're a little sensitive when it comes to your emotions. It's equivalent to that of a girl transitioning to a guy. Heck, even I think I'm more man than you. I actually wear the pants in the relationship."

"Well thanks a lot! There goes my ego!" I rolled my eyes.

"That's only because I'm pretty much a guy in a girl's body and don't forget I'm a badass!" She pointed out.

I shrugged. "That's true."

She grinned. "Anyway, so yeah…just do that and you'll be fine! And remember, don't talk about me and especially don't ask him questions, let him ask you!"

"Right! Got it." I nodded.

She grinned. "You're so cute!" Alex laughed as she gripped my neck and pulled me down into a soft kiss.

End of flashback…

I sighed as I replayed all the things I should and shouldn't do in my head as I nervously paced around my desk.

When I heard a knock on my door, I found my body colliding with the table, causing a ruckus noise and my stationery to fall to the ground.

I was suddenly throwing a monkey in the works as I stared at the door.

Oh damn.

This is it.

When another knock on the door reached my ears, I suddenly began feeling my entire body revive from its halting state and I picked up the pens and notebooks from the ground and placed them neatly on the desk.

I breathed in heavily as I fixed my cardigan and tie before sauntering over to the door, hesitantly opening it to see a tall –not as tall as me though, probably three or four inches shorter – well-built man for someone in their late forties with greying black hair, dark Italian skin and blue eyes which confirmed my thoughts that Alex inherited those gorgeous hazel-brown eyes from her mother or from someone else.

"Good day! You must be Mr. Mazzola. I'm Seth Clearwater. I'm It's nice to meet you." I said, giving the man a light shook of the hand. Man! For a human, he sure had a firm grip.

"Good day," He said in a thick Italian-American accent.

"Please enter and take a seat!" I said, paving the way for him. He walked past me and pulled up a seat.

I smiled nervously as I took a seat by my desk.

"So…How are you, sir?" I posed.

I immediately regretted it the minute I said it because I broke one of the rules seconds after meeting him. Never ask him questions!

"I am good, thank you." He replied straightforwardly.

Mmm. I guess that went better than I thought.

"Okay…well I guess we should get right to it, shall we?" I pointed out.

No! Don't ask questions. Compliment him!

"That's a really nice watch by the way!" I pointed out, staring at his wristwatch.

"Oh this gem? I got it at an Italian store in Italy a couple of years ago. My wife picked it out for me." He said.

I nodded. "That's really cool – I mean great! Great! Y-your wife has good tastes!" I laughed.

Okay! Retreat! Too many compliments!

Retreat!

Retreat!

"I love Italian food. Probably the best." I told him.

"Oh! That's interesting. I have this recipe that my family all love when it comes to pasta. I add milk!" He told me.

I nodded. "Oh!" I smiled. This is getting awkward.

"Let's talk about my daughter." He said.

Dear Jeeves! Yes please!

"Right! Alex! Well…um…" Don't ask a question. "Alex," Don't talk about Alex. "The students of this school, especially in my class are really interested and invested and are excelling quite well to be honest."

Good cover up, Seth! You got this.

"Oh! I heard. I assume your teaching methods are really working for them." He pointed out. I smiled. "And how is Alex? She told me your class is the best class so I'm assuming she's actually working or am I mistaken?"

I felt completely giddy inside hearing that my mate thought my class was the best class for her.

"Oh! Yes! Of course. She works incredibly hard in my class. She's totally focused and driven." I said. Okay, stop! That's enough.

"Well that's good to hear. I worry about her you know! I usually expect to her something wrong she had done on these kinds of meetings." He said.

"Oh, sir. I understand and there's nothing you need to worry about." I assured him.

He nodded. "Well, I guess there's nothing left to talk about."

Wait? Wait! That was it?

"Okay! Thank you for coming, Mr. Mazzola." I said as he and I both stood up from our chairs. He and I exchanged handshakes. "I hope we meet again in the future."

"I surely hope so." I replied.

He nodded as he and I approached the door. I opened the door for the father of my imprint and watched him slip out immediately. As I shut the door, I exhaled the shaky breath I was holding in.

Well that happened.

It was better than I thought.

… …

Renesmee Cullen

I couldn't wait to get to Jacob when the afterschool bell rang. I decided to skip softball practice because I knew I wouldn't be fully invested.

When I reached the apartment, expecting to find the love of my life there, I was pretty disappointed to find Embry instead, lounging on the sofa.

"Hey, Nessie!" He called enthusiastically.

I sighed. "Hi!"

"You expected to find Jake here?" He questioned. I nodded, shutting the door. "Sorry to disappoint."

I sighed as walked to the sofas.

"Move!" I kicked Embry's feet off the table and walked past him. I immediately collapsed onto one of the couches.

"Where's Jacob?" I asked.

"I think he's stuck at work." Embry told me, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

I nodded. "So how did things go with you and Jennifer?" I questioned.

"She's a tough nut to crack! But I ain't gonna give up. She's got a lot of spunk." He told me.

I nodded my head. "Do you like her?"

He paused to think for a moment. "I don't know. She's hot!"

I chuckled. Embry totally likes her! I can see it.

Embry and I heard the door suddenly open and close and there stood my knight in shining wolf. I grinned.

"Hey, buddy." Embry exclaimed.

Jake saluted as he shrugged off his bag and placed it onto the kitchen counter along with his keys.

I gnawed my bottom lip as I watched my handsome man approach me. He winked at me before hopping onto the couch.

"Sup babe," He mentioned, kissing my cheek as I threw my legs over his lap. He assigned his hand on my thigh and placing an arm around my shoulder. "How was your day?"

"Terrible! I didn't get to see you for eight hours." I replied.

"Well you have me now." He replied.

"That I do." I giggled, blushing as leaned my head against his chest.

"You guys make me want to puke! Okay! I better head out before you start porking each other in front of me." He said as he stood up.

Jake sighed. "Where are you going?"

"My break's over! I gotta head back. Barista duties!"

I noticed he had a long apron around his waist.

"Oh right! You got a job at Starbucks." I stated. Jacob told me he would start today.

"I'll be back later! Don't eat my muffins! They're for me." He warned Jacob as he grabbed his car keys. "And don't do anything I would do! But if you do, use protection." He reminded before slipping out of the house.

I groaned.

I still couldn't get over the fact that both Embry and Seth caught Jacob and I yesterday.

"I'm going to kill him." He sighed.

I felt my cheeks burn as I hid my face into his neck.

"I will never ever live that down." I laughed nervously. "Are they going to make fun of us for the rest of our lives?"

"It's expected because they're all jerks but I can always sort them out." He assured me.

I giggled. "How was work?"

"It was okay. Sorry I'm kinda late, I had a lecture today and apparently I have an upcoming exam to study for and I absolutely don't know where to start. Me and studying don't get along."

I laughed. "I can help you!" I suggested.

Actually that's a good idea.

"Yep! I'm going to help you." I told him as I jumped off the couch and ran to his bag and returned with it with supernatural celerity. I threw it onto him his lap, causing him to groan.

"Wrong area." He pointed out.

I widened my eyes and giggled. "Sorry!" I said, blushing as I hopped onto the sofa.

"Okay! So what are we studying?" I questioned as I unzipped his bag and pulled out his modules.

"Well mechanical components and equations." He told me.

I shrugged. Rosalie taught me some stuff about cars as a kid and I understood everything from lesson one so I'm sure I remember a few things.

I opened one of the books and paged through them.

"Huh! Looks like you study a few equations. Omg! The Riemann Hypothesis?" I gasped.

Omg! I loved math!

"I don't even know a thing about the Riemann Hypothesis. What is that?" He asked me.

"Non-trivial zeroes? Zeta functions? The Riemann hypothesis is a conjecture that the Riemann zeta function has its zeros only at the negative even integers and complex numbers with real part 12." I pointed out.

"I don't know what the hell you just said." He said to me. I laughed as I continued paging through the book.

We tried studying for at least an hour or so. And I when I say 'tried' I mean Jake was basically kissing me for the majority of the time.

Jake laid lingering kisses along my neck as I read a segment of the module. I giggled as I felt his hands caress my thighs as I sat onto his lap.

"Jake stop!" I called. He moaned.

"What if I don't want to?" He muttered huskily as his lips grazed my shoulder.

I moaned. "Jake…We've got to focus! Stop it."

"Make me." He murmured sexily as I felt his hand slowly push my jean jacket off my shoulders and began pushing the strap of my top, revealing my bare skin. "You're not wearing a bra?" He pointed out, humming in approval as he laid soft, gentle kisses on my skin, causing shivers down my spine.

I closed my eyes as I relished in the feeling of his passion bestowed upon me. His large, warm fingers moved hair to side so that his lips got better access to my neck as he began nibbling on my skin.

With the little self-control in me, I shut the book and hit him against his arm, causing him to jerk.

"Hey!" He complained.

"I really want you to ace this test and you can't do that if you keep trying to kiss me every five seconds." I told him off as I shoved my jacket back on.

"I can't. You're just so appetizing." He joked as he tried kissing my lips but I quickly tilted my head away.

"Well control your hormones mister." I warned. "Okay? Let's just finish getting you prepped and then we can do all of that." I said, gesturing to his hands all over me.

He sighed in defeat. "Okay…Okay! Fine."

I smiled as I fixed my focus back onto the book as I continued reading where I left off and explained to him right after.

"You're so smart. You aren't even in college yet and you already know more than I do." He said.

"Well I guess being a more advanced prodigy of a child, I understand a lot of things quicker. And when my family homeschooled me, they kinda exposed me to some college work too." I replied.

"Sucks that your family always kicked me out when you got your learning on." He said, his back against the couch pillows and his fingers playing around with the fabric of my jeans.

"Maybe they thought you were too much of a distraction!" I hummed, trailing my hands up and down his hard chest.

He sniggered.

"But they could never keep us apart."

"Oh yeah of course! Remember how we used to always sneak off together during my recess?" I laughed.

"Bella almost killed me." Jake chuckled. "You wouldn't have an awesome boyfriend today if it wasn't for your dad saving me."

I laughed. "You'd probably be a distant memory, in my opinion." I joked.

"You can never forget me!" He said with a laugh.

However, it was so true. But then it got me thinking. I saw a lot of movies in my time of relationships not working out because numerous reasons that forced them to split apart and even though I knew that would never happen to us, I always wondered how we'd both react to something like that.

"But what if something ever happened that could possibly break us apart? I mean hypothetically speaking. How would you feel?" I probed.

"I can't afford to think that way though, Ness. I'm finally happy with the one I was meant to be with and to have that taken away is unthinkable."

I nodded. "I guess."

"We love each other so much and nothing in this world will tear us a part. I will always love you. Never ever forget that." He told me.

"How could I ever? That would be unthinkable." I said, using his word.

He chuckled as he leaned in to kiss my lips sweetly.

We continued studying for about an hour before we decided to take a break and that's when – I guess – we found our craving for each other spontaneously kicking in and we literally couldn't wait to spare a couple of hours in complete bliss.

… …

Alex Mazzola

Seth and I agreed to meet each other at the local park after the Parent-Teacher Conference meeting. I was anxious to hear the feedback from Seth on how it went with my dad. I was only expecting the worst. As much as I know my man could take down my father any day –in theory – my father was a pretty vicious man himself. I mean he is Italian after all so I'm expecting a few prongs and bruises.

But when I saw my big bloke saunter his way up to me with a huge smile on his face, I legitimately thought I was dreaming and was being punk'd right now. Where is the evidence of discomfort? I'm expecting that!

"So…?" I jumped right to it.

"It was great. I don't know what you were worried about." He said casually.

"Y-you're kidding me right?" I pointed out. He shrugged, cocking an eyebrow.

"Your dad was great! He was nice! I did all I had to do."

"My dad and nice can never ever be in the same sentence. So it's either that wasn't my dad or…that wasn't my dad!" I told him. He sighed. "I think you misunderstood the situation."

"I did not misunderstand the situation!" He told me. "I'm telling you, he was somewhat nice! That's all! We talked about you grades and Italian food and his really nice watch –"

"And I'm telling you that's not my dad you were talking to. It was a con artist!"

"Okay fine! Tell that to picture you showed me of you and your dad at the Colosseum!" He pointed out.

"Seth! This is serious, Seth! Like life and death serious!"

"I wouldn't exaggerate it that much." He chuckled. I glared at him. "Okay fine! I'm serious too! It went great."

"It wasn't supposed to go great!"

"Wow! Alex! You really don't want your dad to love me, do you?" Seth uttered, hurt.

I rolled my eyes.

"Look, Alex! I did what you told me to do. I didn't give off the impression that I was in love with his daughter, I complimented him, and he even gave me his secret recipe. How else was it supposed to go? Did you want us to joust?" He probed.

"I don't understand."

"Joust? You know? Medieval men battling on horses with swords?" He explained.

I sighed. "No, I mean…Why did it go so well? I mean, every guy in my life –which isn't that many – my dad hated and with you…I don't get it."

"Well maybe it's because he doesn't know you and I are together or even thinks of it." He said.

I stared toward the horizon, watching a huge truck drive toward the park before moving my eyes onto Seth.

Seth took my hands in his and held them tight, caressing my palms with his fingers.

"Look! Everything is good. It's pointing to a positive note Alex. You need to step onto the optimism train and believe that this is a good sign." He told me.

I gazed into his brown eyes, pursing my lips together. I was being ridiculous! Seth was right! Of course he was! I needed to be a little more optimistic like he was.

"Okay." I whispered.

"I'm sorry? I didn't hear that?" He frowned.

I gritted my teeth together, narrowing my eyes at him. "Okay! Okay! I get it."

He grinned widely.

"Cool?" I pointed out in annoyance.

He chuckled. "Like a cucumber." He replied.

I rolled my eyes as he used my words against me. He bent down to peck my lips before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a hug. I smiled as I swathed my arms around his broad neck and got on my tiptoe to situate my chin against his neck as the embrace strengthened.

As I opened my eyes from over his shoulder, I noticed the same truck stop by and a man slipped out of it. I adjusted my focal point on him to realize he looked absolutely familiar.

As I pulled away from Seth's embrace, I took a step forward past him, my eyes not removed from the man currently making his way to us.

"Who is that?" Seth asked me.

I didn't answer for a while as I tried to process it on my own.

As the man came closer, the more memories flooded my brain. His shoulder length curly hair, tanned skin, pierced nose and lip, tattoos all over his upper torso and dark, leathery boots and jacket to bout.

His sly blue eyes caused a familiar stir in my stomach.

And it wasn't a good feeling.

"That's Connor." I felt my voice utter out shakily and nervously, uncertain. "He's…" I paused.

All the memories suddenly just flew in my brain. All those years of regret, pain, hatred that almost led me to suicide has come back in this one very moment.

"He is the one who raped me." I stated.

A/N: Happy Mother's Day Weekend To All!

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