Chapter 9: What did I do? (Renesmee)
Everything was finally back to normal at home making it a lot easier to concentrate on my school work. Believe it or not, I had gotten behind in Physics and it was killing me. Luckily I had participation points on my side and my grade point average would remain untouched. I know, I know, grades aren’t everything. But my reason for being here was to succeed at a human experience and therefore I needed the best grades I could manage.
Even though it had been over a month, my friends were still delighted about their stay at my home. Michelle chatted lightly with Andrew, who’d made a quick move to the back of the classroom when the option was given to him; to sit next to his now girlfriend of three weeks no less.
“They’re not scary at all. Sure they look a little off, but they’re the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.” Michelle continued with her story, the same one she’d told about four other times.
“Look off? They look like circus freaks.” Andrew said bluntly in a low voice, assuming I couldn’t hear. He’d made his opinions of my family known.
Though he didn’t have any straight forward aversion to them he still, like most others, kept a consciously safe distance from them.
“Hey!” Michelle remarked. “Don’t say that.
Besides, who are you to judge? You aren’t much to look at either.” She turned in her seat, staring blindly at the black board.
“Chelle. Come on, I’m sorry.” He nudged her arm affectionately while his face twisted to what most would call a puppy dog pout.
She sighed.
“Come on, please? I’m really sorry!”
“Don’t tell me. Tell Nessie.” She said brusquely, still not meeting his gaze.
He stared at her for a long moment before looking to me, “Nessie.”
“Hmm?” I asked coyly, pretending I hadn’t been within earshot of the ‘lover’s spat.’
“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said something so . . . unpleasant about your family.”
I let my eyes narrow as though searching to see if he was telling the truth.
“Are we good?” He asked nervously.
I took a deep breath, smirking, “Yes, Andrew, we are 100% fantastic.”
Andrew looked to Michelle, “Am I forgiven?”
Her head snapped in his direction, her expression softening I assumed by the look on Andrew’s face, “Forgiven. But, don’t do it again.”
He smiled, “Promise.”
“No talking!” Mr. Demanz called from the front of the room as he pulled the door shut behind him.
After looking over the room he turned to the black board, writing out a problem. “Today we will be working with summations. If you did the homework, this should be a breeze.” He turned to the class, using the chalk as a pointer instead of his usual finger. “Who can solve this?”
I let my mind go, solving the problem as simply as possible. My hand shot up before, I was certain, anyone else had been able to think.
Demanz sighed, “Cullen?”
“The answer is 35, sir.”
He laughed. “Are you sure about that?”
“Positive.”
He picked up his sheet of solutions and scowled. “Good guess.”
“It wasn’t a guess, sir.”
“If you say so,” He sneered, putting the chalk to the board to write out a new problem.
My hand rose before he could fully face the class.
“Cullen,” he sighed.
“15,550.”
He looked down at his sheet once more. His face turned a putrid shade of purple as he looked back to the class. “Correct.” He looked back to the solution, his face twisting to a smirk followed by subtly maniacal laughter. I couldn’t really find what was funny about answering a simple summation. “Miss Cullen?”
“Yes, sir?” I asked, a bit bemused.
“What is the answer to this problem?” He wrote yet another problem on the board. He stepped aside, pointing at his writing, his brows lifted in anticipation.
“642,” I said plainly.
“Mhmm . . .” He nodded, staring down at the paper in his hand. “Could you answer another question for me?”
“Certainly.”
“Honestly?”
“Of course.” I was quite flummoxed. What was it he thought he could ask me that I wouldn’t be honest about? I’d never been fraudulent with him before.
“How is it, in the last month I haven’t seen a single wrong answer on any of your work?”
“I have a mind for mathematics?” I answered awkwardly. I couldn’t rightly say: I have a mind that doesn’t quit; I get it from my father.
“Sure. Yes, I’m certain that has to be it.” He nodded, his face still twisted up in the most frightening of sneers. He grabbed a pen from its holder and began to write. After a few long minutes he looked back to the class, chuckling hard to himself. “Miss Cullen, could you take this to the office?”
“Of course,” I replied, rising from my seat and moving toward his disheveled excuse for a desk.
“And take your things. You won’t be returning today.”
My eyes narrowed as I pushed my text book into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Collecting the note, I exited.
I sat in the small reception area while Mrs. Cope tapped idly on her keyboard glancing furtively in my direction every now and then. My parents had been called and they were listening to the implications Mr. Demanz had made about my tendency to cheat. Me. Of all the things I was, I was definitely not a cheater. I felt horrible. My poor mother had come in looking desperate with worry, her eyes telling me all I needed to know.
My father on the other hand had stood tall, his eyes stern while his features otherwise reflected sustainable calm.
The phone on Mrs. Cope’s desk rang, causing her to flinch.
“Yes?”
I could here the exasperated tones of Mr. Greene playing through the receiver.
“Yes, I’ll send her right in.” She hung up the phone. “You can go in now, Renesmee.” I nodded, moving uncharacteristically slow into the tiny office before me.
Mr. Greene ran a hand over his graying and balding head with a sigh.
“You asked for me, Mr. Greene?” I asked gently, taking a seat in a chair against the wall behind my parents.
“Yes, Renesmee, I was wondering if you could shed some light on these, allegations, Mr. Demanz has placed on you.” I let the events in class play in my head for Dad’s benefit, hoping he’d be able to come up with some kind of explanation that I could not.
“Did I miss it?” Demanz asked excitedly as he burst into the office, sweat visible on his brow. He’d obviously run here in hopes of seeing me expelled.
“Ah, Mr. Demanz, welcome. I just asked Renesmee to voice her side of the story.” Mr. Greene asked coolly.
“You’re actually going to consider her side?” Demanz asked brusquely.
“It is school policy to hear all sides.” Mr. Greene replied.
“Yeah, yeah,” Demanz said, moving around behind Mr. Greene’s desk and leaning against the wall that same sneer from class etched permanently into his features.
“Now, Miss Cullen?”
“Yes, I do have something to say about the, allegations.” I cleared my throat, rising from my place. “Unlike some I have never seen it prudent to cheat, nor lie.” I said with a glare in Demanz’s direction. “I simply answered Mr.
Demanz’s questions without the help of a source and he became quite, unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable?” Demanz chuckled, “You pulled those answers out of thin air. How else could you have done that without looking, first, at the solutions chart?”
My father cleared his throat, “May I say something?”
“Go ahead Mr. Cullen.” Mr. Greene welcomed.
“It was made clear to the school upon Renesmee’s enrollment that she was indeed a gifted child, far beyond the reaches of public education. She was actually set to dual enroll at Peninsula College for her Calculus classes but, at her humble request, stuck with typical senior, high school student Calculus.”
Mr. Greene nodded while Demanz’s face began turning blue.
“This being shared knowledge, isn’t it possible she was able to assess the calculations without stealing the answers from Mr. Demanz?”
Mr. Greene seemed a little floored, running his hand over his head once more.
“Isn’t it also quite possible this teacher is just a bit on the resentful side?” He muttered knowingly, obviously hearing the bitterness in his thoughts.
“Hey!” Demanz interjected, glaring at my father and taking a step forward, only to be halted by
Mr. Greene who predicted the lurch and lifted an arm to suppress any further actions from taking place.
“I do apologize, Mr. Demanz. I did not mean in any way to attack your character.”
“I’ll give you an attack—” Demanz attempted another movement causing Mr. Greene to rise from his seat, placing both hands firmly on the chubby man’s shoulders.
“Calm yourself, Arthur.” Mr. Greene lowered his hands, turning to my parents and I. He sighed. “It seems there is reason to believe
Renesmee was able to answer the questions without outside help. I don’t believe there is anymore need for this conference. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
“That’s quite all right, Mr. Greene. It was good to see you again.” Dad said, turning to me with a smile.
“Like wise,” Mr. Greene agreed halfheartedly. “Renesmee, you may return to class.”
“Thank you, Mr. Greene.” I said gratefully, picking up my belongings and readying to exit.
“Mr. Greene!” Michelle screeched, flying through the door at impressive speed, Andrew on her heels. “Nessie didn’t cheat! Nessie wouldn’t cheat!”
Andrew nodded senselessly over her shoulder.
“I am aware, Miss Lawrence.”
Michelle let go of the breath she’d been holding, turning to Andrew who pulled her into a hug of triumph.
“Now, would you mind returning to class?”
Michelle released Andrew and shook her head almost violently as she grabbed his hand and lead him out of the building.
I walked my parents to their car, breathing a soft sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Dad.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“It was nothing. Just a little mind game.”
I laughed. “Sorry to worry you, Mom.” I hugged her too, feeling the relief washing over her as we stood in the parking lot.
“Worry? What worry?” She is such a terrible liar. I saw my father smirk at my thought with a solitary, almost indiscernible nod.
“You feared the worse, I know it.” I said with a smirk.
She sighed, nodding gently.
Dad opened her door and she climbed in, he looked to me as he opened his own, “Have fun, and stay out of trouble.”
I nodded, “Always.”
“Oh, and why don’t you tutor your teachers for once. The whole chapter on government in the early nineteen hundreds was a crock.”
“I know.” I said expressively with a hint of sarcasm. “I’ll be good; I’ll teach others."
He shook his head at me with a chuckle, his lips twisted up in a humored smile, “We’ll see you this afternoon then.”
I nodded, “Right. See you then.”
I turned to the school as he shut his door.
The rest of the day went smoothly. The remainder of my teachers seemed a little hesitant to question any of my answers. In a weird sort of way it was fun.
As the bell rang, Kasie, Andrew and Michelle walked along side me on the way to the parking lot.
“Was it scary?” Michelle asked sympathetically as we halted beside my Black Bird.
“No. Not at all.”
“That’s two, zero, Renesmee!” Andrew said excitedly. “Good job!”
I blushed lightly, “Thanks. It was easy. My dad did most of the talking this time.”
“No doubt, your dad could talk his way out of anything.” Kasie said with a smirk.
“Probably,” I replied elusively.
“Oh, Nessie, before I forget, we’re planning on going camping this weekend.” Andrew said animatedly. “Do you want to come?”
Kasie nodded rapidly.
“Um, sure,” I started, suddenly thinking about what little time I’d really spent with Jacob. “Could Jacob come along? It’s okay if he can’t I just—”
“Yes!” Kasie nearly screamed, looking overly thrilled.
“Yeah, sure. That’s cool.” Andrew consented
“When do we leave?”
“We’ll pick you up around five thirty on Friday.”
“Sounds great.”
He took Michelle’s hand. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
I nodded, “Yep. See you then.”
“Bye!” Kasie said, skipping happily after her sister and Andrew.
I parked in the garage; Aunt Rose had planned a tune up. I was kind of glad we had an on sight mechanic. It wasn’t that Jacob couldn’t have done it but, I wasn’t sure what she’d done to the engine. Rosalie liked experimenting, it was her hobby. Not that I could complain, she could make anything go faster and I was pretty sure my black bird would be able to fly by the time she was done tonight.
“So you’re going camping.” Alice stated as I stepped up onto the porch.
I looked at her under lifted eyebrows, “So much for our secret.” This was definitely going to be something to get used to. I was so used to her making conjectures rather than all out predictions.
She giggled, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around my elbow, “I’m allowed to talk about this out loud. Edward heard that Andrew boy planning to ask you.”
“Is he going to let me go?”
She put her fingers to her temples mockingly and grinned, “All signs point to yes.”
I laughed, shaking my head as we walked through the door.
“Do you want to go?” Dad asked automatically before I’d even shut the door.
“Of course she does.” Alice said, patting my shoulder then crossing the room to sit beside Jasper on the stairs.
“Yeah,” I concurred, looking around the room. “And Andrew said Jake could go if he wants. So, that’s pretty much awesome.”
“Well then, I guess you have plans.” He turned to the rest of the living room. “We can’t go hunting in the mountains this weekend everyone, sorry.”
“Awe!” Uncle Emmett exclaimed disappointedly, throwing a hacky sack he’d been tossing in the air across the room. It embedded itself in the wall.
Nana Esme turned scathingly in Emmett’s direction. Dad chuckled. I could only imagine what Esme was thinking.
“Sorry, Esme. I’ll fix it,” He promised, moving to the wall and pulling the hacky out quickly.
“Emmett and Jasper will go with.” Alice said suddenly, her eyes flashing to me before looking back to my dad.
“Alice?” Jasper asked gently.
“Just in case. There’s a group of Nomads moving through that territory on Friday. You two can keep them away from the humans. Besides, you could use a vacation.” She ran her fingers over his cheek with a gentle smile.
“So I still get to go bear hunting?” Emmett asked excitedly.
Alice nodded, “Yes.”
“Yes!” He cheered, running out the front door.
“He’s going to tell Rosalie.” Dad informed as we stared, bemused, at the door.
“I’d hate to interrupt your plans.” I said, realizing my family hadn’t been out of our ‘back yard’ in quite a while.
“It’s fine.” Mom assured. “We’ll go next week.”
She nodded, touching my cheek before heading for the dining room.
“Okay. I guess I’ll call Jacob then.”
I moved out the back door, pulling my phone from my pocket. I made it to the river before Billy answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Billy. Is Jake there?”
“I’m sorry Renesmee he’s not.”
“Do you have any idea where he might be?”
“Right here.” Jacob said, stepping out of the woods in his usual pair of sweatpants.
“Never mind Billy I found him.”
“Oh good. Have a good evening, Renesmee.”
“You too. Bye.” I hung up and crossed the river.
“I haven’t seen you in two weeks!” I scolded, punching his chest.
“Ow!" He whined, rubbing the red spot on his chest as the blood rushed there. "I don’t remember it being proper to punch someone as a greeting.”
I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’ve missed you too.” He said, holding me close.
I took a step back, “Where have you been?”
“Oh, you know, here there and everywhere.”
“And you couldn’t call?”
“I have.”
I sighed and started down the path. Jacob stayed close by my side as we walked.
“So, what have you been doing?”
“The usual: School, shopping, hanging out.”
“Ooh, you get anything nice?”
“Huh?”
“When you went shopping.”
“Oh, yeah. I got this shirt.” I opened my jacket to show him my new, olive button down with deep brown pinstripes.
“Pretty. It brings out your eyes.”
I smiled. “Thanks.” We walked along the path in silence. It was nice but at the same time, a little awkward. I wondered for a millisecond if it was time to move our relationship to the next level but I thought better of it after thinking that would make things even weirder.
“How are you friends?” Jacob asked suddenly.
“Oh, great. Actually, we’re going camping this weekend. You’re invited. I mean, if you want to go.”
“Camping?”
“Yeah.”
“Who’s going?”
“Michelle, Kasie, Andrew and I. Oh, and Emmett and Jasper for Nomad control.”
“Hmm.”
“Would you like to come . . .?” My voice trailed and I bit down on my lip.
“Yeah, sure. When do you need me?”
I smiled, “Be here Friday, anytime after I get out of school. We leave at five thirty.”
“I’ll be here with bells on.”
I laughed, “If you could refrain from wearing bells, I would greatly appreciate it.”
He let out a short chuckle, “You got it.”
He took my hand with a smile and we meandered absentmindedly down the path.
Everything was finally back to normal at home making it a lot easier to concentrate on my school work. Believe it or not, I had gotten behind in Physics and it was killing me. Luckily I had participation points on my side and my grade point average would remain untouched. I know, I know, grades aren’t everything. But my reason for being here was to succeed at a human experience and therefore I needed the best grades I could manage.
Even though it had been over a month, my friends were still delighted about their stay at my home. Michelle chatted lightly with Andrew, who’d made a quick move to the back of the classroom when the option was given to him; to sit next to his now girlfriend of three weeks no less.
“They’re not scary at all. Sure they look a little off, but they’re the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.” Michelle continued with her story, the same one she’d told about four other times.
“Look off? They look like circus freaks.” Andrew said bluntly in a low voice, assuming I couldn’t hear. He’d made his opinions of my family known.
Though he didn’t have any straight forward aversion to them he still, like most others, kept a consciously safe distance from them.
“Hey!” Michelle remarked. “Don’t say that.
Besides, who are you to judge? You aren’t much to look at either.” She turned in her seat, staring blindly at the black board.
“Chelle. Come on, I’m sorry.” He nudged her arm affectionately while his face twisted to what most would call a puppy dog pout.
She sighed.
“Come on, please? I’m really sorry!”
“Don’t tell me. Tell Nessie.” She said brusquely, still not meeting his gaze.
He stared at her for a long moment before looking to me, “Nessie.”
“Hmm?” I asked coyly, pretending I hadn’t been within earshot of the ‘lover’s spat.’
“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said something so . . . unpleasant about your family.”
I let my eyes narrow as though searching to see if he was telling the truth.
“Are we good?” He asked nervously.
I took a deep breath, smirking, “Yes, Andrew, we are 100% fantastic.”
Andrew looked to Michelle, “Am I forgiven?”
Her head snapped in his direction, her expression softening I assumed by the look on Andrew’s face, “Forgiven. But, don’t do it again.”
He smiled, “Promise.”
“No talking!” Mr. Demanz called from the front of the room as he pulled the door shut behind him.
After looking over the room he turned to the black board, writing out a problem. “Today we will be working with summations. If you did the homework, this should be a breeze.” He turned to the class, using the chalk as a pointer instead of his usual finger. “Who can solve this?”
I let my mind go, solving the problem as simply as possible. My hand shot up before, I was certain, anyone else had been able to think.
Demanz sighed, “Cullen?”
“The answer is 35, sir.”
He laughed. “Are you sure about that?”
“Positive.”
He picked up his sheet of solutions and scowled. “Good guess.”
“It wasn’t a guess, sir.”
“If you say so,” He sneered, putting the chalk to the board to write out a new problem.
My hand rose before he could fully face the class.
“Cullen,” he sighed.
“15,550.”
He looked down at his sheet once more. His face turned a putrid shade of purple as he looked back to the class. “Correct.” He looked back to the solution, his face twisting to a smirk followed by subtly maniacal laughter. I couldn’t really find what was funny about answering a simple summation. “Miss Cullen?”
“Yes, sir?” I asked, a bit bemused.
“What is the answer to this problem?” He wrote yet another problem on the board. He stepped aside, pointing at his writing, his brows lifted in anticipation.
“642,” I said plainly.
“Mhmm . . .” He nodded, staring down at the paper in his hand. “Could you answer another question for me?”
“Certainly.”
“Honestly?”
“Of course.” I was quite flummoxed. What was it he thought he could ask me that I wouldn’t be honest about? I’d never been fraudulent with him before.
“How is it, in the last month I haven’t seen a single wrong answer on any of your work?”
“I have a mind for mathematics?” I answered awkwardly. I couldn’t rightly say: I have a mind that doesn’t quit; I get it from my father.
“Sure. Yes, I’m certain that has to be it.” He nodded, his face still twisted up in the most frightening of sneers. He grabbed a pen from its holder and began to write. After a few long minutes he looked back to the class, chuckling hard to himself. “Miss Cullen, could you take this to the office?”
“Of course,” I replied, rising from my seat and moving toward his disheveled excuse for a desk.
“And take your things. You won’t be returning today.”
My eyes narrowed as I pushed my text book into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Collecting the note, I exited.
I sat in the small reception area while Mrs. Cope tapped idly on her keyboard glancing furtively in my direction every now and then. My parents had been called and they were listening to the implications Mr. Demanz had made about my tendency to cheat. Me. Of all the things I was, I was definitely not a cheater. I felt horrible. My poor mother had come in looking desperate with worry, her eyes telling me all I needed to know.
My father on the other hand had stood tall, his eyes stern while his features otherwise reflected sustainable calm.
The phone on Mrs. Cope’s desk rang, causing her to flinch.
“Yes?”
I could here the exasperated tones of Mr. Greene playing through the receiver.
“Yes, I’ll send her right in.” She hung up the phone. “You can go in now, Renesmee.” I nodded, moving uncharacteristically slow into the tiny office before me.
Mr. Greene ran a hand over his graying and balding head with a sigh.
“You asked for me, Mr. Greene?” I asked gently, taking a seat in a chair against the wall behind my parents.
“Yes, Renesmee, I was wondering if you could shed some light on these, allegations, Mr. Demanz has placed on you.” I let the events in class play in my head for Dad’s benefit, hoping he’d be able to come up with some kind of explanation that I could not.
“Did I miss it?” Demanz asked excitedly as he burst into the office, sweat visible on his brow. He’d obviously run here in hopes of seeing me expelled.
“Ah, Mr. Demanz, welcome. I just asked Renesmee to voice her side of the story.” Mr. Greene asked coolly.
“You’re actually going to consider her side?” Demanz asked brusquely.
“It is school policy to hear all sides.” Mr. Greene replied.
“Yeah, yeah,” Demanz said, moving around behind Mr. Greene’s desk and leaning against the wall that same sneer from class etched permanently into his features.
“Now, Miss Cullen?”
“Yes, I do have something to say about the, allegations.” I cleared my throat, rising from my place. “Unlike some I have never seen it prudent to cheat, nor lie.” I said with a glare in Demanz’s direction. “I simply answered Mr.
Demanz’s questions without the help of a source and he became quite, unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable?” Demanz chuckled, “You pulled those answers out of thin air. How else could you have done that without looking, first, at the solutions chart?”
My father cleared his throat, “May I say something?”
“Go ahead Mr. Cullen.” Mr. Greene welcomed.
“It was made clear to the school upon Renesmee’s enrollment that she was indeed a gifted child, far beyond the reaches of public education. She was actually set to dual enroll at Peninsula College for her Calculus classes but, at her humble request, stuck with typical senior, high school student Calculus.”
Mr. Greene nodded while Demanz’s face began turning blue.
“This being shared knowledge, isn’t it possible she was able to assess the calculations without stealing the answers from Mr. Demanz?”
Mr. Greene seemed a little floored, running his hand over his head once more.
“Isn’t it also quite possible this teacher is just a bit on the resentful side?” He muttered knowingly, obviously hearing the bitterness in his thoughts.
“Hey!” Demanz interjected, glaring at my father and taking a step forward, only to be halted by
Mr. Greene who predicted the lurch and lifted an arm to suppress any further actions from taking place.
“I do apologize, Mr. Demanz. I did not mean in any way to attack your character.”
“I’ll give you an attack—” Demanz attempted another movement causing Mr. Greene to rise from his seat, placing both hands firmly on the chubby man’s shoulders.
“Calm yourself, Arthur.” Mr. Greene lowered his hands, turning to my parents and I. He sighed. “It seems there is reason to believe
Renesmee was able to answer the questions without outside help. I don’t believe there is anymore need for this conference. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
“That’s quite all right, Mr. Greene. It was good to see you again.” Dad said, turning to me with a smile.
“Like wise,” Mr. Greene agreed halfheartedly. “Renesmee, you may return to class.”
“Thank you, Mr. Greene.” I said gratefully, picking up my belongings and readying to exit.
“Mr. Greene!” Michelle screeched, flying through the door at impressive speed, Andrew on her heels. “Nessie didn’t cheat! Nessie wouldn’t cheat!”
Andrew nodded senselessly over her shoulder.
“I am aware, Miss Lawrence.”
Michelle let go of the breath she’d been holding, turning to Andrew who pulled her into a hug of triumph.
“Now, would you mind returning to class?”
Michelle released Andrew and shook her head almost violently as she grabbed his hand and lead him out of the building.
I walked my parents to their car, breathing a soft sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Dad.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“It was nothing. Just a little mind game.”
I laughed. “Sorry to worry you, Mom.” I hugged her too, feeling the relief washing over her as we stood in the parking lot.
“Worry? What worry?” She is such a terrible liar. I saw my father smirk at my thought with a solitary, almost indiscernible nod.
“You feared the worse, I know it.” I said with a smirk.
She sighed, nodding gently.
Dad opened her door and she climbed in, he looked to me as he opened his own, “Have fun, and stay out of trouble.”
I nodded, “Always.”
“Oh, and why don’t you tutor your teachers for once. The whole chapter on government in the early nineteen hundreds was a crock.”
“I know.” I said expressively with a hint of sarcasm. “I’ll be good; I’ll teach others."
He shook his head at me with a chuckle, his lips twisted up in a humored smile, “We’ll see you this afternoon then.”
I nodded, “Right. See you then.”
I turned to the school as he shut his door.
The rest of the day went smoothly. The remainder of my teachers seemed a little hesitant to question any of my answers. In a weird sort of way it was fun.
As the bell rang, Kasie, Andrew and Michelle walked along side me on the way to the parking lot.
“Was it scary?” Michelle asked sympathetically as we halted beside my Black Bird.
“No. Not at all.”
“That’s two, zero, Renesmee!” Andrew said excitedly. “Good job!”
I blushed lightly, “Thanks. It was easy. My dad did most of the talking this time.”
“No doubt, your dad could talk his way out of anything.” Kasie said with a smirk.
“Probably,” I replied elusively.
“Oh, Nessie, before I forget, we’re planning on going camping this weekend.” Andrew said animatedly. “Do you want to come?”
Kasie nodded rapidly.
“Um, sure,” I started, suddenly thinking about what little time I’d really spent with Jacob. “Could Jacob come along? It’s okay if he can’t I just—”
“Yes!” Kasie nearly screamed, looking overly thrilled.
“Yeah, sure. That’s cool.” Andrew consented
“When do we leave?”
“We’ll pick you up around five thirty on Friday.”
“Sounds great.”
He took Michelle’s hand. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
I nodded, “Yep. See you then.”
“Bye!” Kasie said, skipping happily after her sister and Andrew.
I parked in the garage; Aunt Rose had planned a tune up. I was kind of glad we had an on sight mechanic. It wasn’t that Jacob couldn’t have done it but, I wasn’t sure what she’d done to the engine. Rosalie liked experimenting, it was her hobby. Not that I could complain, she could make anything go faster and I was pretty sure my black bird would be able to fly by the time she was done tonight.
“So you’re going camping.” Alice stated as I stepped up onto the porch.
I looked at her under lifted eyebrows, “So much for our secret.” This was definitely going to be something to get used to. I was so used to her making conjectures rather than all out predictions.
She giggled, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around my elbow, “I’m allowed to talk about this out loud. Edward heard that Andrew boy planning to ask you.”
“Is he going to let me go?”
She put her fingers to her temples mockingly and grinned, “All signs point to yes.”
I laughed, shaking my head as we walked through the door.
“Do you want to go?” Dad asked automatically before I’d even shut the door.
“Of course she does.” Alice said, patting my shoulder then crossing the room to sit beside Jasper on the stairs.
“Yeah,” I concurred, looking around the room. “And Andrew said Jake could go if he wants. So, that’s pretty much awesome.”
“Well then, I guess you have plans.” He turned to the rest of the living room. “We can’t go hunting in the mountains this weekend everyone, sorry.”
“Awe!” Uncle Emmett exclaimed disappointedly, throwing a hacky sack he’d been tossing in the air across the room. It embedded itself in the wall.
Nana Esme turned scathingly in Emmett’s direction. Dad chuckled. I could only imagine what Esme was thinking.
“Sorry, Esme. I’ll fix it,” He promised, moving to the wall and pulling the hacky out quickly.
“Emmett and Jasper will go with.” Alice said suddenly, her eyes flashing to me before looking back to my dad.
“Alice?” Jasper asked gently.
“Just in case. There’s a group of Nomads moving through that territory on Friday. You two can keep them away from the humans. Besides, you could use a vacation.” She ran her fingers over his cheek with a gentle smile.
“So I still get to go bear hunting?” Emmett asked excitedly.
Alice nodded, “Yes.”
“Yes!” He cheered, running out the front door.
“He’s going to tell Rosalie.” Dad informed as we stared, bemused, at the door.
“I’d hate to interrupt your plans.” I said, realizing my family hadn’t been out of our ‘back yard’ in quite a while.
“It’s fine.” Mom assured. “We’ll go next week.”
She nodded, touching my cheek before heading for the dining room.
“Okay. I guess I’ll call Jacob then.”
I moved out the back door, pulling my phone from my pocket. I made it to the river before Billy answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Billy. Is Jake there?”
“I’m sorry Renesmee he’s not.”
“Do you have any idea where he might be?”
“Right here.” Jacob said, stepping out of the woods in his usual pair of sweatpants.
“Never mind Billy I found him.”
“Oh good. Have a good evening, Renesmee.”
“You too. Bye.” I hung up and crossed the river.
“I haven’t seen you in two weeks!” I scolded, punching his chest.
“Ow!" He whined, rubbing the red spot on his chest as the blood rushed there. "I don’t remember it being proper to punch someone as a greeting.”
I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’ve missed you too.” He said, holding me close.
I took a step back, “Where have you been?”
“Oh, you know, here there and everywhere.”
“And you couldn’t call?”
“I have.”
I sighed and started down the path. Jacob stayed close by my side as we walked.
“So, what have you been doing?”
“The usual: School, shopping, hanging out.”
“Ooh, you get anything nice?”
“Huh?”
“When you went shopping.”
“Oh, yeah. I got this shirt.” I opened my jacket to show him my new, olive button down with deep brown pinstripes.
“Pretty. It brings out your eyes.”
I smiled. “Thanks.” We walked along the path in silence. It was nice but at the same time, a little awkward. I wondered for a millisecond if it was time to move our relationship to the next level but I thought better of it after thinking that would make things even weirder.
“How are you friends?” Jacob asked suddenly.
“Oh, great. Actually, we’re going camping this weekend. You’re invited. I mean, if you want to go.”
“Camping?”
“Yeah.”
“Who’s going?”
“Michelle, Kasie, Andrew and I. Oh, and Emmett and Jasper for Nomad control.”
“Hmm.”
“Would you like to come . . .?” My voice trailed and I bit down on my lip.
“Yeah, sure. When do you need me?”
I smiled, “Be here Friday, anytime after I get out of school. We leave at five thirty.”
“I’ll be here with bells on.”
I laughed, “If you could refrain from wearing bells, I would greatly appreciate it.”
He let out a short chuckle, “You got it.”
He took my hand with a smile and we meandered absentmindedly down the path.
This is my Twilight book. Number seven! (Behind Twilight, Forever Dawn, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, and Midnight Sun) This book is mainly in Renesmee's POV and a little of Jacob's. Enjoy!
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Oh, how I wish I were a glove so that I might touch that cheek.
Romeo and Juliet, The Balcony Scene
PREFACE
It was scarier than anything I could've ever imagined. And, honestly, I had never expected it to come to this. I had wanted this in the begininng but never thought it would work. But it had, and now I understood my mother's story. Only this was much worse.
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Oh, how I wish I were a glove so that I might touch that cheek.
Romeo and Juliet, The Balcony Scene
PREFACE
It was scarier than anything I could've ever imagined. And, honestly, I had never expected it to come to this. I had wanted this in the begininng but never thought it would work. But it had, and now I understood my mother's story. Only this was much worse.
Hi, I'm Isabella Swan but you can call me Bella. I live in Forks, with my father Charlie. I've lived in this tiny town my whole life. I know every corner, every bush, every tree like the back of my hand.
My best friend is Jacob Black. He lives a few blocks away from me, on La Push Drive. We've known each other since we were kids, and we've always been close. Never left each other for anyone. Always been each others rock. When my mum left, he was my shoulder to cry on. When his mum died, I was at his house 24/7. Nothing has ever come between us. That was, until a new family moved into town, who called themselves the Cullens.
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My best friend is Jacob Black. He lives a few blocks away from me, on La Push Drive. We've known each other since we were kids, and we've always been close. Never left each other for anyone. Always been each others rock. When my mum left, he was my shoulder to cry on. When his mum died, I was at his house 24/7. Nothing has ever come between us. That was, until a new family moved into town, who called themselves the Cullens.
comment, tell me what you think so i know if its worth finishing!!!