Jacob and Renesmee: Part 1

Renesmee

I made a big mistake.

I convinced my parents to let me go to public school. Luckily, it's senior year and graduation is coming up in a couple of weeks. Jacob told me I was going to hate it. I convinced him it was going to be fine. I wanted to see what all the hype was about with the teenage girls who walk down the street, giggling about their school day.

Yeah, I don't giggle.

I sit in class and sulk about missing my family and my Jacob. I would rather go hunting than deal with public school. I despise hunting. Sometimes, I fake that I'm going hunting but I just end up back at the house with Rosalie talking about boys and make-up and clothes.

My parents had me enrolled as a senior even though I'm a seventeen year old to the humans. I've only been on this earth for seven years. I had to take all kinds of tests to be able to show them the knowledge I possess so I could just do a senior year. Thankfully that's all it is. I don't think I could handle one more year.

Like any other day, I get up, shower, and try on a million clothes before deciding on a soft t-shirt with a pocket on the left breast and skinny jeans. I sit on the floor in front of my body mirror and start on my make-up. Every day, when I get to my mascara, I hear Jacob's voice walking through the door. He always comments on my breakfast to my mom and dad before knocking on my door, entering while ducking underneath the top of the door frame (this morning, he hits it with the top of his head), and handing me my tumbler full of whatever animal's blood my parents hunted. Oh, it also has ice. I love cold blood.

This time when he walked through the door, it's as if time slowed down. I noticed every, single detail of him. His growing smile when he sees me, the way his eyes shine when the light from my bedroom hits them, I see every scar, new and old, on his russet-colored skin. Jacob Black is beautiful.

I accidentally release a shaky moan and quickly return back to my mirror, sipping from the straw protruding out of my tumbler's lid.

I've looked at him a billion times. Looking at him today seems different. I can't pinpoint what is going on. Did he get a haircut? Or is he somehow taller? It could be me. Maybe it's an off day.

"Are you okay?" Jacob gives a small laugh and sits down beside me cross-legged.

His smile makes me feel butterflies. I can feel my face turning red and I quickly look out the window. If I keep looking at him, I'll become weak.

"I think so," I say. "Did you change at all? Get a haircut recently that I am just now noticing?"

"No. I did buy this shirt."

"Maybe it's me. Now that I think about it, I do feel different."

"Different, how? You look as beautiful as ever."

The butterflies are flying around in my stomach so much, I feel like I'm going to throw them up. There's excitement pulsing through my body when Jacob accidentally brushes his leg against mine. My eyes go wide. I shake my head and continue with my make-up. I need to focus. I have tests today.

"You're being quiet. Usually you are Ms. Chatty Kathy before I get the door opened."

"Maybe I'm going to be sick."

"I think you need a break from your blood-sucking family. I'll let you skip school. I won't tell your parents if you don't."

"I can't. I have a test in just about all my classes."

"Okay. The offer is always on the table. Human food could help you out."

"Gross." I gag. "Now that would make me sick."

I grab my bag and before we head out, Alice and Jasper come in the house.

"Edward, Bella, we have to discuss-" Alice freezes when she sees me. "Adult things." She continues.

"Well don't let us ruin your fun." Jacob walks toward the door and I follow. I give my mom and dad a kiss on the cheek before making my way to Jacob's beaten up green pick-up truck.

Jacob was very adamant about buying the truck from Sam. It barely made it back to his house before breaking down halfway in the driveway. At least he has a hobby outside of watching me. Watching him work on a truck bores me out of my mind.

I think about Jacob leaning over the open hood of the truck. His muscles flexing with every turn he makes of the tool. His skin gleaming from the sweat that makes its way down his face. Thinking about him that way causes my breath to speed up and I bite my lip in-hunger? Do I crave Jacob Black's body to touch me in a different way? I think so. I'm sure this feeling will pass. It randomly happened this morning, it will be gone by the time he picks me up.

"What the hell are you thinking about? You're about to shred your bottom lip with your teeth."

"Nervous." I say, patting my thighs with each of my hands.

"Is it the tests? We've been studying all week. I could even pass the stupid things."

We pull up to the school in a remainder of silence.

"If you need to talk about something-"

I cut him off. "I'm fine, Jacob. I'll be okay. Whatever it is, it will pass."

"I'll see you at two forty-five." He eyes me. "Stay safe."

He tells me that every single day since I started school. In my first week, he actually stood outside the windows, watching me. I finally got Jacob to back off and let me be. Now that I think about him watching me, I never want him to stop.

I walk up to my friends, not glancing back at Jacob like I normally do. I can't do it. The urge to run back to him and kiss him is very real.