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Imprinted

Summary:
Renesmee begins to explore her romantic feelings for Jacob. It's the day he's been waiting for. When danger arises for both of them, how far will they go for each other? Renesmee's POV


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4. Secrets

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I had just walked in the door from shopping with Rosalie and Alice. They were hauling in tons of huge bags behind me. The phone was ringing. My parents were nowhere to be found. They must be at Carlisle and Esme's. I thought. I ran to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ness?" Great. It was Jacob... again. I'd managed to make up excuses for the past week: shopping with Rose and Alice, hanging out with Leah.

"What's up, Jake?" I didn't mean for my voice to sound so snappy.

"Well... I was kind of hoping we could hang out, since I haven't seen you in a week." Crap. I'd been spending so much time this week coming up with activities to avoid Jacob that I hadn't actually taken the time to think anything through. I racked my brain for another excuse.

"Um... I can't. I have a... um, date." My heart nearly stopped beating. What did I just say? How did that even escape my mouth?

"A date? With who?" Jacob sounded concerned. It sort of reminded me of my father. He was always so protective.

"Oh, no one you know." I laughed nervously. "He goes to Forks. His name is, um... Brent." Wow. The lie sounded so obvious to me. There's no way he would buy it. I didn't even know anyone who went to Forks. My friends consisted of Jacob, Leah, Seth, Rose and Alice.

"Oh. Well, that's ok. Another time." He sounded utterly disappointed. I was being a truly crappy friend. I started to feel the guilt wash over me.

"Don't worry, Jake. We'll hang out soon. I promise." I meant it too. I was going to spend tonight really thinking through this. Jacob had always been there for me and I needed to get over all of this and be there for him.

"Sure, Sure." He said. His tone was almost angry. "Have fun, Ness."

"Thanks, Jake." I paused I felt like I owed him some kind of explanation. "Listen, Jake-"

Click. The dial tone rang in my ear. Whoa. I thought to myself. Jacob actually hung up on me. I felt like crying. I knew I deserved it. It had to be obvious that I was avoiding him, but I never expected him to react that way. I felt the tears burn their way to my eyes. I held them back until I got to my room. I slammed the door and threw myself on my bed, sobbing. I felt like a child, as if my age was fitting now.

Alice and Rose broke through the door with worried looks. "Nessie, what's wrong?" Alice asked as she sat beside me on the bed.

"Nothing." There was no way I was telling them I was in love with Jacob, especially not Rose.

Rose didn't buy it for a second. "Nessie, you're crying. Something is wrong."

I cursed the human part of myself for letting my body thrust my emotion out for all to see this way. "I don't want to talk about it." I snapped. They both leaned away from my harsh tone. I sighed. "Look, if you talk to Jacob and he mentions a date, just play along."

They exchanged a glance. "Nessie, why are you lying to Jacob?" Alice looked at me disapprovingly.

"I just can't talk to him right now, ok?" I just wanted them to go away so I could think. "Could you just let me be alone for a while?"

"Yeah, sure." Rose grabbed Alice's arm and ushered her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

They spoke in hushed voices outside the door, but I could make out some words. "Do you think... she's old enough, I suppose... well, he did imprint... should we talk to Edward?"

Imprint? I thought to myself. Are they talking about Jacob? I searched through all my memories, looking for the word. I found one. I was just a baby, maybe three days old. I could hear my mother's voice yelling,

"How dare you imprint on my baby? Have you lost your mind?"

She was yelling at Jacob. I couldn't really remember the rest of the memory. It was like I had heard it from a distance.

Imprint? I thought of the word again. What is that? Jacob had never mentioned the word to me, not once. It obviously had something to do with me. And why had no one mentioned it before? I felt betrayed. My family had been keeping secrets from me. Worse, Jacob had been keeping secrets from me. I trusted him with everything. Why would he keep something from me? My temperature rose a bit as anger started to swarm through my veins. Well. I thought to myself. It's about time for me to figure out what's going on.

I got up and swung the door open. My parents had gotten home. They were sitting on the couch having a hushed conversation with Rosalie and Alice. They looked up as I stepped out of my room. My father's expression was covered with regret as he heard my angry thoughts. How could you lie to me? I kept his gaze with betrayal in my eyes.

"Nessie, it's not like that, honey. We wanted to wait until you got older." Everyone's face drooped. At least they were ashamed of themselves.

"Tell me what it means!" I snapped before anyone could start the apologies. I was in no mood for them.

"Renesmee, I don't think we should be the ones to tell you." My mother was completely calm despite my anger. She stood up and walked gracefully to me. "I think you need to ask Jacob that question." She laid her hand on my shoulder as she looked into my eyes with understanding. I calmed at her touch. If there was anything in this world that could calm me, it was my mother.

My mother and Jacob. I thought to myself. Tears began to burn in my eyes again. He had been so angry earlier. He had tried his best to hide it, but I could here the hostility in his voice. Why had I lied to him? It obviously had bothered him. I had to tell him I was just lying. I couldn't go on lying to him forever. Maybe if I confessed my lie, he would tell me about this secret. I closed my wet eyes and pictured my Jacob in my head: tall and bulky, piercing black eyes, chin length black hair, a big white smile contrasting with his dark skin. I had to tell him. I couldn't go on like this anymore, and now I had some things I needed to know too. I was going to La Push to tell him I loved him and he was going to tell me what imprinting was.

I opened my eyes to look at my family's concerned faces. "Ok." I said, finally acknowledging my mother's words. "I'll ask him... tonight." They nodded, their faces still twisted with worry. I walked to my room, grabbed my bag, and was out the door in seconds.