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The New Kids

The Cullens start high school for the first time since Bella has been changed and Renesmee has been born. Will Nessie learn to love Jacob the way he wants her to? Or will she meet someone at school and repeat the history that brought her Mom and Dad together? The sequel to this story - Nothing But Time- should be up ASAP! Keep a look out for it!


20. Chapter 20

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He loved me. I felt my already fluttering heart speed up even faster. "I love you too," I told him breathlessly. I leaned in to kiss him and was surprised when he pulled back slightly.

"I...I need some answers first, Nessie. I do love you, but there are things I need to know."

I could understand that, but it didn't make his pulling away from me hurt any less. I knew I'd have to do this, but my stomach began to twist into knots at the thought anyway. I walked over to a fallen log and sat down. "What do you want to know first?"

He started asking the basic questions, the ones I expected. Questions about our diet, about my ability, the other abilities in my family, how you become a vampire, and why being a half breed was so rare. He took all my answers in stride, only wincing slightly every once and awhile. He was incredibly proud that he'd figured out my fathers ability all on his own. I was surprised at how matter of factly we were able to talk about it all. After about an hour I noticed that the temperature was beginning to drop quickly and Owen had started to shiver.

"Do you want to go back to my house? You're freezing, and I think my family will be able to answer some of your questions better than I can."

"Your house?" he asked tentatively.

I laughed, "Oh so now you're scared? Being alone in the forest with me doesn't frighten you at all, but my house, where you've been a million times, is suddenly terrifying?"

"Uh...yeah. When I think of some of the things that went through my mind while Edward was in the room." He shook his head and started kicking at the dirt on the ground. "And then of course there's the whole vampire thing...'vegetarian' or not. But mostly it's Edward, he must hate me."

Leave it to my fathers mind reading to scare Owen more than entire family of vampires. I searched through my memories for a way to show him that my father didn't really hate him, even though it might seem that way. I settled on earlier today, and touched my hand to his cheek.

'I know it must seem as if I don't like Owen, but that isn't the case. Overall I think he's very good for you. But do you know what the murder rate would be around the world if every father could hear the thoughts of their daughters boyfriends? It isn't anything personal against him.'

"Fine," Owen mumbled when I pulled my hand away. "I'm still not thrilled about going over there, but if you think we should."

"I do. It's not my place to tell you their stories and their reasoning for the lifestyle we live. You need to hear some things from them."

We started walking hand in hand back toward his house, and he kept peppering me with little questions about hunting and other vampires. Nothing that was too difficult to answer. But then he got to the big one, one of the inquires I'd been dreading.

"So, you said vampires don't age. How old are your parents? And is the same true for you?"

I was actually shocked that this had not been one of his very first questions, but was glad to put it off as long as possible. I'd start with the explanation of my parents, that was easier.

"Well, once you're turned into a vampire, you stop aging, so if you look at it that way my father is 17 and my mother 18, and they will be forever. But I have a feeling that's not what you're getting at...." The truth, nothing but the truth, I had to keep telling myself. "If they hadn't been turned, my father would be 115 and my mother 27." For what felt like the 100th time that day, I braced for a horrid reaction. He knew that my mother had been changed because of my birth, so I stopped to let him figure out the math in his head. I could tell when he got it, because he dropped my hand and sounded like he was about to hyperventilate.

"So that means that you...you're only..."

"Eight," I told him.

"Oh my God, oh my God," he just kept saying over and over again.

"It's okay!" I tried to tell him. "Yes, I'm eight, but its only a number. You know me, Owen, do I act eight? Or look it?"

He swallowed hard and leaned on a near by tree for support. "Obviously not. But still, this is so wrong. You're half my age! And what does this mean, is it the opposite of your parents? Since they stop aging do you age twice as fast?"

"No actually. I'm done aging. I'll be this way forever."

He blew a sharp breath out from between his lips, "So where does that leave me?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. It was a valid question, and one I'd thought of often in the past few weeks. I seriously doubted that right at this moment he wanted to hear there were very few options. "I guess we just keep going, and see where life takes us."

"You said Alice sees the future. Won't she know?"

"She might. I don't generally ask her things about my future, I'd rather not know. But you can ask her when we get to my house. If you're still coming, anyway."

"I might as well," he said. He started walking quickly, leaving me standing behind him. He was angry. Before I could think to move at a human pace, I ran in front of him, spinning around to look him in the face. His jaw dropped at my speed. I didn't care, his anger was making me furious.

"I don't get you Owen! I tell you I'm half vampire and that I survive on blood and you take that without blinking, but because I'm a little younger than you think acceptable you're going to be an ass?"

His green eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear. "You don't think that all of this has been hard on me?! I feel like I'm going insane! The girl I love, my girlfriend, is an eight year old VAMPIRE!" He shouted the last words so that they echoed through the forest. I stood there silently, not knowing what to say. He continued on in a whisper, "I love you, and you're basically telling me that this relationship is doomed, and it's barely started."

He looked to be on the verge of tears and I felt a jolt of pain in my chest. I had overestimated how well he was taking things, and my little outburst had caused him pain. "I'm sorry," I told him gently as I walked slowly to him and and wrapped my arms around his waist. I didn't even try to kiss him this time, not sure if I could take the rejection again.

"Let's go," he said into my hair. "I've got some questions for Alice."

When we pulled up to my house, Aunt Alice was sitting on the fountain waiting for us. "I saw that you had something to ask me," she said to Owen when we got out of the car.

"Uh, yeah. About me and Nessie."

Alice smiled serenely and said, "Right now, I'm getting a very clear image, but you don't know everything you need to know yet, so it could definitely change."

Didn't know everything he needed to know? I could only think of one thing that would freak him out more than anything he'd heard so far. Jacob. I pushed that to the back of my mind, he didn't need to know about that yet. Vampires and werewolves in one day would be too much for anyone. "So what are you seeing?" I asked Aunt Alice.

"You and Owen together in college, somewhere out east by the looks of it. Edward thinks it Dartmouth, he's thrilled!"

Owen and I just looked at each other with wide eyes. I had no idea what he was thinking, but all I could think of was whether or not he was still human in these visions. I asked Aunt Alice quickly so that Owen couldn't hear.

"Sometimes yes, and sometimes no. It changes," she replied.

My head was spinning and warring with itself again. I was beyond thrilled that things had the possibility of working out, but terrified for Owen and the circumstances that might lead us there.

"So, can you see anything else? Anything between now and then?" Owen asked.

"Nothing as concrete, and sometimes nothing at all. Like I said, things change quickly, every little decision affects the future. Ask me again next week and it might be totally different," she shrugged. "We should go inside, everyone is waiting."

I grabbed Owens hand as we walked into the living room and felt his pulse pounding. I could tell he was trying to keep himself calm with deep breaths. It didn't help that as soon as we walked in Uncle Emmett dropped all pretense of acting human and rushed to clap Owen on the back.

"Hey man! This is so cool, huh? Its awesome having a human in on everything. Bella was incredibly entertaining when she was human. Though you aren't as clumsy as she was and Nessie isn't as psycho as Edward was...Oh well I guess 3 battles in one decade is too much to hope for."

"Battles," Owen said, his face in a mask of shock.

"It's a long story," my father told him. As soon as Owen looked in his direction a grimace crossed his face and my father laughed humorlessly. "Funny isn't its? How when you're trying so hard not to think about certain things, they tend to push themselves to the front of your mind."

"Sorry, Sir."

I stifled a laugh and noticed that everyone else was doing the same, my dad included. Owen still looked terrified.

"No need to call me Sir. It might be a little awkward at school," my father told him, clearly amused.

Owen took his eyes off of my father and began to scan the room, looking at my family in a new light for the first time. I'm sure they looked different now that he knew the truth, the human mind tended to block out the strangeness as a kind of defense mechanism, but that filter would be gone now.

"You've explained it to him well, baby," my father said. But when Owens eyes stopped on Jake, sitting in the corner of the room, my father cleared his throat. "All except for that, I gather."

The confident look in Jakes eyes and the set of his mouth were making me nervous, like he knew that Owen would take off as soon as the truth about him was reveled. I could see Owen looking at Jake and back at my family, comparing their appearance, and noticing the obvious contrast in a different way than before.

Owen started to ask, "Jake? Are you...?"

"A bloodsucker?" Jake finished for him. "No, I'm not."

No, no, no! My mind was screaming, please not now. I looked beseechingly at my father and he just shook his head, "He deserves to know."

Owen turned back to me. "Deserve to know what, Ness?"

This was going to be a long night. I sat down and put my head in my hands, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Where would I even start? And how could I best explain? He would need the whole story- the wolves, why they exist, and why Jake was here with us, his mortal enemies.

Before I could think of where to start, my mother did it for me. She launched into the story of the Quileutes, with Jake throwing in his two cents now and then. My mother loved the old legends, and had heard them countless times. With her perfect vampire memory, she told the story nearly as well as Billy. She finished when she got the the part about the treaty and Jake took over from there.

"A little over 10 years ago, the vampires came back, the same coven we made the treaty with. Their return set the wheels in motion and the wolves started to return to protect the tribe. I'm one of them, one of the protectors."

"Breath, Owen!" I had to elbow him before he passed out.

"I- I don't believe this. Is this some kind of joke?" He looked into my eyes, hoping to find any trace of humor that would give us away.

Jake got up and started walking toward the back door. I knew immediately what he was going to do. "NO. Jake, don't."

"Go ahead Jake," Dad said to him. "He's not going to believe unless he sees it for himself."

Owens hand was wrapped tightly around mine and had begun to sweat and shake. Was he about to have a mental breakdown? I hoped not, but it would be more than understandable. After a moment I saw Jake in his wolf form approaching the back window, still too far away in the dark for Owen to see. Jake jumped onto the porch and into the light. I could feel Owen begin to sway next to me. His face had gone ghostly pale and a sheen of sweat covered it.

"Get him a trashcan...something!" my dad yelled.

Grandma Esme had the kitchen trashcan in front of Owen in a flash, and it was just in the knick of time. I looked away as Owen got sick and shot dirty looks at Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rose who were making disgusted faces. The sickness passed after a few minutes and I sat there rubbing Owens back as he placed his head between his knees.

"I've never gotten that reaction before," Jake said lightly when he walked back inside. I glowered at him from my position on the couch. I could tell that he was positively giddy that Owen appeared so scared that he was ill. "Are you okay, dude?"

"I'm fine," Owen snapped.

Great. Was this going to end all the friendliness between them? They'd always gotten along well, but now that everything was out in the open I wasn't sure if it would be possible anymore.

Owen looked up at Jake suspiciously, "If the wolves and vampires hate each other so much, why are you here?"

"Nessie," was the only thing he said.

"What about her?"

"She's my imprint, I have to be wherever she is."

"Your what?" Owen asked with obvious irritation in his voice.

"Maybe I should explain this part," I broke in before Jake had a chance to speak.

"No, Nessie. He's going to hear it from me. He should know what he's up against."

I looked at my father and he nodded, so I just sat still and listened while Jake explained imprinting. Every so often, Owen would glance at me and back to Jake with an indeterminable expression on his face. I watched Aunt Alice and my father closely, if anything changed they would be the first to know. My father looked like he was concentrating intensely and Aunt Alice wore the same serene smile she had earlier.

When Jake finished, Owen looked confused and slightly ill again. "So, you two are soul mates? Is that what he's getting at?"

"No!" I said at the same time Jake exclaimed "Yes!"

"I have a choice in all of this, Owen. Jake is my best friend, always has been and always will be, but only I can choose to make it more than that. And I don't."

"But he'll always want you in that way?"

"Yes," I conceded quietly.

"But you chose me? Why? If he's supposed to be everything you want and need, why would you choose me?"

It was a good question, one Jake and my family had asked more than once. I didn't have a good answer. "I can't explain that, not the way you want me to. If I were to explain imprinting though, I would say that I guess I'm perfect for Jake, that's why he imprinted, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's perfect for me. I love him like he's my brother, but I just can't love him that way."

"Yes, it does mean I'm perfect for you and if you tried to love me that way, you could!" Jake growled.

I sighed and looked at Owen, "None of this matters, what matters is that I love you. You have to trust me on that."

"I do," he smiled and took my hand.

Jake began to tremble, his hands in tight fists by his sides. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead he stormed out of the room, knocking over several lamps and a painting on his way out.

"He's going to kill me, isn't he?" Owen said to me under his breath.

My father heard him and said, "No, he won't. Not that he wouldn't like to, but it would hurt Nessie, so he would never. He's not giving up on her though, you've got competition."

"Thats fine,” Owen said with more confidence that I'd heard from him all night, “because I'm not giving up either."

Tonight hadn't gone as badly as I thought it might, but it definitely didn't end well. I knew if it ever came to any kind of physical fight, Owen would never stand a chance and that worried me.

"They won't fight, Ness, don't worry. Jake has more self control than you give him credit for, trust me. I know." My dad laughed and nudged my mother, who was watching me with a knowing, sympathetic look in her eyes.