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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!


21. Chapter 21

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It was past midnight before Owen left, and I was mentally exhausted from the eventful day. I dragged myself up to my room and collapsed down on the bed, nearly jumping out of my skin when I heard Jake clear his throat from the window seat. What was with me today? I'd never been caught off guard so many times in my life!

He laughed, "It's just me, Ness. Don't have a heart attack, geeze. Jumpy much?"

"It's been a long day, and I'm tired. What are you doing in here? I thought you were mad at me."

"I'm not mad...at you," he mumbled. "I just wanted to make sure that you're okay."

"I'm fine," I snapped at him.

"No you're not," he prodded. I wanted to be mad at him, he hadn't made tonight any easier on me, but I couldn't muster up the energy to be angry.

"Really, I am," I sighed. "I'm just exhausted." I punctuated my point with a wide yawn. Jake got up, pulled a pair of pajamas out of my dresser, tossed them to me, and turned away so I could change without getting off the bed. I wadded up my sweater and jeans and threw them like a basketball toward the hamper in the corner. When I crawled under the covers he came and stretched out across the foot of my bed.

"Do you remember when you were little and I'd sleep like this every night?"

I smiled a bit to myself, "Yeah, I remember." I hadn't thought of those days a long time. The days where Jake and I were inseparable, even in sleep. The days before I had grown up and demanded my own "space". I hadn't known then that Jake was supposed to one day be more than my big brother and best friend. I let my mind wander back to that time, and I was surprised by how much I missed it.

He must have been thinking the exact same thing, because right as I thought it, he whispered, "I miss that."

I sat up on my elbows and looked into his dark eyes, noticing for the first time how different they were from Owens. They were older and wiser, but also more guarded. I realized that it had been ages since I'd seen them open and happy like they once were. "It can be that way again," I told him. "We can just be best friends, without the complications. I want that, so much. I miss that. I miss you."

He turned his face away from me, hiding his eyes. "No, Ness. It can't go back to that. My instincts tell me what is best for you, and just being your best friend isn't it. So even though you want it to be that way, it can't be."

"But it's so difficult this way! It's harder on everybody, me and you!"

He looked back at me, and the determination was obvious in his face. "I'm sorry about that, but I'm not just giving up. I've fought this fight before, and I almost won. My desire to win this time is a million times stronger."

"Ew, I don't want to hear about you trying to get my mother!" I blurted out as I buried my face into my pillows.

I guess that broke the tension because he laughed and tossed a pillow at my head. "Go to sleep, crazy girl." I heard him get up and move towards the door, but I was asleep before he could close it behind him.

"Renesmee. Renesmee. Wake up sleepy head, you're going to make us late!"

"So. Tired. Go away," I moaned into my pillow.

"Don't make me send Jasper in here!" my mother threatened.

"UGH! Fine." I rolled out of bed and stumbled into my bathroom. It took me a moment to remember what had happened the day before, and I was surprised when I felt relief. A nights sleep had put things into perspective, so today I felt like a huge weight was off of my shoulders. I hoped Owen felt the same way, but for all I knew, he woke up more freaked out than before.

The rain was pounding against the windows and thunder rumbled low in the distance, from downstairs I could hear Uncle Emmett complaining about having to go to class instead of going out to play baseball.

"I really need to go to the hospital today, Emmett," Grandpa Carlisle told him. "And the others need to go to school, Edward has to make absolutely certain that Owen isn't saying anything to anyone." I knew Owen wouldn't tell our secret, but I understood why my family needed to take precautions.

I threw my hair up into a ponytail, not bothering to fix it since it was raining. I felt like wearing old jeans and a t-shirt, but I knew that Aunt Alice would throw a fit. I marveled at how well I knew her when I walked back into my bedroom. She had already made my bed and laid an outfit across it. I grudgingly put on the cream colored sweater dress and leggings, but tossed the kitten heels aside. Was Alice crazy? Shoes like that in this downpour? I pulled my Burberry rain boots out of the closet and put them on instead.

She only grumbled a little when I walked downstairs with my arms full of undone homework. She must have known that today was not the day to bother me about my choice of footwear. My relief was fading and a large knot in my stomach was taking its place and growing with every passing moment. I needed to see Owen to make sure he hadn't changed his mind. Maybe he had been in shock last night, and not able to fully realize what he was getting into. Everything could be different this morning.

The ride to school was quiet. My dad kept looking at me in the rear view mirror, obviously reading my worries and doubts, but not commenting on them. I scanned the parking lot for Owens car as soon as we rounded the corner, and it was there in its normal spot. The knot loosened slightly. At least he wasn't so scared that he was ditching school to stay away from me.

I didn't normally see him until lunch, so I walked into the building tense, knowing that I still had hours to wait. I was wringing the rain water from my sopping ponytail as I turned onto the hall where my locker was located, and skidded to a stop when I saw him leaning against it. He looked up and grinned at me. Relief flooded my body and I rushed over to him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Walking my girlfriend to class," he smiled. "Where else would I be?"

"I don't know. I was just worried...you know...after last night and everything."

"You shouldn't have been worried. I woke up this morning and realized that none of that stuff matters. You're still you. Everything I love is still there."

I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't speak, instead I just rested my hand against his cheek and showed him how I was feeling. We stood there for a minute, lost in the intense emotion. The perfect moment was interrupted by my father, of course.

"Get to class you two," he grumbled as he walked by.

I narrowed my eyes and thought mean things about him that I knew he'd hear. He was so okay with Owen and I as long as our thoughts were somewhere besides on one another. Oh well, I was tired of trying to censor what I was thinking for his benefit, he'd just have to deal. I rolled my eyes and pulled Owen toward my Spanish classroom. Aunt Alice and my mother were waiting outside the door for me. I turned to get my books from Owen and gave him a kiss in the middle of the hall. A week ago, I never would have done that in front of my family, but now I just didn't care.

As soon as Owen walked away and toward his first class, my mother turned to me, "Was that really necessary?"

I whispered to her as we made our way to our seats, "You make out with Dad in the halls all the time!"

"That's different," she hissed. "We're married!"

"Oh, and I'm sure you didn't do more than hold hands until you were married," I hissed back quietly.

"You'd be surprised," Aunt Alice laughed. If my mother could blush she would have, instead she just scowled at Alice and let her hair fall over her face.

Owen was waiting outside each of my classes for the rest of the morning. I didn't mind one bit, I could definitely get used to having my books carried around and getting kissed every 50 minutes!

"Do you want to come home with me after school?" he asked on our way to lunch.

"Yeah, that'd be great! I'll ask."

Once we were in the cafeteria, I made my way over to my parents table. "Do you mind if I go home with Owen after school today?”

"Will his parents be home?" My father asked.

I sighed heavily, "I don't know. But I'm sure Amanda will be."

"A 12 year old girl is not a chaperone," my father scoffed.

"You've got to be kidding me. You'll hear everything that happens in our heads afterward anyway! And Alice can see us, remember?"

"She has a point, Edward," Uncle Jasper told him.

"Fine," he conceded. "But you better behave yourself, I'm hearing all kinds of thoughts about you two kissing in the hallways, and I don't like it. You're going to get yourself a reputation."

I just shook my head and walked away. I didn't care what anyone else thought, my family included. The lack of privacy was becoming more of an annoyance with each passing day. I met Owen in the line and walked with him as he grabbed a slice of pizza and a coke, watching carefully for any signs of nervousness. Lunch would be the first time he'd seen Jake since last night.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly when saw him notice Jake from across the room.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"


He laughed and raised an eyebrow at me. "You think he's going to do something to me in the middle of the cafeteria?"

Good point. "Well, no...but still. You aren't worried about it being awkward?"

"No. We didn't do anything wrong. If he wants to make it that way fine, but if he expects me to run off because he thinks he's got some kind of weird claim on you, he's got another thing coming. I'd like to give him a piece of my mind for making you feel like you're doing something wrong by being with me."

I loved that he wanted to stand up for me, but that was definitely a bad idea. "I love you for that, really, but please don't. I don't think the other kids would take a giant shape shifting wolf as well as you did."

He laughed and followed me to our usual table, where the rest of our friends were already sitting. The tension was thick in the air, but I couldn't tell if the others had picked up on it yet. I'm sure Wren would, she was so annoyingly observant. And when she did, she'd say something. I'd just have to try to defuse it as much as possible.

"Hey guys!" I said brightly. "Did Jake and I miss anything good yesterday?"

"Only Owen being totally pathetic without you," Luke teased.

Jake snorted, "How could you tell a difference?"

I kicked Jake under the table, hard. So much for our friends not noticing. Owen narrowed his eyes slightly, but let it go. Thank God he had such an easy going nature. I could see Wrens eyes darting back and forth between Owen and Jake and I knew she was wondering what was going on. They were usually very congenial, and this sudden change was sure to be noticed.

I babbled on and on about nothing for the rest of lunch, hoping to distract from the glares Owen and Jake occasionally exchanged. The remainder of the hour passed uncomfortably, but also uneventfully. I would have been relieved when the bell rang releasing us for 5th period, but instead it sent me into a near panic. Gym was upon me. The class I had with both Owen and Jake. I had a feeling that the days of us having fun playing basketball or working on the free weights together were over.

I changed quickly, ignoring the meaningless prattle of the girls in the locker room, and rushed into the gym. I was hoping to beat the guys there, but of course, they were already warming up. Jake had a particularly nasty look on his face as he watched Owen ignore him.

"Behave yourself," I growled in his direction as I made my way to where Owen stood. I sat on the ground and started stretching, asking Owen to help push on my leg or back every now and then. I saw a sly grin spread across his face as I laid back and he held my calf in the air, pushing it toward my head.

"You better be glad Edward isn't here to listen to whatever it is you're thinking."

He just smiled bigger and kept helping me stretch. After we finished, he laughed, "Not that stretching you out wasn't fun, but the smile was more about the look on Jake's face watching me do it."

"I don't like that," I muttered. "I want you and Jake to get along. I don't expect you to be friends, but could you at least be civil? I don't like hurting him."

"I'll be perfectly civil if you'd like, but you can't expect me to sit back and take his crap like I did at lunch today. It's got to be a two way street."

Before I could answer, the coach blew his whistle. "Everybody listen up! If you played basketball yesterday, you can do weights or running today. Everyone who did weights and running yesterday, today is your day for basketball."

We all knew the rotation, and today was basketball for us. Jake was a captain today and got to pick teams, of course I ended up on his and Owen did not. I knew that it was going to be a disaster from the second the ball was tossed up, Jake slammed into Owen, ran down the court and scored a 3 pointer. I helped Owen up off the ground and eyed him apologetically as I ran after my team.

The game continued the same way for the next hour, Owen spent more time on the floor than playing. Finally the coach came out of his office and said we could go to the locker rooms. As my team celebrated the huge victory, I was too furious to join in. I rushed to Owens side and started examining the dark bruises that were already taking shape on his arms and legs.

"I'm fine," he kept saying over and over, even though he winced every time I touched him.

I turned to glare murderously at Jake, who was leaning against the far wall, watching Owens pain with immense satisfaction. Owen obviously saw, and started cursing under his breath, but then a determined and devious gleam lit up his green eyes. Before I could stop him, he crushed my body to his and started kissing me passionately. I gave in for a split second, before I realized what he was doing. Detaching myself from his arms, I gave him the same look I had been giving Jake only a moment before.

"What?" He asked with genuine surprise.

"Don't you dare use me to make Jake feel bad. That's just as awful as what he did to you."

He looked mildly ashamed of himself, but not as much as he should. This was absolutely ridiculous, and I wasn't going to take it. I turned on my heel and walked away without another word. Tears of anger and frustration were stinging at my eyes, and Jake's juvenile snickering at my telling off Owen stopped when he saw one roll down my cheek. I looked back at the court before I opened the locker room door and saw the two of them glaring at each other with looks of intense hatred like I'd never seen.