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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!


24. Chapter 24

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I could see the bright morning light from behind my eyelids, and forgot for a second that I wasn't in my room at home. I smiled slightly when I remembered where I was. I stretched slowly, trying not to jostle Owen and wake him. Cracking open one eye I looked at the clock, it was 10:16. Crap! It was Friday, I should be at school right now! I whipped my head around and saw Owen staring at me, deep lines etched into his forehead.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Watching you. You talk in your sleep."

I sighed heavily. Yet another annoying human trait I'd inherited from my mother, though I normally just babbled nonsense. "Did someone call me into school? I'm really really late."

"My mom called us both in," he told me. "Besides, it's sunny. You wouldn't have been able to go anyway."

Well that was a relief, but the intense, concerned gaze Owen had fixed on me was quickly making me self conscience. I looked down at myself and gasped, beams of sunlight filtered in through his window and over my bare legs and arms, causing them to shimmer. I flung the comforter over me. "Sorry, I know that's a little strange."

"Don't cover up, I like how you look in the sun. Don't you want to know what you said while you were sleeping?"

"I actually said stuff?!"

"Um hum," he nodded. "You started off with a nice little recap of last night...all the good parts." His forehead temporarily smoothed out and he smiled.

I blushed deeply and put my hands over my eyes. "Great, then what?"

Through my fingers I saw the concerned look return to his face. "You talked about Jake."

Of course I did. "You know that what I say in my sleep doesn't mean anything. Yesterday was intense, it figures that I'd say something about him. I'm sure I don't mean it though."

"I didn't even tell you what you said, and you're already sure you don't mean it?"

UGH. This was not the kind of conversation I liked to have two minutes after waking up. "What did I say?" I asked, still not moving my hands from covering my face.

"Well, at first you were saying that you hate him. But then 'I hate Jake' turned into 'My Jake' and you started to cry."

I lowered my hands. "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "I don't like seeing you like that. I don't like hearing it either...but mostly I just hate to see you upset."

"It does bother me, this thing with Jake, but you're still the one I want. You believe me don't you?"

He looked at me intently for a moment before saying, "Yeah, I believe you. I guess I don't understand why though. Why would you rather be with me? Actually...I guess my question is more why don't you want to be with him? He can be with you forever, I can't. What do we have? 15, maybe 20 years before people start to look at me like I'm a pedophile."

The look in his eyes almost broke my heart, but the truth in his words was even worse. I could probably pass for 20 if I tried, and older men dated girls that age all the time, but we could never have any kind of normal life or relationship. My boldness from the night before was still lingering, so I decided to tell him the few options we actually had.

"The way I see it, we've only got a couple of choices. Live our lives like this...halfway normal...with you human and growing old. I'd stay with you as long as you wanted me too of course." I paused briefly, and made the split second decision to just spit it out. "The only other way is to have someone in my family change you."

He never broke eye contact with me, and I could hear his pulse accelerate. "Which way would you prefer?" he forced out breathlessly.

"The way that lets me keep you forever," I told him truthfully. His eyes glazed over and I thought he was about to pass out. "Owen? Owen?!" He was just staring, his pulse still racing.

After an eternity of waiting for him to gain control of his motor skills, he finally spoke shakily. "You want me to be a vampire?"

"You asked, and I promised myself after you found out about my family that I would be truthful with you from then on. So that's the truth, I want you forever."

Then we just sat there, me sitting cross legged on the bed, him laying back into his pillows with a look of utter shock and terror on his face. Every so often I'd glance at clock. 10:28. 10:36. 10:49. 11:00 rolled around and over half an hour had passed with neither of us saying a word.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when at 11:03 he spoke. "Let's do it."

"Do what?" I asked stupidly, thinking for a moment that he meant something else. Then it hit me...he wanted to be turned into a vampire. I had expected far more reluctance on his part.

"Turn me into...well, you know. Come on, lets go." Pain crossed his face as he tried to swing his legs out of bed. I laughed and pushed him back down gently.

"Right now? Are you crazy? First of all, getting anyone in my family to do it is going to be a job in itself. Second, I would never let you do this without having all the facts first. There are all kinds of unpleasant truths about this life, and you'd need to tie up some loose ends first as well."

He looked dejected, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was so eager because he was worried he'd change his mind. As much as I'd love for him to become part of my family right this very second, I knew we had time. We could easily wait until he was 19 or 20, which would put us close to the same age physically, forever. Unless the Volturi somehow became involved, then it would be much sooner. I shuddered at the thought.

He shifted his weight slightly and I saw the pain on his face again, causing me to remember why I was even here in the first place. In the blink of an eye I ran downstairs, filled up a few ice packs and began placing them on the bruises that (if possible) looked even worse today.

"How are you feeling?" I asked when I was done playing nurse.

"Eh, the soreness is worse, but nothing is throbbing like it was yesterday. My arm feels better too, but I would definitely love a pain pill right about now."

I got him his pill and kissed him softly. "I need to call home and check in, I'll be back up in just a minute."

He smiled and closed his eyes, waiting for the medication to bring him drowsiness and relief. I grabbed my cell and headed out to the backyard, dialing as I went. My father answered the home phone after one ring.

"Hey Dad. Just calling to check in."

"How is Owen doing today?" he asked politely.

"He's really sore, but okay. Not any worse at least." I was dying to ask about Jake, but I knew what my father would think if I did. I was determined to make him see that I wasn't jealous. Before I could think of a way to broach the topic, my father spoke.

"Alice called earlier," he said casually. "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me?"

Oh hell. This could be any number of things...I had a feeling that if she had told him about last night he'd be here wringing Owens neck, not sitting calmly on the other end of the line. She should have seen his decision to become a vampire already, but why hadn't she called me first?

"Uh..." was all I could manage to get out.

"Well, you can't change him, so you'll have to let us in on this idea eventually."

Okay, at least I knew what he was talking about now. This was definitely a safer topic that what had gone on last night. "What do you think, Dad, will Grandpa Carlisle do it?"

I heard my father sigh into the phone. "I don't know, baby. The circumstances surrounding this are much different than anything we've previously encountered."

"But he was going to change Mom for you! Even if she hadn't almost died!"

"Yes, but Bella made an informed choice. And my family knew that I could not live without her, we very nearly died for one another on more than one occasion. The same can't be said for you and Owen, thank goodness, but still... you're both so young, who knows what you'll want down the road?"

"DOWN THE ROAD WILL BE TOO LATE!" I shouted. "You're only saying all of this because you want me with Jake. You're so willing to sacrifice what I want, what Owen wants, on the off chance that I'll eventually want to be with him!" The rational part of my brain told me that I was freaking out for nothing. Not even 5 minutes ago I'd thought of all the time we had before turning Owen became necessary, 3 or 4 years at least. I just hated that my father seemed to be putting Jake's feelings in front of his own daughter's.

"You really need to think this through, Renesmee. Forever is not just some arbitrary term for us. Are you prepared to be with Owen for eternity?"

"Yes," I said confidently. I was ready, I could picture myself still with him in 1,000 years. I got all tingly just thinking about it.

"There are a few other things to discuss, but now isn't really the time. Perhaps once Owen is feeling better we can all sit down and talk."

That sounded reasonable, so I let the conversation drop for then. With that out of the way, it seemed safe to ask about Jake. "Did Jacob make it home last night?" I tried to keep the intense interest out of my voice.

I could practically hear my father smirk on the other end of the line. "Yeah, he was home by midnight."

He was going to make me ask wasn't he? "And?" I added with obvious irritation.

"And...I think he had a good time."

"DAD! Are you going to make me come out and say it? You know what I want to know."

I was starting to fume as he laughed. "Okay, okay. I don't really know what's going on, because I don't think Jake knows exactly what's happening either. He likes her, but he's still in love with you...the two emotions just don't seem compatible. But last night he tried to take things further with Rory and it went well."

"How well?" I asked.

"Well enough. He told her that he's in love with you, but that he doesn't think it will go anywhere soon, and he wants more than anything to move on. He was surprisingly honest without giving too much away. He must really like her, he even went to school without us today just to see her. She likes him too, from what I could tell in his thoughts."

He sounded way too satisfied about this, and what was with all the details? He never told me this much about someone else's thoughts. "Dad...why are you telling me so much? Normally it would be like pulling teeth to get that kind of info. There isn't any particular reason you want me to know, is there?"

"No, I just think you should know that Jake isn't going to wait around forever. He won't come right out and say it, but it's there. He'll fight the imprint if he has to."

Good. Jake could at least try to be happy without me. The voice in my head screaming 'NO!' wasn't as loud as I'd anticipated it to be, so I supposed that was good news. Even though it was happening before my eyes, however slowly, I still couldn't picture Jake ever actually leaving. I pushed all the thoughts of it out of my head, I would face it when the time came. If it ever did.

"Ness? Are you still there?" I could hear my father saying through the thick swirl of contradictions in my mind.

"Oh, yeah...I'm here. That's good news, isn't it? Jake can at least try to be happy with someone else."

"Yes, very good news. Do you need to get back to Owen now? You sound distracted."

I could tell what he was trying to do by the tone in his voice, and it wasn't going to work. I would not feel upset, guilty, or any of the other emotions he expected me to feel. "Yes, I do. I'll call you tomorrow. Try and warm the family up to the Owen situation, will you? Thanks." I hung up the phone and dashed back up the stairs.

I had hoped Owen would be awake to keep me distracted, but I had no such luck. He was snoring softly as I settled down next to him and flipped on the TV, but unfortunately there was nothing captivating enough on in the middle of the day to keep my mind away from where it wanted to go.

I tried to imagine my life in 100 years. I could see Owen there, strong, young and beautiful by my side. But where was Jake? As far as we knew, an imprint had never been broken...was it even possible? The subject of an imprint had never refused, so maybe once I definitively gave up on Jake and was truly ready to let him go, he could go easily and happily. I wasn't ready yet though. I still wanted my best friend.