"Ow!" I yelled when I felt a section on my forehead burning. I rubbed it tentatively. The heat was blistering my forehead on the inside. Good, I thought frustrated. I hurriedly shut up to see if anyone had heard me yell. It was dead silent in the living room. Normal behavior. I heard the low murmur of the news break through the silence.

I let my thoughts go back to their normal wandering while I continued carefully straightening my natural curly hair. I wondered why I was doing this. Taking the pain, and frustration. I remembered why. It was because of Jacob Black. His big brown eyes, his boyish laughter, his hard muscles, the way he can just draw any girl in, until they just go insane with longing. I especially loved his innocence he had when he slept.

I groaned in annoyance as Justin Bieber's Somebody to Love came on the radio. After all, who could love Bieber when you had Black?

I jumped as I felt a sharp poke on my collar bone. I looked over my shoulder to see my Aunt Alice tugging a strand of my hair, "I like your natural curly better, it complements the shape of your face."

She circled, me taking in the strapless scarlet knee length dress (with fishnets), the black stilettos, and my grandmother's earrings with the matching necklace. "Jacob is taking you somewhere?" She asked nonchalantly.

I responded, "Yeah, dinner then dancing, though I can't really imagine him dancing. I decided to have some regular food tonight to give him a chance at what he likes."

We chuckled, trying to imagine burly Jake swaying from side to side. We couldn't picture it. "He'd probably clear everyone off the dance floor." Alice said. Her topaz eyes were still on me, probably wondering if I was going revealing a little too much.

When you're sixteen (or appear to be so), everybody wonders that.

I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror. My chocolate brown eyes were staring me down, completing the runway look I was going for. I heard my mother's sing-song voice pierce the air, "Renesmee, Jacob is at the door!"

At first, I was puzzled. I was almost positive I didn't hear the door ring. A few seconds after, though, I heard the annoying doorbell my mother insisted on having. To blend in, she said. I grabbed my purse, and pranced down the hall. I gasped, Jacob looked... pulchritudinous. Without realizing what I was doing, I threw my arms around his brawny figure and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Even though it had only been 2 days, I felt like I hadn't seen him in forever.

That's what love feels like, I thought to myself. Eventually, we released each other, but Jacob kept one of my hands in his firm, but gentle, grasp.

"Have her home by eleven," I heard my father tell Jacob.

"Of course." he muttered. He stretched the word to three syllables.

Once inside the car, we were free to talk. Once we got out of hearing range, he turned towards me but I interrupted him with a quick kiss. Jacob continued, "I was thinking steakhouse, made reservations and everything, that ok?"

I nodded my head, wherever he was, I was ok with that. My hand reaching for the stereo. Jake's hand suddenly took mine. I looked into his eyes and he explained "I prefer your voice over those silly singers."

"Ok." I said cheerfully.

We drove along in silence, despite the earlier comment about my voice. But it wasn't like the awkward silence, it was just our silence. Behind it, there was always more. I laid my head back against the seat, content. The car we drove in wasn't new, it was a Honda made in the 1980's. He rebuilt it after his Rabbit broke down sometime after my birth.

When the car was certainly almost wheezing, we reached the restaurant. It was crowded and there was loud laughter coming from the indoor bar. I felt like… something was bound to happen tonight. Something that might affect my whole life. But I was going to spend my time with Jacob. I shook my head to help clear my thoughts. The fear didn't go away. Jacob never let go of my hand until we sat down. Maybe he felt that weird feeling too.

When I thought Jacob wasn't looking, I would throw a quick glance over my shoulders. And then I would hope Jacob didn't catch that. A girl with straight hair and bad complexion was walking this way.

"Can I take your order?" I heard the waitress say, then exclaimed, "Oh my god! Jacob? Jacob Black? Do you remember me? Anise Reyes? We used to play in the snow and run around together!"

I looked to see whether Jacob did remember her, the bottle blond whose country accent was obviously fake. Jacob was oblivious, at first shock was in eyes, but then, no surprise, recognition and excitement replaced the confusion. I felt my eyes narrow.

"Ani? It's been forever!" exclaimed Jacob.

This so called Ani started chirping to Jacob faster than I would have thought possible, if I was mere human. I examined his face; he looked at me and smiled sheepishly. I tried to smile but for some reason, my face formed a frown.

"Hi, I'm Renesmee," I grabbed Jacob's hand for good measure, "You're a waitress?" I wasn't trying to make conversation –I was trying to remind her she had a job to fulfill. She mumbled hi brusquely, ignoring my extended hand.

"Do you mind if I take a seat?" She asked Jacob in her false country accent, not waiting for answer. She grabbed a chair from the table behind us and sat closer to Jacob then was really necessary.

Jacob must have felt it was time for a change in conversation after I heard her mumble something about her past boyfriends. He gestured toward me and said happily, "This is my girlfriend Renesmee," he said girlfriend with no hesitation noticeable. I fought back a smile. The waitress finally looked at me longer than just a glance; she took in the little details I got from my parents. The fine print. She noticed our hands locked together across the table. I thought I saw jealousy burning in her eyes. Once more, I fought back a smile. She then continued as if with no interruption. I stared at her in shock.

She is very persistent, I thought.

So I assessed her, watching her lean in closer to Jacob. I felt rage bubbling up inside me, fighting to come out and slap her. I suddenly saw her hands grab Jacob's free one and she said something that sounded like "I have really missed you." Her eyes closed and she leaned in even closer, breathing slowly.

It was then that I lost it.

I angrily grabbed my coat and purse, surprising them both. Instead of yelling at that bottle blonde, I stormed out of the steakhouse. Not caring who was watching me, I threw off the stilettos, and ran. I ran faster than any other human. I ran like what I was.

I ran like a vampire.