Chapter 2 - Dangerous
"Hey...I'm Jason..." he smiled. He looked vaguley familiar.
"I'm Renesmee... Do I know you? I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude.." I mumbled whilst trying to pick up his scent. It was sweet. Sickly sweet. There was just one explanation for his scent. He's a vampire.
Someone hissed. I looked around and realised it must have been me, because Jason and I were the only ones left in the parking lot.
"Renesmee..." he started. The way he کہا my name made my insides melt. "D آپ need a lift home?" For a second, I was totally lost in his eyes. I felt as I could see all the way to his soul.
"Ummm... No thanks... My car's just over there," I mumbled, as I turned around. I wished I could stay, stay and talk to this handsome stranger. I had to see him again.
"Hey.. Jason... do آپ wanna some to a party. I mean, it's my 17th and I've got loads of family coming in from out of state and..." I کہا quickly, so it came out like mush.
A number of emotions played on his face. Confusion, hurt.. he then looked very serious.
"I'm no good for آپ Renesmee..." he کہا slowly. "I'm dangerous... آپ should stay away from me..." his expression was almost pleading.
"Umm... okay... I'll see آپ around then..." I mumbled. I turned around to wave goodbye, but he was already gone. I sighed as I walked over to my purple BMW.
I felt a tear slide down my cheek as the engine purred. My Aunt Rosalie had made a few adjustments to my early birthday present. She's great with cars. Messing around with them is one of her favourite hobbies. If آپ saw her آپ wouldn't assume this as she is one of the ost beautiful people in the world. With her long blonde hair and golden brown eyes. All my vampire family is beautiful. Compared to them... I am average looking. Whenever I even think anything like this, my dad goes crazy, saying how heartbreakingly stunning I am. I, like Lydia, have long curls down to my waist, however my hair is a bronze colour. I inherited my mother's chocolate brown eyes, and ability to blush (not good in embarrassing situations!) And my 'gift' is totally useless. The most useless in my family. I can show people my thoughts سے طرف کی touching them. Where as my father can read minds, my Aunt Alice can see the future (except if it includes any half breeds, like me and Jake.), my Uncle Jasper can mess with peoples emotions, and my mom can shield herself and others from any other mental gifts. All of these are very useful... unlike mine.
All the way ہوم I thought about Jason. Why did I feel so strongly about him? Why did he tell me that I should stay away from him. This was one reason I needed to see him again. I sighed once مزید as I entered the cavernous garage. I giggled as my Aunt Alice hopped of her yellow Porsche and ran towards my car.
"How was school?" Aunt Alice asked.
"Fine. Where's my dad? He was supposed to give me another piano lesson," I asked.
"Everyone else has gone hunting," she told me with an odd expression. I knew she was lying. But ... oh well...
"Soooo... We're going shopping! آپ need a whole new wardrobe!" she screeched excitedly. MY Aunt Alice loves fashion and clothes. She won't let any of us wear the same thing twice. This annoys my mom as she prefers jeans and sneakers, rather than کاک, کاکٹیل dresses and stiletto's. I, on the other hand, love Alice's style. This is why I am one of her favourite shopping partners.
I looked at her confused, as she led me to her porsche.
"Why this car?" I asked, "We usually take the Volvo when we go shopping," I کہا whilst looking around the almost always full گیراج , and realised my dad's Volvo was gone, as well as my Uncle Emmett's Jeep. I looked at her and narrowed my eyes in suspision. She had کہا ghey had gone hunting, but why would they take the cars, when they could run? Why won't she tell me where they are?
"Do آپ know what? I don't feel like shopping today... I would if I knew where everyone was..." I hinted at my petite Aunt.
"I told you! They've gone hunting!" she کہا starting to get annoyed.
"Well then I'll wait right here for them." I protested.
The اگلے thing I knew I was in my Aunt's arms, being carried to her porsche.
"You're so much like you're mother. So stubborn." she کہا as she set me down in the car.
"Aunt Alice! Where are they?!" I screamed. She looked at me, shocked. I hardly ever shouted.
"Fine." she said. "They're in La Push." she stated.
Due to the treaty, the Cullen's rarely set foot on Quilette land. Except for an emergency.