A/N: Hey guys, first off I would like to say I'm sorry. I've been through so many versions of this chapter, and I just didnt know which one to use. But, its here now.

Apologies for any typos you find in here, my beta is one vacation at the moment. Any really obvious ones in here any of you would like to point out would be appreciated.

Two songs in this chapter- First, Remembering Sunday by All Time Low and Decode by Paramore. So, any of you who dont know the songs and what to listen to them, there are the song names.

Also, something I would like to point out that I dont think I've made clear enough is that Renesmee is looking to be about a fifteen/sixteen year old. I know that she obviously isnt that old, and to be totally honest I'm not quite sure how old she is which is quite terrible so there you go, I'm writing her to be fifteen/sixteen.

Thank-you to everyone who reads NAF, I really do appreciate all of your reviews. :)

Thinking things through just made everything so much worse. I found that the more I thought, the more I contradicted myself. I couldn't believe that had just happened. Well, actually I could; it was just the type of thing Mollie would do, especially infront of the whole school. She used Jake to get back at me. Despite the fact that I had been gone for over a month she still held a grudge against me. What's more was that as far as I knew, Mollie and Jack were still together.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and pulled out my cell phone. 13:52. I had been hiding away in here for over an hour, I should be on my way to music. I knew that it was class change over, so I could catch Erin, but I could also catch unwanted attention, Mollie or Jake. I took a deep breath before unlocking the cubicle door. I walked over to stand in front of the mirror. I didn't look like myself. My eye was swollen and bloodshot. It was obvious I had been hit in the face that much I could tell. I looked a mess; my mascara had run leaving tear tracks in my foundation. Alice would kill me if she saw me like this, I thought with a laugh. My head throbbed and made me sway with dizziness. I caught myself on the surface and steadied myself. I wiped away my tears and splashed my face with water. Once I looked just about acceptable, I opened the restroom door. I stepped out into the crowds of people and hoped I would be able to blend in.

"Nessie!" I heard Jake shout over the buzz of the students chatting to each other. Of course I couldn't. I ignored him and carried on walking in the direction of my music lesson. I could hear Jake's footsteps on the vinyl flooring as he ran after me, and knew that it wouldn't be long before he appeared in front of me. I heard someone slide across the floor, a crash and a curse and then Jake was standing in front of me slightly breathless. I looked up and waited for him to say something, because I certainly wasn't. I had nothing to say to him.

"Nessie," he sighed, reaching up to caress my face. I quickly dodged his hand, and moved to step around him. The look on his face hurt more than it should have. I'm sorry, I thought in my head wondering whether to say it out loud but my thoughts were interrupted by Jake speaking.

"Nessie I know that you have every right to be mad at me but I want you to know that I didn't know Mollie was going to do that." He rushed, stumbling over his words. I continued looking at him, I wasn't planning on saying anything. He sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to speak to him.

"I guess this will be a monologue then," he said. "I'm sorry about everything I said yesterday about Damen, I know that you didn't do any of it intentionally and I get that he understands you, what with him being half vampire and all and," he trailed off, looking behind me. I turned and followed his gaze and saw an annoyed looking Mollie standing there staring at us. I sighed and shook my head at Jake, walking away. He couldn't even apologize to me without having Mollie there watching us.

"Nessie wait," he called after me, grabbing hold of my arm. I spun back around to face him planning to scream and shout at him when my resolve came crashing down. Tears sprang at my eyes, and a few escaped; sliding down my face. His grip was harder than it should have been and his fingers were digging into my arm. I could feel the muscles in his arms tensing, and I could see him shaking slightly.

"Please Jake, I don't want to do this, not here," I whispered glancing around at the students who had stopped to stare at us in the hallway.

"Nessie I just want to apologize, I don't want you to be mad at me," he said through clenched teeth. I looked warily at him; I didn't want him to phase right here in the middle of the hallway.

"I can control myself," he stated, sounding annoyed. I internally groaned; sometimes I really hated my gift. Since the whole Damen near fight issue I had been able to project my thoughts to someone without having to have contact with them. Sure, that was pretty useful but telling people my thoughts unintentionally whilst touching them, not so much.

"I know Jacob, I-" I started but was cut off.

"Jacob?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I knew that I rarely called him Jacob, just like he never calls me Renesmee, except from when one of us is angry. I sighed, looking around me. The hall was getting emptier and I really needed to get to class.

"You've already missed one lesson, what's another to you?" Jake asked.

"Exactly. I've already missed one, now I really need to get to class," I said, pulling away from his grasp but it only got tighter.

"Jake." I said, "let me go." I struggled against him, trying to pull away but it was no use. His fingers were biting into my arm like razor sharp teeth.

"Go on then Nessie, walk away just like you always do. Run to your mommy and daddy and make them come after me and get them to do your dirty work. Just like you always do." He scoffed, dropping my arm. I pulled it up towards me and looked at the red finger shaped marks I knew would still be there by the time I got home. Tears created a film like mask on everything as I narrowed my eyes at him. I turned away and walked towards my class trying not to cry for the second time today. Inevitably I had to walk past Mollie who had been watching the whole thing.

"You sure know how to piss your boyfriend of huh?" she sneered. I glared at her, fighting the urge to say something back, knowing it would just make everything worse. I shoved past her, and approached the music room door, ignoring her complaints. I pushed the door open and found that class had already started. I had interrupted Hannah's performance of Remembering Sunday. I murmured my apology before claiming my seat next to Erin. I could feel everyone's gaze on me and I knew I looked bad. I looked like I had gotten into a fight most probably.

"Nessie?" she whispered turning towards me. I watched as she took in my appearance and sighed. "another argument?" I nodded, a tear slipping down my cheek. I hastily wiped it away. "Two confrontations in one day huh?" she asked. I smiled, nodding. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder in a quick hug before we were surrounded in rounds of applause. I quickly joined in, turning to smile at Hannah who was putting down the guitar and moving to her seat behind me.

"Renesmee?" Miss Swift called, looking at me. I almost groaned in disbelief. I had totally forgotten that today was my turn to perform. I shot a look at Erin who smiled sympathetically before standing up and walking to the front. I picked up the guitar and sat down looking around at everyone. I cleared my throat.

"Okay so I was originally going to sing a slightly happier song, but given certain circumstances I have decided to try another song so I apologize if I mess up," I stuttered, looking around the room. I looked down at the guitar and began strumming.

How did we get here? When I used to know you so well. How did we get here? Well, I think I know. I sang, closing my eyes and hitting the notes perfectly. I opened my eyes to see Jake looking through the window at me, his eyes boring into mine. Inevitably I stumbled on my words and the guitar pick I was holding came flying out of my hands. I glared at Jacob and reached behind me to grab a new one and began to strum again.

But you think that I can't see what kind of man that you are if you're a man at all. Well, I will figure this one out on my own. I sang, looking directly at Jake. I could see the humor dancing in his eyes as I sang those words to him. I dropped my gaze looking down at the guitar and finished the song. I put the guitar down and reached down and picked up the pick that I had dropped beforehand. The class applauded me, though I really didn't deserve it.

"Renesmee that was an excellent performance, you made a great comeback after dropping your pick," Miss Swift smiled. I smiled back, taking my seat next to Erin.

"Depressing song much?" she said, turning to face me. I snorted.

"Depressing times," I smiled, looking up at the spot where Jake was standing. She smiled at me.

"I saw him standing there," she whispered. "I was trying to tell him to go but he was only looking at you." I sighed.

"Am I doing the right thing?" I asked, turning my head to look at her.

"Don't ask me, I'm not getting in the middle of this," she said, putting her hands up in defeat.

"Well if this was Seth, what would you do?" I asked, begging her with my eyes to answer. She groaned.

"If this was Seth we were talking about then yes, I would be annoyed at him. I would give him the silent treatment, but I know that I would forgive him eventually." She said, speaking quickly. I nodded, leaning back in my chair. I hadn't particularly been mad at Jacob, until I'd spoken to him. I hated the way he treated me like a child. I knew that I was technically still a child, but that didn't give him the right to patronize me. I was getting myself worked up again and I needed to snap out of it but I couldn't get myself to stop thinking about why Jake had been standing in the hallway watching me. I really didn't want to be here, my head hurt, my eye was swollen and I felt sick. I knew my dad was going to flip when he found out what had happened and for once I was genuinely scared off what he was going to do. Suddenly Erin jumped to her feet and rushed out of the door, running down the hallway. I stared after her in awe; what the hell was she doing?

"Erin!" Miss Swift shouted after her, but Erin carried on running. I stood up and turned to Miss Swift smiling apologetically.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'll be back." I turned and ran after Erin, ignoring Miss Swift calling me back.

I followed Erin into the restrooms and flinched as the cubicle slammed shut and echoed in my aching head. The room was filled with the sounds of Erin getting sick. Nice, I thought to myself leaning against the wall. Two minutes later I heard Erin groan and I took that as my chance.

"Erin?" I called, knocking on door. She hummed in response, and unlocked the door. I pushed it open and found Erin crouched on the floor in the corner. She looked terrible.

"Do you have a hairband?" she asked randomly. I laughed, taking mine from my wrist and handing it to her. She quickly scrunched hair into a messy bun before leaning over the toilet. I cringed, but didn't move from my position.

"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly. I smiled.

"Its fine," I laughed. "I'm just glad you had a good enough excuse for running out of class like that," I joked, seeing her groan when I mentioned it.

"I have to face everyone now," she sighed. I shook my head.

"No, you're going to go to the nurse to get us permission to be sent home." I said firmly. "And then we are going to have Carlisle check up on you." She groaned.

"I'm fine," she started to say but was interrupted by another round of nausea. I laughed, shaking my head at her. She glared up at me and I quickly shut up. Five minutes later when Erin was sure she wasn't going to be hit by another wave of nausea, we left the bathroom and I left Erin to go back to the class room to collect our stuff. The room went silent as I walked in and Miss Swift looked at me expectantly.

"Erin got sick," I explained. "The nurse wants to send her home, and she needs someone to drive her," I trailed off guessing she would understand.

"Okay," she smiled. "Tell Erin to get well soon," she requested, and I nodded before grabbing our stuff and rushing out the class. I entered the room to find a very embarrassed looking Erin. The nurse turned to glare at me before turning back to Erin. The nurse sorted through all the correct paperwork before letting us go. We hurried out into the parking lot and found Erin's car.

"Nessie what are you doing?" Erin questioned as I walked around to the driver's side.

"You're sick. You're not driving," I stated. She shook her head at me.

"Ness, you don't have a permit. Hell, you don't even know how to drive!" she exclaimed. I smiled.

"My dad and Rosalie have been teaching me to drive since I was practically a baby," I shrugged. "I can drive this car better than a human who has had years of experience."

"And what if the cops catch onto us?"

"They won't." I said simply.

"If they do?" she prompted.

"Erin, my family have enough money to bail us out without a problem." I said rolling my eyes. "So, keys?" I asked, holding my hand out for them. She sighed heavily before throwing them at me. Surprisingly I actually managed to catch them and I flashed a grin at Erin who rolled her eyes at me before getting into the car. I started the engine and pulled out of the spot we were parked in. The car was filled with light chatter as I drove down the freeway, and we were soon nearing my house. I pulled up the driveway and my dad was out of the house before I had even killed the engine.

"What the hell do you think you are doing Renesmee?" He shouted at me. Even through the car his volume was deafening. I cringed before stepping out of the car and preparing myself for the trouble I had landed myself in.