A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“It’s not your fault that you’re afraid of those things. There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay?” He
kissed her forehead.
They both looked up when John showed up with their food. “Can I get you anything else?” he asked.
“No, thank you,” Jacob replied. John nodded and left.
“It smells good. Thank you, by the way, for telling him what I wanted. And for telling him to leave the
tomatoes off.”
“You’re welcome. So tell me more about you, Ness.”
She shrugged. “What do you want to know?” She looked up at him.
“Everything.”
“Hmm, well, that might be a little difficult. Um . . . My name is Renesmee Marie Cullen, but I prefer
you to call me Ness.” She smiled at him. “I was born in Chicago and been there all my life, but my
parents and I came up to visit at least once a year until my grandparents died. Since then it’s only
been every few years.” She paused for a minute to take a drink. “I graduated high school early
because I got a list of all the assignments and did them ahead of time. I love sushi, but it has to be
from a restaurant; I can’t stand it when it’s homemade. When I was young, I wanted to be a secret
agent for the CIA. That ended when I realized I would have to kill people.”
Jacob laughed. “What music do you like?”
“I like pretty much everything, but my favorite is jazz and blues. What about you?” She wanted to
know everything about him as well.
He shrugged. “I don’t listen that often. When I do, it’s usually whatever’s on the radio. I haven’t
found anything that I really don’t like, though.”
“Why is your skin so warm?” she finally asked.
Jacob paused. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say. “I, uh . . . I don’t know.” He cringed
inwardly. “My temperature is just naturally warmer than other people’s.”
She nodded. “Has it always been that way?” She wondered if her dad knew what could cause that.
“Yeah.” He couldn’t stand it. Lying to her was not right. He should be able to tell her everything, and
she should be able to handle it all. That was part of the imprint.
Renesmee noticed the way he seemed to clam up again. She felt bad for pushing him to talk about
it. “What about school? Did you go to class on the reservation?”
“Yeah, I did. Graduated there, too.” He didn’t mention that he was forced to drop out at sixteen and
finish a few years later.
“Do you have any plans for college?”
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