Title: Day 3
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: PG
Pairing: Renesmee/Jacob, Renesmee/OMC
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my 'verse. I don't get paid a cent to play. Please don't sue and make things worse.
Summary: High-school aged Renesmee is a heartbreaker.
Note: Part of the 12 Ficlets in 12 Days project 2009-2010. Requested by melydia (challenge painfully accepted! LOL)

“So I'll meet you at the movie theater after school?” Renesmee said, leaning against a locker with a smile no man on earth could possibly resist.

“Why don't I pick you up at your house?”

Renesmee hesitated, but only for one moment. The smile was still there, and she batted her eyelashes at him. “I'll meet you at the movie theater.”

“The movie theater it is then. I'll be counting the seconds until then.” He moved in for a kiss, which she returned immediately. His hand found the side of her face and his fingers wove through bronze ringlets, stroking her head as he kissed. However, she reached up and removed his hand, gently, careful not to crush it. “Tonight,” she promised. She pulled back from the kiss. “Tonight, Mike.”

Helplessly Lovestruck, the boy left and walked down the hallway in something like a daze.

Renesmee giggled and walked down the hall in the other direction.

From his hiding place in the dark recesses of the nearby stairwell, Jacob Black growled. “Another Mike? It's almost as if she knows…”

*

Renesmee checked herself in the mirror. It was the fifth outfit she had tried on and this one… yes, this was the one. She put on the locket her mother had given her and then hesitated when it came to the charm bracelet. Many links had been added to it since her birth so it would fit her wrist. It still fit, but for some reason, lately it didn't seem to belong. She felt naked without it, though, so she dropped it into her clutch before heading down the stairs.

Bella was dusting Edward's piano, and she shook her head to see her daughter. “You certainly did not inherit your gracefulness from me. You look beautiful, my heart.”

Twirling for her mother, Renesmee showed off her dress and her deftness in high heels. “I'm going out on a date. I won't be home too late.”

Confused, Bella looked about and sniffed the air. “I didn't hear Jacob's motorcycle.”

Renesmee didn't meet her mother's gaze. “I…”

But then the ringing of a phone stopped her short.

Bella answered, and her side of the conversation made worry rise in Renesmee. “Funny, we were just talking about you.” And “Oh no, that's awful.” And “I'm sorry to hear that, Jacob.” And, finally, “Of course I'll tell her. Feel better.” She hung up the phone and looked at Renesmee, her head cocked. “Who were you meeting for a date?”

Renesmee raced over to her mother and gripped her forearms. “It doesn't matter. What's wrong with Jacob?”

“He's feeling sick. He just wanted—“ And that was as much as she got out before Renesmee was gone, running at full vampiric speed, through the forests, toward La Push. Tree branches whipped past her. Leaves barely had time to crunch as she flew upon them. She banged hard on the door to the plank house Jacob called home, not caring if the noise woke up the rest of his nearby pack members, so long as he heard it and answered. “Jacob! Jacob!”

He pulled open the door, standing in boxers only. “Renesmee.” He stated. He had obviously expected her, but he didn't seem to know whether he should invite her in, as usual, or not.

She blinked at him, her pupils large within her chocolate brown eyes. “Jacob… you're sick?” She reached up to feel his forehead. She was warmer than a normal human, but not as hot as a werewolf, but she could still tell from a touch that he wasn't running a fever. “What's wrong?”

“What's wrong?” he repeated. “Does the name 'Mike' ring a bell?”

She took a step back, biting her lip. “How did you know?”

“Nessie, I know everything about you. I know your heart. I am your heart. Do you realize how much this hurts me?”

“You're not mad?”

“Of course I'm mad!” he growled. And, for a moment, he nearly lost control of himself and phased into werewolf form. But he took a deep breath and stayed in control. “But more than mad, I'm hurt.” He grabbed her wrist tightly, knowing he could not hurt her then released her bare wrist, disgusted. Then he turned and retreated into his home.

Renesmee stood on the doorstep for a moment, then followed him in, closing the front door behind. She found him in the kitchen, eating, tearing meat cleanly from a turkey leg in just a few bites. “Jacob… I didn't mean to hurt you. I only wanted to have a little fun. I've never dated before.”

“What do you call what we've been doing?”

She couldn't answer. It wasn't dating exactly. Imprinting was different from romance and love. And it was different on her end than it was on his. “I don't want you to hurt.”

“Then don't hurt me. I can't stand to have you play games with me.”

Renesmee looked into his eyes. She had never been told the whole story. She couldn't understand completely; she couldn't read minds the way her father could. But she knew her mother had hurt Jacob once upon a time, and she knew he didn't have a choice about loving her so deeply, so completely. An apology in words seemed pointless now. So she opened her purse and took out the charm bracelet.

His warm hands were there in an instant, fastening it around her wrist. “It's not about imprinting,” he whispered to her. “You have to know that. You have to know that I love you no matter what, Nessie, even when others are drawn to you. Even when you go on dates with a Mike.”

“Forget Mike,” she whispered. “I have already.”

He kissed her deeply then, his hand in her hair, and she only moved closer to him.