Five.  Four.  Three.  Two.  One.  I was pleased with myself for counting down to the exact second the bell rang.  It was luck for me, considering the bell system seemed to be completely screwed up, either that, or they didn't know correct times that our classes would let out.
     I didn't dwell on it too long, though.  It was finally time to meet My Jake in the parking lot, and I wasn't about to actually care if my locker turned into a mess almost instantly because of my carelessness of my books and notebooks.  Why would I care anyways?  My heart felt like it was racing more than usual and I felt more depressed than anything.  I never felt this way and my classes were never this long before.  I hated it already.
     "Hey, look, blondie here can't even hold her books for more than five seconds."  I heard another bully and rolled my eyes while seeing her constantly knocking Piper's books out of her hands.  That was the last straw.  It was one thing to pick on someone, but these people were being cruel and tormenting the girl.  They made me think of the Volturi.
     The bullies would out number anybody, just like the Volturi, and they would always get away with it.  I could tell now that they wouldn't stop what they were doing or what they would want to do in the future, not until someone stopped them.  One thing that not many know about being imprinted on until it happens to you, if it happens that is, is that we get very cranky without the one that imprinted on us.  Not to mention, my thirst was driving me crazy and I knew that if I had venom in me, my throat would be burning like mad, but I did see blood when I looked at the girls.
     "Just stop, please."  I hear the girl say again, but once again, only I could hear her.  The other girls couldn't hear her, and this time I really heard fear in her as I watched a girl make a fist with her hand.
     "Hey, stop it.  The girl doesn't deserve it.  If you want a fight, pick on someone that's as small minded as you are."  I told them in an icy tone, it was too clear that they were about to take me up on it.  I gave them my bell-like laugh and a wicked smirk, I knew what I was doing and I knew I would win.
     "Or you'll what?  Hit me?  Sorry, but you may break a nail."  The girl's voice was like nails on a chalk board and I wanted to flinch away from it, it was too bad she'd like that.
     "How about you hit me first."  I knew instantly that my voice wasn't angel like, instead, it was dark and dangerous.  Hell, I even scared myself, my voice wasn't my voice at that moment.  My voice belonged to a killer ready for her kill, it belonged the the monster that was me.  At this moment, though, I didn't really care if the monster came lose, I wanted to protect the girl that was being tortured, and believe me, a vampire never loses.  Even a hybrid like me.
     "Tomorrow.  After school.  Do be scared."  The girl said with fierceness before leaving.  She tried to hide it, but the fear on her smelt so good to me.  It was a great scent, I wanted more of it, and I knew I would tomorrow.
     "Are you okay?"  I asked her, glad that my angelic voice was back.  It helped, too, because my voice calmed the girl almost instantly.  "I promise not to harm you."
     Piper only nodded at first, she was scared still.  I couldn't blame her one bit, though.  She had been tormented for so long, why should she trust me so easily?  I was no different, the only thing that made me kinder was that I wasn't about to kill her, I had self control.  I refused to harm a human in a way that would murder them.  The bullies, however, I wanted to hurt them, but I wouldn't just yet.  "Thank you.  But why did you do it?"  She asked in a whisper, but it sounded like she was just simply speaking to me.
     "They were annoying me.  And you don't seem to be the kind of girl that deserves being tormented like that.  It's awful."  I told her before placing my carrier bag on my shoulder and draped my coat over my arm.  "I'm Renesmee by the way.  But you can call me Nessie."  I introduced myself while holding out my hand to shake, though I was starting to wonder if that was being too formal.
     "Piper.  I have no nicknames."  The girl said before blushing a little and shook my hand, though I could easily tell she was shaking herself.  Probably headed towards a mental break down by now, but I wasn't a doctor and I had no intentions to become one, the doctor was my grandfather, I just read  a lot of his books, that was the most that I knew of the medical field, though they seemed to do a lot of teaching.
     "Nice to meet you Piper."  I said while stuffing my hand into my pocket and gave her a small smile.  "Do you want to walk out with me?  I promise that nobody will pick on you without getting yelled at."  I promised, and that promise was going to stay no matter what.
     "Nice to meet you too, Nessie.  Renesmee is a nice name, but it's kind of long."  She said with a small laugh that sounded like a child's.  "May I ask how your parents thought of that name?"
     I nodded as we started walking.  "It's a mix between both of my grandmother's names.  Renee and Esme.  My middle name is a mix between my two grandfather's.  Carlie for Calrlisle and Charlie."  I told her with a grin, opening the door to greet the normal rain that lived in Forks.  It wasn't until I was almost to Piper's father's car that I realized I wasn't wearing my coat, which made it odd that I wasn't shivering from the cold.  "I'll see you tomorrow."  I told her before walking over to Jake, my arms instantly wrapping my arms around his neck and showed him a quick run through of my day.  To everyone watching, I knew that they knew Jake was mine, but we were the only two that knew it wouldn't change.  We were always depressed when we were away from each other.
     Another thing that was weird about me, but great in my opinion, was that I could show people my thoughts just by touching them somewhere near their head, including the neck.  I like it better when I can show people things, there's no way of misinterpreting what I say.  But, naturally, humans didn't do things that way.  
     I got into Jake's car and listened to his old VW Rabbit and watched as the scenery went by us on our way to La Push.