I felt despair and remorse during the flight. Could I really stand on my own two feet? Is this the right decision – leaving my family, so I could get away from Jacob? Why was Jacob following us? Did he know I’m off to college? Does he care? What might have happened if I asked my father to stop the car? Could I say goodbye to him face to face? What would he say? Would he stop me from leaving or would he just say the usual ‘take care of yourself.’ crap?

Well, some of the respostas to my perguntas are yet to be discovered while some perguntas would remain unanswered.

* * *

The despair and remorse was temporarily forgotten the moment I saw Dartmouth. Its peaceful New England charm instantly won me over. The entire place is picturesque, an inspiration for every artist. I lingered enough to take its beauty all in, before heading towards my dormitory.

I rolled my eyes when I arrived at my dorm. My Dad insisted that he could buy an apartment for me but I insisted on staying in a dormitory, might as well sink my teeth into human roommate experience.

Aunt Rosalie recommended this dorm. Of course, my elegant aunt would stay in this kind of place. This place is kind of posh.

I found my room on the segundo floor at the end of the hall. I took a deep breath, used the key given to me downstairs, and opened the door. My jaw dropped. This is ridiculously huge!

The room was painted in white, has shiny wooden floor and has two comfortable-looking double beds. The one por the window is unoccupied. I placed the duffel bag on the bed, not sure what to do anymore. I sat on the cama and twisted a lock of my hair around my pinky finger.

Then I heard the door opened then closed. I immediately stood up, excited to finally meet my room mate.

A pretty girl with long shiny black hair, huge twinkling hazel brown eyes, a button nose, full lips and rosy white complexion, walked in. Her huge eyes widened in disbelief when she saw me. I smiled shyly at her.

She shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts. I know most humans find my kind very beautiful. I almost rolled my eyes.

“Er…I’m sorry for staring..it’s just that…” she stammered.

I laughed at the sheepish expression on her face.

"I'm Renesmee Cullen. Nessie for short."

“I’m Jennifer Rivers. Call me, Jenny.” She said, grinning hugely.

I’m sure I could get along pretty well with Jenny. She seemed nice enough. She saw the two huge luggages and the duffel bag crammed full that is yet unpacked.

“This room is cool! We have a humongous closet.” She said leading me to a closet about 1/3 the size of Aunt Alice’s closet at home.

I just smiled stupidly and tried to widen my eyes. I hope that’s enough to hide my lack of surprise or enthusiasm.

“I can help you unpack if you want.” Jenny offered.

“Thanks.”

She whistled as she saw pile after pile of neatly folded clothes that I unearthed from my luggage. I groaned as I noticed that the majority of the clothes Aunt Alice packed for me were skirts and dresses. I reminded myself to call her up later and complain tremendously.

After finishing hanging up all the clothes, I started taking out the frames I brought with me.

“Lovely huge family.” Jenny commented.

I just smiled at her.

“Are they your parents?” Her eyes grew bigger as she stared at Grandpa and Grandma’s picture.

“Oh my God! Your Dad is so handsome.” She gushed.

I laughed. I picked up the framed photograph of my parents and handed it to her.

“These are Edward and Bella Cullen, my parents.” I said softly.

Jenny’s eyes became confused.

“I was adopted.” I explained hurriedly. To those who didn’t know the secret, an eighteen ano old like me would be impossible to have parents as young as Mom and Dad. I forgot about that and scolded myself internally.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be. I was lucky to have them. They’re very loving for their age. They’re pretty cool, too.” It’s cool to have a mind reader for a father and a shield for a mother. Well, the mind leitura has its drawback sometimes. I bit on my tongue as I tried not to say those stuffs out loud. I shook my head. I really didn't have a girlfriend back home. I've got my aunts but they're far from normal.I didn’t have any human friends - normal friends who have nothing to do with myths and magic.

“Yeah, I think it would be cool to have a Dad like that. He’s gorgeous. Of course, you’re mom is breathtakingly beautiful too.” She hurriedly added.

I laughed.

She inclined her head to the side. “You look like them.”

Uh-oh.

I just shrugged. I don’t want to explain or to lie.

“Tell me about yourself, Jenny.” I hoped this would distract her.

It did. Jenny is quite talkative. I don’t need to ask perguntas anymore. Information about her gushed in. She’s the segundo child. She has three siblings. Her dad died when she was just eleven and her mom remarried shortly after. Her mom owned a small restaurant in Manhattan. She has a boyfriend named Paul. Like me, she also took English as her major.

“I’m sorry. I must be boring you.”

“No, I find your life fascinating.”

She smiled at me. “I’m glad it’s you, Nessie. I was scared stiff when the receptionist told me your name. I don’t know, it sounded…” She shrugged. “Well, I have a lot of silly notions of having a very mean room mate and we wouldn’t get along very well and then I would end up very miserable.” She babbled on.

I smiled at her. “I think we could be really good friends, Jenny.”

“You think so, too?” she squealed while hugging me.

I nodded.

My coração felt a tiny jab – like a needle pricked it.

I remembered him who used to be my very best friend.

The grumbles of Jenny’s stomach disrupted my suddenly sullen thoughts.

Jenny smiled sheepishly.

I stood up. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Let’s eat out.” I grinned hugely. I heaved the pain and the loneliness back in the deepest darkest chamber of my heart.

* * *
We asked the cab driver to take us somewhere nice. He recommended a place that is frequented por students like us.

The place was cozy. Jenny and I both liked it. Jenny ordered a salada while I ordered a coke.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” She asked me for the nth time.

“Nope. I’m quite full.” I told her patiently.

“No wonder you’re so slender.” She grumbled.

I laughed. The minuto we walked in the restaurant, Jenny started complaining about her endless diets that’s designed for her to lose weight which didn’t seem to have an effect on her.

“Chubby’s cute.” I teased her. She glared at me while taking in a mouthful of lettuce. Jenny focused on her meal and contemplated on whether to order fries or not. She finally gave in to her cravings and ordered a plate of fries.

I shook my head at her as I nibbled on the fried potato strip.

After a few minutes, I began to feel uneasy, like someone was staring at me.

I instinctively turned around. I gasped when I saw HIM sitting alone por the bar.

I would recognize his melancholic face everywhere.

My spine tingled when his scorching blue eyes locked with mine.