AN: FF Keeps telling me that it's 128 words (minus this AN) but OpenOffice says it's one hundred. Hell, I counted and got one hundred. LEARN TO COUNT FANFICTION.

The copper haired girl wished he would forget her.

Her, the wild beauty with russet skin and the grace of a million vampires.

Isabella reminds Renesmee that she's his imprint, and eventually the Leah and Jacob affair will be over.

She's not so sure. She can feel the electricity between the two wolves.

The way he smiles, the way she laughs.

How he'll stare.

Jealousy stings every physically and intellectually advanced nerve in her body.

Everyone says they're meant to be.

Everyone says they're meant to be, too.

Isabella always came out victorious.

It seems that gene wasn't passed down.