Hello peoples! This is, yet, ANOTHER attempt at a fanfic. I trully have my heart set out on this, as I have 4 or 5 stories already planned to follow this. So, I hope you all enjoy this and hope to follow my representation of how I think the Twilight world would follow in the wolves world rather than more focused on the vamps. Thanks, enjoy, and god bless!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight. If I did, I would be publishing this and making millions instead of writing to a few people online! =P
I rushed through the parking lot of my high school, holding my binder above my head to shield myself from the ice-cold pellets of water falling to the ground. Stupid La Push, always raining. Guess that's the joy of living within the Marine Climate. You see, because of the Coriolis Effect, caused by the rotation of the earth, the Alaskan and Japanese currents intersect off the coast of Washington. They tend to bring bucket-loads of rain. Also, the fact that I live in western Washington doesn't help either, considering we also have orographic rain caused by the Cascade Mountains, as well.
Why do I know this entire useless load of knowledge? Because I have nothing else better to do with my time, but read. I don't go out, I don't party, and I don't date (not that anyone would ever ask me out anyways). I'm just the quiet girl that sits in the back corner of the classroom and observes everyone else have fun and be teenagers. I know everyone else's name in my grade, but, yet, few can remember mine. Even with the fact that we have all been in the same classes since grade school.
But, that's okay with me. I prefer to be in the background. It makes my embarassing moments less embarrassing when noone notices. There's only one person I care what they think about me, and that's my life-long crush, Jared Purser. Of course, my invisibility is not subject to him either.
Walking through the front double doors of the school, I shook the excess rain off of my binder and unzipped my rain jacket, welcoming in the warmth of the indoors. I yanked my earbuds out of my ears and shoved them into my satchel. I yanked my long, pony free from the hood of my jacket and smoothed my hair back down. Not because I wanted to look great, but because my shorter layers were an inconvenience in such weather and would just be a bother in my face. I want to look presentable to a certain level, but not like the majority of the fake, painted on masks of girls around here. Trudging through the hallways and being surrounded by criticizing, masochistic piranhas, you'd think I'd care about how I look and what they think of me. But, I don't. They don't notice me. I'm the invisible one. Kind of like one of those walkways, where the floor suddenly becomes higher than the other, thus causing an uneven surface that you don't notice until you stomp your toe on. Likewise, no one notices me unless they run into me. Literally. Happened countless times.
I walked right into my first class, as I was already late and had no time to stop by my locker to drop off my books, and sat in my seat in the very back corner farthest from the door. Sighing, I pulled the books I needed for my current class, Biology, and placed my bag and remaining books beside my chair. The bell rang and the classroom flooded with students. My best friend, Gracie, plopped down beside me with a humph. I raised my eyebrows at her questionably. She answered by leaning her head back over the top of her chair and rolling her eyes, making an exasperated noise in the back of her throat.
"You don't even wanna know." She mumbled. She was right; I most likely didn't. When it came to the pale, light blonde, pale, beautiful, pale chick beside me, the possibilities were endless. Her southern blood ran wild through her veins and drove me absolutely insane someday's. Though she's been living in the north-west for almost ten years now, she still clung to her southern drawl, southern slang, southern food cravings, southern sayings, and southern hospitality. She's a southern-belle. She had been my best friend since she first moved here in the second grade. I have two other friends also, but Gracie always seemed to get me better. We just clicked from day one.
Our teacher, Mr. Morrison, finally walked in, already beginning to talk to the half-awake carefree teens that filled the room. Half the girls sat to attention at his presence, the half didn't really give a hoot. Like me.
Mr. Morrison is a young, vibrant (hot) teacher that the school recently brought in to "rekindle" student's interest in this certain subject. In other words, they hired a sex god for the girls to lust over to keep their attention in class and not ditch to go get pregnant or high. He had pale skin (compared to the floods of russet skin around here), locks of brown, wispy curls, and blue eyes.
After hearing the opening statements of his lesson, I realized that it would be pretty much a recap of yesterday. I grabbed my notebook and began to doodle. I practically knew everything in our textbook anyways. Lame-o me, I know. After a few minutes of the 'amazing' makeup of DNA, the door to the old, slightly musty room creaked open. Probably just another late student.
"Sorry, Mr. Morrison. Sam Uley needed me or some work 'round the rez." An all-too familiar voice filled the room. My head snapped up to reveal my instincts were right. Jared Purser. I melted right then and there. After not showing up for weeks, I figured that he had moved. Or died. That is until Gracie saw him and Sam Uley's 'gang' hanging around some random outskirts of forest a week ago. She had told me that he had changed, but my imagination pictured nothing like this.
Jared had always been built to some extent, but holy mother! This was steroid huge! And was it healthy to grow an entire foot in less than a month?
I don't know what words were said between him and the teacher, I was too in shock. I figured that since Sam was technically the 'cheif' of the tribe now, he would let it all slide out of repect, even if the dude was white and lived in Forks. He always seemed to think more highly of all of our native sacred traditions than anyone of the teens here did. Not that that is a bad thing, it just meant that it was easier for us to slip b on things. He really had no idea about native americans, so most kids could tell him that they were ditched class the other day because they had a runny noe and had to meet with a tribal leader to have a him do a 'holy dance' around him and make it all better. But at least he cared.
I glanced around quickly to see if anyone else had noticed Jared's change too. Only a few were staring him down with odd expressions. The guys with envy and the girls with, well, lust. So much for the new 'hot' teacher. Those girls attention will now be on Jared only. As well as my attention, although that's nothing new.
Jared began to walk back towards my corner, where the only free seat happened to be right in front of me. Of course. Perfect.
He dropped his bag tiredly and slumped into his chair, causing the navy blue plastic to bend backwards and collide with my desk, knocking all of my supplies off of it. I heard him swear quickly then bend over to pick up the dispersed pencils and pens on the floor.
"Sorry." He mumbled tiredly. I blushed. The first words he had ever spoken directly to me. And I'd been crushin' on the dude since the first grade. Go figure.
"Uh…uh, um…" Nice vocab there, Kim! "Yeah, no prob." I whispered quietly, looking straight at his beautiful, angelic face. His features had grown more angular, more defined. He looked like a man. A hot, sexy man.
As he handed the items he'd gathered into his large, brawny hand to me, he looked up at my face and suddenly the world stopped. My lungs didn't suck in any air, nor did it let any out. My heart didn't skip a beat, it stopped completely. And my world didn't crash, it BURNED LIKE FIRE. If all I had before was a crush, then this must be love.
Welp, that's it, hope y'all enjoyed it! Since this is the first chapter, PLEASE review so I know if I should continue or not! Thank you so much!