A/N: Hello everybody! I got the idea for this story while on the way to school and thinking obsessively of my grades. So, somehow it turned into my first Twilight fic. Huh. The mind works in weird ways. ;D

This takes place in New Moon, before Embry phases. But he's already showing the signs of becoming a werewolf. Gosh, I find this fun to write for some reason.

I don't own Twilight, so please don't sue? ;)

XXX Chapter One: A Beginning Of Some Sort XXX

I walk down the hallways of Quileuete Tribal School with a purpose driving each of my steps. My goal? Room 103 - the room our Chemistry class is held in. Today the grades for our huge Chemistry test last week have been posted in there. And in order to prove that I am, in fact, the ultimate, supreme master at Chemistry, and Embry Call isn't, a girl needs to know where she ranks, you know?

As I round the corner to the room, I see my best friend, Aria, standing outside the door. She looks anxious. I wonder why?

"Morning, Aria!" I chirp cheerfully. She starts like she's seen a ghost and doesn't answer me. Now that I'm closer, I can see she's trying to hide a piecer of paper taped to the door of the Chemistry room behind her. "Oh. Are those the test scores?"

"Hi, Sofia. Behind me? Oh...n-no, these aren't the...the test scores." I stare at her blankly. Over the years I've known her, I've come to know that Aria is a terrible liar. Every time she lies, she stutters and shakes. And right now, she's shaking like crazy.

"Okaay, then...what are they?"

"They're, um, statistics on..."

"Yes?" I probe, watching her closely. It's when she slumps her shoulders forward and moves away from the door that I know she's given up on trying to stall me.

Stepping forward, I scan at the paper and find my name near the bottom of the page.

Sofia Munro: 50/50

I got a perfect score! Woohoo! Take that, Embry, and your little precious too! ...Er, yeah. I mean, you know...'cause he got lower than me...yeah. Nevermind then. Speaking of Embry, I wonder what he got? I take a look at the paper again.

Avery...Black...Call - oh there he is!

Embry Call: 55/50

I blink, stunned. The hell? Fifty-five out of fifty? No, that's not right, I must've read it wrong. I rub my eyes with the back of my hands before reading it again. And again. And one more time just to make sure. My earlier feeling of elation gets replaced with disbelief.

Fifty-five out of fifty...

...

Fuck no. This can't be right. It's not possible. I must be dreaming. Yeah, that must be it, I'm dreaming.

This is more like a nightmare, really.

"Sofia, you gotta over it," Aria says from behind me. I try to ignore her as best as I can. She just doesn't understand my unrivaled awesomeness at Chemistry. "So Embry got higher than you on the test. So what?" I'm still staring at the paper. "This is why I didn't want you to see them..." She sighs, before sticking her arm out in front of me and waving her hand up and down in front of my face in a vain attempt to snap me out of my trance. "Helloo? Sofia, you there?"

"She was, but she moved out a little while ago."

Aria lets out a sigh again. "Well then tell her to come back to earth so her best friend can bring her to our English Class."

"I don't wanna go." My eyes are still glued on that score. Fifty-five out of fifty...fifty-five out of fifty...that fraction is now stuck in my head. Seriously, though - how the hell is that possible? There weren't any extra credit questions on that test. Unless...

"Holy fuck, did Embry sleep with our teacher? !" That little cockfucker acts like he's a nice shy guy, but who knows what he's like on the inside! I bet he's taking advantage of his good looks to get good grades. Now everything makes sense! In the aftershock of my new revelation I realize that everyone around us is now staring at me. Whoops, guess I said some of that stuff out loud. Ah well. Bringing even a little discomfort to him won't hurt anybody, right?

Behind me, a person clears their throat rather loudly. I turn around to see a familiar face. "Oh. Hey, Embry," I say, attempting a casual tone, while on the inside formulating a scheme to get a certain someone's true intentions found out. Hmm. I'm thinking maybe video cameras in the classrooms? Got to see if I can work that out somehow...

"Hi," he responds, flashing me a small smile. My eye twitches the slightest bit at his shy act. "I just wanted to check my score on the test. By the way, no, I didn't sleep with Mrs. Jones." There's a hint of something like playfulness in his dark eyes. "Married women aren't really my type."

I feel a slight flush coming to my cheeks. "But...if that's not it...then what is?" I mutter.

"Hmm. I'm not sure, considering I have next to no idea what you're talking about." I stare up at him. (Yes, up, because seriously, the guy's on his way to becoming a mini-Godzilla.) Weird, but I didn't think I spoke loud enough for him to hear me...

"Great, now he's got super-sensitive hearing, too. Life's an unfair bitch," I say under my breath.

In response, Embry chuckles. Yup, he's definetely got the ears of a dog. Huh. Doggy Embry. That's a funny mental image.

"I'd love to hear you ramble on for the rest of the day, Sofia, but I have to get to class soon," he says, snapping me out of the picture in my head. He puts one hand on my shoulder to slightly push me away from blocking the schedule. I jerk like I've been branded with an iron.

"Damn Embry, you're fucking hot!"

He finds his score before turning to answer me. "Why, thank you," he says, yet he still removes his hand and lets it hang at his side.

I blink stupidly. A few seconds later, I realize what I just said, and my mouth forms a small 'o.' "Ohh. Well, uh, you are, so...I'm not gonna take it back. But I still don't like you for scoring higher than me in Chemistry," I add, remembering my previous dislike for him.

Embry smiles. Is it just me or does he look a bit...sad? Apparently, my face must show that I noticed his slightly depressed state, because now he's grinning. "Hey, it's not my fault I was born a Chemistry whiz, is it?"

"No, it is," I respond bluntly.

Before he can counter, the bell for third period sounds, and students all around us are moving in all directions, some trying to get their classes early, others getting books from their lockers, and some trying to slip out through the front doors to ditch. Lazy-ass bums.

I feel someone tugging at my sleeve, and soon I'm being dragged away from Embry, towards my English Class. He waves me a small good-bye, and I stick my tongue out at him in return. One of his friends - I think he's Jacob Black? - drags him away, too.

The person dragging me speaks up. "My god, Sofia, I can't believe one minute you're cussing Embry out using all the words in your colorful little language, and the next, you're flirting with the guy." Hey, it's Aria! But wait - what did she just say about me and Embry?

My eyebrows furrow together in confusion. "Flirting? Dude, I think you need to lay off the romance novels. Really. I'm just...scoping out the competition."

She snorts. I'm briefly reminded of a pig. "Uh-huh. Sure you are, hun." We're now in the classroom. She finds seats for us and we sit in our desks gladly.

I frown at the sarcasm she had used. But what I said is true! There's no way I could ever... like Embry in that way! I barely even like him as a Chemistry classmate! The only way I could ever like him would be if he finally admitted I was the ultimate, supreme master at Chemistry. And that's never gonna happen...Right?

As if to confirm my thoughts, our English teacher's parrot, who he brought in today because his house is under renovation and no one else wants to house the poor old bird, squawks, "Right!"

I nod solemnly. See? Even parrots can be intelligent, logical creatures. I try to remember that thought as it poops on our graded English tests.

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A/N: In case you haven't noticed, Sofia's got a grades complex, and is very competitive, so Embry beating her in Chemistry is a big NO-NO. (On a side note, writing about her grade complex is also fun. ;D)

It's funny, but this was only supposed to be a short, 200-word prologue. Things really do change when you're writing rather than planning. Oh, and please excuse the crapiness near the ending. My brain sorta ran out of creative juices.

So, now that you're here...REVIEW? 'Twould very much make my day.

~littlmissrandomosity