I don't own anything related to Twilight; not the characters or plotline.
Chapter 1:
I looked up at the clock. Just fifteen more minutes to go. Just fifteen more minutes and then I can leave and be free and be happy. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...why do clocks hate me and why won't this guy stop talking to me? I'm obviously the most quiet and awkward person in my whole grade, yet he will not stop. Just go with it, I tell myself. So I just smile and nod and laugh, but this guy talks way too fast for me to understand even half of what he is saying. Thirteen minutes to go...are you kidding me? I clench my fists and hold back a scream of frustration. The monotony of this classroom eats away at me, day after day. I look around the room and most people have someone to talk to willingly. My classmates discuss what they plan to do for the weekend, how much their job sucks, and how much they hate certain people. Sigh, oh how I love high school. I look up at the clock, eight minutes to go.
"...This game is...Have you...crazy...I just couldn't believe it..." rambles my seat neighbor Ryan.
Doesn't he realize that I don't care about whatever he's talking about? So I try to send out a signal that says, 'I don't care', by looking at my computer and not giving anymore fake responses. Within fifteen seconds he notices my disinterest and just stops. Awkward. Five minutes to go... I stand by the door and wait for the ring that signals the end of another useless week. Hmmm I wonder what we'll have for dinner, I think, we could have Subway, ha yeah right, maybe chicken and rice...Finally, I hear the lovely ringing of the bell. I smile and walk out of the classroom, to meet up with my friends Casey and Anna. Casey is the pretty one of the group. She's tall, athletic, and has always had guys following her and flirting with her. She's very outgoing and is aware of all the attention she recieves from guys. To be honest, I don't know how we're friends, considering we're polar opposites, but I guess we balance each other out. Anna is more my friend than she is Casey's, because of her overall weirdness, but that's what makes her unique from everyone else on this reservation. She's almost as extroverted as Casey. Then there's me. I'd describe my looks as being ok. I can't help but to be quiet around almost anybody, it can be frustrating because I want to be more outgoing with people, but I can never bring myself to be more out there.
I walk to where I know my friends will be at the corner of the hallway where all our lockers are. I hold my head up and try to look bored instead of self-conscious. School breeds insecurity, I realize, as I walk through the hall. There's just something so uncomfortable about having to dodge people who are either really excited about something or really pissed off about something, to feel the need to barge through people. Finally, I reach my two friends who look up just as I get within hearing distance of them.
"Hey, Rayne," Casey greets me.
"Hey," Anna shouts at me. Cue the looks. Casey just mumbles something under her breath.
"Yeah, hey," I greet to them both. "Can you maybe not shout next time?" I ask Anna. Then raise my eyebrow and give her a look. She's special.
"I love embarrassing my very, truly, mostly, kind of, sometimes, always, lovely, beautiful best friend," she replies back before jumping in front of me and giving me a huge hug. I look around and notice some people laughing at us or just staring. I blush and look at Casey.
"You're a freak," Casey says to Anna, in a mocking tone, then turns around to leave. "Bye, Rayne," she says, almost like an afterthought, before walking away. She's definitey changed since last year. It's almost as though her ego has been greatened since older guys have been paying special attention to her. She needs to lay off the attitude.
"What a bitch," Anna exclaims to me. I just shrug not wanting to get in the middle of it.
"Sooo, what are you doing this weekend?" I ask, to change the subject.
"Eh, nothing, you?" I give her a look.
"What do you think?" I ask sarcastically.
"Sheesh, nevermind then," she mumbles as we get our stuff from our lockers. Once we double-check that we have everything we walk away towards the front exit. Just as I'm opening the door some person barrels through the door and knocks me to the ground, without even ackowledging my presence, and stomps away, angrily. I look up to see who that could've been. Shit, Paul LaHote. I blush instantly. Paul LaHote, member of the 'La Push Gang', the person I've had a crush on and have hid successfully from my friends, for years. I don't care if he's a jerk, a man-whore, or what. There's always been something special about him to me that keeps me wishing that he might take notice of me. If only...
"Are you okay? LaHote hit you pretty hard. He's such an asshole," Anna interrupts my daydreaming.
"Oh, yeah, he is," I lie to her, but in actuality he can do no wrong in my eyes.
"Come on, let's go," she helps me up and we head to the student parking lot where her car is, a cute VW Bug. As we get in and Anna puts on her new Taylor Swift CD I'm drawn into more thoughts of Paul. He seems angrier ever since he joined Sam's 'cult'. I'm pretty sure that the group that Paul's involved in, doesn't do drugs like everyone says they do, I just can't imagine Paul taking hardcore drugs. I have to admit that the whole is kind of weird; disappearing for up to two weeks, isolating from friends, and suddenly becoming huge. Sometimes I wonder why I even worry about Paul so much when he doesn't give a crap about me. The thought of Paul not caring about me makes me unbelievably sad.
"Ok, we're at your house," Anna jerks me back to reality with those few words. I open the door slowly.
"Bye, see you on Monday, I guess," I say back while waving.
"Bye, amiga," she replies. I walk up the path to my house. My house is very quaint and compact, with only two bedrooms and bathrooms. As I open the door I notice my mom laying down on the couch in the living room right next to the front entrance.
"Rayne, is that you?" she asks.
"Yeah mom, it's me, your daughter, your reason for living, your reason for everything," I joke with my mom. She's used to my constant backtalk so it doesn't affect her in the slightest.
"How was school?" she asks. What a standard question, 'How was school?', I've probably answered this question a thousand times in my life. How does she expect me to answer that question, 'Oh, it was amazing, it changed my life, nothing will ever be the same for as long as I live.' Jeez, give me a break. School is school, maybe if the teacher's cared about what they talked about then I would be more engaged to be excited about what they have to say, but I honestly don't give a crap. Hence, my C average.
"It was absolutely, positively, utterly, without a doubt, the most average day I've ever had in my life," I reply dryly back. She gives me a look before going into a whole spiel, in which she makes a point of mentioning that I should be grateful that I even go to school and that some kids would love to have what I have. To be frank, I would love to drop out and just get a job, I'm done with learning, they just repeat the same crap each year, because we didn't pay attention the year before.
"Whatever, madre, I'm taking a nap now," she scowls at me as I say this, but lets it go. I walk past her to the hallway that eventually leads to my bedroom. I love my room. It has the covers of hardback books tacked all over my walls with some random paintings I've done along with little trinkets. It's exactly how I want my room to be, down to the different blues on the wall (blue is my favorite color). I heave myself on my bed on top of my purple polka-dotted sheets, before trying to catch some sleep. Sadly, I'm way too amped up for some reason to sleep, or sit still, so I stand up instead and try to figure out what to do next. Run? Take a walk? Read? Homewo-no! Ugh, take a walk it is then. So, I throw on an old surfing brand sweatshirt, before leaving the house and telling mom I'm leaving for a little while. As I walk along the road, I notice myself nearing the beach so I decide to hang out there for a little bit, while I'm drawing closer to the beach I notice Paul and the rest of the 'gang' on the beach. My heart starts racing at the sight of Paul shirtless, I'm pathetic. I keep a calm face as I walk past them, right before I get past Paul I look up at him at the same time that he glances at me. Once we make eye contact, it's as though the whole world fades away and it's just me and Paul alone, together. We stare into each other's eyes. Me into his chocolate brown one's and him into my green one's. After ten seconds of unrelenting staring, Sam walks up to Paul and grabs him by the shoulder to pull both me and him out of our own little world. Paul looks at Sam, pissed, then realizes something it seems because soon after he's growling and shaking. Sam grabs Paul by the arms and tugs him into the nearby forest. But before Paul can be completely dragged into the forest he turns to look at me, with a look so fierce and resentful that it hurts my heart knowing that it's directed at me.
"I hate you. You ruined everything," Paul shouts at me, before being completely swept into the forest by Sam. I'm partly confused and partly devastated by what he says to me. What did I do to him, what did I ruin? I think to myself. I look around at the rest of his group, who all look shocked by Paul. Then look at me with pity. I suddenly acquire an unexplainable burst of anger. How dare Paul LaHote humiliate me like that. Screw him, I think. I stomp away back in the direction of my house, thinking the whole time that Paul isn't worth my thoughts, or cares. He's never once paid attention to me unless to embarrass me like that, yet I have an unjustified crush on him. I'm officially done with Paul LaHote.
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