Chapter 1: Thank God it s Friday
I swear if I hear that stupid acronym one more time, I'm going to... I'm going... well it doesn t matter what I'm going to do. T.G.I.F Seriously, can humanity show a little bit more creativity? I swear, the same person who started the whole T.G.I.F. mayhem probably also created the whole Y.O.L.O. craze. And let me just say that whoever that person is should be given the award for the lowest IQ possible.
Ok, so maybe I'm being a little bit overdramatic. Ok, so maybe I'm being a lot overdramatic, but can you really blame me. Yes it was Friday, and probably the whole school, which only consisted of like 500 students, (Yes, Quileute High School was that small) had amazing plans for the weekend, well everybody except me. So I really can't blame them for wanting to leave this death trap. But ugh, I just hate being reminded that I'm probably going to be spending my entire weekend in my backyard or with my lover, aka my living room couch.
I should tell you a little bit about myself. I live in the Quileute Reservation, obviously, whose population size is like 10 people. Well maybe that isn't completely true but the tribe really is small. Everybody here knows everyone's dirty little secrets, well not really but pretty much. It's quiet hard to go unnoticed here, well unless your name is Jessie Alawa.
For some reason, I have always seemed to be invisible to everybody and have skipped everybody's radar. I'm plain and ordinary with just a spark of sarcasm. I'm that girl that sits in the corner of the room, first row and furthest from the door. The only times I attract attention is during a test and all wandering eyes seem to zone in on my answers. If they only knew that I was passing them the wrong answers only to erase my own and mark the right ones in the end. Their faces when they receive their tests back, awful grades written at the top and an A stamped on mine make my days just slightly better. I'm ranked number one in my class, but that doesn't make me, me. I'm not one of those nerds that studies all the time. I'm not Einstein but I have enough common sense to understand things. But for some reason everybody here believes that I'm always buried in my books and always sneaking off to go to the library or something.
So as the last bell rang signaling the end of week, I couldn't t help but feel a little bit relieved and yet still feel dread; relieved because I wouldn't t have to deal with the entire school screaming out T.G.I.F. to one another and dread because my awful weekend would just begin.
I' m always the last one to leave in the class, maybe because I don t want anybody to notice me. Pshh, yea right, more like I need to get all my stuff together and plus I don't really want a head start on my terrible weekend to come. But I was shocked to realize that one more person was still in the classroom besides the teacher and me and the fact that it was Paul Lahote out of all people who still remained five minutes after the bell had rung surprised me even more. I had already finished packing all my stuff but I was a little curious to know why Paul was still here to, so I accidentally spilled everything out of my book-bag.
"Mrs. Adam." I was surprised to hear Paul addressing the teacher with her full name instead the usual Mrs. A that he used when everybody was around. Hmm, maybe he actually did have manners.
"Yes Paul, how can I help you?" Mrs. Adam responded with furred eyebrows, she was just as shocked as I was seeing Paul still at school after school hours.
"Umm it s about my test grade." Paul showed our math teacher his test. Let me just say that I had to keep my jaw from hitting the floor in outright astonishment. Apparently I wasn't the only one who received a 100 on our latest math test. Who would have thought Paul actually did have brain cells in that big head of his?
"What about your test grade Paul. A hundred is the highest grade a student can get you know." Mrs. Adam laughed.
"Actually it's not that. It's just ..." Paul scratched his head nervously, "It's just that people..."
" Ahhh, you don t want your 'posse' finding out or thinking differently about you, am I right?" Mrs. Adam crossed her arms, smiling her usual mischievous smile. That's probably why everybody loved her and she was my favorite teacher.
Paul sighed, "Yea, pretty much."
"Well I don't want to discourage you from getting good grades just because you don't people finding out. So what about we make a deal, I'll put fake failing grades on your tests and you will come to me after school to see your real grades?" Mrs. Adam said.
"That sounds good, but I m not seeing the deal?" Paul said a little defensively. I wonder what Mrs. Adam was going to make him do? Oh my gosh, she should make him scrape the gums off the desks. That would bring down his ego a little bit, but I highly doubt she would ever punish someone that harshly (sigh).
"Well, seeing as you obvious have a talent in math, I was hoping you would be willing to join the Math team?" Mrs. Adam smiled. I laughed wickedly, he obviously deserved that. Who would have thought, the schools most popular guy, biggest manwhore and the biggest jerk would be on the math team. This was great. But then I remembered something important. Something so crucial, I would just about died right there on the floor next to my desk. Go ahead and start digging my grave please.
I was on the team as well. I was the captain to be exact…
Paul was just as surprised as me. "But Mrs. Adam," Paul was just about to start arguing but Mrs. Adam interrupted.
Don't worry Paul, nobody will find out. I can promise you that and most of my students on the team are not the type to spread rumors or gossip around." Mrs. Adam laughed. She probably was enjoying watching Paul squirm as much as I did.
"Alright," Paul sighed in defeat. "Thanks Mrs. Adam. I'll see you Monday." And with that, Paul ran out the door. He was probably running off to start his incredible weekend filled with girls, parties and beer. Just the usual you know. I finally packed up my bag and grabbed my things. I was making my way out when Mrs. Adam stopped me.
"So how do you like my new edition to the team, Jessie?" She asked. She took one look at my face and laughed. "Yea I know what you are thinking right now. But at least he's good in math and that s all that matters. But I did want to ask a favor from you."
"Sure what is it?" I shrugged faking stupidity. Of course I had just heard everything, but that didn't mean I was supposed to.
"I need you to become Paul's mentor on the team. I doubt most of the team will be willing to talk to him, especially since Paul passes his school days making fun of them." I practically choked on my saliva there. She wanted me to do that! That was practically impossible. Paul was a huge jerk and he probably wouldn't even listen to me, let alone talk to me.
"I'll try." I managed to choke out. Ugh, any hopes of a good weekend just flew out the window. This would most likely be on my mind all weekend and haunt my dreams as well.
"Thanks Jessie, I'll see you Monday and don't forget we have a Math team meeting after school." Mrs. Adam laughed.
"See ya, Mrs. Adam." I sighed before sprinting off. I ran out the school and raced to my motorcycle. Yes, I know what you are thinking, I'm a self proclaimed nerd and yet I own a bike. Well yes I do. I love my baby. That s one of the reasons why I am the first to school and the last to leave. I don t want any awkward questions about it. Most people think it belongs to our bear- of- a gym teacher who looks like a motor man, but this baby belongs to me.
It actually belonged to my dad before he passed away. It was his dream to fix it up and with a little determination and whole lot of motorcycle manuals, I managed to do just that and I learned to ride it. And now it has become my trustee companion and partner in crime.
I climbed on top and started the engine, I slipped on my helmet and pulled out my favorite leather jacket from my book bag and floored it out of the school. What I didn't know was that someone had seen me and learned about my little secret.
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