A/N~ Summary~ Jerry Tate- Rich, confident, and head of the debate team. Paul Walker- Not so much. The line between love and hate has never been so thin. (Jerry is a girl.)

Hey guys! I've decided to start another story. This one though, is sort of different. I wanted to really touch on issues that people don't normally do. Like how different classes (Money wise) and races, and religions. These are some things that just aren't really included in most stories and it's starting to catch my attention. I wanted to confront these issues. I apologize in advance if anyone is offended! And in no way do any of the beliefs in this story reflect my own!

{Jerry Tate}

"It's one thing to completely ignore curfew and sneak out," My best friend Leon was saying to me, not that I was paying much mind. We were walking to the debate room, and I was too busy going over the facts I'd looked up about Anne Frank. I'd be damned if I let that no good, Embry Call beat me again. I was captain for a reason, and this kid just made me look bad in front of my club. "But it's another thing completely to sneak out to go to a party down in La Push." He whispers the last part as if it's a curse. I roll my eyes at him.

Saying that our parents disapproved of anything La Push was an understatement. I could barely bring the name up in my house without my dad going off on some rant, racial slurs and curses and all. All the more reason to go.

"Listen, Lee, I'm not gonna sit around my house a read all night." I say, but only because I know it's what he does every night, "It's the first day of summer and I'm going to that bon fire if it kills me."

I narrow my eyes at Embry as we walk into the debate room. He's not so bad, but the fact that he considers us friends just grinds my gears. Maybe if he lost a debate every once in a while I'd like him a bit more.

"Well, at least he's a challenge." Leon snickers as we take seats on the other side of the class from him.

"Hey! Jerry!" Embry grins at me, walking across the room to give me a hug. I cringe as his skin touches mine. It's very rare that I find anyone attractive, but for some reason Embry Call just seemed like the kind of guy that you HAVE to like. He's got that whole big, and tall, and tan thing going on. And him standing next to thin, pale, glasses wearing Leon was just scarry.

"Alright Call, hands off." Leon says, despite how nervous Embry makes him. I guess he just likes looking out for me. The thought makes me smile.

" Here you're planning on coming on my territory tonight, Tate." Embry grins, letting go of me and standing too close.

"Maybe." I sniff up all my dignity, and try to look like I'm not about to jump out of my skin. I may talk tough, but the idea of actually going to La Push kind of scared me. All I heard was bad things about the place. And him referring to it as his 'territory' just made me more uneasy.

"Well, if you do, come and find me. I'd love to show you around." He winks, and goes back to his side of the room.

"That pompous flirt." Leon says when he's out of hearing distance. I laugh at him and slap his shoulder.

"He is not, he's just trying to be nice." I defend, though I don't really know why. I feel like I should like him. Like we have something in common. Though, I couldn't tell you what exactly. My head is starting to hurt.

"ALRIGHT GUYS, ARE WE GONNA DEBATE OR WHAT?"