Chapter 1

The teacher turns her back, her medium length, wavy blonde hair swishing as she does so. Her new white chalk slides on the blackboard, writting down grammar. Ew. I hate grammar. Katrina swivels around in her desk, facing me.

"I hate grammar," my lips form the words.

She shrugs.

"I wasn't paying attention," she whispers.

"Oh my God. Do you remember in Twilight when Edward and Bella were passing notes in class, and when the teacher came over, he had perfect notes? I think I can do that," I whisper really fast.

My heart rate starts to accelerate. Edward Cullen.

"Of course I do. And Edward can do anything better than anybody can. Most of all you," she says, a little too loudly.

Mrs. Lauri turns away from the board.

"Katrina, would you like to share something with the class?" she asks in a fake accent.
Mrs. Lauri's always trying out new accents.

"Uhm, yea actually. Edward Cullen is the best vampire in the world!" she exclaims, her eyes rounding.

Mrs. Lauri sighs, turning back to the blackboard.

"Edward Cullen is so not the best," I hiss, "Sure, he's awesome, but Jacob's better. SO much better. He's the best guy in the world."

"Well, actually, I said that Edward's the best vampire in the world, but still, Edward's better," she whispers.

"Uh-uh. Edward's one of the best vampires in the world. And still, Jacob's better. He's better than them all," I say, nodding my head feriously.

"Edward!" she says.

We've had this argument many times before.

"Jacob!" I yell.

Mrs. Lauri turns again.

"Amber, would you at least shout about grammar? Not this boy that you want to ask out after class?" this time she uses a different accent.

A girl pipes up, the one in the row next to us, "He's not real, Mrs. Lauri. He's from that book Twilight."

My eyes go big. How dare she? "He is SO real! Admit it! Admit it! Jacob Black is real!"

She looks at me like I'm crazy, cowering in her seat. The boy next to her decides to butt in.

"Hey, isn't this book like, one of those things that girls go crazy over?"

"Uhm yea. Like duh," I say, ignoring the fact that he is so goregously cute.

"Enough! I'm done anyway. I'm going to go do attendance," Mrs. Lauri says, going over to her computer.

I turn back to Katrina.
"Jacob!"

"Edward!"
"Jacob!"

"Ed!"

"Jake!"

Mrs. Lauri gives us a withering stare.

I glance down at my sheet about present participles. I pick up my pencil, determined.

JACOB! i write.

EDWARD! she counters.

I take my pencil, writing Jacob as many times as I can, all over the paper.

She takes hers, trying to beat me. After a while, we start writing Jake and Ed to go faster.

"That's not fair! Ed is a two letter word! Jake is four! That's twice the amount!"
She sticks her tongue at me. Soon, we run out of room on the paper. We each get pens, writing over what we wrote before.

Again, we run out of space. Katrina gets a sharpie. I get a highlighter.

"NOOOOOOO!"

My highlighter doesn't beat her sharpie.

The bell rings. I pick up my stuff, saying, "Jacob's still better."

Walking down the hallway, we're still arguing.

"Jake!"
"Ed!"

"Jake!"

"Ed!"

And on and on and on.

Someone bumps into me.

It's Jess.

"Jess!" I squeal, hugging her.
When the whole fiasco is over, I get to work.

"Jess, who's better, Jacob or Edward?"
She immediately comprehends.

"Jacob of course," she says, smiling, thinking dirty thoughts.

Katrina sniffs at us.

"Edward is better," she says, and goes the opposite way to her next class.

Jess goes another way, and I go straight.

I come to History just a little late.

"Amber, you're ten minutes late. What's the hold up?" Mrs. Beauchamp asks.

"I was in the middle of a very important debate. I'm very sorry, but it was life important."

"Yeah, ok. Sit down," she says.
I go and take a seat.
"As I was saying before Miss Amber here interrupted, we are going to Forks, Washington on a field trip-"
I squeal.

"FORKS!? THAT'S WHERE EDWARD AND JACOB ARE!"

"Uhm, ok." she rambles on.

My friend Caitlyn looks at me, disturbed.

"You're such a freak," she whispers.

We both laugh.
"Not as much a freak as you are," I counter.
She shrugs.