Bet On It
Chapter One: Strangers
It was Monday and I was late.
I pushed through the crowd out kids smoking outside of La Push high who were too cool to be on time. Unlike them, it was my sister's hour long bathroom rutein that kept me from class. I'd gotten in about enough time to brush my teeth before I had to run for the bus, which I'd missed. I still had on my oversized tank from the night before, and managed to squeeze into a pair of jean shorts before I ran out the door. So basically I looked even worse then I felt.
It was hotter than normal today. Just my luck. As I burst through the door to my first period algebra class every eye is on me. I take this time to attempt to flatten out my dark curls. Within seconds everyone is back to doing the math set they had in front of them.
"Wild night?" The kid that shares my two person desk asks. His name's Emery or Embry or something like that, and I narrow my eyes at his cheeky smirk.
"You know me." I throw at him, focusing more on the harsh looks the teacher was aiming at me.
I didn't have many friends at the school. If you didn't count Erin and Emma, and let's be honest, no one really did. Twins would usually spice things up around a school, but when the twins aren't anyone's idea of 'hot' they tend to go unnoticed. Unlike me, Erin and Emma didn't seem to care that they weren't 'popular.'
"I'm Embry Call." They boy says, and holds out his hand to me. It's halfway through the year. A little late to be making friends, but hey, I'll get what I can.
"Foster Quinn." I introduce myself, taking his hand firmly in mind. I'd heard he was a nice guy, though he always hung around with that Jake kid and the pervy one.
"You're Sarah's sister right?" He asks, and I feel all hope that I'd made a new friend drain from me. Unlike the twins, my sister was probably the definition of 'hot.' Genetics were definitely working in her favor. She was two years older than me, and managed to suck up all the attractive genes without saving any for the rest of us.
"It was nice meeting you." I groan out, very obviously not impressed with where this conversation was going.
"I-" Embry begins to say in protest but the teacher cuts him off with a very harsh shushing sound.
The bell rings before I can even solve the first question in my booklet and I pack up my bag in utter defeat. I had a whopping two periods of study hall next, which were normally reserved for sleep, but today it looked like I'd be doing math the whole time.
"Hey!" A voice calls as I'm walking down the hall. I don't turn because I can't remember the last time anyone called my name in a hallway. Probably before my sister started developing breasts. "Foster! Wait up!"
Embry Call catches up with me before I enter the library, his hand on my shoulder. "Here." He hands me his math packet to copy. Then that smug smile is on his face. "Don't mention it." He's about to turn away but turns back at the last second, "Look for me at lunch."
I most certainly will not, I think, but he's already halfway down the hall. I didn't even know we had the same lunch. I should really start paying better attention to my surroundings. I turn to walk into the library, and slam into the hard wooden door.