Chapter One: Rules
Renesmee
"...After several days of travel, he landed in a port about ten miles south of Seoul. But, he never would have guessed how much being in this country would change him." Mrs. Kollas read from an autobiography to my AP history class. I rolled my eyes and tapped my pencil on my desk, this class never failed to bore me.
I glanced at the clock for the forth time within the last two minutes, time moved so slowly.
"Carlie, do you mind?" the girl in front of me said as she turned around to face me with a heated stare. I smirked and poked her forehead with the eraser of my pencil.
"Actually, no. I don't mind." I whispered to her with dark laugh. She sighed vexatiously and turned back around quickly, attempting to flick me with her blonde mane.
Rolling my eyes, I whisper "Bitch." under my breath. So low, a pathetic human could never hear it.
Mrs. Kollas continued to lecture us, repeating the importance of another war from this countries past. It had probably been repeated about a few trillion times by every teenager in the whole entire fucking world, but high school is like a hell the government forces you into. It was made to ruin perfectly happy kids lives. It stole your morals, it made you change your mind about everything. If I knew how horrid school was, I would have never begged my parents to let me come. It was played off so lovely in the movies, well the movies my family let me watch. I've always been so guarded, forever being protected. I thought coming to high school by myself would let me explore life without my entire family breathing down my neck. But, really - it's changed my views about everything I thought life outside my family would be like.
I thought school would be fun. I thought being around people my own age (sort of) would be so amazing. But, It's not. It's like you're at war. You against everyone and everything, even sometimes against yourself. They give you rules to follow, take away your freedom.
Have this many friends.
Never be alone.
Tell me your problems.
No, You can't go to the bathroom.
Do this problem.
Solve this equation.
Don't text in class.
Pay attention.
Do your homework.
Don't talk to your friends during class.
Don't bully.
Read this book.
Express how you feel about this book.
Tell me what you think.
Don't lie.
No, not really what you think.
Just tell me what I think.
Yes?
No?
F = Failure.
Leave all of your dreams and hopes behind, those who enter this building will need to forget all about them anyways. Yeah, thanks for warning me before hand. Could've sent a heads up. Or, you also could engraved in the cement right in front of the doors. Oh really? You're giving me a pamphlet about high school? Gee, thanks! Let's read it, shall we?
Forget your dreams, check your morals, change your opinions, and convictions and leave them at the door so we can toss em' in the incinerator.
New ones will be sent or passed out to you as soon as you step through those doors.
Well, this is my advice;
Fuck that.
Normalcy isn't sports jerseys and ribbons in your hair, short skirts or big muscles. It's being human. Not a prissy-stuck up snob, or a dumb jock who does steroids to make themselves play better so they can get a dumb scholarship to a dumb school they'll flunk out of anyways. But, you're a freak if you have stripe through your hair or a ring in your lip. If you wear colorful clothes, like purple pants. That's a freak intheir book. The prissy-stuck up snobs. You'll be disregarded from their perfect "system" they've created, the one where someone like me are out-casted.
It's all bullshit. A whole bunch of bullshit if you ask me.
But if you ask them, they'll play the innocent card and pretend that they are nice, and sweet. Not demonic bitches, who try to kill you with their words that stab at you like swords.
I breathed in deeply, letting out a long sigh. An odd smell hit my senses, it was strangely a nice smell - almost familiar.
"Ah, Mr. Clearwater is it? Well...you can take your seat next to Carlie." Mrs. Kollas said, my name rolling off her tongue like it was poison.
"Sweet, thanks Mrs. Kollas. You sat me down next to a hot girl, you're the best."
I scoffed, I'm utterly annoyed already with whoever was new in this class. Why'd he smell so familiar? Probably another douche bag wearing axe or something, third new kid this year. I looked up from my notebook full of doodles when he sat down next to me. My eyebrows raised, expecting another dumb remark from him.
"Holy shit." I said under my breath. He wasn't typical at all. He was...he is... "Holy shit." I repeated. I've never seen anyone more massive than my uncle, but damn. His muscles literally looked like they were about to rip through his tight grey shirt. His boyish face and huge white smile took me off guard, but not as much as his huge frame. He had to be at least 6'6''.
"I can't believe you sit back here all alone, this the class you text in or something?" he guessed quietly, his dark toffee eyes burning holes into mine.
"I like my space...but looks like I won't be getting much of that anymore, huh?" I replied with a crooked grin. His chest rumbled, a low quiet laugh escaped his lips.
"You play the drums?" he asked casually, noticing the constant tapping I made with my pencils.
"Eh, I have a nice set back home. I only mess around with em', though. My dad's a music fanatic. Killer piano player, though. But, classical isn't my style." I admitted, "I like alternative, indie, rock...ya' know. The good stuff." I shrugged and kept the beat up I was making with the pencils. I began to tap my foot along to it too.
He nodded his head, and rested his forearms on the table."I prefer good ol' rock and roll."
I chuckled, "Respect. I can tolerate a few bands. Bon Iver has got to be my favorite, along with The Smiths."
He nodded his head again, that white smile gracing his face again for the hundredth time. "You like it here?" he questioned, forgetting about my slight crude remark.
"Uh, my brothers and sisters went to this school when they were younger. And, unfortunately when it came my time to start school as a freshman, we decided to come back here." I sighed and started up a different beat with my pencils, hoping he would believe me.
"Decided to come back? What's that s'pposed to mean?" he inquired curiously. Did I let to much slip?
"They left after they all graduated, and then they uh - brought me into the family and after sixteen years, we came back." I rolled my eyes, nice save dipshit. At least you remembered part of the story they gave you to feed the poor, insignificant humans.
"Oh, mind me asking what your name is?" he asked. Curiosity will kill you honey, did you know that?
"Re - Carlie. It's just Carlie."
Why am I so bad at lying?
"Seth Clearwater," he smirked and glanced over my body as I stood up.
"Take a picture, it'll last you longer." I rolled my eyes and started packing my things up, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
"Nah, but you have a last name? They're kind of important." he said with a laugh.
I let out a long sigh, "Masen."
"Carlie Masen? Well, Carl's, It was nice meeting you. I'll see you at lunch." He winked and got up just as the bell rung. Towering over everyone as he left the classroom almost gracefully.
I shook my head and continued out the classroom. He was so fascinating yet completely annoying at the same time. Was he serious about seeing me at lunch? How does he even know we have the same lunch periods? So weird...
I rolled my eyes at my ridiculous thoughts. I walked down the hall to my Spanish class, my body feeling as if it was being pulled. I entered and a wonderful scent hit my nose. I dumped my things on a desk way in the back of the room and looked up. Searching for where the scent came from. My eyes landed at the teachers desk. Oh, he's new.
Mr. Black was written messily on the blackboard.
He turned around and caught my gaze. Our eyes locked and my body suddenly felt like it was weak. His dark eyes held mine, my fingers twitched a bit and tingles went down my spine. I couldn't take my eyes away from his. I felt numb, as if gravity left and my body was floating. My breath was caught in my throat and my chest felt heavy. My stomach felt as if there were hundreds of butterflies fluttering through out it.
"Uh, what happened to Mrs. Vanders?" I asked shyly as I sat down. My shaking hands gripping the table for support. My eyes scanned his entire body. He was so beautiful. His jet black hair was short and cropped, but still a little shaggy. His white teeth shined brighter than pearls against his magnificent copper skin.
He licked his lips and shrugged, "Beats me, she just up and quit." he chuckled softly, my lips twitched up hearing his laugh. He fiddled with some things on his desk and I watched as his biceps flexed through his shirt every time he moved.
"Oh . . ." I bit my bottom lip and continued to gawk at him. His eyes met mine for a second before he broke into a huge grin, I looked down and let my hair curtain my bright red cheeks.
It was silent for a few moments, but it felt like eternity. I just want to look at him again. He is so beautiful.
"Yeah, so just warning you first hand. I know Spanish, but I'm not the best at speaking it sometimes." he laughed softly, trying to lighten up the situation as he walked over to me.
Breath. Breath. Breath. Exhale. Breath.
"Ye-yeah, I uh-uh don't either..." I replied, focusing on my breathing.
"I see, that's why you have the highest grade in here...Miss. Masen is it?" He flashed me a dazzling smile and I forgot how to breath once again. He leaned against the table in front of me, facing me with crossed arms. I watched his muscles flex under his blue dress shirt.
I just want to pull on that damn time and feel his lips . . .
"I uh-um...well-" I stuttered a bit more and let out a sigh, way to look like an idiot Renesmee. "I learned it growing up-so I...I don't have to pay attention in class." I mustered out a barley coherent sentence, he laughed again.
"I hope you pay attention, cause now half your grade in here will be all about focusing in my class." He got up, winked and went back to writing some Spanish plurals on the board.
Oh trust me, I'll pay attention. When it's your lips that are speaking, that is.
What the hell am I thinking? He's a teacher, for Christ's sake Resnesmee! Get a grip!
Everyone came inside right as the bell rung and the prissy-stuck up snobs were giggling and whispering about our new teacher. A strange, jealous feeling rose up in my chest as they talked about him. I didn't want them to talk about him; I didn't want them to even know about him. I couldn't explain why, but I just . . . didn't. I shifted in my chair as they began to discuss how gorgeous he was. I squeezed my eyes shut. I never got jealous over anything or anyone, it just . . . isn't my nature. And of all people to get upset over - is my new teacher.
My teacher.
He cleared his throat to get their attention. "Well, hello everyone...my names Mr. Black, and I'm your new Spanish teacher. Now please put up with me this year, I know Spanish very well but I'm rusty with the speaking part." He laughed, and so did everyone else.
"Well, like I told Carlie moments ago, half your grade will be paying attention. So, I'd advise to do that and not fall asleep." He walked up to some sleazy kid and kicked his chair leg. The kid, who was named Max, jolted awake.
"I'm also the new coach for the hockey team, Phillip and Jason already know that though." He looked at the two jocks in this class. "The whole team's been practicing very hard." Phil and Jason nodded their head and smirked.
Dumb asses.
"Mr. Black, I have a very important question." Morgan Condors said, in a voice that sounded like she was attempting to be alluring. I bit back my laugh when I saw Mr. Black's face turn into disgust.
"Yes?" he asked, his tone sounding annoyed.
"Well, do you have any...extra credit stuff I could possibly...do? Maybe staying after school and helping you clean the board?" She asked, in that weird voice again. I snorted out loud, and she looked back at me with anger.
"Oh sorry, continue on trying to hit on our new teacher, I didn't mean to interrupt." I smiled at her and Mr. Black held back his smile.
"Just shut up freak, no one like you anyways." She spun back around and looked back at Mr. Black. His hands were gripping the back of his chair.
"Miss. Condors, would you mind heading down to the office to speak with the principle?" Mr. Black asked in a deep voice.
"Uh, why?" She questioned, sounding dumber by the second.
"Just go," He whispered, sounding very pissed and fed up. She picked up her stuff slowly, by bending down in front of him to grab her bag,
"Morgan, Stop being a whore. You tried this last year with another teacher, and you got suspended." I said blankly to her. She glared daggers at me right before she sauntered out of the room. Her sauntering looked more like harsh limping, but whatever.
"Carlie, I'd like to have a word with you outside. Everyone else, start reading the text book or something." He walked out of the room, I scooted my chair back slowly and I followed him quietly.
"Sorry..." I whispered once I was in the hallway with him. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was starring at me with concern.
"No need to be sorry, I agree with you." He laughed a bit, and I looked at him for a second with my mouth gaping open.
I stuttered a bit before forming a coherent sentence, "It's whatever." I shrugged and looked down at my feet.
"What did she mean when she said no one likes you anyways?" He inquired, concern coating his voice.
"Eh, I don't have many friends. But, it's fine with me. I'd rather have no friends then be friends with girls like her." I laughed and looked at his face, his eyebrows knitted together like he was confused.
"Their loss." He sighed, looking down at his watch.
"Thanks, I guess." I mumbled and started walking back towards the door to the classroom with Mr. Black following.
I took my seat and Mr. Black started speaking about masculine and feminine plurals. I watched him the entire time, and he noticed. His eyes were locked with mine most of the period, I hope no one noticed. Is it weird I feel this connection to him? What the hell is going on...
"There will a a small quiz on Monday to see if you all were even paying attention." He announced and everyone groaned. "Alright, well now I know most of you weren't paying attention..." He chuckled a bit and sat down at his seat just as the bell rang, and everyone hurried out the door to get to lunch.
"Uh, yeah have a good day everyone..." he said at the last minuet. I laughed and started packing my things up when Seth popped into the room.
"Carlie, wassup?" he asked with a stupid smirk on his face.
I snorted, "Are you going to be this annoying forever?" I groaned as I walked past him and towards the door. I turned around and found Mr. Black's eyes on me. "Bye Mr. Black, see you on Monday. I'll be ready for that quiz." I declared to him as I walked backwards past Seth and out of the room, keeping my eyes locked with his. I turned back around and walked towards my locker down the hall.
"Thanks for waiting up," Seth called to me from the Spanish room. I rolled my eyes and listened to him jog his way towards me.
"Aw, sorry. Didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I don't wait around for anyone." I confessed as I entered my lockers combination. I opened it, shoved my books in there and then grabbing my lunch. Seth slammed my locker shut and stared at me expectantly.
"We're not going to the cafeteria." He said bluntly, I shoved him aside and started walking towards the cafeteria's entrance anyways.
"Oh no, no, no. We're gonna go eat with Mr. Black. A.K.A my cousin, Jake." He pulled me along with him and back into Mr. Black's room.
"Whoa, what? He's your cousin?" I questioned him with confusing as we stumbled into Mr. Black's room.
"Seth...what are you doing in here, isn't it your lunch period?"
"Yep, but I figured you're all lonely in here so we're gonna sit in here for lunch." Seth shrugged and made himself comfortable in Mr. Black's desk chair.
I hopped up on a desk and faced Mr. Black, he laughed at us and began writing something on the board in Spanish.
"I'm not lonely. I was perfectly at ease." He turned around and smiled at me, his white teeth shinning nicely against his copper skin. I bit my bottom lip and looked down, a blush turning my cheeks a light shade of pink.
"So Jake, you still fixing my car? I don't like riding to school with you. It makes me feel lame." Seth leaned back in the chair and ended up falling straight out of it. I looked at him for a second and began laughing hysterically.
"That's earns you an F for trying to look cool, man." Mr. Black said while laughing.
"Yeah well, shut up." Seth mumbled while he stood up and brushed himself off.
I laughed a little more and calmed my self down, "So uh, Mr. Black - " He turned around and looked at me weird.
"Seriously, call me Jacob or Jake outside of class. I hate when people call me Mr. Black. It's just weird. Makes me feel like I'm my father." I smiled at his sour expression.
"Anyways, Jacob. Why are you a teacher?" his smile grew bigger when I said his name, and then it turned into a frown.
"Well, I was just the coach for the hockey team, but then they needed a Spanish teacher so I just took the job." He chuckled and started writing on the board again. I took my chance to look at his back, and how well defined it looked even under his shirt.
"Ah, I see." I said casually. I crossed my ankles and stared at my black beat up converse.
"So you brought lunch, and you don't eat it?" Seth said with a weird look on his face. "Food is like, God in my world. How can you just let it sit there?" He asked me with an ashamed look on his face.
I rolled my eyes and threw my lunch bag at him. "I just bring it to make my parents stop nagging me, I don't eat at school." I laughed and looked back down at my shoes.
"Whatever, whoa! This is good! What is it?" Seth praised with a mouth full of food.
"You'll have to ask my mom, she made it." I shrugged and hopped off the desk.
"Yeah well, okay. Oh, by the way, you're going to come over to me and Jake's house tonight to learn what real music is." Seth informed me smugly.
"Real music? Hah!" I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I'm ditching the rest of the day. You in?" I asked Seth as I looked at Mr. Black wearily.
He snorted when he caught me staring at him. "I won't tell!" he said as he held his pinkey out for a pinkey swear.
I pinkey sweared him, and even if it was just our pinkeys touching, I felt sparks, and warmth. Which I don't ever feel because of my high temperature. He noticed it too, I know it. He had to have felt those sparks.
He frowned when I pulled my hand away.
"Well, c'mon Seth. We better get going before lunch is over." I motioned for Seth to follow me after one more glance at Jacob.
I walked down the hallway quickly with Seth having to jog to keep up with me. "You like my cousin. I know it!" I looked at Seth and stopped dead in my tracks.
"Uh, No. He's my-my teacher." I protested quickly. "He's probably like, thirty-something." I started walking again.
"He's actually...uh-twenty four?" Seth said, even though it came out like a question.
"Why do you care whether or not I - I like him?" I stuttered, I got like this when I was nervous.
"Because, you're my friend and he's like my brother. I want him to be happy, and now that I think about it, it looks like you'll make him happy."
"I could never! He's my teacher!" I nearly screeched when we walked out of the doors of this hell hole. "Just because I find him attractive doesn't mean I like him!"
"So?" He grabbed my hand and spun me around.
Seth, You're an idiot. He let go of my hand and stepped back. "What-what was that?" He asked in disbelief.
Ah, shit.
A/N: ALRIGHT. So, restarting this story. I loved it but I just took most of it way to fast on my old account. Hope you love it as much as I do! Just to clear things up, Jake never imprinted of Renesmee. The Cullens left before Jacob even knew Bella was pregnant. This is an alternate universe!
