This is my first fan fiction, bear with me :) I don't own Twilight or any of the characters except Julie, Summer, and Shadow.
Sweat drips off my forehead and travels down to my cheek. I smile when I hear the La Push "protectors" whisper, "We're gonna win this game! Damn, she's freakin' beast. She's better than any college girl I've seen." Yep. Basketball is my life. I play it every single day, every chance I get. While I dribble in place, I look over to the group of tall, rustle skinned, muscular boys. They were all leaning against the brick wall like they own the place. Which I guess some might say that they do. Embry, Paul, Quil, Jared, and Seth had their eyes are glued to me. I just smirked and put a wink in their direction. I put my mind back into the game. Go for it. So I did. I went as fast as I could, right, left, bring my right leg up and put it in.
As soon as the ball went in the basket the buzzer went off telling us that the game was now over. My smile grew even bigger when I looked up at the score board and saw the red, bold numbers. 25-15. "Hell yeah!" Lifting my fist in the air the school went insane. I was surprised to see that the loudest people in the gym were the "coolest boys in school." I looked around and saw that they were holding up a sign that said "Shadow's #1!" In response I just nodded in their direction. Right before I was about to turn around my shoulder was slammed back. My smile faded and my eyes turned ice cold. I guess you can say that I don't have the best temper. I'm known for my "bad girl" image. My gaze was still on the La Push gang and I noticed that their smiles had been wiped from their faces. "Oh shit.." I think Embry said that, but I'm not entirely sure. My focus wasn't on them anymore. It was on the black haired bitch who just ran into me.
"Uh, excuse me?"Her body slowly turned around. Fuck, it's Julie. Julie is probably one of the toughest girls in the La Push High School. But she is most definitely not the toughest one. "How about you watch where the fuck you're going, hm?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Summer, my best friend look this way. I saw that her flushed faced lost it's color instantly. She's the only one who has actually seen me get into a fight. Not a pulling hair, screaming fight. A real ass fight. A fight where punches are thrown and you get slammed into the things around you.
I've never been in a fight at school cause I'd rather not get suspended. But you know what they say, there's always a first time for everything. "Oh I'm sorry," her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Did I hurt poor little Shadow's feelings?" I just stand there, daring her to say more. "Too bad momma can't help you this time." My hand clenches up in balls by my side, my breathing becoming heavy.
"She hasn't been for what? 6 years? You know, if I ever see the truck driver who ran into your car, remind me to thank him later." She had a smirk on her face, clearly satisfied with herself. That's it. My eyes snap up to hers and for the slightest moment I can see fear in them. But as soon as it came it was gone. She knew that I've never been in a fight at school so she knows I won't physically do anything to her. I take just a few steps so I'm right in front of her. I guess that's one of the many good things about being 5'9.
"You know what my mother used to tell me?" I was surprised my voice was coming out so calm. She just tilted her head to the side with confusion in her eyes. I looked down for a moment than back up at her with a small smile on my face. "To expect the unexpected." With that said, my right hand swings back and lunges forward, hitting her right in the nose. I draw in a breath through my clenched teeth. I look down and see that she is laying on her side, holding her nose with her hand as blood drips out of the gaps of her fingers while her eyes are squeezed shut. I was about to sit on her and keeping beating the shit out of her when two, very large and unnaturally warm hands wrap themselves around my waist.
"The fuck?" I look up and see the one and only Jacob Black looking down at me. I can feel this weird kind of pull to him and I can tell by the look on his face that he feels it too. Before my body got my minds consent, I punched him, right in the jaw. His grip fell from my waist and stumbled back, looking at me with disbelief in his eyes.
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