A/N- Hey, this is my first story so please be nice! J
I sat alone at a table, pushing food around my tray. I was dreading the upcoming class where everyone was presenting a project. I hated talking in front of groups of people. I hated talking in front of anyone who I didn't really know, not to mention how awkward I sounded when I did.
The bell was about to ring, so I picked up my tray, walked to the trash can, threw the leftovers away, and started my way to my locker. I opened it, and took out my poster for the presentation. I heard the chatter of other students, so I quickly shut my locker door and walked with my head down towards the classroom.
When I reached the room, I made my way to my assigned seat in the back row, farthest seat to the left. The class slowly filled up while I chewed on my pencil, a nervous habit of mine. I caught glances of everyone else's projects, and started to freak out, seeing how neat and organized everyone's were. I'm going to mess up, be laughed at, and fail! I just know it, I thought while I gnawed on my pencil even harder.
The bell rang and anyone standing, sat, and the teacher, Mrs. Harris, rose from her desk and stood in front of the main white board. Mrs. Harris was about thirty years old, with a few wrinkles here and there. She had shoulder length light brown hair and was average height. She was strict and had no tolerance for talking. This made me worry even more than usual.
In Mrs. Harris' hand were the hated popsicle sticks that had the names of every student in class. "Before we begin, I would like everyone to know that we will be continuing the presentations into the next class because there will not be enough time this block," she explained with a stern expression on her face.
She reached for a random stick in the bundle held together by a rubber band. I crossed my fingers, watching others do the same, while everyone prayed to not be the unlucky soul who had to present first.
The suspense was killing me as she slowly brought the name written in marker up to eye level. After a few seconds of her scanning the name, she said, "Jacob Black," aloud.
I watched as the giant Quileute boy in the desk before me groaned quietly before standing slowly to delay his presentation. He was taller than most of La Push population, and was very muscular. It wasn't very surprising to me, seeing as Jacob hangs out with the infamous Sam Uley 'Gang'. I don't really have a problem with them, seeing as I've never spoken to any of the members before, but I have heard many rumors about them.
When Jacob reached the board, he took four magnets and placed each one on a corner of his organized poster explaining the topic given to him by Mrs. Harris, Quileute legends, according to the title written in large print on the top .
After finishing with the magnets, he turned around to face the class, Jacob's eyes were closed as he took a deep breath. When his eyes opened, the were staring straight at me. His chocolate brown eyes filled with shock while they stared into my big sky blue eyes. Many different emotions flickered across them, with the shock never leaving.
"Hurry up Mr. Black. We don't have all day," Mrs. Harris snapped impatiently.
"Yeah, sorry," Jacob said, shaking his head slightly and turning his body towards the poster, pointing at a picture of an Indian Chief.
Jacob began explaining the legends quickly, legends we already knew. Event though I've only been here a few years, I know every legend by heart, so it didn't surprise me when everyone tuned out.
The rest of the class went by pretty quickly, although I was too distracted by the way Jacob looked at me. When I moved here, some kids made an effort to talk to me, but I was too scared that I was going to sound stupid or that they would leave me if I got too close.
After a few days, everyone gave up hope on me. It wasn't like I didn't want friends, trust me, I do, I've always wished I had friends. Everyone began ignoring me, so it really surprised me when Jacob began sneaking glances at me.
When the bell rang, I was relieved that I didn't have to present that day. I gathered my things and began walking towards the door. I stepped outside and started walking to my last class of the day.
Jacob appeared next to me, making me jump. I looked up towards his face to see him smiling down at me.
"Hey, I'm Jacob," he said while we continued to walk.
"Hi. I'm Kathryn, but you can call me Kat if you want," I replied, surprised I didn't just say a small hi. I saw his smile get even bigger, if that's possible.
"What class do you have next?" he asked.
"Art, and shouldn't you be going to your class?" I asked him back.
"My class is this way."
"Oh," I weakly said. Seeing that I wasn't going to say anything else, he opened his mouth to say something, but I stopped walking.
He looked at me curiously as I took a few steps backwards.
"Sorry, it's the art room," I said as I pointed to the classroom we just passed. I rushed into the room and into my seat, with my heart pounding.