I really didn't want to go inside, today didn't sound like a good day to be at school. Everyone else seemed to be in a chipper mood, I watched from inside my car at all the students walking by, laughing and chatting freely. Why couldn't I have that? I ran my fingers through my thick black hair and leaned back against the leather seats of my Mercedes C300.

I didn't want to go to class and sit around to every annoying trivial thing the highschool-ers wanted to complain about. Whether their hair didn't turn out the way they wanted so they were having a bad day. They spilled ketchup on their white shirt. Scuffed their shoes, got grounded for staying out past curfew, or whatever else they could come up with to complain about. I couldn't remember the last time I got to complain about something and it just pissed me off that other people complained about stupid things.

I sighed and kicked my feet up on the dashboard of my car and cranked the seat back. The school never called my dad when I missed class because I was such a 'wonderful student'. I passed all my classes with flying colors, even though the curriculum was unbelievably unchallenging, just turns out I'm not lazy, I was one of the model students as far as grades went but when it came to behavior…

Maybe I should just go on a walk? No, I needed to go, why play catch when I didn't have to? I groaned and sat up in my seat grabbing my pink Jansport backpack from the passenger seat and stepping out of my car onto the wet pavement. I tossed my bag over my shoulder ignoring the searing pain as it hit my back.

I looked up at the school and sighed walking towards it. I never had a casual day as far as my father's dress code for me went. I always had to show that I had money and make friends based on status. It disgusted me but I obeyed and purchased expensive clothes that spoke volumes for my personality.

Considering my foul mood I work my favorite black skinny jeans that looked like they were shredded by bear claws, my gray tank top that read 'fuck off' with my match black bracelet, and my black draped sweatshirt. I didn't have friends at school and I wanted to keep it that way, having friends would only make things harder and no one had anything to offer me as a friend.

Opening the doors to the school I stepped into a bustling hallway, my irritation rose in an instant. Hopefully today wouldn't be too bad…

I had math first period, I wasn't sure how it happened but it did. I liked math, I was good at it, and to have it first thing in the morning was the warm up I loved to have. We had a substitute in class so everyone was being annoying and abusing the poor timid woman.

I sat in the back with my headphones in just trying to finish the warm up but Sarah McLeod was being obnoxious, as usual. I turned my music up louder and grabbed my pencil to write my name and the date and the top of the paper. Shelby Peace, 12/1/10. Laughter filled the classroom and I looked up seeing Sarah holding her sides and laughing with her friend at God knows what.

I ripped my headphones out of my ear, "Shut the fuck up," I said kicking her chair from under my desk. I didn't give a damn if she thought I was bitch, she was making my day that much worse by existing.

I watched her jolt forward and her laughing stopped abruptly, she looked back disgusted, "What the hell! Don't kick me." She said though her teeth. "And don't tell me what to do."

"First, I didn't kick you, I kicked your chair and you're being unbearable to be around, no one else has the balls to say anything." It wasn't a secret that Sarah and I didn't get along. It had been snuffed after our fight our sophomore year but as a senior she felt as if she was queen and she need to have that crown ripped right off her head.

"Shut up, Shelby! No one cares about you so shut the fuck up," I watched as she wrinkled her nose in disgust which only fueled my anger. I kicked her chair again, harder, and she nearly fell out which made me laugh out loud.

"Ladies! That's enough!" the seemingly timid teacher yelled. Looks like she had more of a voice than she put off, good for her. I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat popping my headphones back in, this wasn't done.

As third period ended everyone rushed out of the classroom like animals. It was lunch time for all the people who had first lunch; I was part of that group. I stayed behind in class though finishing up the homework assignment so I wouldn't have to take it home. I had to write twenty things I was thankful for and every single thing I wrote down was a lie. It wasn't as if my teacher would know the difference, I was a damn good liar, especially on paper.

I stood from my seat and walked to the front of the class handing my paper to Mr. Dean, "Ah, thank you, Shelby," he said with a small nod. I didn't have a problem with Mr. Dean, he was funny when he wanted to be and he always wore the same thing. Plaid button up shirts with slacks, very rarely jeans and those black glasses that fit so well on his face. His shaggy brown hair never looked done, just ruffled about but it looked good that way, it framed his face well.

"You're welcome," I muttered as I walked past him and out of the classroom. I walked down the hall towards the cafeteria pulling my Android from my pocket to play Angry Birds to pass time. I usually didn't stay on campus for lunch but I didn't feel like driving anywhere so I would hang out in the corner today.

I walked into the noisy room and made my way to a table in the back next to the windows. It was raining outside, yay, just the thing to perk up someone's day. But what more could I really expect from Forks, Washington?

I pulled a chair out and propped my feet up on the table, dropping my backpack to the floor. I glanced up once to see who I was near and the only other full table I saw was the Cullen's. They always sat with each other like they didn't have friends outside of each other and maybe they didn't, it was none of my business though. Pulling my phone close to my face I started on level 1 of my game.

"You're sitting in my spot bitch," an annoying voice rang in my ears and I sighed. I pulled my phone closer, maybe ignoring her would work? "I'm talking to you, get out of my spot," she repeated setting her tray down and pulling the table away from me making my feet fall to the ground. I glared at her over my phone and she smiled, "Move," she said making a shooing motion with her hands.

"I'm not a dog you dumb bitch, get the fuck out of my face," I said placing my hands in my lap. As much as I wanted to be the bigger person and not retaliate I couldn't help it. My pride wouldn't allow me to be spoken to anyway and just walk away.

Sarah laughed, "You could have fooled me," she said innocently.

I put my phone in my pocket as rage struck me, "I'm telling you this for your own safety, Sarah," I stared her dead in the eyes, "Back. The. Fuck. Off."

"No, you need to leave, you don't belong here," she said picking a roll up from her tray, she tossed it behind her, "Fetch doggy." Her friends laughed.

It took me less than a second to be over the table and on top of her; I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled at it while I punched her in the face with all my might. "Don't you ever talk to me like that!" I felt my hair being pulled from behind him and I unwillingly moved back as it was tugged backwards. I released Sarah's hair and stood from the ground trying to get whoever had my hair off of me. I backed up against them and stomped down hard on their foot. Sarah stood from the ground rubbing her head and frowning, she clenched her fist but before she could strike me I raised my leg up and kicked her in the stomach. I watched her face drop as the air left her and she collapsed to her knees.

Everyone in the cafeteria was watch now, some had gotten up from their seats and were recording on their cell phones but I didn't care about that.

"Get off!" I yelled throwing my head back into my captors face. The hands instantly left my hair as she cried out. I turned around and saw Hannah Rein holding her nose, I walked around her and grabbed Sarah's tray and dumped it Sarah, "Fetch bitch," I spat out reaching down to grab her but I felt a pair of undeniably strong arms wrap around my center. I tried to pry them off of my center but I couldn't even budge them.

I was carried outside as administration came running into the cafeteria.

"Let go of me!" I shouted kicking in the air.

"Stop fighting," his voice was smooth and velvety. I didn't recognize it which only made me fight harder. "I'll release you if you stop fighting."

I groaned and crossed my arms waiting to be put down. When I was I turned back to cuss out who ever dared to put their hands on me but was struck dumb as soon as my eyes landed on him, "Edward?"

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