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Chapter 2

I walked down the block, and the orphanage's rooftop disappeared into the distance. I stared down the block and then at my boots that were flat soled, with fluffy fake-fur at the top, with little pom-poms. I blinked my eyes, as I realized I was staring at my boots for too long and almost ran into a pole. I glared at the pole and continued on my way towards the school.

When I reached school, I suddenly realized I was late. I stared at my watch making sure I was late and made a run for it.

"Oh, my god, for freaking sakes, they even rang a bell for you in the morning!" I scowled at myself as I ran quickly through the school doors and went into the office.

"Allison Banks?" the secretary looked up and she stared at me.

"Yeah, Allison," I agreed reluctantly and smiled at her.

"You're going to make it in time, for a few more minutes in first period," she smiled at me nicely and handed me a schedule with all my class dated on them.

"Thanks, ma'am," I thanked.

"Call me Cindy," she winked at me and her eyes turned back to the stack of papers she has been working on.

I smiled again, glad I made a friend and walked out of the office and headed down the hallway to Mr. Dee's class, it was Language arts and Social Studies. Back in San Francisco the schools weren't this small, and wasn't as cold and windy, almost impossible to get lost. Although there were 2 schools in Forks, it's still easy to identify which is which.

I gently pulled open the door and peered inside. All the student's eyes flickered towards me, but I felt the strongest, pair of burning eyes against my cheek, was a tall, big guy, his hair was tousled and up to his chin or so. He was structured, and his muscles shown underneath his t-shirt. I quickly broke our eye contact and looked at the floor.

"Allison?" Mr. Dee asked and looked at me.

"Y-yeah," I said a bit flustered and I went up to show him my schedule.

"Ok, you can sit there," he pointed to the seat in front of the staring boy.

I was going to groan and kick Mr. Dee in the shins, but a little voice in my head told me not to. I just stared blankly and him and walked to the seat I was directed to sit at. Everybody was staring at me.

Oh great, I bet they are going to stereotype me of becoming a Gothic Emo.

Hell Nah.

I pulled my seat out and sat down and gently took out a notebook and a pen. I listened closely, and the whole time, I felt the burning pair of eyes staring at me, digging into my back like daggers. I finally, decided to turn slowly around and glare back. But as soon as I turned around, his eyes burned into mine, I totally felt my own blue eyes burn out! I flinched forward again, only to drop my pen in shock of the loud bell ringing.

I shivered and grabbed my pen, stuffing all my papers and textbooks into my backpack and scrambled out of the classroom. I breathed in deeply and realized that was already 2 periods. Next class was P.E.

Damn it!

I shoved my backpack into the locker and slammed it shut. I walked slowly towards the gym, enjoying and savoring the last moments of being safe on the ground and not tumbling through the air, falling. I peered through the gym doors, and went to my assigned locker. I was told there was supposed to be my gym clothes already there. Back in California, we did not have to wear gym clothes; I grimaced at the thought of having to change in front of people.

I glanced over my shoulder, making sure no one was around me and nearly hopped into my gym clothes. It was sort of green, with a white exterior. I glared at the poor choice of colors. As I walked up towards the gym, I realized that the boy in my class, who keeps on staring at me, was still looking at me! This time, he had a bunch of other big guys; they were all smiling at me. Their dark eyes sparkled incredulously. I glanced around myself nervously. Are they looking at me?!

I felt a bit queasy so, I wandered into a little safe corner that beckoned me. I felt safe in that tight corner as we waited for our gym teacher to appear. I stared at my gym shirt and spaced out.

"Are you Allison?" a deep husky voice asked curiously.

I looked up and was startled to see it was that boy with the longish hair.

"Um, yeah, call me Ally," I forced a smile onto my face and I eyed him suspiciously.

"Nice to meet you Ally, I'm Jacob Black," he held out his hand for me to shake. I stared at the awaiting hand cautiously.

"N-nice to meet you too," I agreed and shook his head, but flinched back to realize how warm and hot it was.

Was he running a temperature?

I flinched back and grasped my hand as it still burned with the heat of his skin. Jacob seemed to notice my reaction and slowly drew his hand back. I could see his face was a bit despaired and unhappy, I couldn't help but stare at the longing expression he had on his face.

"Jacob! What are you doing?" one of Jacob's big friends asked him casually.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" another beamed.

"Um," I felt a bit awkward with all these tall-ass people! I sort of felt like an elf next to Santa Claus.

"No," he said coldly to them and walked away.

My eyes widened at this weird moment. Why is he so, stingy? I frowned, feeling a bit ticked off by his rudeness. I was not actually that athletic, but enough to survive through gym class. I try to be very aware of things around me.

"Ok, we are playing football today," the gym teacher called towards us. I felt a twinge of fear.

Me play football, against them? My stomach lurched, but what am I supposed to do?

I was arguing with myself, and suddenly noticed I was outside, on the field, next to a tall guy, with the ball in my hands.

WHAT?! The football is in my hands?

Aw Crap.

I took off running, as fast as I could, I was literally scared! I heard shouts behind me as I tried to lift my feet to go higher and to go faster.

"Crap-crap-crap-crap-crap-crap," I repeated over and over again in wheezes.

Then I tripped over a high clump of dirt that rose from the ground and fell forward with a squeak and the ball flew out of my hand.

I grimaced, waiting for the dewy ground hit my face, but instead, something as hard as stone, and as hot as a microwave was wrapped around my waist. I opened my eyes in the tiniest slit and looked up nervously.

"Are you alright?" was the familiar deep voice.

"Uh…" I was lost at words, as I stared deep into his dark steely eyes. His hair was tied in a small ponytail behind his head! My eyes flickered to his other hand, and to our surroundings.

What?! We were at the touchdown point, and he was holding the football in his other hand.

Holy crap!

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