After wandering around, lost, like an idiot for five minutes, I finally got to the office to grab my schedule. A stern looking old woman sat behind the desk and once I walked in, she scowled. But once she caught full sight of me, her stern expression softened.

"Teresa Erins, I assume?" she said softly, gathering some papers together gently. Her attitude was a complete 180 from the scowl she had given me at the door, I was caught off guard.

"Um," I start, "Actually, I go by Tally."

"Tally?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, before she smiled and gave a slight shrug, "That's a cute name."

She handed me a sheet of paper, and I slowly reached for it, cautious on whether or not she'd bite my head off. Hey! You would too if you had seen the go- to- hell scowl I had gotten on entry.

"Thanks." I respond pensively, looking over the sheet she handed me. It read:

Class Teacher Room #
AP English III- Ms. Janise, Room 82
Chemistry- Mr. Arnold, Room 37
Debate- Mrs. Lilac, Room 10
Pre- AP Algebra III- Mr. Jefferson, Room 62
AP U.S. History- Mr. Tener, Room 83
Drama- Mrs. Edna, Room 17

I was so engrossed with reading my schedule, I hadn't heard anyone enter the office.

"Tally," the secretary called for my attention "This is Alice Cullen. She's going to be your guide today."

I looked up to see a small pixie like girl, grinning ear to ear and bouncing from heel to toe to heel with excitement. Oh Jeez!

She wore a black spaghetti strap, a dark blood red leather half jacket, gold pants, and red heels. Her short hair was spiked stylishly, and I instantly felt way underdressed in her presence. Wait, no! I look like a teen going to school. She looks like a model hitting the runway. So if anything, she's overdressed.

Yeah, Tally, just keep telling yourself that.

"Thank you, Mrs.… Jensi." I said, reading her name plate.

"You're welcome, dearie." She smiled sadly "Come back soon… but not too soon."

I nodded and walked out of the office with Alice on my heels.

"So, it's Tally? That's a cool name." Alice said. I was about to reply, but I came to find out Alice doesn't have time for responses, "Where are you from? Where do you live? Do you like your new home? Do you like the school? Did you meet anyone yet, besides me? How long have you been in town? What do you like to do for fun? What classes are you taking? Here let me…"

The shorter girl reached for my schedule, but I snatched it away and glared at her, "No offense, but is this how it's going to be today. You having a one- sided conversation with yourself? Because if it is, the I'll gladly be lost all day."

She giggled, and shook her head "Sorry, I tend to do that when I get excited. We don't get very many new people here. Here give me your schedule, and while I look it over, you can tell me what you think about good ol' Forks."

I look down at my schedule, then look back up at her, before giving up and reluctantly gave it to her. As she looked it over, I decide to humor her.

I sigh, "So far I could care less that I am here."

She looked up at me with a quirk of an eyebrow "Oh, how come?"

"This is the seventh school I've been to this year." I answer with a shrug. "Kind of gets old after a while."

"Ouch." Alice responded, handing me my schedule back.

"Yeah," I shrug, "you could say that."

We walked down the hallway in silence now, well as silent as the student filled hallways could be, before Alice stopped abruptly in front of a door.

"So do you have any questions for me?" Alice asked, and I slowly realized we had arrived at my first class of the day.

I was about to shake my head until I looked at her red jacket. "Actually, I do have one."

I motioned around us "Is there some kind of dress code I need to know about?"

She laughed nervously, "Umm, well it kind of depends on what gang you're in."

I blinked, "Excuse me?"

She waved it off nonchalantly, before saying, "I'll tell you at lunch. You can sit with my group."

I nodded and went into my classroom, taking a random seat. And after a few minutes, the class started filing in. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Blue. Red. Red. Red.

Seats were filling up around me but no one dared to sit with the new girl in black, which was fine with me. I like being on my own anyone.

The final bell had rang and the only seat left empty was the one beside me. An older blond pretty woman, that I assume was the teacher, had entered the room with the biggest fake smile you can ever make planted on her face. Her eyes were fearful as she took everyone in, before her eyes fell on me. I must have been a sight for sore eyes, because her fake smile instantly turned genuine as she spoke to the class of red and blue.

"Students, it appears that we have…" Her small speech was cut off by the door banging open and crashing hard into the wall. Snickers fell from all over the room as a bronzed haired…well, I'd say boy, but he was clearly a couple years older than me, man came strutting into the room.

His walk radiated dominance. His stature cool and collected. He wore a blood red shirt, black pants, gold chain that hung under his shirt, and black and gold DCs. He screamed danger to all around him, yet I saw many girls tilt their heads and sigh at his entrance. But one of the girls was not the teacher. She actually shuddered and inched away from him. Smart woman, I decided.

I watched his mouth twitch into a Cheshire smirk, before he moved to her desk and sat on the corner of it. The teacher gulped and turned her head away from him, to which he instantly caught her chin and forced her to look at him. He smiled at her and said with a click of his tongue, "Come now, Ms. Janice. You didn't actually believe, I would miss my favorite teacher's class, now did you?"

Giggles sounded and I instantly grew angry, how dare this prick pick on this poor woman. For Christ sakes, the look in her eyes now let everyone know she was ready for early retirement. But she was slowly gaining her composure.

"Mr. Cullen," she stuttered, "So nice of you to join us."

His smirk widened, "Yes, I suppose it is, isn't it Ms. Janice? Perhaps you can show me a little later how much of a pleasure I am in your class."

He let go of her chin and chuckled darkly, before his eyes made their way to me. I felt everyone's attention shift to me as he began his walk towards me. He leaned towards my face, and I had to give myself credit or not flinching away. Instead, I straightened my shoulders and glared, I don't do bullies well at all, and if he thinks he's going to bulk up to me and get the same reaction as the teacher, he had another thing coming.

"May I help you?" I asked irritated, raising an eyebrow.

Everyone gasped in shock, surprised anyone would talk to him in anything but a respectful tone.

"Yeah, who are you and what are you doing in my seat?" he asked.

So that's why the teacher looked at me the way she did. It wasn't me that was a sight for sore eyes, it was the seat I was inhabiting. It meant to her that she wouldn't be harassed today. I looked over to the teacher and realized that no help was coming from her anytime soon. So I did what I do best.

I put on my game face, and gave him an evil smirk of my own, before standing up and getting even closer to his face than he expected, "Wasn't aware there was a seating chart."

"There isn't one." Miss Janice said quietly.

I smirked, seems my act of defiance towards him, made her grow a small spine. Good.

"Great," I smiled at her and then sneered into the exotic green eyes of the bully in front of me. "Name's Teresa Erins. But I prefer Tally, and just for the record. Just in case you haven't noticed yet, I'm not afraid of you."

I sat back down in the same seat I had before. The room grew awkwardly quiet and the tension built, before the teacher spoke again.

"Ok, so any questions you'd like to ask Tally?" the teacher asked.

I sighed as hands instantly shot up.

But Reddy here didn't wait to be called on, he simply smirked and asked "What's your favorite color?"

I stared back challengingly, staring a second longer than necessary, before answering.

"Black."