(A/N:)Okay guys Heres new and improved Chapter one I fix what I thought were the ugly parts so enjoy!
Re-Edited
Chapter One
Have you ever been left behind by the one person that means the most to you? Do you know what the reason was? I do. She has brown hair; an ex-boyfriend named Edward Cullen, and is toying with my best friend's affections. At first I was ok about it I mean she was cool and I really didn't see what she was doing at first, she was into some awesome bands and now I realize they aren't all that great, and had dark humor that now is just plain creepy. But we could both agree on something, we both liked her because she could drive.
But that changed last summer, she helped him on his car I didn't, she helped him with the Sam problem I didn't and slowly but surely I lost my best friend. I hadn't seen him in months and it's been a week since school started. Is it wrong to miss someone who you know won't miss you back?
I woke up like every day put on a shirt that has a memory tied to him, pull on my favorite jacket because he bought it for me, a pair of jeans that he liked, and my track shoes. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I was plain like every day though I did have my moments of looking close to pretty with medium dirty blonde hair, plain brown eyes covered by glasses, and braces.
I picked up my back pack and headed towards the front door. I heard my mom call for me to have a good day and I told her the same. I walked out of the door and locked it so my mom could sleep in till her night shift started and walked down the dirt road to school.
I felt a sting of pain as I took the first few steps. He would Always pick me up before I had to walk.
He was a morning person and would Always cheer me up when I was having a crappy morning.
But the time for always ended a long time ago.
I sighed as I looked up at the car starting to pass. Secretly hoping it would be him but I knew it wasn't. I looked down again and pulled my bag closer to me I had this stupid bag since the fifth grade.
The year I realized that I had a crush on Jake and the year that I wrote it down somewhere on the inside of it with black sharpie. It had been washed so many times over the years it's hard to find it anymore. But the down fall of having it since fifth grade is it's falling apart. Just like I am. It is now secured by duct tape and close pins.
I sighed. Moring pity parties were starting to get old. I looked up at the sky and frowned it was morning but cloudy. It would most likely rain. Wonderful. I heard another car coming and glanced at the driver again being disappointed.
'Jake…. Where are you?' I silently demanded. It had been a week since I had last seen him and could only make guesses to where he was, like with my naïve confession in my backpack.
He didn't get sick easily but that was still a possibility, or maybe the brunette that took him away from me came for another round of 'Mess with Jakes emotions till he's close to crying' again. She always came lonely and crying because her beloved ex-boyfriend wasn't there anymore. Or maybe he was just skipping. I shrugged it wasn't any of my business though, not anymore anyway as he had so cruelly told me over the phone a month ago when I got worried.
'I have to keep telling myself that or I'll go back into that stupid state of obsession and clinginess toward Jacob that ruined my life in the first place.' I thought bitterly.
I looked up and saw the school's totem pole up in front. I walked a bit faster so I could get some breakfast before first bell rang. I finally made it to the door and bumped into someone who was coming out I looked up with my face flushed and promptly said sorry.
His heat consumed me, his breath woke up, his eyes showed me the light and I felt brand new and whole agian.
He looked down at me and he was smiling like he was a blind man and had just seen the sky for the first time.
"It's fine."
I finally noticed that he was holding the middle of my back so I wouldn't fall. I blushed and looked down at our feet. Mine on the heel of my feet and his planted firmly into the ground. If he hadn't caught me I probably would have cracked my head open. Then I noticed I was clutching his fore arm. Was he on steroids! His bicep was bigger than my face! I blushed brighter and reluctantly nodded and pulled his shirt sleeve to stand up.
He smirked.
I left before he said anything else. Which is quite a feat since my legs were about to turn to jello. I looked up hearing faint whispers from my peers that had seen the whole interaction.
"I'm surprised he didn't rip her head off."
"Or take her to his truck and hump her brains out."
"She ran into Paul and is still standing oh-my-gosh."
I felt my eyes get big and looked back down.
'Paul…. as in Paul Lahote? Shit'.
#Lunch#
I hadn't been able to get to the cafeteria before first bell so I had to get something out of the vending machine and my stomach had been growling since third period. I sighed as I picked up a sandwich from the 'array' of food, and apple juice. I paid out and went to my old table. I saw Quil sitting there looking lonely. He and I have been friends since preschool and if Jacob hadn't been my best friend he would have. I sat in front of him and his head shot up quickly.
He grinned at me, "Hey Wenie." I smiled half-heartedly and unwrapped my sandwich. We fell into easy conversation like usual but my mind wasn't there with Quil it drifted, like in all my other classes it drifted to this morning what should have been an unimportant moment in my life was more like consuming my mind. And I felt my face flush. I found out that in fact the guy I bumped into was Paul Lahote, and I've been scared shitless ever since but a little intrigued.
But he's a player so I guess he left his impression with me… as well as every other girl in this school. But then I reminded myself;
He was famous for two things:
His dick, and his bi-polar attitude.
I saw a hand wave in front of my face. "Weeeeeeenie." Quil's voice rang out. I blinked, "Sorry Quil." I looked up at him and he was smirking.
"Been trying to get your attention for two minutes." He looked back down at his food, "Paul was staring at you by the way." If possible his smirk grew a little more mischievous and annoying. I could only imagine what my face could have looked like. Frightened I could only assume. I looked down at my lunch not daring to even see if Quil was telling the truth or not. I sighed. "Hey Quil what are you doing after school?"
He shrugged. "Probably going to walk aimlessly around town till I find something to occupy my time. Why?"
"Want to walk around aimlessly together?" He smiled and nodded.
#Eighth Period#
I've never really paid attention to my last class period or the occupants that were forced to endure it with me. It's just Study Hall anyway and I usually just listen to my I-Pod for the last forty-five minutes of school. But right as I was about to plug in my ear phones Paul walked in.
'What the Fudge?'
