Chester's chocolate eyes glared at every guy that passed. Jasmine sighed; he really was the older protective brother type. He was the one that demanded she carry a taser, handgun, three cans of pepper spray, and a three inch long pocket knife. The two entered the office only to see one of the most horrid looking people that ever graced the planet Earth.

She was short and almost perfectly round with pasty white skin. Her make-up was caked on in bright colors. The woman's hair was a rusted red with grey stripes in it and was pulled too tightly on top of her head, making her skin on her face be pulled back and she had black beady eyes, yet it wasn't her physical appearance but her outfit that scared them. The top was silver, and sleeveless, that reflected every color of the rainbow right into Jasmine and Chester's eyes. She wore six, big beaded necklaces all bright, hot pink. What was worse was the fact she was wearing bright glow-in-the-dark pumps and a skirt that seemed to be made of black, white, and blue feathers.

Chester bowed his head and coughed to cover up a laughter fit. Jasmine bit the inside of her cheek, harshly, in order to stop herself from laughing or crying, whichever came first. The woman arched a large bushy eyebrow. Chester snorted, and so did Jasmine at this simple movement. After taking a deep breath to calm herself, Jasmine spoke.

"We're the new students. Sorry we couldn't give you our names but we were in a bit of a rush. My name is Charlie Cheryl and this is my cousin Karl Shane." She said, forcing out a smile to make it seem like she was having the time of her life. The toad like woman smiled back with rotted yellow lemonish teeth.

"Oh it's fine! Lovely to meet you! Here are your slips and schedules. Be sure to get them signed and back to me by the end of the day!" Both Chester and Jasmine flinched at her voice. It was like cat claws on a chalk board. With forced smiles, the two quickly grabbed their papers and rushed out.

"Dear God, what a weirdo!" Chester yelled once out of ear shot from the office. Jasmine laughed as he rubbed one of his ears and used his free hand to look at his paper. "What the hell-in-winter is up with these classes? AP English, AP Calculus, Bio-Chemistry, at least there's lunch, ancient history, gym, and AP Spanish!" Chester rambled, gaining the stares of the La Push High student body.

"That would be my schedule," Jasmine said taking the paper and handing Chester his. "And this is yours." At that moment two Native American teens passed them that could pass as twins, though one seemed to talk non-stop. This, of course, went unnoticed by Jasmine and Chester as he left out a relieved sigh.

"Thank God Almighty! Okay, now I have Geometry, British Literature, Chemistry, lunch, U.S. studies, gym, and...AP Spanish." His voice fell at the end, then his chocolate eyes lit up. "Wait! You're in that class! You can do my homework!" Jasmine glared at him. Just because she was half Hispanic did NOT mean she'd help Chester out with Spanish.

"No, you can fail." She said, walking away with a smile not seeing the crestfallen look on Chester's face. Once stopping at her locker, and having extreme trouble opening it, Jasmine was able to go to AP English. At her side was a large tan bag like purse, which was filled with Chester's demanded protection gear along with her cell. The Hispanic family princess let out a sigh at the start of a normal day in this death trap.

It was before lunch that Jasmine went to meet up with Chester and she was waiting outside the cafeteria like he said to do. Her head whipped around at hearing a body being slammed into lockers. Two wanna-be-gangsters were hovering over Chester as blood fell from the newbie's lower lip. Jasmine's anger flared, no one messed with Chester but the family members and even then it was all in good humor. She walked between them, arms crossed as she glared venomously at the two twig like teens.

"What are you doing?" Chester hissed, whipping the blood away from his lip only to have more replace it.

"Saving your ass," Jasmine whispered before facing the two Twig Boys, as she so dubbed them. "I suggest you leave him alone or I'll cut off your manhood's, even though I'm not sure you have them, meaning you'll never be able to pass your AIDs onto another girl." She said with an innocent smile on her face but an air of violence around her. The Twig Boy with cheesy sideburns laughed, now dubbed Ugly Sideburn Twig Boy.

"If you are anything like this boy I'll bet you'll be easy to take down." He said letting his putrid breath kill any micro-organisms in the air. Jasmine felt Chester open her purse and reach for the handgun. Quickly, she turned and grabbed his wrist, glaring at him. Before Jasmine could speak someone else did.

"What's going on here?" The deep voice was clearly male with a demanding tone, but behind it was a carefree grin that Jasmine could just hear in his voice. She turned to tell him that it was none of his business but froze seeing the beautiful copper skin tone of the Quileute people. He towered over them all at six foot seven with well toned muscles under that god-like skin. His shaggy black hair fell in waves past his chin and his eyes was what pinned her in place.

They looked like pools of melted, warm, dark chocolate that seemed to pierce right into her. Those same eyes reflected her eyes back at her and thousands of emotions flashed behind those pools of dark chocolate. And it was the emotions that scared her.

This little action didn't go unnoticed by Chester, and he didn't like the way this stranger was looking at the princess he swore to protect. She was pulled out of her trance as Chester grabbed her wrist and pulled her away as two younger Native Americans joined the first, the wanna-be-gangsters fleeing at the sight of them.

"What a freak! I swear princess, if he even thinks about looking at you again I won't hesitate to go back to jail." He said causing Jasmine to laugh at his protectiveness of her. She risked a glance back at the three boys, only to see the taller being dragged off by the other two and he seemed to be shaking. Chester let go of her wrist as they entered the cafeteria, clearly not liking how the day was going. He frowned as they stood in line to get their food.

"So Karl, why were those punks trying to beat you up?" Jasmine asked, wanting a good reason on why she should hurt them.

"No idea Charlie. All they did was come up to me and said 'You're the new kid, so we have to put you in your place.' Next thing I know I'm trying to get out of there with a busted lip when you popped up." He paused and glared down at Jasmine. "You could have gotten hurt. Then the mafia, your dad, and David would kill me! Getting beat up on the first day, it's like joining the mafia all over again." Chester finished in a lower tone as they grabbed a slice of pizza each before finding a table for themselves, away from everyone else.

"I remember that day. Hey! Why don't we skip gym?" Jasmine asked, trying to cheer her friend up and it worked.

"Yeah!" Chester said, and then frowned as someone entered the room. "You still have your pocket knife?"

"Yes Mr. Overprotective Newbie, why?" Jasmine asked confused on why he was glaring over her shoulder.

"I'm going to carve that Native American's eyes out. He's been watching you since he got here three minutes ago." Chester said a slight growl to his voice. That's when Jasmine, not so secretly, turned in her seat and sure enough the tallest one was watching her. His eyes seemed to light up at seeing her looking at him. Jasmine turned to face Chester and said,

"He's weird."

Instead of just skipping gym like Jasmine and Chester had planned, Jasmine skipped every class after lunch let out. The bell rang and the band room door opened causing Jasmine to look at a very pissed off Chester.

"You have no idea how fucking worried I was about you Jaz! You could have been killed, kidnapped, raped, or a mix of the three!" He yelled, panic bright in his eyes and laced in his voice. Jasmine rolled her blue, almost purple, eyes and sighed at him.

"You could have skipped to find me, and when you did you could have slept." She said with a smile, knowing that sleep was very tempting to her friend. Chester whined then lay down next to her feet. Jasmine raised a fine eyebrow while looking down at him.

"Can we skip Spanish?" He asked, eyelids already falling over his chocolate brown eyes. Even though he couldn't see it she nodded, there was no point in school if you were in the family.

The last bell of the day rang loud and clear to the ears of the student body. Jasmine made up signatures of the teachers they didn't go to as Chester left to get the Jaguar warmed up. After turning them in, and then fleeing from the woman, she made her way outside. Chester waved her over with a smile while leaning on the Jaguar. As Jasmine made her way over to him she felt eyes burning holes in the back of her head. She turned seeing the three Native Americans. The younger two were clearly messing around, pushing each other and laughing, but the larger one was watching her closely, almost protectively.

As soon as Jasmine made it to Chester his whole body started to shake, like a violent earthquake was ragging war inside his body. In a split second he was gone leaving his two buddies with looks of fear and worry written on their faces. Jasmine slid into the passenger and Chester got in on the driver's side.

"What's wrong Jaz?" He asked after shutting the door and seeing her confused face. She looked at Chester then pointed to where the Native Americans were just moments ago. They must have gone after their friend. Jasmine thought.

"Those boys are stranger than the looks the family gets when we go out for pizza." She said, earning a laugh from Chester.

"Table for one hundred and twenty-seven please!" He sang getting a snort of laughter from Jasmine. "You sound like a pig." He continued as he pulled out of the high school parking lot and onto the rainy road back home.