Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. I don't. I own Micha and this plot.
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I was sitting at lunch the next day when Seth Clearwater walked over. We'd been spending more time together since he started hanging out with Jacob, Paul, Jared, Sam, and Embry.
''Hey, Micha,'' he smiled as he sat down.
At fourteen years old, Seth was the cutest eigthgrader I knew. We where the same age, and I knew that pretty soon girls would be all over him.
''Hey, Seth,'' I smiled.
''You look nice today,'' he said, casually taking a bite of one of the ten slices of pepperoni pizza that occuped his tray.
I wasn't used to had stop noticing much sbout me when Isabella came on the scene. Even when I cutmy hair so that it was no longer waist length, but shoulder length with bangs. But Seth just complimented me, and I was only wearing a denim mini, white off the shoulder t-shirt that said HEY BUDDY, MY EYES ARE UP HERE on the front and on the back, and black leggings and converses. My hair was in soft waves, and I had on lip gloss.
''Um thanks, Seth,'' I blushed before going back to my half-eaten salad.
''I'm surprised you're so cool about the whole Jacob thing,'' he said, drinking his chocolate milk.
''Yeah, but life always throws you a curve ball. Sometimes you just gotta catch it with a smile,'' I say, referring to Jacob's injuries.
''You know, most girls wouldn't be so easy about this,'' he said, a curious look on his face.
''Well, people get hurt everyday,'' I say nonchalantly.
''But still, I admire you for the fact that you can look at him the same way,'' Seth said.
''Seth, he'll be out of his cast in like, what two or three weeks?''
''No I mean the fact that he kissed Bella Swan...,'' Seth trailed off.
What. The. Hell?
