Kristin stared at her new school schedule. She only had three classes with Stephanie so for the other three she was on her own. She walked down the hall, trying not to look like she was having a teenage mid-life crisis. She might as well have a sign that read 'Fresh Meat' on her back. Everyone was looking at her and whispering. Ignoring them, Kristin turned the corner and to her surprise was smacked by a door swinging straight into her face.
Seeing stars from the blow, Kristin landed on her behind, her backpack and books flying everywhere. Well, wasn't this clichéd and horrible? Kristin could hear someone fuming above her about how she should watch where she's going. Her eyes traveled up so she could see the stranger's face. Maybe being knocked on your ass wasn't so bad when the person who did it was this hot. He was tall, incredibly tall, and tan. His body was muscular and Kristin could clearly see the muscles of his shoulders underneath the grey tee-shirt he was wearing. He looked so angry but the moment their eyes met his face softened. Immediately, he extended his hand.
"S-Sorry about that." He said. He looked flustered for some reason.
Kristin wiped her hands on her ripped jeans, "No problem. You shouldn't throw doors open like that anyway."
Gathering her things, Kristin tried to ignore the guy staring at her with those big brown puppy eyes. She picked up her feet and walked faster down the hall; noting the guy was following her.
"Hey," he said, catching her shoulder, "I'm Paul by the way."
"I'm Kristin, nice to meet you."
He continued to stare and breath like there wasn't enough oxygen on the planet to sustain him.
"You okay?" Kristin asked. If he was going to pass out she wanted fair warning.
Paul steadied himself, "Yeah, so you're new?"
"How could you tell?" Kristin said sarcastically.
"You have a tan." Paul stated bluntly.
"Thank you?"
"I like it."
"Well, that's nice." Kristin said, "So you go here too."
Paul grinned, "Not exactly."
"How can you not exactly go to a school?" Kristin asked, noticing Paul was giving some of the male students death glares. Oh great, she met the school psycho.
This was going to be a wonderful start to a wonderful day.
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(Across the hall...)
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"Class, this is our exchange student Stephanie Brown. I hope you'll all give her a warm welcome to Forks." Mr. Molina said, "Is there anything you'd like to say to the class Stephanie?"
Stephanie looked at the bored faces of the teenagers forced to sit through biology. She shrugged, "Nope."
Well she could've spouted her entire life story and how much she loved Jared Padalecki, or how every thought in her mind seemed to revolve around food and what book she was going to read next. Yes, this wouldn't be the thing to say in a room full of kids who looked like being in class was giving them terminal cancer. Mr. Molina pointed out her seat and Stephanie shuffled to her lab table, trying not to drag the toe of her black Converse on the ground. Her lab partner, however, looked less than thrilled to see her.
"Hi…I'm Stephanie." She began but quickly shut her mouth when she saw the glare he was giving her.
If looks could kill…
He was good-looking, she'd give him that. With a lanky muscular frame, that she imagined gave him graceful movements. His skin was pale as freshly fallen snow and she could see dark shadows under his eyes. She smiled to herself when she saw his unruly mop of copper colored hair. It seemed to temper the harshness of his skin and give him a youthful air. Now his eyes on the other hand, those were just downright scary. All Stephanie could see were black pits to hell. Instantly she was reminded of demons. He scowled at her and didn't reply.
Stephanie cleared her throat, "I'm new…so that's good I guess. What's your name?"
No reply.
"Well fuck you too, chuckles." Stephanie said under her breath, flipping her book open to the appropriate page.
He was giving her this look like she smelled like a trash bag full of old soup and Chinese food. What a jerk. Stephanie pretended not to be hurt as she stared at the same word on the page. The first person she met and they thought they were too good to talk to her.
Maybe he was a racist?
Wow, way to pull the race card on the first day, Stephanie thought, why don't you just go around shouting 'it's because I'm black isn't it!'
The kid practically ran out of class when the bell rang. Stephanie hung around for a few minutes before sneaking out the back door to the cafeteria. She spotted Kristin getting her lunch tray and followed her lead. They found a table near the windows, one that had a good view of the cafeteria but still hid them from everyone else.
"So…" Kristin looked down at her quesadilla, "how has it been so far?"
Stephanie stabbed her fork into her chicken burger viciously, "Some dick in biology gave me the cold shoulder."
"He a racist?"
"That's what I thought!"
Kristin chewed for a moment, "Well forget him. There are plenty of fish in this pond."
"Oh but I don't there are any fish like him." Stephanie confessed, "He's gorgeous. Not, 'make you look twice' gorgeous, but 'slam on your breaks and possibly kill someone' gorgeous. He belongs on America's Next Top Model: Hot Guy Edition."
Kristin laughed, "Sounds like the guy I met today. Dude, he was smoking hot. Toned, tan, fit and ready personified."
"Easy Snoop," Stephanie said, "so what's his name?"
"Paul."
Stephanie pursed her lips, "Just Paul?"
"Yeah," Kristin said, "he ran off before I could ask. Something about a friend in need."
Stephanie's eyes glowered as she focused on the people sitting close to their table, "That's him. That's the guy who was a dick to me."
Kristin threw her hair in the direction of the guy, "Oh so that's the infamous 'dick-man'?"
"Be serious."
"Always."
Kristin was beginning to see what all the fuss was about. He was statuesque and pale as marble. His hair was tousled and copper in color and his body was lanky but muscular. Now that she noticed, all the teens at that particular table were…different looking. One was large and muscled, with dark hair and dimples in his cheeks that made him appear childlike. Kristin could easily see him on the football team. The other male was taller and leaner, but still intimidating. He had honey blonde hair and looked petrified of the world around him.
And the girls! They could put any model to shame. They were beautiful in a classic sort of way. The first was blonde, built, and looked like she'd been modeling since she came out of the womb. Her hair was flaxen blonde and waved past her shoulders. Her pale features were angular but not severe. The next girl reminded Kristin and Stephanie of a ballet dancer. She was tiny, almost like a sprite or pixie, and had choppy black hair sticking in every direction. But despite how exquisite they were Stephanie noted the student body kept their distance from them.
"So are they the plastics of this school?" Stephanie asked, mostly to herself.
Kristin smiled, "Hey, he's staring at you."
"Who?"
"The one you hate…dick-man."
Stephanie glanced over her shoulder. Indeed, he was staring openly at her like she was something to eat at a buffet.
She rolled her eyes, "Well he can suck it. He was mean."
Kristin couldn't help but grin, "Whatever."
