A/N: Sorry for the slow updates! I have finals this week and I had them last week, too. But after this week, I should be free for an entire week to write for you guys! After that, starting the 21st I'll be on vacation and the only internet access I'll have is on my phone. But a week after that I'll be home and I can write for the entire summer vacation.
LifeIsTooShortEatIceCream: Thank you so much for your constant reviews. :) I tried to describe them in a way how Paul felt about them, just so you know his relationship with them. It'll also help when Elisa properly meets them and talks to them. Haha, she totally is a nerd, especially a history and English nerd. Elisa loves books, which will come more into play later in the story. Her parents will also be mentioned later, because that's also part of the plot and will be revealed when her and Paul get closer (and when she doesn't want to throttle him). You're right about that! Since Darcy is Quileute (full Quileute, actually) she knows about the imprinting stuff and she knows about the wolves, which is why she's acting so sly around Elisa. Poor Elisa doesn't know a thing about it, though. Yes, I LOVE imprint stories, and I'll definitely read yours and drop a review as soon as I get a chance (which will hopefully be within the next few days).
Let me just tell you something; geometry is literally the most useless class you could ever take. I mean, there are classes like financial literacy and history and english, and those classes are fine. Those classes actually prepare you for the real world, and those are the classes that I ace.
Math? Not so much. That was why I was a senior stuck in a sophomore level class. Seriously, I suck that bad at math.
But you know what? It wouldn't be that bad if geometry was an actual life skill that I needed to learn. No, they made me take this damn class even though it wouldn't actually help me with real life.
Take this worksheet for an example. When was I ever going to need to calculate the area of a circle in my life? Yes, when I get older I'll buy a circular table and when my husband and I bring it home, I'll say to him, "Sweetie, hold on. Let me calculate the area of our door and this table just to see if it'll fit alright."
Fat chance of that shit happening, my friend. Fat chance.
This was also the class that I zoned out in the most. I'll admit that me zoning out and staring out the window wasn't exactly going to help my currently shit grade, but then again, it was kind of their fault for planting such pretty flowers right outside of the classroom. Seriously, what were those things? They sort of looked like daisies to me. Yeah, those were daisies.
"Miss Thomas."
Great, apparently I'd zoned out and missed the bell. Really, I must have broken a record by now for least responsive person. I could compete with the desks in this room. "Yes, Mr. Greengrass?"
Having Mr. Greengrass as my geometry teacher really didn't help me learn at all because he was so damn boring all the time. He didn't even try to make it fun. All he did was talk with this damn monotone voice all the time and drone on and on about proofs and volumes and stupid stuff like that.
Anyway, Mr. Greengrass was currently giving me a death glare that could freeze hell over. "You're failing my class and it's only the fifth day into the school year."
I forced myself to choke down the question of if that was a new record or not. Instead, I stayed silent, allowing him to continue. "I've arranged for you to have a tutor from one of our incredibly gifted math students."
Alright, that wasn't so bad. I'd just get tutored by someone, maybe even meet a new friend. "So who is it?"
Just then, a familiar figure walked into the room. He grinned at me, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, his entire posture screaming 'cocky little asshole' at me. I scowled. "You have got to be kidding me."
"He's one of the most gifted math students I've seen in a while, Miss Thomas." Mr. Greengrass responded, sounding offended. Dude, chill out. No need to get such a math boner for the cocky asshole over yonder. "And he'll help you boost your grade up considerably. He's even offered to teach you every single afternoon after school."
Kill me now, please.
"So, should I pick you up after school and take you to my house or are we going to your house?"
Apparently, Paul Lahote couldn't grasp when he was and wasn't wanted around someone. He had this annoying habit of sticking to my side as if he was my conjoined twin.
"I'd rather not be over your house, seeing as I'm still convinced that you may or may not be some ridiculously attractive serial killer." I snapped.
Paul smirked in response. "You think I'm ridiculously handsome?"
I scowled at him, turning and striding away from him confidently. Paul still followed me, keeping up with his annoying streak. "So, how can someone be this smart, but suck so bad at math?"
"How can someone be so good at math, but still not know how to pronounce the word 'prejudice' after nearly a decade?" I shot back.
"Feisty." Paul responded with a smirk. "Those are my favorite kind of girls."
"Prick." I snapped with a roll of my eyes, turning to face Paul. "Those are my least favorite kind of guys." With that, I turned and continued walking. He caught up with me and matched my pace easily. Curse his stupid long legs.
"Look, if this is about what happened when we were kids, I'm sorry." Paul offered. "I mean, it was like, ten years ago. Are you seriously still angry about that?"
"You made my childhood a living hell, Paul." I replied. "Do you really think I'd let it go that easily?"
"You called me Paul."
"What?" I demanded, raising an eyebrow at him.
Paul smirked, nudging my side with his elbow. "You actually used my name this time. It means you're starting to like me."
"It means that you should fuck off before I crush your face into the pavement." I snapped before walking away from him for the final time, going to my car and leaving him in the dust.
