hey guuys I'm baaaccckkk! haha! wassup all? Hows evry1's summer going? Mine is pretty good, I've had this aweful writer's blcok thing, where I didn't really kno what was gonna happen next, you kno how that is.. anywho's i've got loads of stuff for you guys to check out lemme jjust make a list.

1. DANII'S CLOSET!-chaaaa! Basically its located in my profile, you scroll all the wayy down to the section where it says Varsity Bluees and u can look at all the cool things that Dani would where in the near future (wink, wink!) or just stuff thats in her closet :)

2. GOSSIP ACCOUNT ON FACEBOOK!- So i was in bliss watching some gossip girl and i came up with an idea. Why not do a school newspaper sort of gossip column on facebook. I have a note that's up where is just gossip about the school, school's teachers, and Danii the new girl who goes by the name of Lady D. The cool thing about this is that you can ACTUALLY SEND IN FOTOS TO ME! Send in stuff liek pics of Jacob or Embry or of crazzy teachers that remind you of Mrs. Karen! All of my wall post will be liek a special note about whats currently going on in Quileute Tribal School. Add me now!

alright, well u kno the drill. twitter me, message me, add me on FB ;p. Here's more Varsity Bluuess...

Disclaimer- i do not own twilight..lord knows what wud happen in the plot if i did ;)


Chapter 4

Shots

"If you ain't getting drunk, get the fuck out the club." -LMFAO

...

"This is some bull," Jacob grumbled as we both took to looking at the white wall across from us in the office.

I took out my toki-doki lip gloss from Sephora. Yum! Strawberry latte flavored.

I'd offer some to Jacob but he'd probably be a jerk about it and say it's an ugly color or something. The nerve…

I looked at the tube of lip gloss reminding myself how I had to special order it and twenty other items of makeup and clothing (with special thanks to my grandma's credit card…of course all of it was ordered without her knowing…) since Port Angeles has absolutely no shops worth going in.

One thing I do miss about LA is their endless amount of shopping districts. At times it may look like I could care less about my appearance, but that's after I decided what I'm going to wear, and what looks good. After that, I could give a shit less about what you think.

Mm…well this is a weird conversation to be thinking about while I'm in the office practically waiting to be suspended from school on the first day.

I know I shouldn't have attacked that guy but he was irking me, and now that I got all of my anger out, I'm gonna forget about the whole incident. I don't hold grudges, I feel like every grudge I hold damages the soul, and lord knows how the alcohol already damages my body, I don't need to spoil my soul.

"I didn't even do anything, why am I here?" He mumbled to himself again.

Maybe I'm just weird like that, mostly I think it's the inner tomboy in me. Boys don't really think about holding grudges really either, which is why this Jacob guy is really puzzling me.

I looked over at him. Wow. I didn't realize how good looking he actually really was, but that was maybe due to the fact that I was ready to hurl a chair at him.

His eyes were hardened staring at the wall, probably wondering about how much trouble he'll get in for calling me a bitch, or whether or not I'll be suspended for violence against a student, or if I was 100 percent right in the head. His hair was a bit out of place as well, a bit tussled and messy. I think I might have pulled out a patched of it. I looked down in my hand and there was section of his hair in my fist. It was really soft. For a minute I wondered if I could try and sew it into my hair as a hair extension, but then I remembered I was blonde. His lips…weren't squeezed together in a tight line and they weren't puckered together like he ate something has a unique mouth look. What I mean to say is everyone has a certain position their mouth is eternally set in. It could be they always seem like they're frowning or they always look happy or blissful. I personally always look like I'm pushing my lips out like I'm trying to be a model. His…are perfectly natural. Well…This is also a weird thing to be thinking about.

He turned and looked at me. "What are you staring at?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You forgot this." I held up a lock of hair.

His mouth dropped open. He felt around his head for the missing patch. He suddenly froze and let out an audible yelp of disbelief.

"My hair…my hair," He whispered.

I dropped the lock on his leg. "I thought you might want that back. Just in case you want to glue it on or something, I don't know."

A tall man with too many grey hairs to count walked toward Jacob and me. He looked very official and important. The very type I hate. They always wanna bug you about something.

"And what is the problem here?" He asked us. See what I mean? They're always asking questions and getting in your business. I'd just wanna say, 'Who are you? Get outta my grill!'

I looked him up and down. "Who are you? Get outta my grill!"

"That's Mr. Callahan, the school principal?" Jacob said as if it was obvious. "So stupid." He muttered.

"Oh. Well then Mr. Principal dude, it was all his fault." I sat back satisfied.

Jacob shot up. "What?"

Mr. Principal dude lifted his hands up as if he didn't want to hear it. "I really don't care who did it, because it takes two to start a fight."

"Not if one of them is noticeably out of their minds.," Jacob murmured.

I slapped him upside the head. Jacob's mouth dropped open. "This is clearly aggression!"

"This is clearly harassment!" I countered.

"Quiet!" Mr. Principal dude shouted. "The both of you have a Saturday detention."

"What?" Jacob screamed.

"Aww!" I whined.


...

Seth was waiting for me by my locker when I left the office severely pissed. How in the hell do I get a Saturday detention on the first day? At least if I got a suspension I'd be able to do something eventful with my life, like…organizing my stash, or catching up with the latest episodes of Gossip Girl. With a Saturday detention I'll just be sitting there, trying to hold myself back from assaulting Jacob with a large stapler.

Man, I need a drink.

"Hey. How was math?" He asked as I opened my locker.

"It stunk on ice!" I opened my locker with more force than necessary and accidentally hit Seth in the face, causing him to drop to the ground and shriek in pain.

"Oh god, you had to be in the way!" I put down my bag and tried to see his face but Seth kept holding his temple.

"If you'd move your hands…"

He moved his hands off of his head for a second so I could see the welt that was starting to form.

I grabbed my bag that was on the floor and ruffled through it. I grabbed my bag that was on the floor and ruffled through it. I finally grabbed a band-aid of it and handed it to Seth.

Seth looked at the band-aid with hesitance, but still took it. "Thanks? You really do have ever thing in there." Seth replied putting the band-aid awkwardly on his head.

"Everything but my bed..." I stated unpacking a few things from my bag into my locker.

"So, you wanna walk home together?" Seth asked rubbing his neck nervously.

"No," I answered putting my books in the locker. "Not unless you wanna walk twelve miles."

"Oh, I forgot you lived in Forks."

I threw in a pink feathered boa on the coat hook, and stuck a picture of Vin Diesel shirtless on my locker wall. But not before planting a kiss on his face.

Seth smiled skeptically as he iced his head. "I wouldn't think of you as Vin Diesel fan."

"Triple X (xXx) is my favorite movie." I smoothed down the picture while looking for another poster in my bag.

He stood up still holding the ice. "Yeah it's a great movie and all, but I'd take you for more of a… Pete Wentz kind of girl."

I scoffed, clearly offended. "I need a real man, a man who could do a hundred push-ups using me as the weights, a buff man. A man who's above 'sensitivity'. A man who isn't afraid to take what he wants. A man's man. Not a girly boy who wears skinny jeans he borrows from his sister." I took out a picture of Channing Tatum practically naked and hung it on the locker wall.

"But… I thought you didn't like jocks," He asked, clearly confused.

I rolled my eyes. "There's a difference. One, a man's man doesn't necessarily play sports, though he can be really into one. Two, I never said he had to be a jerk." I closed my locker. "Three, I also never said he had to be stupid. Actually stupidity and ignorance is a real turn-off for me," I explained while twirling my hair.

"No kidding," He answered sarcastically. "So, you want a guy who's really ripped, smart, doesn't have 'feminine side' but is still nice, and a guy who takes charge?"

"Is that so hard to accomplish for a guy?" I complained.

Seth snorted. "Anything else?"

I thought about it as I walked outside with Seth. "Yeah. I want a guy…who's not intimidated by me. Who's able to yell and complain about me without worrying if I'll hear him or not. Last thing I need is some 'whipped' guy."

"So basically what you want is a rock," Seth stated bluntly. He shook his head. "I still don't get it."

I walked on. "Of course you wouldn't."

We passed Jacob and his posse outside, and I resisted pulling out more of his hair. I instead opted to wave sarcastically.

"You know, Jacob really isn't that bad of a person," He tried.

"Next subject."

He sighed but complied. "So how are you gonna get home?"

"The bus. Why, did you wanna walk me to the bus stop?" I smirked.

He started to stutter for an excuse. "Well…If you got lost on the way.." Seth recovered.

"I've been to La Push before; it's not my first time using the public transportation system. But if you wanna walk the block down to the bus, be my guest."

We walked in silence for a bit, Seth asking about the whole cheerleading thing, I told him how I throttled Jacob in my Math class which sent me down to the office and I saw the sign up sheet, and decided to jot my name down on it.

"It's cool you signed up. Me and the guys will come down and watch you try out. When is it?" Seth asked.

"Tomorrow."

He wrapped an arm around me. "Never had a cheerleader as a friend."

"Who said I was your friend? This 'relationship' we have is purely sex driven. I didn't want any 'feelings' to get into this," I said bluntly.

Seth stopped in his tracks. "What?"

I smirked. "Ya. I only talked to you cause I thought you be a good fuck."

"Good to know it wasn't for my smarts or generosity, god forbid," Seth stated sarcastically.

I smiled. "Hey, I think I'm starting to wear off on you. By summer we'll have you going on a drinking binge." Oops.

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Should I ask?"

I scratched the back of my head, thinking humor was best to cover the slip up. "Psh, it was one party…"

"Uh Huh. Well you're bus is coming. Here." He pulled out a pen and paper. "This is my number. Call me when you get home."

I looked at paper, debating whether or not to crumple it. "I'll spare you the whole waiting by your phone at 2 o'clock in the morning thing, and not call you. I swear I'll forget this whole convo by the time I'll get on the bus."

He shrugged. "Well, still. Keep it handy."

I thought it over. Ehh, what the hell. "I'll do better and put it in my phone." I took out my pink Samsung phone.

"I'd better get home; my mom'll be on my case."

"Glad to know you're still connected by your umbilical cord,"I stated, waiting for the bus to slow down.

"Well you know how moms are," He reasoned.

My lips tightened into a line and my hands squeezed around my bag. "Not really."

The doors opened and I stepped inside with a quiet goodbye to Seth. Great, now why'd he have to bring that up…


I slammed the door and put my keys in my bag as I tried to escape to my room. I got halfway up the stairs before I heard my Grandma yell for me.

"Hey! Get back here, Dani!" Abuelita called.

I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

"What?" I asked slightly annoyed.

She was cooking her version of chicken tacos. The difference was there was no hard-shell, but all the white bread in the world.

"How was school?" She asked stirring the meat around the frying pan.

I shifted my weight. My stomach churned with contempt for the awful day I had. I just wanted to go upstairs to my stash and make this whole day go away.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

Abuelita turned around to study me. "That bad?"

I shrugged not really wanting to talk about it. "We having tacos?"

She got the message I intentionally changed the subject. "Yeah. I'll call you down when they're ready."

I nodded. "Cool."

I walked away and ran up the stairs to the door that had Jimi Hendrix black light poster on it. I kicked it open and slammed it shut. I always slam my door, just to make sure it closed all the way.

I put my iPod on its dock and blasted some LMFAO.

If you not drunk ladies and gentlemen

Get ready to get fucked up

I heard that. I pulled out my adias dufflebag from under my bed and upzipped it. Inside was an alcoholic's paradise. I had everything for Jagermeister to Disaronno. Not only did I have the alcohol, I also had a spare pack of cigarettes, an ash tray, shot glasses, a little stash of weed, and even a bag of mushrooms. I don't do mushrooms but I got them on a deal, and suffice to say they've kinda just been stitting in the dufflebag for a good couple of months.

I took out a cigarette, lit it, and as I took a huge drag, took out the tequila.

Patron's on the rocks and I'm ready for some shots

The women come around every time I'm pourin' shots

Their panties hit the ground every time I give 'em shots

So cups in the air everybody let's take shots

Abuelita banged on the door as I titled back my first shot. "Dani? You alright in there?"

I swallowed and poured another. "I'm fine! Really! Better than I've been all day."

I'm fucked uuuuuup!


Alrigghhttty here's my q to u-

Do you have a type of guy/girl? If so, what is your type of guy? Or if you are a guy, what's your type of girl?

I'll tell you mine ;). I love the strong quiet type. DONT ASK ME WHY! lol, but idk, there's just something so yummy bout them. And when they stare at u? idk...I get chills :)

Lol. but annywhoos, you kno the deal!

R&R

luvvv, peace, and veggie grease? - just turn veggetarian ;)