Laurel POV

I stared ahead not really looking at anything and groaned, slamming my face on the desk. The room suddenly got quiet for a second before resuming to talk. Why had I agreed to see that kid!? UGH! What the actual fuck? Okay, Laurel, just calm down, I told myself mentally. Just go to the parking lot and tell him off. Yeah. That could work. I wanted to go surfing today anyways. If I hung out with him, I wouldn't have any time to myself before dad got back.

Lifting my head up only enough to slip my arms under, I rested my head on them and looked out the window. It looked like it was about to storm again, just like it does almost every other day in La Push.

Sighing softly, I saw out of the corner of my eye, my English teacher give me a look of sympathy. She was my favorite teacher, maybe even my favorite individual. She was pretty old, maybe sixty-something? She knew what I went through everyday and seemed to know that I wasn't exactly the happiest person on the planet. And whenever I would not pay attention in class, she wouldn't scold me. I made good enough grades anyways, so it's not like I had to really study or keep up in class.

Pursing my lips, I looked at the clock and started counting down the seconds until the final bell sounded. Once it finally did, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, planning to make my way to the parking lot quickly and tell that kid to leave me alone. Aw, crap. I forgot his name. Oh well.

Making my way out the door, I started down the long hallway and I saw that kid (maybe his name was Seth?) walking with a group of guys from my P.E. class. Almost laughing, I thought to myself, so he hangs out with upperclassmen? Shaking my head, I decided that I would just tell him in the hall since it looked like we were going to pass by each other.

I was making my way up to him where he and those guys stopped in a huge group, laughing about something, effectively blocking people. I rolled my eyes and then I saw a girl in one of my classes looking like she was about to cry. One of the school's football players, Something Peters (I forgot his first name) was cornering her into the lockers, whispering something I couldn't hear.

Okay, so I probably should've ignored the two, but this girl, Kim, was really nice. To everyone that I knew of. So I let my temper get the best of me, of course and stomped towards them. She was actually crying now and my heart went out to her. On the way over to her, I saw Seth and that group holding one of the guys in particular back. He looked extremely angry. I shook off the distinction of it and cut in between Kim and Peters. Everything immediately went silent in the busy hallway and I knew that everyone was staring at us.

Kim was basically whimpering behind me and that just fueled my anger even more. Still admittedly a little curious about the group of boys, I looked over slightly to see that all of them were shocked too. Even the guy that looked like he was about to kill someone looked more surprised than angry now. Seth... well, how could I put this to where you'll understand? He looked like he was nervous, surprised, proud, and like he was about to strangle Peters at the same time.

Focusing on the footballer again, I glared at him to which he just smirked. "Get the fuck out of my face before I shove my foot up your ass, Peters." Oh yeah, that wiped the smirk off his face and everyone's mouths dropped. Even Kim ceased her crying for a millisecond.

"Excuse me?" he laughed getting even closer to me, our chests brushing. And I swore I heard a low growl in the quiet hall.

"You heard me," I grit out, "Back. The fuck. Off." With that last word, I shoved him away from me and quickly grabbed Kim's hand before dragging her behind me. And as a side note, I usually don't swear unless I'm hysterical or pissed off. Right now, I'm just plain pissed off.

I heard Kim sniffling behind me, fist to face action going on, and loud cheering from behind me, but tht didn't stop me from storming into the girls' bathroom with Kim in tow. Letting her go, I didn't even look at her and just tapped the low counter top. "Sit down," I ordered and she instantly listened, hopping up on it with one jump. Digging through my bag, I found a couple of tissues and my makeup bag.

Stepping in front of her, I raised my arms to wipe away the running mascara and light makeup the girl was wearing. She had stopped crying thankfully, but had the hiccups now.

"Thanks," she muttered as I wiped off all the makeup.

"You don't need to thank me," I replied, albeit a little coldly. She nodded as I took out some eye shadow, powdery concealer and mascara. It's not that she looked horrible, but I felt bad for the girl and thought that I could do this to make her feel a bit better.

She was silent as I applied the eye makeup but started talking again when I started to cover up her red nose and cheeks. "It must be nice... to look the way you do, I mean." She sounded.. almost jealous? I don't know.

"Not really," I replied absentmindedly.

She laughed. "It's not nice to be beautiful? So beautiful that you can make any guy fall in love with you? It's sure sounds nice to me," she finished a little shyly.

"Being beautiful is lonely," I looked at her for a split second, wetting my lips. "It gets lonely meeting people who don't really care who you actually are your whole life."

She looked at me curiously and I sighed. "I've never met a single guy or girl that has gotten to know me." I laughed dryly all of a sudden. "You, know," I continued going back to her makeup again, "I used to date this guy who didn't know a single thing about me. One time, he even forgot my name and had to ask me."

"That's horrible," she put in and I shook my head.

"It's my fault to have trusted a guy like that," I smiled at her sadly. He was the only guy I had ever dated and I wish that I could forget everything I had done for him.

"I don't think that's true," she said with a small smile. I shrugged, not facing her anymore and put my makeup up in my bag. Throwing the tissues away, I slung my bag back on my shoulder in preparation to leave.

"I hope you like it," I gestured to her face and she looked around at the mirror to see herself. Gasping she leaned closer to inspect herself.

"Wow, I actually look... pretty," she finished after contemplating the word, "You can't even see the blemishes! Thank you!" she exclaimed, hopping off and bringing me into a hug. I awkwardly patted her back and nodded.

Before I could answer however, the door to the bathroom was ripped open.

"Kim, are you alright!?" I watched as a boy walked into the girls' bathroom along with other boys. I recognized them all as that group of guys and Seth, who was currently smiling at me like a... I don't know what like.

Not even bothering to say anything, I pushed past a few guys and walked out. So much for surfing, I thought, disappointed. I just got out the entrance to the school when an extremely harm hand wrapped itself around my arm gently. Jumping a little, I turned around and followed the hand, arm, and neck up to face and saw Seth. Raising an eyebrow questioningly, I stared at him for an explanation.

"We were going to hang out," he said, sounding as if he was explaining why the sky is blue.

"Look, Seth, I'm really not in the mood right now," I sighed and I swear it looked like he was about to cry.

"Oh. Well, I guess we can hang out later?"

"No."

"Talk tomorrow?"

"No."

"Can I at least walk you home?"

"No," I said exasperately. And that's when it suddenly started to rain. No, actually, pour is better word for it.

"Come on, please? I have an umbrella."

I sighed.


Ooh, so Laurel has a few skeletons in the closet? Haha, never mind I already know the answer to that ;)
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