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"Yo, Farmer!"

"No thanks, Malik. I'm not interested." I slammed my locker shut, tucking the outrageously large Biology book under my arm and fast walk down the hall towards my destination. Room 007, and it just so happens that my teacher's name is Mr. Bond.

Malik groaned loudly and I snorted. "Seriously Farmer! Just one date! That's all I'm asking for!"

I ignored him and entered the class, heading straight for my seat near the window. Malik followed me and plopped down next to me. "Seriously Malik, buzz off already. I'm not going on a date with you."

Malik Jones, aka Mr. Rastafari as he referred to himself, has a trouble maker reputation. He moved here from California a few years back, his mother being a native from here and his dad, who was Jamaican and Arabian descent, passed away when Malik was younger. Malik's one of the most influential people in this school, troublemaking wise, being one of the few who will willingly butt heads with Paul Lahote and mock Jacob Black for 'dating a pale-face'.

"Why you gotta be so cold to me, Mariah? I keep chasing and chasing, and yet you still say no?" Malik frowned and I scoffed.

"You can keep chasing and chasing all you want. I'll just stick to running every time." I opened my text-book and started finishing the last few questions I never got to last night. "What's the difference between meiosis and mitosis?"

Malik yawned and leaned his head on his folded arms, pulling up his grey hood. "You're really asking me a homework question? You know I never do the homework."

"And yet you keep getting A's on every test we take."

"Don't mean nothing." He shrugged.

"Doesn't mean anything." I corrected. "And yes it means something." He raised a brow in question. "Nevermind."

"Whatever."

The rest of the class piled in and Mr. Bond, who in fact is not good-looking at all (he's got that midlife-crisis look going on) arrived shortly after, hauling along with him an old movie projector. He plugged it in and looked around the room briefly before sending an attendance email, and pulling down the projector screen. "I hope you all finished your homework from last night. If not, then that's five points you'll be missing out on." He walked around and picked them up. When he reached me and Malik, he smirked. "No homework again Jones?"

Malik didn't even lift his head. "Obviously not."

Mr. Bond chuckled and moved on. "Today we'll be watching a video on how mitosis affects-"

At that point my brain had shut down and I leaned forward on the palm of my hand. The lights went out and the Glencoe Science movie began. While some were taking notes, others talked, texted, and in Malik's case, slept. I looked over to see Mr. Bond facing his computer screen. If he would have chosen Bill Nye The Science Guy then I would have paid better attention.

The morning passed slowly and I found myself entering the noisy lunchroom and heading straight for my usual table that was far away from Jacob Black as possible.

Shelby Greene squealed loudly and plopped down right next to me, reaching over and squashing me to her overly large breasticles and for a moment last night's reruns of the Dog The Bounty Hunter flashed in my mind and made me wonder if this is how Dog felt when his wife hugged him. Suffocated and extremely disoriented.

"As much as I love you Shelby, I don't love your boobs." I mumbled.

Shelby cackled loudly, catching attention from passerby's. "I just missed you so much Mariah!"

"We saw each other Friday." I pulled back and started digging into my casserole, praying to god it wouldn't get up and crawl off my tray like on Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide. And I guess Shelby would be my Cookie? I groaned as Bo Putt took a seat across from us and smiled flirtatiously at Shelby, or better yet, her personal set of Alps mounted on her chest. Most of the time I feel flat chested compared to her. And it doesn't help that she's completely clueless that Bo likes her.

"So Mariah," I looked towards Bo. "Heard Malik asked you out again."

I flicked a pea from the mystery casserole and snickered when it hit his nose. "He asks me out everyday Bo. You would have noticed if you weren't too busy staring at a certain someone's-" "Don't. Go. There." He growled out.

Shelby looked between us, looking utterly confused. "Is something the matter?"

I smiled sweetly at Bo. That's right asshat, two can play at that game. "Nope. Everything's peachy-keen, right Bo?"

He grounded his teeth together and strained to pull a tight-lipped smile that only made him look like a constipated jack-ass. "Yep. Everything's just fine."

Unless you couldn't tell already. Me and Bo never got along. It started out shortly after my mother had one of her 'episodes' and left me on my Nana's doorstep. Mrs. Putt, the stuck up wench that she is, started making smart comments about my heritage and in the 2nd grade, while waiting outside of my home room class while Nana was talking to my teacher, Bo, who sat across from me (they lined up chairs outside of the classrooms for waiting) started taunting me and then he made the comments about my mom. "Mariah's mom doesn't love her!" and "At least my mom loves me."

Let's just say he was missing his two front teeth after that and when his mother found out she was furious. Nana on the other hand, being a black belt in karate- yes you heard right- made some not so supple threats at her.

I was busy taking a bite out of my apple when Malik squeezed into the seat next to me and draped a muscled arm over my shoulders. "Fast Rider:4 is playing tonight in Port Angeles, pick you up at 6?"

"Nope." And went back to eating my apple.

Malik chuckled and stole a fry off of Bo's tray. "I'm not giving up."

"I don't care."

"Whatever you say, Farmer." He turned and looked over his shoulder and frowned. I looked at him.

"What? What are you staring at?"

Malik just frowned more and turned back towards me. "Black's shooting us dirty looks." I turned to look and he twisted me back around. "Don't bother with him, Mariah. He's probably just tryna start shit again after what I said."

"What did you say to him?" I asked sharply. Malik frowned at me, clearly confused as I was. It's no secret to him that I can't stand Black either.

"Just that it must suck to date a plain pale-face and not someone like you." He mumbled and shot a playful grin at me.

"We're not dating Malik."

"Not yet."

"Not ever."

He waved off my comment. "Yeah well let's just say he wasn't too happy about that. Thought he was gonna start a fight or something-" "You actually would be the one starting the fight-" "-"Yeah, well his steroid buddies dragged him off before that happened. Man, I thought he was having seizure with all the shaking going on."

"Black's just a sore loser." I winced when my chest started tingling and I felt guilt creep into my self-conscious since I knew that he could hear every word I said. It shouldn't bother me. I'm my own person and no douche like Black is going to force their way into my life.

"Got that right." Malik mumbled.

I jumped, startled, when I heard a loud slam and turned to see Jacob standing, well more like hunched over the table with his fist on the table. He shot me a glare full of anger and betrayal before his eyes landed on Malik.

I swallowed quickly, my throat tightening in fear as I noticed the murderous look he shot towards Malik, one full of hatred and promise of pain.

I watched as Embry and Quil reached tentatively forward to calm him while Jared tucked Kim into his side, partially shielding her in case of a phasing accident. Jacob growled and the neighboring tables around them started to slowly turn back towards their lunches. Malik moved to stand up and I reached forward and tried to pull him back down as Bo started to stand slightly too. "What the hell are you doing, Malik?" I whispered.

Malik tried shaking me off, putting on a brave face and squaring his shoulders as Jacob, now seated, continued to glare towards us, with Paul Lahote now joining in, while Jared and Kim went back to eating, and Embry shooting me warning looks to stop Malik, knowing fully well what he was trying to do. Quil just sat back tiredly with his buffed arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face. "I'm gonna give Black a piece of my mind. No one looks at me like that and get's away with it."

Jacob's glare morphed into a taunting, wicked grin. Doing his best to egg Malik on, knowing that if they fought he could easily beat Malik up, unlike that time in 9th grade, before Jacob phased, Malik kicked his ass.

"No! Hey, why don't you just sit down and calm down." Malik shot me a look as if asking, 'Are you crazy?!'

He's the crazy one here. But if I told him that, he would think I was calling him weak and that would give him more of a reason to go over there. I mean, what do you say in this situation? 'Oh hey, yeah, you can't go over there and fight Black because he turns into a wolf with fleas and his insane speed and strength could crush you like a bug. Did I forget to mention that he imprinted on me?' Yeah, that'll go over well.

"Fine." Malik sat down and sulked the rest of lunch. Bo shot me a worried glance and I shook my head.

We were walking out of the cafeteria when Shelby cleared her throat. "I think we should go up to Port Angeles this weekend."

"I agree." Bo nodded.

Malik didn't answer and I frowned. "I have to work this weekend." Shelby pouted at me.

"You work every weekend. Doesn't your boss ever give you the weekends off? I mean seriously, when was the last time we went shopping?"

"I like working weekends." I couldn't tell her that I used my job to avoid the pack. She doesn't even know, like 90% of La Push's occupants, that the legends are true. "Keeps me from being dragged around with Nana on Saturday night poker night down at the lodge."

Bo smirked. "That's understandable. What do you say we ask Sally if she wants to join us, Shelby?"

"Ass." I mumbled to Bo. He just winked and continued smirking. He knows I can't stand Sally Rouge. I honestly don't understand how half the male population in school finds the hussy attractive with her constant hair flipping and layers upon layers of cheap perfume applied, and she flashed her hickies around like they were her pride and joys.

Shelby frowned and looked down the hall towards where Sally was standing near her usual spot, the fountain near room 110. "I don't know.. Bo.. I mean, if my mom finds out I'm hanging out with someone so... indecent... as her, she'll have my headed mounted on the wall!"

"And she does drugs, or at least that's what I heard." I offered up in agreement.

Bo just looked at me and rolled his eyes. Here comes a smartass comment. "She doesn't do drugs, Mariah. Unlike your-"

"If you say anything about Sam I'll kick your ass, Putt. Go ahead try it." I hissed lowly. "I'm not in the mood today to deal with your bullshit so fuck off." I bumped shoulders with him and stocked off towards English class, ignoring Shelby's cries to wait up.

On the way there I walked past Bootlicker, who was leaning against the locker next to Embry's, both talking in low, rushed voices. Embry heard me approach and waved while Jacob just stared at me. "What the fuck are you looking at?" I spat at him. Jacob seemed to be taken aback at that and frowned. "Just stay the hell away from me Black. I don't want anything to do with you." I continued walking and stopped when I remembered something. "Oh yeah," I turned towards him again. "Tell Swan the next time she tries to face me and sticks her nose in my business again, I can't guarantee that I won't kick her ass."

Jacob glared and stalked off the opposite way. Embry just shook his head at me and walked slowly towards me, since we both have the same class next. "You really shouldn't have done that, Mariah. He's going through a tough time with Bella non-stop calling him and all."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "And that's my problem he got himself mixed up with her?"

Embry just sighed and ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head a few times to get the shaggy pieces out of his eyes. "No, I'm not saying that Mariah. He knows he imprinted on you and he still believes he has feelings for Bella. I don't know how, I mean he's not fighting the imprint, though he tried a few days ago after he imprinted. He is just trying to come to terms that he won't and can never have Bella."

"He can have Bella and her fucked up love triangle all he wants. I'm not going to deal with it." Embry said nothing, but his face said it all with his eyebrows drawn and his lips set in a thin line upon his strong jaw structure. "And I'm sorry Embry that poor Jacob Black got screwed over by his one true love, but it doesn't mean I will be a rebound wife that fate picked out for him. Fuck that." I'm not giving in to this fate shit, no matter what.