Disclaimer - I do not own Twilight...still.
BPOV
Sleep did not come easily to me that night. The prospect of my impending doom date with Newton kept circling in my head. Fucking Newton. I picture us awkwardly driving through town, me looking out the window at legitimately anything to take my mind off Mike, and him itching to grab hold of my tightly clenched hand. I cringe and pull a face of disgust while moodily throwing my body to the cooler side of the bed. Why me. Why did God neglect to give me the ability to say no to pathetic boys with the personality of a fucking stick. Actually that was harsh, at least nature has some appealing qualities.
"SHIT!" I exclaim to myself the next morning, jolting out of bed with the speed of a squirrel on crack. A restless night apparently means I gain the skill of sleeping straight through a blaring alarm. 8:45am. I have 15 minutes to get to school on time. May the lord, and Mr Coombs, have mercy on my soul. I skipped on my morning shower, there is no way I'm willing to give Mr Drama Dick the pleasure of writing me a detention slip. Throwing on a pair of black jeggings, a skin tight navy blue singlet, navy converse and my leather jacket, I practically leap down the stairs 3 at a time. Breakfast was usually a necessity for me, but today I just didn't have the time. The keys to Jake were hung on a hook by the front door, exactly where I had left them and I praise Charlie for not moving them. It's raining when I step outside, of course, but it does not deter my hurried strides towards my baby. Ripping off the tarp Charlie must have covered him with, thank god for that man, I slip onto his beautiful leather seat and slam my helmet on lazy ponytail. As I rev the engine and pull onto the road, the only thing running through my head is I fucking HATE Mike Newton.
I somehow managed to get to school with 5 minutes to spare. I guess that's the plus of living in a place smaller than Newton's dick. I slide off Jake with practiced grace and thank whatever entity was listening that I couldn't see any sign of Mike. That would end badly for everybody. I made a conscious effort to search for Peter and his clan of sex-gods and goddesses, though only saw the sleek silver Volvo standing proudly, shining despite the horrible weather conditions. Sigh. Guess I'll have to wait for lunch. The realisation that I have Drama first, Drama with not only balding Mr Coombs but also Newton, made me want to punch everything I could see. Fucking awful start to my second school day at Forks High.
"...so you'll form groups of 4 and choose a script. Anything other than these ones you'll have to run by me" Mr Coombs explains, a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead. The walk from his desk to the white board was obviously a strenuous one. I snigger at my own bitchy thoughts and his gaze shifts to me immediately. "Something funny, Miss Swan?" he snarls, lifting his arms slightly to reveal the dark patches of liquid accumulated from his recent activity. "No sir" I bark back, straightening in my seat as if saluting him with my posture. His distaste for me was clear and the tension in his shoulders did not leave until the bell rung. "You've got 4 weeks to pull a performance together, get started people!" he announces as a dismissal. I roll my eyes, pissed off that not only was I in a group with the one and only Mike fucking Newton, but he decide he and I should play the loved-up couple in the play. I grumble all the way to my next class, completely put out by Newton.
Once again I am following the sea of hungry teenagers. My stomach had been protesting all through English and History, much to my embarrassment. I couldn't help the slight rush of excitement at the prospect of seeing Peter again today. Sure, he was a dickbag, but he was also mind-blowingly gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through that hair. Pushing the cafeteria doors open, probably more drastically than necessary, I stop a take in my surroundings. The line for food is long, and a tear of absolute devastation almost leaks from my eye. Taking a deep breath, I calm myself down with the idea that surely a school cafeteria wouldn't run out of food. That would be impossible. I refuse to believe that possibility. There is no way. It's then that my scalp begins prickling. Someone was watching me.
I spin to where Peter was sitting yesterday, and sure enough, there he was again. God-fucking-damn. I did not remember him being that good looking. My memory didn't do shit for his actual perfection. I noted that they were one short, a female I think, but I truly didn't care that much because at that very second, Peter slowly raised one of his hands and summoned me with one curl of his pointer finger. Well I'll be damned.
My first step towards him felt completely unintentional. Like my body was answering his call before my mind even caught up. His eyes were locked on mine and the next steps were made with more purpose. I was going to him, not because he called to me, but because I wanted to. Definitely 100% completely my choice. I continue towards him, about 3/4 of the way there, before I almost trip over a fake blonde bitch with hips that could skewer a fruit salad with ease. Well then. "Do you mind?" she snaps, flicking her limp curls over her bare shoulder, her back up Barbie's dressed in a similar fashion. A halter top always seemed a bit risky for school to me. One hard yank and your life would never be the same...that and you'd probably end up internet famous for all the wrong reasons.
"Not really" I answer, not really giving a fuck about her and her lap dogs. I really just wanted to have a sass-off with Peter. Or just talk to him. Or be near him. God why won't she let me pass? "Wasn't a question, bitch" she glares at me, taking what I assumed to be a menacing step towards me. I glance over at Peter to find him staring at the scene before him, eyebrow raised and jaw tight. God I want to lick his jaw. And his eyebrow. What is he doing to me? I just fucking creeped myself out. "Right, well if that's all, I'm just gonna be going" I say with a dismissive hand gesture to accompany my parting words. I go to walk around them but lap dog 1 shuffles in my path. A poodle, I think. I sigh heavily, not only are these twats stopping me from talking to Peter, but also stopping me from eating. Both of these actions I find necessary to my day, and the fact that I am not doing them, is royally pissing me off. The anger from my whole day comes crashing down on me, sleeping in, Mike Newton, Mr Coombs, not to mention the fucking lunch line, and I raise my eyes to Queen Bitch. "Listen to me, you cock-vulture, I have done nothing to you. This is the first time I've ever wasted my time with you and it's just as I thought it would be. Fucking unsatisfying. So if you and your little tag team wouldn't mind, I have far more important places to be" and with that, I push past the Queen and her cronies, leaving them stunned and most likely fuming.
I stop in front of Peter, looking at him expectantly. His eyes were alive with amusement and his lips were turned up into a smirk. "It seems ya pretty little mouth can produce more than I gave ya credit for ma'am" he drawls, glancing quickly at his posse that just seem amused by the entire situation. I however, was cringing on the inside. He heard me? How embarrassing. I would have come up with something better than cock-vulture if I'd known. "Don't even know her name, don't really care either, though her hips could carve a Christmas turkey more efficiently than a knife" I grumble, feeling slightly out of place and judged surrounded by such beautiful people. The laughter that erupted from the table was welcome though, and I smiled shyly. It seemed as though the whole cafeteria was tuned into what was happening now. Like no one was breathing because fuck, Peter and his crew just laughed. Call the media! No, the Police! No both! Slowly, the gorgeously muscled mammoth man calmed down enough to reach behind him and gracefully add a chair to their lunch table. He looked at me and then the chair pointedly and I mentally fainted, I think I'd just been accepted into the clan. If the look on Peter's face was anything to go by, I was a very welcome addition. Well, fuck me.
Author's note - I am an awful person. I've been kinda mad busy, but still, no excuse will do here...I am going to try and update way more regularly. Writing this chapter actually reminded me how much I love writing. I hope you guys still loved reading...Thanks xx