Disclaimer- Nope, still not her.

Chapter 9- I'm not a tease, I'm just a reminder of what you can't have

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I've had my fair share of detentions over the years.

Yes, I know you're shocked.

As you may or may not have noticed, I have a slight tendency to get into a few confrontations with my fellow classmates.

None of which are my fault, of course, but I generally have a hard time convincing the administrative staff of La push High of that.

It's for this reason that the whole detention thing isn't new to me. Because I've grown so accustomed to the routine detention isn't really any sort of a big deal anymore. I mean you go in, pick a chair, get started on your homework and wait till the teacher chaperoning releases you.

It's not exactly torture.

Detention is actually kind of nice, really. I mean, sure, I'd rather be at home. But by the time I leave I already have all my homework done and it's usually fairly quite and peaceful in the room.

Now while I don't despise detention by any means, I certainly never looked that glad to be here. Definitely not as glad as him, anyway.

I can't say for certain that he was going to get in trouble for grinning like that but it has to at least be frowned upon.

I mean, come on. This is supposed to be a punishment. They're not going to be happy if you look like you're enjoying it.

Anywho, I walked hesitantly through the door for what I suspected was about to be the longest hour of my life (doesn't take any physic powers to see that one coming).

I walked into the room they were using for detention this week, to find Jared sitting rail straight in his seat and anxiously watching the door as if he expected a long line of his dead relatives to come marching threw it at any moment.

When he saw me, his whole face lit up like cheap string off Christmas lights.

So, I guess, that it wasn't the relatives he was waiting for. It was me.

Goody.

"Hey, Kim!" Jared waved at me excitedly, as if I could somehow miss his six foot seven two hundred and fifty pound form sitting in the seat closest to the door.

I ignored him and made my way to the other side of the room, carefully picking out the seat farthest away from the overanxious popular boy I would be sharing the room with.

I tried not to watch for Jared's reaction but I saw anyway.

Hey, give me a break. It was just the two of us in the room, so far. What else was I supposed to look at.

Jared frowned for a moment before grabbing his stuff and pushing his chair back with a screech.

Oh, please don't let him be doing what I think he's doing. Please, please, please….

Damn it.

Jared walked quickly across the empty classroom and pulled out the chair on the desk closest to me.

The bastard.

Unfortunately, before I could get up and move as far away from him as the space would allow Mr. Maddox strolled in with a stack of papers wedged under his elbow and in order to avoid looking like we were playing some sort of retarded game of musical chairs I was forced to stay where I was.

"Ok," Mr. Maddox claimed the empty teachers desk at the front of the room, spilling all of his things out onto it, before turning back to us, " You're supposed to be using this time to think about whatever it is you did that got you landed in here for the next hour. Personally, I don't see any reason why you can't do this while reading or doing homework. So just find something to keep you busy and keep quite till this is all over."

I nodded at Mr. Maddox, mostly because I felt he deserved some sort of recognition for showing up (regardless of whether or not you're getting paid to be here, it still sucks. And since there's no computer he can't even play minesweeper. Poor man.) and he certainly wasn't going to get it from Jared seeing as he didn't even take a break in staring at me to acknowledge Mr. Maddox.

I pulled out my chemistry book and opened up to the page dealing with the conversions, Mr. Maddox pulled out a big official looking red pen and began to grade papers, and… Jared continued to gape at me like we were in a strip club and I had just taken my top off to start the pole dance.

Yep, defiantly going to be one of the longest hours of my existence. But hopefully if I just focus on my work he'll get tired of staring and fall asleep or something.

I'm sure I'm just being overly dramatic. We'll probably be out of here before I know it.

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It was around five hours later that I realized that for some reason the clock was insisting on lying to me and telling me that only ten minutes had passed.

Stupid cheap school clock.

It was also around this time that a piece of folded up paper found it's way onto my desk.

I debated briefly with the notation that perhaps the school ceiling was raining paper, the option that I most hoped was true, before forcing myself to come back to reality.

And in reality a certain annoying, overly muscled young man was the one that put it there.

Well, now what? Should I ignore it? Throw it away?

But even as my mind quickly ran through all these options I already knew what I would do. Regardless of whether or not I wanted to have any sort of communication going on with Jared (and I can assure you, I very much do not) I did want to know what exactly was written on the sheet of folded line paper now sitting innocuously at the corner of my desk.

Hey, you never know. Maybe he's writing me to tell me he's going to stop annoying the crap out of me now. It could happen.

So eventually the curious side of my brain won out.

Damn you, curiosity.

I jerked my hand out and unfolded the paper before I could change my mind.

Hey. I think we got thing's started on the wrong foot. Maybe we should start over. I'm Jared.

You got to be kidding me.

The bastard wants to start over? I'm thinking it's just a little to late for that. Especially considering he can't even be bothered to remember why I seem to hate his guts.

I picked up my pen and stabbed it towards the paper a little overzealously, accidentally poking a hole into it. I took a minute to calm myself , in order to resist the temptation to throw my pen across the room, before writing back.

Well, not so much across the room as at Jared…..and not so much my pen, as a stapler.

There's no need for us to start over, because that would imply that we are starting at all, which we most definitely are not. Now, leave me alone before I throw a stapler at you.

I didn't bother to fold the paper before chucking it onto Jared's desk. I did so very obviously and slowly, hoping that Mr. Maddox would see it and confiscate it before Jared has any more opportunities to try and converse with me.

Unfortunately, this did me no good. By this time Mr. Maddox had already started to snore lightly in his chair.

I turned back to my chemistry homework and tried to go on ignoring Jared. Despite this I heard him pick up his pen and start to write a response apparently not at all perturbed my threat.

Damn it. When threats of violence with office supplies won't help you, what will?

The little piece of paper landed on my desk once again, neatly folded into a perfect square. Normally by now I would just be ignoring him but it was too late. He had already tore my focus away from my bookwork and I was almost shamefully curious to read what he had written in response.

A stapler, huh? That's an odd choice of weapon if you ask me, but who am I to judge?

What? Is he trying to be witty now? And don't think I didn't notice that he completely ignored the first part of my note.

I could just as easily use the three hole punch over on the teachers desk, if you would find that to be more satisfactory.

Jared snorted while he read my response and put his own pen to the paper again, before placing it carefully back on my desk.

Gee, that doesn't really work for me either. Can't you pick something a little more, oh I don't know, soft? How about that eraser for the white board over there?

I quickly jotted down my response and chucked it roughly onto his desk, causing it to almost fall off the side and having to scramble after it.

He smirked as he read what I had written down, If it was light that would completely defeat the point of my throwing it at you, now wouldn't it?

His pen scratched lightly over the surface of the paper again before sending it back over my way. Once again, I noticed that he set the page down very carefully in front of me as if myself and everything around me was liable to crumble at a touch to rough.

Point taken. Do you want to get something to eat after this?

He did not just ask me out. Had he lost his damn mind?

I decided to ask him so.

Are you crazy? Generally when your average girl threatens to harm you using school supplies she doesn't mean it as an indication that you should ask her out.

This time I closely watched Jared's face while he read what I had written, watching for any signs of dementia.

Whatever drugs he's taking must be pretty strong to have a high that lasts all through the school day and detention.

He placed the paper in front of me again, watching me with his usual in awe expression while I read what he had wrote.

For some reason nothing about you strikes me as being 'the average girl'. So that's a 'no' to going out, then?

I scoffed loudly, a noise that caused Mr. Maddox to stir slightly in his chair before his snores picked up again, before sending the paper sailing back over to Jared desk where he caught it in one hand.

Show off.

That's a hell no.

Jared frowned at the paper before picking up his pen. But before he could write out a response Mr. Maddox came to, snorting and mumbling to himself in the small computer chair before straightening himself and looking around wildly as he regained his bearings.

"Oh, well that's plenty of time to reflect on your actions if you ask me." Mr. Maddox stated to shuffle his papers into a neat stack and straightened his time, "I trust that you both have thought seriously about the behavior that landed you in here and have learned your lessons. You all can go now."

I smiled sweetly at Mr. Maddox as I shut my chemistry book closed with a loud snap and shoved it roughly into my bag. Beside me Jared unfolded his large frame from behind the desk and straightened up, his back cracking loudly. I thought I heard him mumble something that sounded oddly like, 'Damn, human form' before turning to face me. Time to get my ears checked again, I guess.

Jared neatly folded up the paper that we had used for our illegal note passing activities and shoved it into his front pocket.

That boy is damn weird.

"Is someone giving you a ride?" Jared asked, with a pathetically hopeful expression on his face.

"That's really none of your business." I answered as I stepped around him towards the door that Mr. Maddox had already left through.

Jared ignored me, "Well, I could give you a ride if nobody is coming for you."

"I'm just fine walking, thanks." I replied.

"You shouldn't walk alone. It's dangerous." Jared looked so serous while he said this that I was forced to laugh.

"Dangerous? In La Push? Oh, yeah. What's going to happen? Is a giant web of moss going to attack me?"

He frowned at me but I just opened the door and stepped out of the classroom before he could try to stop me again. I hate guys who think I'm some pathetic little wimp who needs to be protected.

I think it should be painfully obvious by now that I'm neither pathetic nor little.

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While I walked along the path next to the woods that lead the way to my home I could here ruffling in the bushes next to me. I shook off the feeling of being watched and tried to let go of any lingering paranoia.

When I opened the door to my house and stepped inside I heard a wolf howl somewhere in the trees of the forest. But this, of course, is nothing unusual. We're known for our particularly large mutant strain of wolves here.

Must be something in the water.

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A/N- Sorry if this chapter is shorter than the others but my profile was acting up and wouldn't let me update. I'll try to get the next chapter up more quickly and hopefully it'll be better because I didn't much care for this one.

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