MICHELLE'S POV

First day of school. Joy. I had never had good experiences with school, but I didn't have friends then. Kim, Seth, Jared, Jacob, Embry, Quil, Collin, Brady and Paul were going to be joining me. They were all Juniors except for Seth, who was a sophomore, and who Paul had flunked out of school the previous year, but he was joining again. I had a feeling I had something to do with it.

"I have nothing to wear!" I growled, kicking the wall.

Paul sat on my bed, looking amused.

"You have so many clothes in your closet!" he laughed.

"But they're all too bi- they don't fit," I muttered.

"Maybe if you oh I don't know ate more, you wouldn't have this problem," he hinted sarcastically.

"Yeah maybe," I growled.

I settled on a white sundress with a pink sweater. After a quick breakfast of Honey Nut Cheerios, we were walking to the high school right down the street.

"So what's high school like here?" I asked Paul.

"Hell," he snorted.

"Well that's reassuring," I said sarcastically.

"Just stick with us and you'll do fine," he said.

I smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" I hissed when we were in the parking lot.

"Because you're the new kid," answered Kim, coming up next to me, "By the way, all the guys that are wo- that we hang out with kind of have a reputation."

"What do you mean?"

"They're like the La Push gang," Kim giggled.

"So now everyone thinks I'm in a gang," I muttered, "Great."

"Don't worry about it. If anything, they'll just be more intimidated by you," said Kim.

I looked at my schedule. I had homeroom with Seth first. Seth grabbed my arm and led me to room 14 with Mrs. Mann. I took a seat next to him and looked around. This school was smaller than the one I went to in Alabama. All of the guys were staring at Seth.

"Why are they looking at you?" I whispered to him.

Seth snorted, "They're looking at you silly."

I raised my eyebrows. Guys never looked at me. At least not in my old school. Oh right! I used to be the fat weird girl. Now I was the skinny, pretty new girl! I looked at the guys, but none of them looked attractive to me. I noticed every imperfection. Why are you comparing them to Paul! I sighed in frustration and looked back to Seth.

"What do you have next?"

"Uh, Biology," he said.

"Me too!"

"What do you have after?" he said.

"English," I grumbled.

"Regular or Honors?"

"Honors," I loved English.

"You'll be with Paul!" he said.

I immediately perked up, "How? He's a senior."

"Apparently he never attended an English class," mused Seth.

"He would," I said, shaking my head.

Seth laughed.

"Then what?" I asked.

"Health," he told me.

"Me too!"

"I think Paul and Embry are in that class, too."

We compared schedules. The only other thing we had together was gym, which apparently all of the guys had together. Biology seemed like a joke. The teacher stammered most of the time and the only thing she could remember was to hand out text books. Seth and I sat in the back, laughing the entire time. I met Paul for English, delighted to have him sitting next to me. A lot of the other guys looked at Paul fearfully.

"Did you beat anyone up last year?" I asked as a freshman skidded past us.

"Uh, one or two," he mumbled.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah," he answered sheepishly.

"How many, Paul?"

"Eight or nine," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Nice Paul," I growled.

"I'm sorry."

I sighed but gave him a smile. Paul walked me to health after English and we all sat in the back. I couldn't help but notice all the girls that stared at them when they walked by. I suddenly wondered how many girlfriends Paul had had in the past. I contemplated asking him while we walked to health. Class began and the teacher droned on about the importance of eating right. I got bored and started doodling on my notebook.

"You should listen to this," whispered Paul.

"Shut up," I muttered, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Just saying," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and finished my sketch of a dog until the bell rang. Next I had Algebra with nobody. I sighed and took a seat. There were these two bitchy looking girls who sneered at me the minute I walked in. I knew how intimidating they could be and I was not going back down that dark road. Instead, I was the bigger person and shot them a smile before sitting down. Class went by quickly and Paul met me outside of the room as soon as the bell rang. We walked to lunch and sat down with the rest of the "La Push Gang."

"Eat," Paul said, taking out my lunch for me.

I shot him daggers like I usually did when he said that but bit into the sandwich.

"Happy?" I asked, my mouth full of food.

"Quite actually."

I rolled my eyes and took another bite.

"So what do you have after this?" Kim asked me.

"Honors History with Mr. Pug."

"Me, too!" said Embry.

We all looked at him wondering why he was in a Freshman class, "I was never good with dates," he muttered and we all cracked up.

"Paul!" shrieked a nasally voice from behind us and Paul cringed.

"Why haven't you called me back!"

"Shit shit shit shit shit," mumbled Paul, banging his head on the table, "Hey Casey!" he said when the girl came over. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her boobs were bigger than her face. Stereotypical cheerleader slut.

"Don't you hey Casey me! I've been calling you for a month and you haven't called me back!" she yelled.

Everyone at the table was watching with agitated looks on their faces. They're gazes kept switching from Casey, to Paul, to me.

"I've been… uh busy," he muttered.

"Too busy to call your girlfriend?"

Like is so far? Review please! I've never done this kind of story where everythings all sad and stuff, so tell me how I'm doing:)