"So on Saturday are you coming to the bonfire?" Seth asked as he helped me carry my books to trig.
"What bonfire?" I asked as we turned the corner.
"Paul didn't tell you?"
"I haven't talked to Paul since last week." I mumbled in a slightly bitter tone.
"Really?" He questioned. "That's weird, but anyway there's one this week. Everyone will be telling the legends. It'll be my first time hearing them. And all the imprints get to hear them so you should come too."
"I don't know. Aren't these things supposed to be sacred or something?"
"Yeah, and outsiders can't hear about them. But you aren't an outsider. Not anymore anyway." He said with a shrug.
"Oh." I said quietly. "I guess I could come then."
"Great." He said with a smile. "Mission accomplished."
I chuckled as he left me at the class room and ran down the hallway to get to his own class.
I walked into trig and again looked for a seat that wasn't being occupied. Luckily for me there seemed to be one in the middle next to the windows. As I started to hobble my way there something hit my head.
I looked down and saw a scrunched up paper ball on the floor.
"'Sup whore?" A chuckling voice called out at me.
My head instantly snapped in its direction. I looked into the green eyes of Zane siting in one of the desks next to a girl with short hair. The girl's dark eyes were glaring at me slightly and Zane had a smirk on his face.
"Careful." I said with a smirk of my own. "You wouldn't want this whore to break your nose again would you?"
Almost instinctively his hand reached up to his nose. "You wouldn't."
"Wanna bet?" I said as I put my book on my desk. "Today has been shitty and the doctors gave me the perfect weapon to use on douchebags like you."
"I don't mind being a douche bag I'm just glad I never got to touch you, slut." He said with a smug smile.
"Like you could have touched me in the first place, fish lips." I said starting to get even more pissed off.
"Ouch, fish lips! How mean." He said as he placed a hand over his heart. "And yet you've still hadn't denied that fact that you're slut."
"Oh sweetie I don't have to deny it. Any person with common sense would realize that, those rumors were made up by certain pair of jealous siblings." I said as I started getting closer to him.
He backed away from the girl and started to back into the wall.
"Oh please, it's not that hard to figure that Paul could get you to do anything that he wanted you to." He snapped back.
"And you're dick riding 'cause you couldn't?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
I watched as a red blush started to form across his cheeks.
"Hit the nail on the head didn't I." I said quietly. He didn't say anything just looked down.
"Tell your sister that when I see her I'm definitely coming after her." I said whispering so that only he could hear me. "And this goes to both of you. I'm not going to put up with either of you guy's shit okay? So don't try me."
I backed off and made my way to my desk while Zane stood there frozen on the wall and he stayed there until the teacher walked in.
"Mr. Reyes what are you doing here?" He questioned as Zane shook his head and ran outside.
I sighed happily as I actually enjoyed my class.
Xxx
"Miss Ross!" A voice screamed in my ear.
"Ahgghghh!" I grumbled as I opened my eyes. I looked into the angry dark eyes of my teacher as the rest of the class snickered around me.
"Was I interrupting you?" He questioned acidly.
'Well obviously!' I thought to myself.
For some reason though his face twisted in anger. "Detention Miss Ross!"
'Oh Shit!'
I smiled shyly at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."
His face didn't soften any and I knew I was in deep shit.
"I would like you to stay after class, Miss Ross." He said walking away.
"Yes, Sir." I mumbled hitting my head on the desk.
For the rest of class I sat up and paid attention as best as I could, trying to show him that I was the best possible student that I could be. It didn't seem to work. For the rest of class he just kept on glaring at me.
When the bell finally rang for class to end, I waited for all the other students to leave until I approached his desk.
"Pull up a chair." He said as he finished wiping the chalk board.
"Um, can you help me, sir?" I question. I tense slightly when he lets the eraser fall to the floor with an angry sigh. "I wouldn't ask if I could do it by myself, sir."
"You don't even know my name do you?" He snapped.
I felt my heart drop to my stomach and I blanched at the thought. To be honest I hadn't really known any of the teacher's names. For starters I hadn't been here that long when I first started and then after the 'accident' I really didn't remember.
"Um, no I'm sorry, sir." I said quietly. I hobbled over to sit down in the chair that he placed in front of his desk.
"Do you want to go to college?" He asked suddenly.
"I don't understan-"
"You don't have to understand yet jus answer the question."
"I would like too, sir."
"Do you know what one of the most important things about collage is, Miss Ross?" He asked as he leaned back.
"Studying?"
"Knowing your professors name, is probably the most important thing that you could do in collage." He spat. "It lets the teacher know that you care enough to pay attention to at least one tiny detail in their class."
"I'm sorry, sir." I said looking down suddenly feeling horrible. Yet something in my mind was telling me that this couldn't be right. Before I left wasn't my teacher for trig a woman? I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "May I ask a question, sir?"
"What?" He spit.
"You just started here didn't you, sir?"
"So what?"
"Then I'm sure that you are aware that I haven't been in class for over two months?" I asked slightly cocking my head to the side.
His face seemed to instantly soften as his eyes widened.
"So you and I both know that I couldn't possibly know your name, is that right, sir?"
He glared at me as I smirked at him.
"I think we are done here, sir." I said standing up.
He let out a sigh, "No we are not. There is still the matter of the worked that you missed while you were gone."
"Would you like it?" I asked with a smirk.
I swore I saw his eye twitch even more and I wanted to laugh out loud. Apparently he wasn't used to kids handing in work, or even making an effort to do it.
"That would be nice." He said seething.
"Here you go." I said smiling as I pulled the work out of my bag. "If there is nothing else that you need I really need to get going to study hall otherwise I'm going to be late."
"No there's nothing else." He mumbled.
"By the way what is your name, sir?"
"Students call me Mr. Stonehill."
"Okay then, by Mr. Stonehill."
As soon as I closed the door behind me. I felt like I was soaring on the inside. Two badass rants in one day. I was so on a roll.
Xxx
I sat on my bed and sighed in pleasure as I closed my eyes. Today had been much more than I had expected. I wasn't going to bother to tell my mom. She would either blow it out of proportion or not take it serious enough.
*Tink* *Tink*
My eyes snapped opened when I heard the knocking on the window. Going to the balcony, I had to bite my lip to keep a smile from spreading on my face.
Paul's handsome face stood outside the doors. "You gonna let me in?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled from the doors.
"Why should I?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "I haven't seen you in a week. It's like you ran away."
He stared at me before he started laughing at me.
"It's not funny." I said placing a hand on my hip.
"It is if you want me to think that you're mad at me."
"What does that mean?" I asked as I opened the door.
I didn't get a response, and I really don't think I needed one, especially not after his warm lips crashed on mine. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer to his body. I groaned slightly and fisted the black shirt that he had on. Which was strange considering he didn't wear clothes that often when he wasn't at school.
He pulled away from me and peppered my face with light kisses which caused me to giggle slightly. When he stopped he buried his face in my hair and breathed in deep. I sighed at his warmth when he squeezed me tighter.
"I missed you." He said softly.
"I missed you too." I responded, my voice muffled by his chest. "At first I was angry that you hadn't come to see me."
"I couldn't, I'm sorry." He said pulling away from me. His chocolate eyes were looking at me with something that looked like sorrow. "We had just been chasing that leech for so long that there was really no time, to stop and rest."
"It's fine." I said with a smile.
He kissed my forehead and I pulled him over to sit on my bed. He sat down first and pulled me between his legs. I smiled when he planted another kiss on my forehead.
"You should come to the bonfire Saturday." Paul said as he watched me pick up the remote from the side of the bed and turn on the T.V.
Even though I told Seth that I would go I still wasn't sure if I wanted to go to that sort of thing. Wasn't it supposed to be secret or something?
"I don't know Paul. It doesn't seem right." I said frowning slightly as the home shopping network popped up on screen.
"What's the big deal? Imprints are supposed to go to this sort of thing. It's a chance for you to understand what we are in another way." He said convincingly. "Besides Jacob is going to bring Bella Swan and she's not even an imprint."
"Who's Bella Swan? And why does it sound like you hate her?" I questioned looking at him skeptically. His face seemed to change as he started to talk about her.
"She's a stupid girl that keeps coming around Jacob."
"That's your issue with her?" I asked rising and eyebrow, and watched as he shook his head.
"No, we all have and issue. Jacob loves her, or at least thinks he does, but she's just playing around with him."
"How do you know that's what she's doing? She could just be confused about her feelings."
Paul snorted, "I doubt that. Her boyfriend is a leech."
I felt my eyes widened, "A vampire? Why would she want a vampire as a boyfriend? Isn't that kind of dangerous?"
"Exactly!" He said happy that I was seeing that her choices weren't exactly the best to make. "She cuts herself once and she's dead!"
"It's not Carlisle is it?" I questioned.
Paul's eyes seemed to buck before he laughed, "No it's not the doc, but it is his kid."
"Oh." I said. "Well he can't be that bad, can he?"
"What?" He questioned his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Well when you said that she was dating a vampire I thought you meant like the one that attacked me but if it's one like Carlisle he can't be all bad can he? After all, when Carlisle was taking care of me he had to spend a lot of time around blood, and he never attacked me."
"You don't get it!" He snapped. "A leech is a leech no matter what it does."
"Then should I be afraid of you?" I questioned glaring back at him.
"What?"
"If a vampire can't be anything more than what it is, can a werewolf? Wouldn't you be just as dangerous?"
He looked a little stumped, and I let my glare soften a little.
"It's understandable that you have a natural hate for them, it's in your nature. But if they are like Carlisle and are making a sincere effort to not drink blood, then they really can't be all that bad, can they?"
Paul looked at me like I had grown two heads. We stared blankly at each other for a few minutes until I broke eye contact and ended the channel search on some cartoons. Paul still seemed to be in shock, but to me it didn't really matter. It wasn't fair that the wolves got to say who was a better monster; shouldn't the vampires at least be given a chance? Especially if they are like Carlisle.
"I'm not saying that all vampires need to be given the same chance, but they've never tried to hurt you guy's right?"
Paul was quiet but he did start to run his fingers slightly through my hair. We were quiet for a while. Neither of us was really paying attention to the T.V.
"I don't understand how you could feel like that." He said quietly. "Especially after the way that leech hurt you."
"I feel like it'd be hypocritical of me to say that I can have a werewolf boyfriend but you can't have a vampire boyfriend, because of his eating habits." I said leaning my head back. "It somehow feels like, I don't know, mystical discrimination? Is that a term?"
"Boyfriend?" He asked.
'Of course that's the only thing he heard.'
"I guess." I said rolling my eyes. I started chuckling when he tightened his arms around my waist. "Better I make you my boyfriend then continue to be the school whore."
His body tensed and I knew I said the wrong thing at the wrong time.
"What are you talking about?" He questioned his voice low.
"Nothing you need to worry about it's been handled." I said looking up at him with a smile hoping that he would drop it.
As if he could read my thoughts, I watched as his eyes hesitated for a moment before his body relaxed and he leaned us further back.
"Fine." He mumbled against my hair. I smiled as we laid there for who knows how long but I did remember the last thought that ran through my head before I fell asleep.
'Today was a damn good day.'