Disclaimer: I don't (never have, never will) own the Twilight series, i'm just borrowing the wonderful charcter Ms. Meyer created.

Chapter 3

There was only one person in the cosy little office. A skinny and severe looking old lady. I had never understood why people who obviously hated children chose to work in a career that so unavoidably involved them. She continued to bustle around, stacking the towering piles of paper continually higher. I cleared my throat quietly. She continued on, pretending I wasn't there.

Finally, I had had enough, "Excuse me." I said in a polite tone.

Grudgingly she turned to look, or rather glared at me. "Yes?" she inquired in a high and what I thought evil voice.

"I'm new" I thought that was all that needed to be said but she just continued to look at me as if waiting for an explanation.

"I was wondering if I could get my schedule and everything else?" I asked briskly, now somewhat annoyed at the woman.

She just nodded and searched through the mountains of paper work. Sometime later she arrived back and pushed the paper into my hands and snapped

"Have all your teachers sign this,"

She then turned her back on me and went on doing whatever she had been doing before I came.

I scanned my schedule then looked at my map more closely. I decided to find the lawn area. I still had plenty of time before classes. Once I ambled my way all over the school I found it. I sat on one of the few dry seats and figured out where my classes were. Fifteen minutes later people started to show up and then staring began. I tried to ignore the looks and muttering but it was already starting to get to me and it had only been five minutes. Most of the student body were clearly Quileute. No hope of being invisible when I'm surrounded by russet skinned, black haired people and you have pale skin, waist-length ebony hair, which made me look even paler and deep blue eyes. My eyes were the only thing I liked about my appearance.

So, naturally I was followed by stares and murmured curiosities. Ignoring it to the best of my abilities I found my locker and after battling with the stubborn lock I yanked it open and filled it with my possessions.

Glancing at my watch I saw there wasn't much until class started so I meandered over to a bench near my next class and just waited. Sure, I looked weird but I was already being stared at.

Did I care if I looked like a freak? Let's think.... no.

The shrill bell went off so I shrugged myself off the bench and through the door. My schedule told me that my first class was with a woman called Ms. Sherwood. I looked up and saw a young and from first glance, nice looking teacher. I quietly cleared my throat. She glanced up.

"Um, I'm new." I mumbled, praying she wasn't as evil as the office lady.

She smiled "Alexandra Fletchely?"

"Yes."

"Right well here's the reading list," passing it to me briskly.

"Go take a seat up the back while you can" she suggested.

I smiled meekly and went to claim a seat away from the ever-following eyes.

Students started to form in, five or so minutes after the bell rang. They all stared and whispered amongst themselves and I carefully read through the list of books. Some things were familiar, others not.

An extremely petite, blonde girl plopped herself down next to me. There were plenty of other seats. I cringed; this meant she possibly wanted to have a conversation.

"Hey, you must be the new girl." She had a bright, perky voice. A bubbly blonde, great.

"Hi." I replied in a soft voice.

"What's your name?" she inquired. I could feel a series of questions coming on.

"Alex" I answered "what's yours?"

"Sasha" she replied with a grimace "if I get asked if I was a star in the 'Bratz Doll' movies once more I will hit them. Seriously, you think that would have gotten old but somehow it still amuses people." She shook her head, exasperated.

I smiled sympathetically.

The teacher called the class to order after that so we couldn't continue our little conversation. I didn't mind Sasha though. As much as I hated meeting new people, I picked a conversation over the whispering. It was a tough call though.

When class ended Sasha asked if she could quickly see my schedule.

"Cool, we have Algebra and French together" she commented "and lunch!" she added enthusiastically. I smiled and murmured a farewell before rushing off to my next class.

The rest of my classes went on as expected. I would have hated my Chemistry teacher regardless but he was just evil, making me introduce myself and sat me in the middle of the room where everyone could stare as much as they liked. Apparently he had a "seating plan" which was something I hadn't come across since elementary school. He also wanted to sit me somewhere where he could see me (the centre of the room, oh so convenient for staring) so he could remember who I was. Whatever. Finally, the bell rang which meant, hopefully the Alex Freak show would end for a while.

I followed a stream of students to the cafeteria where Sasha was waiting for me.

"Hey!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, "how were the rest of your classes?"

"Um, pretty good." No need to talk of the staring "I hate my chemistry teacher"

"Mace?" she guessed.

"Yeah," I looked up "Do you have him?"

"No, he's just a dick" she said matter-of-factly.

I laughed.

We walked to the line. Decisions, decisions. What shall I eat from the array of meat...? Maybe a soda?

Sasha looked at me. "You not feeling well or something?"

"No, I'm fine. It's just I'm vegetarian."I explained quickly hoping she wouldn't ask the oh-so predictable questions. Where do you get the protein? If I had a dollar for every time I'd been asked that...

"Oh, yeah you might have a problem with that around here." She said frowning. "You could talk to the principal about salads or something?"

"It's cool; I can just bring lunch from home."I smiled.

"Kay"

She guided me to a mostly filled up table. There were three guys and three girls already sitting there.

Two looked like they were Quileute, possible related. The others were of a pale complexion with varying eye and hair colours.

"Hey guys, this is Alex." She said with a grin.

I stood there awkwardly, waiting for the introduction that was bound to follow.

"Alex, this is Tom and that's Mitch," indicating two tall guys, the one named tom, with brown floppy hair and brown eyes and Mitch had pale blonde hair and light blue eyes.

"These two are Alison and Sam," pointing to the obviously Quileute siblings "and the two bubbly blondes over there are Nikki and Rochelle." How ironic I thought wryly.

They greeted me with varying degrees of enthusiasm. But they all seemed nice enough.

Light chatter continued, I stayed quite mostly, just taking in the people around me. One group in particular caught my attention for three reasons. They were huge, the noisiest table in here and lastly made up of six extremely good looking guys. They were all Quileute, tall and hard muscled. Mitch followed my stare and laughed. "I see you've noticed the Quileute Gang,"

Gang? "You guys have a gang?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, those guys" he repeated.

"Oh my god, Jacob is so hot!" Rochelle enthused.

I gave her a questioning look and she smiled "oh, he's the one with longer hair. The three guys laughing are Jared, Quil and Seth. The one poking Paul, the one with the pissed off expression on his face, is Embry."

At the mention of this Paul, everyone, including Rochelle scowled.

"He has some serious issues," Tom ground out through his teeth.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Nikki piped up "Yeah, I haven't seen him smile since he disappeared for all that time." She glanced at me "Came back all buff and huge, like the rest of them. He was always an asshole but now he's got that pissed off expression on his face constantly." She looked kind of hurt and upset, as did the rest of the girls. The guys looked seriously mad and were scowling at the table. I noticed Alison seemed to be on the verge of tears and Sam looked almost murderous. It was odd and kind of scary.

I watched the gang for a while. Paul never lost that expression and ended up punching the one called Embry when he continued to poke him. A mini battle ensued, which Paul won.

I looked away after that, listening and sometimes contributing to the conversation. The bell signifying the end of lunch rang and we all reluctantly rose from our seats and set off to class.

I had Art with Sam so we trudged off. I wasn't really concentrating on where I was going, or the conversation I was having so when I crashed into a hot, hard wall I was a little surprised. I fell to the floor, shocked.

"Hey! Watch it" a severely pissed off voice snarled at me.

Of all people to crash into it would be him.

"You just knocked her over! Apologise." Sam commanded and I admired him for having the guts.

Sam was pretty tall, by normal standards. But Paul would make mince meat of him.

"What?" was all Paul said.

"You heard me! Apologise, jerk!"Sam snarled back, pissed off.

I waited for Sam to join me on the floor but all he did was push past Sam and stalk off.

Sam bent down "Are you okay?"

I got up. "Yeah I'm fine. What a jerk." I said, shocked that someone could be so mean.

"That's Paul for you." He muttered "You'd think he'd feel bad about knocking a girl to the floor but no" I had a feeling he wasn't talking to me anymore so I let him rant to himself for a while.

Art passed slowly. I hated art, I had absolutely no talent for it and the teacher was the effing Nazi of Art. I quickly made enemies with her for coming in late.

Finally the bell rang. I farewelled Sam and made my way to the car. Nate was waiting for me there. We got in the car without a word. Casual conversation followed.

It had been a long day with both good and bad occurring. But Paul's eyes stayed with me until I slipped into unconsciousness that night.

AN: Hi guys. This one's a bit longer and it even has Paul in it! For a bit... and he's a jerk but whatever. he starred in this chapter. Thanks for the people who have put this fan fic as a favourite or have story alerted it! And a big thank you to the people who reviewed!