I woke up to Jake pounding down my door. "GET READY! IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!" I groaned and fell out of the bed to the floor, dragging myself to the door to unlock it. "You look like crap." He informed me when I opened the door. I glared then slammed the door shut and started looking for some clothes I love in my bag. Again, I must go shopping. I found a black Flyleaf shirt with some plain old blue jeans. Perfect. I brushed my hair, teeth, and did everything else to make sure I looked half way okay. Then I slipped on black converse. I was ready to go.
Jake was ready at the door. "Not much of a morning person, huh?" I glared grouchily and rubbed my eyes in response. "Okay…"
"Let's get this first day of school crap over with." I growled, stalking out the door with my grey messenger bag; it had stickers and badges all over it.
He rolled his eyes and followed me, herding me to his car. I blinked at him, trying to figure out why he was so proud of it. I wasn't much of a car person, truthfully. "What?" I asked him. "It's just a car…"
"WHAT! IT'S MORE THAN THAT!" He shrieked, oddly like a girl. I just got in the car, letting him rant like a small child. I eventually started banging my head against the seat until he ran around to get in, still rambling. He saw my expression and decided to change the subject. "You know, we have a small school. The high school and middle school are combined." I nodded. I went to one like this once in Tennessee. "Are you even a little excited? Nervous? Any emotion at all?"
I thought about it. "Yes," I decided. "Sleepiness." He chuckled. "When will we finally get there?"
He shrugged, driving slowly to protect his 'baby'. "What, did you name this thing?" I asked. I pretended to get excited. "Is it a boy or a girl? What's its name? Or do you just call it baby?"
He growled, "You're dead when we get to school." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious. And yes, I named her Carry." I burst out laughing. He couldn't do any better than that, really? I was going to name mine Speedy.
It was silent until we got there. Then, I saw the gang all hanging out, and when he was parking perfectly (so he wouldn't scratch his Carry), I bolted for them. "HE'S OUT TO GET ME!" I screamed, hiding behind Seth.
"Why?" He asked. I laughed and rubbed the back of my head.
"I may have kind made fun of Carry." I answered. They all gave me a WTH look. "Um, he named his car, Carry." They all started laughing and a few took it to the extreme.
"CARRY HAS A DENT!" Paul yelled, gasping in mock horror. Sure enough, Jake swirled and inspected the car. We all laughed, but I was still hidden behind Seth. "Oh crap." Paul muttered when Jake stalked over near us.
"I'll kill you later. Right now, I have to kill Kat." He said, royally serious. What torture am I going to get? No one spoke. "I'll kill you all."
Embry squeaked, "She's behind Seth…" I reached out and punched him. Hard. Crap. I held my hand gently, hissing to make a distraction. As every was paying attention to my 'injured' hand, I bolted to the office, where adults would save me, hopefully. I made it there (barely). I almost fell when I stumbled over a rock, looking back to see Jake running too. Naturally, he grabbed my other hand. I was holding onto the door with one hand, and jerked free the other. Now I was free!... Not.
He grabbed my legs and I grabbed on with both hands to the door. I was yowling like a cat while he was grunting like a dog. Sure enough, an adult came running to the door. He looked mad. "What is going on here?"
"I made fun of his car and now he's attacking me." I said, still holding on. Jake didn't let go either.
The mean guy snarled, "Both of you are in trouble! I would have you in detention…but the teacher doesn't need that. I know you, Jacob Black," He said, as if Jake's name was a curse. "But who are you, girl?"
I put my hands on my hips. "It's Katie Black, not girl." He glared and I matched it.
"Well, Katie Black, you have a warning." He then ran off. I calmly glared at Jacob, trying to get him to let go of my legs.
"Dude. Let go of my legs!" I eventually yelled. Naturally, people looked at us. I met their curious eyes one by one until they all looked away, whispering. "Let. Go." He did so and I went to get my schedule. I hate it.
1st: English with Mr. Turbyfill
2nd: Science with Mrs. Lents
3rd: Reading with Mr. Marks
Lunch
4th: Social Studies with Mr. Carpe
5th: Gym with Mr. Bowling
6th: Math with Mrs. Miller
The schedule was okay. I just hated school, really. At least Seth is awful, and failed two years, so we're together. Ironic, huh? I always end up with him. But do I mind it?
No. That's what scares me. Normally, I'd tell guys to back off. The gang's awesome, not like most guys, but Seth is even nicer. He's always friendly and open, wondering if I'm okay. When I looked back from running with Jake, I met his concerned eyes first. He smiled slightly at me, and then I had to turn around so I wouldn't fall. Do I like him, like him? No, I can't! We barely know each other. It's just not right…yet. But we could get to know each other and then…
Stop it! I'm not some little girly girl, me! I don't do crushes. Until now, that is. I'll just have to ignore it, then.
I ended up trying to find my locker, since I was ordered to promptly go find it. I also had to put books in it that they gave me. But just as I finally closed my locker, one of those cocky guys sauntered up, cornering me against the locker with his arms. I was trapped now. I glared cruelly at him. "Don't be like that, Sugar." He cooed, gently stroking my hair. "We're all good, baby."
I grabbed his wrist, digging my nails in. "The only baby I see here is you, fool." I growled coldly. "Now leave me alone and go find a prostitute or something."
He shoved me against the locker roughly. "You're her now, got that?"
I looked him in the eye and said, "**** no!" He started crushing me against the locker, digging his fingers into my shoulder. I gritted my teeth and cursed under my breath.
"Yes, you are." He replied. Then it happened. Whenever I get an intense rush of emotion, I start speaking my first language: Spanish. I learned it from the Arizona home, where we only spoke it.
"Ir morir en un agujero! Tengo un poco de respeto sí! No puedo creer que te atreves a pensar eso! Te lo juro, me daré una patada en el culo!" I snarled, speaking quickly in anger. He stared at me confused. I rolled my eyes. "Don't speak Spanish, huh?"
He laughed. "Figures. Now when you," He whispered very inappropriate things in my ear. I flinched and kicked his shin, hard as possible. He yelped and grabbed it. "Time to learn a lesson!"
He punched me. That guy punched me, in the face, hard, and now he must die. I looked him dead in the eye for a split second then attacked him, punching and slapping and scratching and biting every chance I got. Finally he managed to pin me down by my shoulders, with his knee digging into my leg. I winced and growled at him. Then I did something I don't do much. I kicked in the balls as hard as possible. He fell over, face flushed and twisted in hate and pain. "Don't fight a girl who's lived on the streets. We know what to do." I snapped, standing with my foot on his stomach.
I decided to go clean up. I checked myself out in the school mirror in the bathroom. I had a black eye; some bruises, a most likely sprained ankle, and cuts on me from being slammed against my old rusty locker. I didn't look good, at least. My hair and clothes were messed up too. My arms were battered the worst. Then I fished my blue hoodie out of my bag, slipping it on before quietly slipping out to get my books so I could show up to first period. I had to walk with a slight limp.
I bumped into Seth in the hall. He gasped and immediantly began dragging me down to the nurse, growling, "Who did this? I'll kick their ***!" I rolled my eyes.
"You should've seen the other guy." I remarked, shrugging. He suddenly cut off, knocking on a random class door. I decided to lean against him for support; I didn't want to put pressure on my ankle.
"Can Jacob Black come out here for a few minutes please?" He asked. Oh my gosh, major overreaction, Seth! "It concerns his sister." Immediantly a chair was scraped and I heard the teacher's approval. Seth carefully helped me lean on him without hurting any of my bruises.
"Seth, it's nothing. I've gotten worse." I said. "You're overacting."
He looked me dead in the eye and said, "So you wouldn't do the same for me?"
I began stuttering and blushing before rubbing my head awkwardly and whispering, "Yes." He grinned happily at me before remembering Jacob. "Now let's get going."
Jake came quickly, staring me down in shock. "What the **** happened to you, Kat?" He demanded, shaking. I flinched a little, and muttered it very quietly. "What?"
"I got in a fight with some idiot, okay?" I finally said a bit too loud. The teacher looked at us before looking away. "Now can we go sit down or something? My ankle's killing me." They nodded and Seth halfway carried me to the nurse's office, a small yellow room.
"Oh dear, what happened?" She asked, looking for things in her cabinet.
"Yes. The whole story." Jacob added.
I sighed and began. "I was at my locker putting my stuff away when this guy comes up and starts touching me saying I was his now. I shoved him away and he trapped me against the locker. We said some insults, and then finally he hit me. I attacked him in self defense and we both got pretty roughed up." Seth and Jake were both shaking now. I shifted uncomfortably. "I still don't know his name, and he doesn't know mine." The nurse commented on his appearance. "Um, he had black hair and blue eyes. He was barely taller than me and he has bite marks all over him now."
"I know who you're talking about." She spoke on the intercom and then the devil himself walked into the room.
"Go die in a hole! I have some self respect! I can't believe you'd dare to think that! I swear, I'll kick your butt!"
Yeah. Sorry, I had too much going on yesterday to update. Well, better go, there's a major storm here now and I need this laptop, so I better get off. Thank you, reviewers!
And to make up for yesterday, it was like twice as long today.