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A/N- Thank you to those special few who reviewed. I love you all with a passion that is actually quite weird in a lot of ways. As to the rest of you….I can update rather slowly when I have the mind to. Yes, that is a threat. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Chapter 2: Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.

"If a choice were given him between suffering death and living his early years over again, who would not shudder and choose death?"-Augustine

"Coffee."

"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine."

"Coffee."

You'd think that after fifteen years of being friends with somebody they would understand that you simply can't indulge in frivolous greetings and conversation until you've had your coffee. *Sigh* I hate morning people. I really do.

"Here." Ally thrust a large cup of steaming hot elixir of the gods under my nose dressed in a takeout container from the corner stop and shop.

I murmured something that might have been a thank you at her. To be honest I didn't even really know. The coffee had already touched my tongue and that had effectively turned off all of my thought process. Is there anything, I ask you, in this world better than coffee? I think not. I haven't really gotten around to having sex yet but there's no way it could beat this. I don't care what anybody says.

I wonder how much trouble it would be to have this golden goodness, also known as coffee, administered to me intravenously daily.

After downing half the cup I once again became aware of my surroundings. Ally was humming quietly to herself while she pulled out of my driveway. Tiffany was starting in on what was probably her second soda of the morning and Sara was reading the nutrition facts on the back of a box of powdered donuts. Ooh, donuts.

"Hey, give me one of those if all you're going to do is stare at it." I reached to my left where Sara was sitting and grabbed the box out of her hands.

This was our regular seating schedule. Sara and I in the back seat, Tiffany in the front passenger seat and Ally driving. Tiffany always gets to ride shot gun because technically the car belongs to her. She has two majorly guilt ridden parents who spend about eighty percent of their time working and gave this car to her as compensation under the disguise of a sixteenth birthday present. The only problem is that Tiffany never did learn how to drive although she does have a license. She says the only reason she passed is because she wore a short skirt and flirted with the instructor. Knowing Tiffany this isn't at all hard to believe.

"Oh, give me one!" Tiff twisted around in her seat and grabbed a donut out of the box for herself and another one to hand to Ally.

Sara sighed and grabbed the box out of my hands, "We really shouldn't be eating these. Do you have any idea how many calories there are in one donut." She didn't wait for us to answer. By now we all learned to just ignore her junk food inspired rants that always came before she gave in and ate whatever it was she was ranting about. "Two-hundred and fifty calories! For just one little donut. It's really not worth it. Besides, I'm on a diet."

Sara had been on diets for as long as I could remember. Usually brought on by the urging of her mother. If you ask me she wouldn't be so uncomfortable with her weight if her mother would just stop calling her fat and trying to shove lettuce down her throat. Up until three years ago Sara used to go to fat camp every summer while her mother told everyone it was girl scout camp. Before high school started Sara threatened to tell everyone in town that she had been going to fat camp if her mother tried to make her go again.. Worked like a charm. Mrs. Burnheart, Sara's mother, is always going on and on about the importance of 'image'.

'You don't need to go on a diet." I mumbled through my second mouthful of donut. It turns out there is something better than coffee. That something, my friends, is called coffee and donuts.

"Yes, I do! Look at me, I'm so fat." Sara reached down to pinch a role of flesh on her stomach.

"You're not fat!" Tiffany and I rang out at the same time. This we were also used to expecting from Sara.

Sara opened her mouth to dispute this, probably with another declaration of her fatness, but Ally interrupted her from the drivers seat.

"We're here!" Ally called cheerfully while pulling into an empty space towards the back of the school parking lot.

Everything about Ally has always been done in a cheerful and motherly type of way. She's the oldest of six kids and has the whole momma thing down pat. She's usually the one who gets stuck babysitting every night and does the cleaning and cooking at her house. Ally's mother died a few years back so she has to help out her dad a lot around the house since he owns his own law practice and is busy most of the time.

La' Push high is actually an old rundown courthouse. The elder tribal members used to convene here until it was turned into a high school some fifty years back. Since then a lot of additions have been made to make it larger and easier to separate into classrooms. As a result the school came out to have a very odd shape. Kind of like an octopus. The old courthouse in the middle with long extensions reaching out from it in different areas. Inside the middle is the office, gym, cafeteria and library. The classrooms lie in the extensions with lockers lining the already narrow hallways.

Here at La' Push high we have a staggering student body of one hundred and seventy five students and fifteen faculty members. The basketball coach is also the football coach, geometry teacher and even the librarian on Tuesdays. Our basketball team has five members and has never actually played a game that I'm aware of. Same goes for the football team. They're less like teams and more like clubs really.

Some would say that this makes the school cozy. I personally think it makes the school hell-like. But that's just me.

Because of it's small size everybody at the school knows everybody else's business, gossip can travel roughly as fast as the speed of light, the unpopular are well known through out the school so it's easier to mock them, and the same goes for the popular only minus the mocking. This way everyone can worship and fear them without any confusion as to who the popular are. Convenient, huh?

'Ok, well I'm off you all. Toodles!" Tiffany waggled her fingers in a parting signal and made her way over to a group of boys leaning up against the gym wall. That girl makes flirting an art-form.

"Same for me. I have to turn in that extra credit Mrs. Harper gave me before class starts. See you guys at lunch." Ally turned and ran off in the direction of the math and sciences building.

Sara sighed, "Well, I have to go get my stuff out of my locker and considering that's so far it's more or less in Forks I better get a move on. Bye." She dashed off to the Arts and Music hall where her locker was, leaving me standing in front of the school all alone with students milling in all around me.

Normally I wouldn't mind this at all but just as all of them rounded out of sight Shandra's voice reached my ears, bringing up roughly the same reaction that dogs have to those special whistles. Oh, joy. Just what I like to start my mornings off with: Coffee and evil. Perfect.

"Looking lonely there, Amazon. Where did your fellow losers run off to?"

Hey, I never did say she was witty.

I turned to face the parking lot where her voice had carried from, already fairly certain as to what I'd find. I wasn't disappointed. Shandra stood with a proud look on her face and Jared standing to her left. Jared wore the standard guy uniform of jeans and a black t-shirt while Shandra was wearing a barely there white tank top and a hot pink leather mini-skirt. How she doesn't freeze is beyond me.

If Shandra is speaking that means Amy isn't with her. Amy wouldn't dare let her little lap dog speak. Judging by the fact that Sean was also missing I took a guess that they were somewhere making out.

This in and of itself is pretty odd because to the best of my knowledge Amy wants Jared. As does Shandra so it's rare that Amy would leave the two of them alone together even if not leaving them alone would mean missing out on some quality make out time with her fall back boy toy.

"I'm not the only one looking a little lonely. Where's your master, Fido? Busy up-chucking her breakfast I assume?"

Shandra shifted her weight from foot to foot looking angry and a little confused. Probably about the Fido comment. If Lindsay Lohan or Ashton Kutcher isn't in it chances are her crowd haven't seen it. Luckily the bell sounded from the building behind us saving her from the embarrassment of having to come up with a comeback. Chances are she'll have one ready by lunch. So, instead, she just casted a disdainful look my way and shoved past me…or she tried to anyway. As previously mentioned I'm quite sturdy so when she tried to do the patented shoulder shove she ended up stumbling back and almost falling over.

Needless to say this was hilarious. Apparently Jared thought so to if the way he laughed out loud while helping her stand straight was any indication. Jackass. I guess he's not even nice to the people he actually likes. In fact I seem to recall him being nicer to me when he was just pretending to like me.

Then again, I suppose that's what made him such a good actor at the time.

A/N (number one)- I'm sorry this chapter was so short but I really just needed to lay some ground work and explain the characters a little before I can start getting to the juicy stuff. I'm also sorry that so far there hasn't been very much Jared action or even any Jared lines. I'm working on it but every time I try to make him speak I get total brain freeze and can't come up with anything for him to say. I'll make it up to you though. Believe me, you can expect plenty of juice. You'll be leaking for days, there's so much juiciness.

A/N (number two) - Just so you guys know I survive off of reviews so if you don't review I'll die. And if I die who's going to update your precious story then? Hmmm?

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