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Chapter 2 Stalk much?

Jacob ditched every chemistry class thereafter and I wondered if it had anything to do with me. Maybe he recognized my name and finally figured out who I was in junior high. I needed to apologize, if anything, for my own peace of mind. But chemistry class was the only time he was alone and the idea of being surrounded by the three stooges again terrified me.

I walked out of chemistry to use the ladies room on Monday a week later. I spotted him stepping out of the mens room.

"Hi." I quickly glanced behind him before the door shut. "You alone?"

"Unlike you girls, guys are capable of emptying their bladders without a team of supporters. What do you want?" he spoke curtly.

I swallowed hard. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"Sure, you're the chemistry book girl. B-something."

"It's Bella. I meant from Carl Levenson Junior High."

"Nope. I knew way too many girls to remember one."

Knew? "You invited me to your big party when you turned thirteen," I reminded him.

"Again, lots of girls. Could you be more specific?" His tone became playful deflating most of my fear.

"I did something awful to you. I might even have hurt your feelings."

"I doubt that," he laughed. "Junior high girls barely left a mark. Way too many girls doing stuff, writing, saying stuff. The girls all blended together in my memory. No particular one stands out."

I became frustrated. "I don't look familiar to you at all?" My voice went up an octave. All this time I was plagued with the guilt of not opening that door or telling him I was sorry and he thought nothing of it. He didn't care.

"Maybe if you just told me what you did," he offered.

"No . . . it's embarrassing. That's why I wanted to apologize."

The bell rang to mark the end of class. High schoolers filed out of the many doors along the hall. Jacob, or should I say Volcano, disappeared among them.

It seemed utterly unfair. Jacob wasn't just my first kiss, he was my ideal. His kiss was what I compared all those that followed. They were rated as greater than or less than, and there weren't many that were greater than, though I barely remembered the kiss itself. It was more of the emotion. Young Jacob's kisses made me feel special and grown up. They sent tingles down my spine and made my toes curl. But the actual feeling of his lips against mine, that was lost.

Well if Jacob, or whatever he wanted to be called, didn't remember me, then he wouldn't be completely opposed to another kiss. This way I could remember what was so great about it and maybe I could let him go.

The only way I could think of to get him to kiss me, a real "mean it" kiss, was if we were on a date. But to get that, he would have to like me.

On the days that followed, I realized I would need to grab his attention when in fact he ignored me.

"Girls, I need your help. You know Jacob Black?" I asked.

"You mean Volcano?" Rose claimed.

"Right. He likes to be called that," I acknowledged.

"What about him?" Angela asked.

"I want to go out with him," I answered.

"ARE YOU NUTS?" Asia screamed. "That guy is bad news. He thrives on trouble. He's in my trigonometry class. He stole the teacher's notes so she couldn't teach the class."

"I thought there wasn't any proof?" Angela murmured.

"There wasn't, but the smirk on his face said he was guilty," Asia accused.

"I don't care. I just need one date. Are you going to help or not?"

"I guess so, but what for?" Rose questioned.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Kay. I don't see what the problem is. You usually have no trouble getting dates," Rose commented.

"Yeah," I mumbled, "but this is different. He is different."

"Well most guys ask out girls they are familiar with, so maybe you should be around him. Interact. Tell him hello as you see him," she advised.

"Rose I think showing up wherever he is, is called stalking. Who dates a stalker?" Asia uttered.

"A juvenile delinquent," Angela answered. She turned to me. "Which is exactly what Volcano is." I thought about it. I wasn't going to take it to stalker level, but saying hello around school didn't sound so bad.

I walked out of the cafeteria and headed to the lawn where he hung out.

"Hello Volcano," I waved with a smile as I saw him.

He turned to my voice and gazed curiously then turned back to his friends.

The rest of the week I seemed to conveniently be around. My knees shook every time he came down the hallway with the others, but I locked them in place and used my most seductive voice. He never voiced a response in return.

"Hey Volcano," the tall thug spoke, "what is up with that chick?"

"I don't know. She's such a freaking tease."

A tease? He got it all wrong. After that, I left the salutations out. I just went about pretending he wasn't there, but I was still "stalking."

By Friday I had given up. If Jacob wasn't interested, it would be his loss. I was exiting the school when I literally bumped into him purely by accident.

"Watch it!" he yelled. "Oh it's you." His voice came out rough. His book bag had fallen and his things spread across the floor.

"I'm sorry. My mind was somewhere else." I bent down to help him gather his stuff.

"Maybe you should focus on keeping it on this planet, Princess."

Principal Geene stepped right up to us. "I hope this doesn't belong to you, Mr. Black." He was dangling the Swiss Army Knife in front of us. "Because this is a serious offense, mister. This means suspension maybe even expulsion." We both stood up.

"No," I stuttered. "It's actually mine." I had no idea why I had just said that.

"Yours, Miss Swan?" He closed his palm around it. "Perhaps you could tell me any distinguishing marks it has, since you claim ownership."

"Um, yeah." I thought back to when Jacob was using the knife on my book. "I . . . I scratched the letters JB on it."

"Which stands for?" Principal Geene cued.

"Well for JBrand, my favorite jeans designer. I couldn't put the rest of the letters, because my other knife broke," I improvised.

Jacob smiled then tried to cover it up with his hand.

"Well, Miss Swan this means detention," Principal Geene said.

"That's it?" Jacob called out.

"Not that it is your business Mr. Black, but this is Miss Swan's first offense and I still think she is lying," Principal Geene explained. He then turned to me. "Unfortunately, I do have to mention the knife to your parents."

I lowered my eyes. "Yes sir." I hadn't counted on my parents finding out.

"Mr. Black, don't forget you still have detention for the stunt you pulled in the teacher's lounge." The principal looked at his watch and headed for his office.

Jacob grabbed the rest of his things from the floor, stuffed them into his bag and left.

"You're welcome," I mumbled.

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