A/N: First thing I would like to thank all those that put my story as under favorites and alerts. You're so great. And to my reviewers let me know if this suits your fancy.

I don't own twilight or bad reputation. Those belong to Stephenie Meyer and Cecil Castellucci.

Chapter 3 — Where's the catch?

I entered room 301 to start my detention. It took me a while to find out which room was used. I had to ask a few teachers who were very surprised that I needed that information. Jacob already was there listening to his music under the distracted eye of Coach Clapp, the PE teacher. He was typing away on his laptop computer. I went to sit down at the desk on the far left. It was opposite Jacob who chose the seat closest to the door.

"Make yourself comfortable, Miss Swan," the coach said.

"Thanks."

Jacob walked over and sat at the desk beside me. "Okay, what gives?" he asked in a low voice.

"What do you mean?"

"You're following me around and that thing with the knife?" he explained.

"I thought you were going to get expelled."

"So what, you think you're my guardian angel?"

"No that was in the spur of the moment. I just thought if you noticed me, you might want to ask me out," I explained.

"Shh! You're disturbing my thought process," Coach Clapp uttered.

We were silent for a moment then Jacob looking confused whispered, "I don't get it."

"What don't you get?" I whispered back.

"Girls like you aren't interested in guys like me. You're a straight A, never do anything wrong, Miss Pretty Perfect."

"That's not true," I spoke, forgetting to lower my voice.

"I said QUIET! Do I have to separate the two of you?" Coach threatened.

"Sorry Coach," I apologized.

I pulled out my notebook and tore out a blank page. I wrote down my defense and passed the page to Jacob.

I do plenty of things wrong, I just don't get caught. True, they are usually minor, but still. Besides, if I was perfect I wouldn't be stuck in detention now. You didn't even tell me thank you.

Jacob scribbled down something then gave me back the paper.

Is that what you want, a thank you?

I looked at him and shrugged. He took back the paper and scribbled in large letters. He held the page up.

You want to go on a date with me?

I nodded.

Then he wrote on it again and held it up.

This isn't on a dare?

"No," I said softly.

He squinted his eyes in disbelief. "Okay," he mouthed. "Saturday night meet me at my house at 6 pm." He wrote down his address on the paper and gave it to me.

He started to get up. "Oh and your hair better be green," he qualified quietly.

"Green?"

"Yeah. If it isn't, don't bother showing up. And don't be late either, because I'll leave without you."

When I got home, I was greeted by two very angry parents. They couldn't understand where I even got the Swiss Army Knife. I explained that I was just trying to help a friend out and I won't carry anymore weapons for anyone. I think my punishment wasn't so bad, just one night grounded and the loss of my phone for the week.

Saturday I went to the mall to go shop for clothes and hair dye for my date. I didn't know how I was going to get away with this. My mother will freak the second she sees green hair. Maybe I could get away with a green wig. I cruised into Hot Topic and came across spray-in hair color. It washes out after one shampoo. But, they didn't have it in green. Luckily, they did have a temporary green dye that washes out after a week of shampooing. I figured I could handle green hair for a week. Jacob ready or not, here I come.

I stepped into the next store and bought a leather jacket to match Jacob's. I decided I was going to wear pants on my date. I wanted something really tight like the Australian girl wore in the end of Grease. They didn't have anything close to that in any of the stores, but I knew one of my friends might. When I got home I called them and it turned out that Rose did, but it was at Angela's house. It got left behind on one of their sleepovers.

I headed over to Angela's house at four o'clock. I had already dyed my hair and made it out of the house without either parent spotting an emerald strand. To say Angela was shocked was an understatement. She was ballistic. I calmed her down long enough to explain it was temporary. She helped me into Rose's black skinny jeans and off the shoulder black silk top. It was a good thing I had the jacket, because that top looked like it was for summer. I had a simple thin black headband over my wavy locks and some thick dark eyeliner. I also made sure I wore my Revlon maroon matte lipstick guaranteed to not kiss off.

"You look so not you," Angela commented.

"I know, but it's awesome though. I feel like a whole other person. Someone Volcano would really like."

"Why is it so important to change yourself for this guy? If you want him to like you, shouldn't it be for the real you?"

"I'm still me. This is like a costume. There aren't any permanent changes. It's like playing pretend, or going out to dinner with our parents. We don't wear our usual garb, it is more formal. Only this time I dressed down, or whatever direction this is."

She sighed and shook her head unconvinced.

I drove out to Jacob's house a little confused about the area. I drove back and forth, up and down the streets until I found it. It wasn't what I expected. Firstly, it was a house not a building. I don't know why I pictured him in an apartment. Secondly, there weren't any decorations on it. Every other house on the block had scarecrows or pumpkins around for the fall season with some orange lighting. The outside of Jacob's house was dark and plain compared to the rest. It made it more frightening.

As I walked over up the walkway, I glanced at my watch. 5:50. I was about to ring the doorbell, when I heard yelling.

"Mom, I'm going! I don't care about Aunt Lilly's dumb birthday," I heard in Jacob's voice.

"Young man, you don't walk away from me, or use that tone. I am your mother and I should get an award for putting up with you!"

The door flew open and I was face to face with Jacob. He halted in shock.

"Six o'clock right?" I uttered not knowing what else to say. I had been eavesdropping on their argument.

His eyes looked me up and down. A smile grew onto his face. He turned around and yelled into the house. "You see, I have a date! She's here and I have to go!"

His mother came running. "What do you mean you have a da—" Her question cut off as she looked at me. Her jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered. "What the heck are you?"

"She's not a what, Mom. She's a who," Jacob corrected.

I stuck my hand out for a shake. "My name is Bella."

Jacob grabbed my arm and pulled me away. "Great, now that we are all acquainted, we are going to be late."

He pulled me, shutting the door on his mom's face, to the driveway. "That. Was. Perfect. I thought just having the green hair would freak her out, but you went all out."

"Did I do too much?" I asked self-consciously, looking down at my outfit.

"No, we are going to a Savage Gord Concert," he explained as we walked into the driveway.

"Savage Gord?"

"They are a little known heavy metal group." He was wearing his usual leather jacket and black leather pants, his hair in a ponytail. He stepped into the garage and pushed out a motorcycle.

"Are we going to ride that?" I could feel my eyes popping out.

"If you have a problem with that, you could go home." He got it to the street and jumped on. He held himself up on the pedal and thrusted the motorcycle to life. I just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Hop on and hold on, princess, unless you're too scared," he mocked.

Well you only live once. I jumped on behind him and he handed me a helmet. He put his helmet on. I placed the red orb over my crown and squeezed my head in, secretly thanking that I didn't do anything elaborate to my hair. It was a snug fit. I placed my arms around Jacob's body tightly as my heart accelerated with the anticipation. The motorcycle roared twice and we sped away.

We were in the city in less than ½ an hour. He parked the bike in the lot and hopped off. I followed suit and we pulled off our helmets. I took a look around. This didn't look like the friendliest of neighborhoods.

"Ready to go home?" he asked.

I smiled. "No way."

We walked over to Club Dread and he bought me a ticket at the door. The ticket seller knew Jacob and offered to store the helmets for him. We squeezed through the large crowd that I actually blended in with. Jacob held on to my hand so we wouldn't get separated. The sensation of his touch ran through me like electricity. Oddly, I didn't want him to let go, but as soon as we found our place he did just that. I mourned the loss of the contact. He handed me a pair of soft orange objects in a sealed package.

"Here, they're ear plugs."

The band came out and everything became extremely loud. I quickly put the soft plugs in my ears. As soon as the shape conformed to my canal everything went down in volume. I could still hear it, but it was muted. I was now more attuned to the beat running through me. I began to jump around and dance. I held up the devil horns along with the crowd and cheered the band on. I was so excited. Everything was different from what I was used to.

Jacob came close to my ears and yelled something. I could feel the vibration.

"What?" I yelled back. I pulled out one plug.

He put his mouth by my ear. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

I smiled and nodded. "I think I have a new favorite band," I yelled.

He smiled and came close to my ear I assumed to speak again. I leaned in for the words, but when they didn't come I turned my head look at him. He unexpectedly locked his lips with mine. I froze in the moment and he glared into my eyes. His head shifted to the side of my face.

"I bet you weren't anticipating that."

I shook my head. It was too quick I didn't get to savor it, but the feel of his lips was still there. Soft and fruity? I licked my lips.

"Are you eating something?" I shouted. He showed me his pack of gum.

His mouth was by my ear again. "I figured if I'm being used to win a dare, I might as well get something out of it."

I pulled away with a frown. I shook my head then walked through the crowd to the exit.

After a minute, he came out after me.

"Don't tell me you lost," he said pulling out his plugs.

I pulled out my other ear plug. "This isn't a dare, Volcano. I really wanted to go on a date with you. Is it really so unbelievable?"

His cynical eyes squinted again. He replaced his ears plugs and went back into the concert. I put my plugs on and just followed him in.

When the concert finished, he drove me back to his house where my car waited. It was past midnight. I hopped off his bike, handed him the red helmet, and slowly walked to my car.

"Why?" I heard him say.

"Excuse me?" I turned to him.

He pulled off his helmet. "You're beautiful. Why would you want a date with me?"

This made me feel a bit better about my extreme hair color. I swept an emerald lock behind my ear and shrugged. "I wanted a kiss," I answered honestly.

He stepped closer to me. "So this is a real date." His brown eyes bore into mine.

"Yeah. I guess I'm making it up to you for what I did in junior high school."

"You're making it up to me?" he uttered raising his eyebrows. "It must have been really bad. And here I am not remembering it at all." He lifted his hand and moved one of my jade strands off of my face. I noticed his eyes shifted down slightly.

"Well if you're making it up . . . ." He pressed his fruity lips onto mine and I was able to feel my body tingling and my toes curled. I was right to believe he was one of the best. In fact, I think he got even better. My heart thumped and my breath hitched. Automatically my arms curled around his neck.

God, you're a great kisser,I thought. My lips lingered against his as I breathed him in.

"Is that a fact?" he whispered.

I opened my eyes, not remembering exactly when I closed them. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Um hmm," he nodded. He removed his arms from my shoulders. Again, I wasn't aware they were there; I was so lost in the kiss. "Time to go."

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