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What Fresh Hell is This?
Chapter Two: Stairway to Heaven Indeed
Olivia moved through the foreign halls of La Push high school, trying to appear as small as possible. She was rather tired, as she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. Apparently La Push was known for wolves, and she could hardly get a wink due to the amount of howling and barking that was going on in the forest behind her new house. The house was nice. Small, as it was only herself and her mother, but cosy and it had a sense of openness that she really liked. Downstairs was lovely and airy, the layout open with the sitting room and kitchen only separated by an island counter. It had a real cabiny feel to it too, with wood panelled floors and a small fireplace surrounded by several soft sofa's, sitting low and close to the floor., circled around a low glass topped coffee table. She thought the house was perfect for what she and her mother needed and wanted, complete with the most beautiful view of the sunset; the forest behind her house, which she later learned led through to first beach and rock pools, sat on an incline so that her window overlooked the top of the trees and when the sun set she had the most lovely view of the woods silhouetted against the sun and the sky turning from grey to dusty colours through the rain clouds. She knew that without the howls of wolves ringing through the night, she'd be able to hear the other noises of the forest and on a stormy night even the crashing of the waves might be able to be heard. She'd decided to herself that maybe living here might not be as awful as she had thought, even if her friends had thought it funny to buy her the Twilight Saga and sneak them into her bags when she was packing. It had come as a big shock when she saw four, sleek, black books that she knew she'd never buy ever, in her bags. She'd stuck them under her bed, out of sight and tried to forget about them.
Olivia made her way to the office to get her time table and determinately ignored all of the stares and curious glances she was getting on all sides from students rushing to home room. The halls were chaotic and the colour scheme designed to keep true to the school colours gave her a head ache. However, with her new girl status, finding a path through the herds of teenagers wasn't difficult and reaching the office she sighed slightly in relief and opened the door. The room was much like La Push itself really. Small, quaint and with a down to earth quality that she found refreshing, even though it wasn't that far a cry from the suburban neighbourhood she'd lived in, in Lawrence. It had a trophy cabinet that was dominated by basketball and music and the carpet was a horrible brown colour, with splotches of grey showing where students before her had spat out gum and let it to be trodden into the fibres of the coarse fabric.
Olivia strode up to the front desk and the lady behind it saw her coming. She had long black hair, like most of the girls on the reservation (and some of the boys), and her skin was a beautiful tan colour that Olivia knew had nothing to do with the sun but her heritage. She showed her teeth in a pretty white smile and said, "Hello dear, how can I help you?" Like you don't know, Olivia thought with slight amusement, I'm pretty sure you don't get new students here very often. But instead of speaking her mind she simpered back politely and sweetly requested that she was given a copy of her timetable. The lady smiled again and then pawed through the papers on her desk. It wasn't a long search before her timetable was found along with a piece of paper with her locker number and combination on it. "There you go dear. Will that be all?" Olivia shook her head and thanked the lady behind her desk. She turned to leave and was called back. "I'll write you a note so that you don't get in trouble with your home room teacher ," and once that was done and yet another piece of paper was given to her, this time excusing her lateness, Olivia was finally free. Sighing she set off to find her locker, having missed home room and the stampede that was the other students going to their first lesson. She got her books sorted, keeping the ones she would need that day and dumping the rest, then went to go to first lesson. History. Once there she stopped in front of the door. She was glad that it didn't come down to whether she should knock or not as just as she got there a tall, handsome and very strong looking boy was turned out of the room. He was the strong and silent type, the brooding type. She saw it immediately. But that didn't matter as he didn't spare a single glance in her direction and simple walked off down the hall like a predator, his strong and angry steps punctuating the silence in the halls whilst class was in session.
"Yes?" She came back to herself and looked away from where the mystery boy had disappeared to and saw that the teacher was addressing her. He was tall and lanky, with balding hair and round spectacles hanging off the end of his nose. He wasn't going to be a distraction as she didn't find him attractive whatsoever, unlike her history teacher in a few schools before last, and in that she found he was exactly the kind of man she thought should teach History. "I'm new. I wasn't in home room because I was getting my time table from the office." At that Olivia stepped towards him and showed him the note the cheerful lady behind the desk had given her, which seconded her claims.
"Ah. So you're Olivia Rails then?" She nodded.
He nodded back, seeming to be thinking where to put her. Olivia would be hard to place, she knew. She was wearing worn down converse, comfy jeans and a band t-shirt that belonged to another of her boyfriends, he too she didn't remember the name of but it fitted her better than the muse t-shirt she wore to sleep in. Although Olivia seemed to be the quiet type, she was new and he couldn't risk putting her next to someone whom she could create trouble with. She shifted her messenger bag that was hanging off of her right shoulder. It wasn't heavy just in an awkward position. Growing aware of her discomfort, as she could feel the eyes of the class (that she hadn't yet looked at), on her and he seemed to take pity on her. He told her to sit next to a girl with brown hair, brown eyes and who seemed rather timid in nature. He introduced her to Olivia as Kim. Olivia settled down next to her and waited a few beats for the lesson to get back into its swing, then turned to Kim to introduce herself properly only to see that she wasn't paying attention to her, or the lesson at all. She was staring at a boy who was sitting across the room, slouched down in his chair and in the corner joking about something with his friends. Olivia saw the look on her face and knew instantly. She nudged Kim slightly.
"Crush, huh?" She jumped a little at Olivia's whispered words and just then seemed to notice her sitting there beside her. "I'm Olivia," she offered and waited to see what Kim would say.
"Kim." She said quietly, so quiet Olivia could just catch what she said.
"So, how long have you been crushing on tall, slim and handsome over there?" Olivia whispered, teasingly and she blushed. "Um... a while." Kim admitted. Olivia smiled in amusement then turned when her name was called. "Miss Rails perhaps you can enlighten us as to what I just said." The rest of the class sniggered and thought he'd called her out. "We are to turn to page 394 in our books and read the passage on the Civil War. Then we are to answer the exam questions in full sentences, providing evidence to support our reasons. Once done, we are to copy down the key words and meanings and if we need something else to do once finished with that we are to ask you for work." Olivia recited word for word what the teacher had said and he stared at her.
"Yes, yes that's right. Umm... yeah. You heard her!" He told them to get on with the work and Kim stared at Olivia in shock as she decided to actually concentrate now, knowing that whilst her partial attention and good memory together united as a good party trick she should be opening her book.
At the end of the lesson Olivia packed her things and walked out, waiting outside the door for Kim. "How'd you do that?" She asked as soon as she was out and they started walking aimlessly towards the lockers. She told her about her trick with partial focus when listening and Kim thought it was very clever. "Hey, what do you have next?" Olivia asked. Kim didn't even need to check her time table. "Spanish," then she blushed. Olivia correctly guessed the reason why in a heart beat.
"Let me guess, Chuckles in the corner back there has Spanish next, and you share that lesson with him. And you know his time table better than your own, even though its only one lesson into the semester." Olivia smiled Kim, greatly amused as the girl blushed and spluttered a little. Olivia laughed and hooked their arms, using the one without Olivia's bag weighing it down. "No worries Kim. I have Spanish too. Let's go." And she knew then, Kim smiling tentatively at her as they made their way to Spanish, that she'd made a friend.
After Spanish Kim and Olivia went to their lockers together arm in arm, to get their books for their lessons after break. Olivia could barely keep her laughter down. "Oh God Kim, I thought you were going to faint when Señora Falon put you next to Jared." Kim, she'd learnt, was an easy blusher and she hadn't stopped blushing in Olivia's presence since they'd me with all the things she'd been saying. Olivia laughed when Kim tried to stutter out something that vaguely resembled a sentence, and steered her towards her locker, as Spanish was nearer to Olivia's than Kim's. She'd turned around in order to talk to Kim whilst getting her things out and therefore didn't see what was happening behind her. Olivia felt something hard hit the back of her head it caused her to hit her head hard onto the unrelenting metal of her locker door. Her head feeling slightly dizzy she shook it as she tried to wave off Kim's concern. "No worries Kim, I'm fine. Hurts like a bitch though." She looked down to the ground and saw what had hit her. A football. Great. Huffing in exasperation she picked it up and looked to see who had thrown it. When she saw a lanky teenager rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly she shook her head despairingly. "Boys," Olivia muttered and then chucked the ball back.
After that they went to Kim's locker and seeing they had different lessons til lunch, agreed to meet in the cafeteria. The rest of the day went fine and she left the school hopeful to come out of it with a good, true friend.
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School was good. She had a good friend who she shared most her lessons with. She liked her house, which was always a plus. And she got a new start. Olivia was content.
It was a few months into school that Kim became distant. She didn't eat as much, she grew quieter than the outgoing and fun girl Olivia had started to know her as and Olivia started to grow worried. After asking Kim three times what colour she'd like on her nails she had enough. "Kim! What's wrong?" Olivia demanded, setting aside the nail polish and turning fully to the girl sitting beside her on the carpet of her room. Kim and Olivia had taken to inviting each other round to their houses so it wasn't that. Kim looked up from her knee's, which she'd been holding against her chest and tried to appear normal. "Oh, nothing..." She said in a listless voice.
"Bull shit!" Olivia exploded. "Tell me the truth, now." Kim jumped at the loud curse and looked to the doorway of Olivia's room, panicking and thinking Ms Rails would come up. Olivia's room didn't have a door. Instead, they'd painted the frame a lovely turquoise colour and hung shaped beads as a sort of curtain. They were blue as well, shaped like dolphins and fish. As Kim took art she'd helped with the painting and each wall of Olivia's room had a mural on it She'd painted the wall at the head of Olivia's bed as the border of a tropical forest reaching the beach, and both of the side walls showed a pale sandy beach stretching for miles either end. The furthest wall, opposite to the forest, showed the sea going out for miles and miles. Kim was really good at doing perspective work. But the ceiling was the best part. Kim had painted the whole ceiling as numerous stars. Constellations and planets and meteors spread out across. The paint had included glow in the dark glitter as well so she could see it whenever she went to sleep. The same wood panel flooring as the rest of the house with the same for the furniture her room was lovely.
Mrs Rails didn't come up and Kim's panic subsided. Drawing her knees in further she sighed slightly. "Jared's not been coming into school," She admitted. "For over a week," Olivia thought back and realised that, yes Jared had been strangely absent from all the classes she shared with him."Oh Kim. I'm sure he's fine. He'll be back in soon, it's probably just a stomach bug." Kim nodded, forlornly. "I know. It's just... I miss him," As soon as she'd finished her sentence she blushed deeply and Olivia smiled fondly at her. "It's okay Kim, I already knew that you had an unhealthy obsession with Jared. Now, I wish you'd told me about this before!" Olivia got up, in a fluid motion and Kim could hear her going downstairs into the kitchen. "WHY?" Kim called down.
"BECAUSE I HAVE Ben and Jerry Ice Cream!" Olivia called back, returning with the ice cream half way through. Kim smiled a little wetly and sniffed. "Okay," she giggled and reached for a spoon.
Jared didn't come back to school for three weeks.
And although Kim didn't show it, she still wasn't back to normal. Olivia invited her round every other day after school and they'd eat ice cream but Kim still wasn't better. She missed Jared it was obvious. By the end of the second week Kim was detached and more withdrawn into herself that ever only responding to Olivia and more often than not Olivia would tell her to come round her house to hole in her room in a nest of duvet and pillows as they ate ice cream together. By the end of the third week Kim looked ill. She hadn't been sleeping and she looked tired all the time.
On the Monday of the fourth week Olivia finally had had enough. "Okay, Kim you need to go to the nurse. Get some vitamins or something." Kim was about to protest then saw the look on Olivia's face. "Okay," Kim went to the nurse and Olivia told their History teacher why Kim wasn't in and took her seat. A good ten minutes into the lesson the door opened. "Mr Harrows," The tall, muscled, beastof a guy came through the door. "I have a doctors note for not being in." Then it clicked. Jared? Olivia thought. I guess Kim had the right idea. Damn he's fine. What happened to him and do they come in pairs? Then something came to her. Oh Kim's going to be ecstatic. When Jared walked to the back of the class and sat in a different seat to normal, away from his friends, she knew something was up. What? She tried to ignore it and pay attention to the lesson but it was still niggling at the back of her mind. This seemed familiar to her from somewhere, the whole not being in for ages, looking really good when he came back, ignoring his friends... But where?
She walked to Spanish silently, hoping Kim would be in. Despite how he tried, Jared would not be able to change seats in this class. When Olivia walked in she saw Kim sitting at her seat, doing some grammar work. She'd obviously been back for a while, Señora Falon had probably had a free period. Olivia walked past Kim to get to her seat and stopped herself from whispering to her that Jared was in, despite how much she wanted to. The bell rang and apparently it was a thing for Jared now to constantly be late to lessons as it was again ten minutes into the lesson before he showed up. However Kim didn't notice. She was sitting with her head on the desk trying to soothe the raging headache pressing against her temples. Jared walked to Señora Falon and told her how he'd forgotten his text book. She told him to return to his seat and she'd look for one for him. When a spare couldn't be found she told him to share with his partner. So, when Jared turned to Kim to ask her to borrow her book and saw a girl lying on her desk he got a bit concerned. "Hey," He shook her slightly and instantly her head shot up, to look into his eyes. "You oka-?" and it seemed he couldn't speak any more. He was just staring into her eyes and even Olivia, at the other side of the room sitting next to dumb shit Elroy Jenkins felt it.
Ever since meeting Kim and learning about Kim's crush on Jared something was itching at her. Something she remembered from somewhere and she couldn't think what. Her name seemed familiar to her and so did Jared's. But as Olivia saw Jared look at Kim like she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, with bags under eyes and her skin pale with exhaustion due to lack of sleep, something clicked into place.
He looked... Just... Something her friends used to talk about, when they spoke about Twilight. She tried to remember back...
It was raining and they were sitting in Alexis' bedroom, in a circle. Like usual, talk instantly fell back in to Twilight.
"Don't you think its kind of gross that he's in love with a baby? Paedo alert guys seriously."
"No, it's different! That's imprinting Olivia! God, you wouldn't understand. Look, it's when a werewolf sees the love of his life after he's phased. It means she's his soul mate." Olivia looked at Alexis strangely.
"Lexi I don't understand. I know what imprinting is, its that thing baby geese do right? But what the heck does that have to do with werewolves? More importantly, what the fuck does that have to do with Shitelight!?" Alexis rolled her eyes once more.
"God Olivia, you're hopeless. Look I'll go through this one more time. Maybe it'll help if I use an example. Okay, how about this. In New Moon Bella learns about werewolves and stuff. And she hears about imprinting and Jacob tells her about Kim and Jared. Kim's had a crush on this boy she sits next in school since forever. His names Jared. And he never notices her. Then he phases and misses time off school and then he sees her for the first time since becoming a werewolf. And BAM imprint. Get it now? Sam Uley and Emily are imprinted too. And Claire and Quil," Alexis did well to ignore Olivia coughing the word paedo when she spoke about the baby and the teenager again. But to be honest Olivia knew she wouldn't remember any of this. She let the names swim right over her head and she retained little of the knowledge.
Olivia's eyes widened. No. No way. She thought to herself. You've got to be kidding. Twilight's fucking REAL?
(A/N: Okay, there we go! Chapter number two. I hope you guys enjoy. So, obviously the guy who she nearly runs into when going to the first lesson in La Push is Paul. So technically, she did meet the love of her life. At first, I was going to make it so he couldn't imprint on her cos he never saw her. You'll notice how I did that if you go and read back. However, when I introduced Kim and the Jared thing I realised that Jared probably phased first. So I had to do that before I could have Paul phasing and imprinting. Okay? Okay. So just ignore the end bit of chapter one with Paul imprinting on her the first day of school cos that won't happen :) Thank you all for reading! I think I'll write ahead before I post this chapter but don't worry it'll go up soon, promise!)