A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating for like two months or however long it was! School's been out for awhile, but I've been real busy. My b-day was near the end of June and I got a new charger and battery for my old laptop so now I have my own computer to upload on :D Hopefully I can upload more, and I know I said that last time, but now I don't really have any plans until the end of this month so I'm free until then I'd also like to thank those who have reviewed: MockingjayPaean (twice), cocalovu, babygurl1944 (twice), Huntress of the sky, Cupcakes and Love16, anna-marie-diamondheart-900 (twice), Pretty Monster Princess, Rio lover, and the anonymous reviews :D And also, thanks to everyone who has alerted/favorited this story or me! I don't think anyone actually reads author notes so I will just stop it here…
It took me a few seconds to realize what happened, but when I did, I felt Jacob shaking beside me, and saw everyone else at the table jumping up and moving to drag Jacob away. The only sounds in the whole cafeteria were Jacob's friends, urgently telling him to calm down, and my chattering teeth, from the coldness.
I felt myself slowly standing up. My movements were a bit robotic and I was staring straight ahead, not really seeing or processing what had happened. I walked at a normal pace towards the cafeteria doors that lead to the hallway, feeling stares on my back, and no longer hearing any of the abnormally large, teenage, Quileute boys, so I assumed they have already dragged Jacob, along with his strange shaking problem out of the other door, the one which leads outside.
As I pushed open, and walked out of the doors I had been heading for, I continued my robotic walk to the closest girls' restroom. A few students lingering in the halls gave me a weird look, presumably because of how I had food decorating my look.
The small bathroom was empty when I entered, and I made my way to one of the few mirrors, and stared at my reflection. My usually curly, although sometimes frizzy, hair was limp and sticky with what smelled like strawberry milk. A few spaghetti noodles remained in my hair, but most of them ended up on my clothes. Tomato sauce was splattered everywhere. My perfectly good clothes are now probably ruined. It may be impossible to get these stains out.
After the inspection, I didn't bother to clean up, but rather walked into one of the stalls, locking myself in. A few more seconds pass, and I feel the emotions I was suppressing, tumble out. The tears I had been unconsciously holding back fell. They were half from sadness, half anger. I just don't understand how anyone could be so mean! I'm not aware of anything I did wrong. I thought back to when I was in the cafeteria, and realized the girl who had dumped her whole lunch on me was the girl who had been making fun of me in the hallway. I came to the conclusion that it was because of Jacob. The girl had sounded like she has some weird, stalker-ish crush on him, an obsession strong enough that I wouldn't be surprised if she watched him sleep at night.
Perhaps it would be best if I just began to ignore him and all his friends from now on. Maybe then would that girl leave me alone? I already had to deal with my dysfunctional family, so why would I need any more problems? Besides, if my sister, Erin, were to ever find out that I had become friends with Jacob and his group, she would find some way to turn them against me. Although becoming friends with Jacob would make me less lonely, that is only one pro compared to the many cons I could find.
Finally coming to the decision that it would be best for me and everyone else, I will no longer hang out and talk to Jacob Black. Nodding to myself, I left the stall and began to peel the noodles from my clothes. After I threw them all in the trash can, I walked towards one of the sinks. I rinsed my hair the best that I could with the limited space and supplies that I had, and tied the wet hair up into a loose bun on the top of my head with a spare hair tie I usually kept around my wrist for emergencies. I then peeled off the ruined sweatshirt I had been wearing, revealing my, thankfully, clean t-shirt. I proceeded to tie the sweatshirt around my waist, hoping to cover up any stains higher up on my jeans.
Backing up as far as the cramped restroom allowed, I checked my outfit to make sure I was as presentable as possible. I was still quite a mess, but I looked much better than I had when I first left the cafeteria. Knowing I couldn't do anything more, I exited the ladies' room, scampered into the almost empty lunch room to grab my lunch box, before heading to my next class.
Jacob did not show up for the rest of the day, nor did his friends, but I felt that this way it would be much easier to avoid them all. News spreads fast around this tiny school, so I wasn't surprised when all I could hear in my last classes of the day were whispers about the incident. I was more uncomfortable than usual; almost all eyes were on me. Some of the gazes were sympathetic, some were just curious as to what I did to get on the girl's bad side, but others were glares, which emitted from the other populars.
I was bewildered that nothing other than the staring and whispering took place, but also relieved. When it was time to go home, I untied the gray sweatshirt from my waist and put it back on, not really caring what I looked like at the moment, I just didn't want to be freezing from the rain pounding outside.
I walked back to my house, and onto the porch, where I could no longer get wet, but before I could walk in, I was painfully slammed into the wall next to the front door. Standing in front of me was Erin. She is, unfortunately, taller than me, even though she's younger, and she is wearing heels, which also gave her a boost. Her hair is in soft waves, and not a strand is out of place. She is also wearing the same type of clothing as the girl who dumped food on me. Her face, though, did not match her outfit and hair. Her expression was enraged; I swear I could even almost see flames in her eyes. Her long, perfectly manicured nails are dug roughly into my shoulders, and one of her heels is crushing my right foot, with enough force to leave a bruise.
"Why the fuck are you trying to steal Jake from Heather?" Heather? Oh, that must be the popular girl. "He is her boyfriend. Besides, you know how much of a loser you are and how you could never be in the same league of someone as hot as Jake! You're ugly, and boring, and such a nerd! God, you've never even had a boyfriend! Jake would never like you, so why don't you just go back to being the little anti-social bookworm that you are, or you'll wish that you were never born!" When she lifted her heel of my injured foot, and took a step back I thought she was done. I was wrong.
By the time I realized what was happening, Erin had already lifted her hand, and brought it across my cheek with a loud smack. Before I had time to recover, Erin had stomped one last time on my already throbbing foot, she then marched back into our home, slamming the door shut. I stood frozen for a second, but then the pain came.
I raised my hand to the cheek Erin had hit. That was a bad idea, as soon as my hand touched my face, I hissed and pulled away. Slowly dripping down my fingers was a bright red liquid. Erin must have also scratched me when she slapped me.
I sighed, and inched to the edge of the porch, sliding my hand out to wash off the blood. When it was clean, I limped the few steps to the door and turned the knob, only to find that Erin had locked me out. I groaned, and pulled up the hood on my sweatshirt that had fallen, and made my way to the back door. The back door was almost never locked. It may seem dangerous, but here in La Push, crimes of breaking in are unheard of. Halfway to the door- I would have been there already if it wasn't for the limping- I could feel eyes on me from the forest. I stopped walking for a second, freaked out, but when I looked in the direction I thought the stare was coming from, all I, barely, saw was a chocolate brown blur between the trees. I continued to gaze into the forest, seeing if I could catch a glimpse of whatever was there, but when I saw no more movement I continued for the door.
A/N: Was it good? Bad? I haven't written in a while so it might be pretty bad. But anyway, please review! It means a lot to me Constructive criticism is welcome!