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Playlist For Chapter:

Magnificent Seven-Theme (it's kind of funny if you imagine it playing while she's riding to schoolJ

The Hey Song-I honestly can't remember

Renegade-Styx

Chapter 3--Weird Girl

"Are you sure he wasn't just joking?" I asked my Mom for the millionth time that morning.

"He's serious Andrea," she said easily, handing me my back pack. "It won't be that bad."

"Yeah. It will," I said. I was certain about that.

"Bye Andrea! See you at school!" Erika said with a completely fake bright smile on her face.

I gave her my own fake Miss USA smile a wave before walking out the door. I have to leave a whole half an hour before her to get to school in time. What a bi-

"Morning Ands," Dad called from the garage. "You ready for your first day?" he asked.

"Sure," I said with a sigh. I grabbed the mini bike and started walking down our short drive way, preparing myself for certain humiliation.

"Oh, Andy!" Dad called as he joked towards me. I stopped and turned around. "Make sure you do your work out," he said.

My jaw dropped. "No way," I said in a hollow monotone. "I am not going to do that," I said. Nope. Now way, no how.

"Yes you are," Dad countered certainly. "Fifty," he said sternly before turning and walking back towards the garage. "And don't forget the bricks!" he called over his shoulder.

My shoulders slumped before walking over to the pile of bricks that were already waiting off to the side of the driveway, stacked under a tree. I put my backpack down and dropped the little bike carelessly on the ground. If it 'accidentally' breaks maybe I won't have to ride it. After unzipping my bag I loaded up ten bricks in it. No wonder I barely had anything in my bag.

I zipped up and hopped up on the mini bike, relieved when I didn't feel a sink in the tires from all the pressure. I practically had to stand up the whole entire time I was peddling while my thighs burned in protest. Now I remember why I hated this drill.

I didn't miss all the curious stares I was getting as I peddled through the light ran, passed all the kids and their parents, waiting for buses. I didn't miss the laughing and pointing as their mothers scolded them for being rude. I also didn't miss it when Erika drove passed me, her windows rolled down so I could hear the laughter coming from inside her silver 2005 BMW piece of crap.

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself faster, only pulling into La Push High School's parking lot a minute after her. I kept my eyes forward as I heard snickers from the other kids who were standing by their cars outside, laughing at my expense. I pulled up to the half full bike rack but didn't put my bike in there. I dropped it on the ground while I kneeled down beside it, keeping my heavy back pack on. I put my hands on the wet grass and began doing my sit ups, fifty to be exact.

I could feel people's eyes on me as I continued to push myself up and down, making sure I ended up parallel to the ground every time. The bricks kept shifting in my bag and digging into my back, I just tightened my jaw and kept on pushing, wanting to get it over with.

When I was finally done, my arms burned from the sting but I ignored it, just like everything else. I put my little bike in the rack without locking it, praying for someone to steal it.

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BPOV

"Do you think I should call her?" I whispered to Collin as we sat in our third hour English class, not paying attention as usual.

"No," he whispered back, rolling his eyes.

"Why not? Do you think she wouldn't want to talk to me?" I asked, slightly panicked.

He sighed, sounding completely exasperated with me. "She's probably in school too genius," he muttered.

"Oh. Right," I said. I guess that's a good reason…

"Hey, why were you late to class?" he asked curiously, glancing at the teacher before completely turning around to face me. Mrs. Renolds is completely out, I think she's been asleep for the last ten minutes while our class whispered to each other, trying not to wake her up.

"I went to the wrong class," I admitted.

"Why?" he asked, with a slight laugh. I would laugh too-we've lived in La Push all our lives and it's already a little before spring break-I should know where my classes are.

"I don't know. I just, felt the need to go there," I said with a shrug. I didn't even realize I was going the wrong way until the bell rang and I noticed I was about to walk in the wrong door. It just felt like I was going the right way.

"You really need to pay more attention," Collin said with a chuckle.

"Yeah. I really do," I agreed with a nod.

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APOV

I let out a sigh as I sat down at an empty round table in the lunch room. I talked to maybe…four people total today. Well, fours a pretty big number in this school so why didn't any of them invite to sit with them you ask? Truth be told, I wouldn't want to sit with any of them if they did ask. All four of the people who talked to me asked what the hell I was doing in the parking lot today, riding a mini bike and doing push ups. And of course, I didn't tell them the real reason why I was doing it.

It's this whole secretive thing my Dad likes. I'm ranked third in the world for my age group and training methods, spots, areas are super exclusive for the Fuller family.

So, I ended up mumbling something about sports and racing and they all seemed to decide that I wasn't worth talking too. But just because they thought I was crazy doesn't mean they thought Erika was.

She turned out to be a big hit in this school-just like our last couple. She was the 'bubbly' and 'spunky' one while I was the 'quiet' but 'intense' one. No one knew who I really was-I never got a chance to show my fun side like Erika does.

"Yeah, I just moved here from California," Erika's voice rang out through the lunch room where she was sitting about two tables from me, a huge crowd of kids all squished together at her table.

"Did you live by the beach?" one of the boys asked.

"Yeah, it was so nice and sunny all the time," she chirped.

"We have a beach," another boy added. I rolled my eyes. No frick you guys have a beach.

"How cool, we should all go there sometime," she said with a smile. I sighed and looked back down at my lunch. It didn't look as gross as I was imagining it would be.

"Hi," a girl's voice said suddenly.

I looked up to find a girl with russet skin and long black hair and glasses, standing in front of me with a small smile. "Hi," I nodded cautiously.

"Can I sit with you?" she asked.

"Sure, go ahead," I said, gesturing to any of the seats around here. "I'm Andrea," I said.

"Megan," said with a smile. "So…you're the school's new weird kid," she said casually.

I gave her a wry smile. "Thanks. That makes my day so much better," I said sarcastically.

She just shrugged with a smile on her face. "I don't care, I'm just getting that whole thing out of the way," she said easily.

"And you don't mind sitting by the weird kid?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No-only because I used to be the weird kid," she said with a slightly proud smile on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"When I moved here two years ago I kind of punched this guy in the face," she said nonchantly. "Not a big deal, he was a total ass."

I let out a laugh. "What did he do?" I asked curiously.

"He touched my butt! I didn't even know him!" she exclaimed with wide eyes, as if she was still completely shocked that something like that could ever happen.

"How hard did you punch him?" I asked with a smile.

"Not that hard-he barely got a bruise," she insisted. "The real reason everyone thought I was a freak for doing it was because he was a senior and they were 'the shiz' to the younger crowd," she said, using air quotes.

"I know what you mean," I nodded. I used to hate the seniors though…but now I'm a senior, so I guess it's okay.

"So, what were you really doing this morning?" she asked with a curious smile on her face. I just pursed my lips and looked at her. "Come one, you can't even tell me why you can do push ups better than the entire football team?" she asked with a grin.

"Okay, I'm in training right now," I told her. She raised an eyebrow, asking me to continue. "It's for Motocross. I'm ranked number three or something like that and the spring season is coming up," I told her. "That's why I was riding that stupid little bike too," I added bitterly.

"Motocross? Really?" she asked with a slight laugh. "You don't seem the type," she said. I just looked at her at her with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, just looking at your sister…"

I grinned. "Yeah, we're complete opposites, don't worry," I told her.

"Okay, that's good. I mean, I'm normally not one to judge but…," she trailed off as Erika's loud laugh echoed through the room, others following it.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said rolling my eyes. "At least you don't need to live with her."

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"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" Megan asked for the fourth time since school ended, we were just walking out to the parking lot right.

"No, if my Dad finds out I cheated him out on training, I'd be dead," I told her.

She laughed. "Well, see you tomorrow Andy," she said with a wave before jogging through the rain and toward her car. Besides, I can use this as an opportunity to warm up for practice tonight.

I glared at the mini bike as I approached it, the straps in my backpack digging into my shoulders. I heard snickers as I picked up the bike with one hand and set it away from the bike racks. I looked over to see Erika and a group of kids all staring at me as the stood around her.

My jaw tensed as I squeezed the handlebars tightly, making my knuckles turn white. I pushed off and peddled hard towards the parking lot's exit, where an empty garbage can was tipped on it's side. I sped towards it, my frustration from the entire day making me peddle even faster. When I was about a foot away from it I pushed it off the ground, and tucked my knees and the mini bike underneath me.

I landed back on the pavement with a quiet thud and just kept peddling, not even bothering to look back and see their expressions. Jerks.

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BPOV

"What is up with you today Brady?" Seth asked as we walked out to the parking lot. He had to drop back a grade after he phased because he missed so much school.

"I don't know," I shrugged. I've been feeling so weird all day…it's freaking me out!

"Yeah, you've been acting all anxious and jittering and, well, weird," Collin said as we walked through the doors.

"I don't know what it is guys," I admitted as I stuffed my hands in my pockets, closing my cell phone inside my fingers. I really wanted to call Andrea. Really bad. It's been exactly four days since I've seen her, heard her voice, watched her smile…I'm whipped and I've barely even talked to her.

"Who's the loser on the bike?" Collin suddenly asked, laughing hysterically.

I looked ahead and saw a girl with not very long reddish brown hair, peddling fast on a bike way too small for her, she was practically doubled over on it. She had a black and white checkered backpack that was bulging as she pushed the bike to it's limit, way faster than I thought possible.

I watched with wide eyes as she was suddenly air born and soared easily over a trashcan that was tipped over. She landed lightly on the ground and zoomed quickly away, as if nothing had happened. I wonder where she's going…

"Who was that?" I asked, looking after the girl as she disappeared around the corner.

"I bet that's the new girl I heard about," Seth said. "I guess this morning she did, like, fifty push ups after putting away her bike. I guess she's really weird-or that's what her sister is telling everyone," he said with a shrug.

"Oh yeah, I think I saw her sitting with Megan Downing at lunch," Collin added. "I didn't really see her but Megan was facing our way."

"She sat with Megan?" I asked curiously. No one sits with Megan-no even talks to Megan. I always felt kind of bad about that but I have problems of my own. Wolfy problems. I looked back over at the garbage can that girl jumped and suddenly felt sick, like my stomach was trying to tear it's way out of me.

"Hey, you okay?" Seth asked, looking at me curiously.

"I feel like I'm going to barf," I told them.

"We can't get sick," Collin said, rolling his eyes. "You just have Wolfitis Imprintous." I rolled my eyes. You just wait Collin; you just wait.

Sooo, how did you like it?? Not much Collin and Andy stuff yet but that's coming in the next chapter!!! Woo-hoo! REVIEW PLEASE!!!