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Perfectly Un-Perfect
Chapter 2
Everybody's Fool by Evanescence
Perfect by nature
Icons of self indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about a world that
Never was and never will be
Have you no shame? Don't you see me?
You know you've got everybody fooled
Look here she comes now
Bow down and stare in wonder
Oh how we love you
No flaws when you're pretending
But now I know she
Never was and never will be
You don't know how you've betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled
Without the mask
Where will you hide?
I can't find yourself
Lost in your lie
-&-
Jacob POV
I knew at some point this year I'd be called down to the new principle's office, I just never expected it to be on the first day. I heard Dr. Varner was hired 'cause of his hard-ass personality at some school in Milwaukee. Someone must have pegged me as the Alpha 'cause it's my ass sitting here instead of another Pack member's.
So here I am, pulled out of gym so Varner can puff out his chest and ramble away about tougher school rules. I can feel him sizing me up, wondering how I'll react as he threatens me.
"…so this year, there will be two armed full-time security guards, Jacob."
His eyes zero in on me, trying to intimidate. Ha, funny. I can tell right off that since Dr. Varner looks, acts, and dressed like a Northerner, he knows nothing about how our streets work. Next he'll be sympathizing with me on how he understands how hard it is growing up poor, when he doesn't know didily-squat-shit about how we live our lives. We don't want sympathy or pity. They don't understand: he's probably never even driven through my side of town.
Maybe I should offer to give him a tour.
He stands tall in front of me. "I promised the superintendent as well as the school board that I'd be personally responsible for rooting out the violence that has plagued this school for years. I won't hesitate to suspend anyone who doesn't follow the school rules."
I haven't done anything but have a little fun with the pom-pom diva and this guy's already talking suspension. Maybe he heard about my suspension last year. That shit got me kicked out for three days and it wasn't even my fault. Quil had some crazy idea that cold water affected white guy's dicks different than Quileutes. I was arguing with him in the boiler room after he'd shut off the hot water heaters when we got caught.
Well, I got caught.
I had nothing to do with it but got blamed all the same. Quil attempted to tell the truth but our old principal wouldn't listen. Maybe if I would have fought more he would have listened. But what's the use is fighting a lost cause?
Its clear Renesmee Swan is the reason I'm here today. You think her ass of a boyfriend will ever get called into Varner's office? Hell no. The guy's an idolized football player. He could start fights and ditch class and Varner would still probably kiss his ass. Nahuel Nomad is always pushing me around, knowing he can get away with it. Every time I'm about to retaliate, he's run off or found a place where teachers were in abundance… teachers who were just waiting for me to fuck up.
But one of these days…
I look up at Varner. "I'm not starting any fights." I might finish one though.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that but I happened to have overheard about you harassing a female student in front of the school this morning," Varner says.
Almost getting run over by Renesmee Swan's shiny new Mercedes is my fault? For the past five months I've managed to avoid the little, rich bitch. I heard last year she got a B- on her report card but a little call from daddy, Chief Swan, got it changed to an A.
It could hurt her chances of getting into a good college.
Screw that shit. If I got a B-, my dad would smack me upside the head and tell me to study twice as hard. I've worked my ass off to keep everything above a B, even though I've gotten interrogated more often than not about how I get the answers.
It's called studying, assholes.
As if I'd cheat. It's not about getting into a good college. It's about proving I could… if my future was different.
The kids from La Push may seem dumber than the pale-faces but that's bull shit. So we're not as rich or obsessed with material possessions or getting into the most expensive and prestigious universities. We're in survival mode most of the time, always having to watch our backs.
Probably the hardest part of Renesmee Swan's life is deciding which five-star restaurant to dine at each night. The girl uses her smokin' bod to manipulate everyone around her.
"Care to share with me what exactly happened in the parking lot this morning? I'd like to hear your side," Varner concludes.
Not happening. I learned a long time ago my side won't matter. "Total misunderstanding."
Renesmee Swan's misunderstanding that two vehicles can't fit in one spot.
Varner stands and leans over his glossy, polished desk. "Let's not make misunderstandings a reoccurrence okay, Jacob?"
"Jake."
"Huh?"
"I go by Jake." I inform him. What he knows about me is in my school file, which is so biased its eight inches thick.
Varner gives me a nod. "Okay, Jake. Go get ready for sixth period. But remember, I do have eyes at this school and I'm watching your every move. I don't want to see you in my office, again."
Just as I stand, he puts a pale hand on my shoulder. "Just so you know my goal is for every student in this school to succeed. And I do mean, every student, Jake. Including you. So whatever biases you might have formed about me during this discussion, you can throw them out the window. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I say, wondering how much I can believe him. In the hallway, a crowd of students are rushing to their next class. I have no idea where I'm supposed to be and I'm still in my gym clothes.
In the locker room after I change, a bell sounds through the speakers, indicating it's now sixth period. I pull the folded up schedule from my back pocket. Chemistry with Miss Shelley Cope. Great. Another hard-ass to deal with.
Renesmee POV
I turn on my cell and call home before chemistry to see how my sister is doing. Sherice isn't too happy because Bella was freaking out about the way her lunch tasted. Apparently she swiped her dish to the floor in protest.
Would it kill my mother to take one day off from hanging out at the country club to transition Sherice? Summer is officially over and I can't pick up where the caretaker's leave off anymore.
I should be focusing on school. Getting into a college close to home so I can be there for my sister. After giving Sherice some suggestions, I take a deep cleansing breath, paste on a smile and walk into class.
"Hey babe. Saved you a seat," Nahuel calls and motions to the stool beside him.
The room is arranged with rows of lab tables for two. This means, I'll sit by Nahuel for the rest of the year and we'll do that dreaded senior chemistry project together. Feeling foolish for thinking everything would be different for us this year, I slip onto the stool beside him and pull my heavy chem. book out.
"Hey, look, Black is in our class!" A guy calls from the back of the room. "Jake, over here!"
I try not to look as Jake greets his friends with pats on the back and some hand gesture, tapping their left shoulder. Jake's presence catches every eye in the room.
"I heard he was arrested last week for possession of meth," Nahuel whispers to me.
"No way."
He nods and his eyebrows go up. "Way."
The information doesn't surprise me. If he was arrested, my father wouldn't tell me, he keeps information about work at work, but it was probably true anyways. Besides I hear most weekends Jake spends drugged out, passed out, or doing some other illegal activity with his Pack.
Miss Cope closes the door to the classroom with a bang and all eyes move from the back of the room, where Jake and his friends are, to the front where Miss Cope is standing. Her light red hair pulled back into a tight bun and she's wearing a purple sweater with black slacks. She's probably only in her early thirties but her glasses and intimidating stern expression make her look much older. I hear she's tough now because her first year teaching the students made her cry. They didn't respect a teacher that was young enough to be there older sister.
"Good afternoon and welcome to senior chemistry." She sits on the edge of her desk and opens a folder. "I see you have already picked your own seats but I make my seating arrangements myself."
I groan with the rest of the class but Miss Cope doesn't miss a beat. She stands at the first table and says, "Nahuel Nomad, first seat. Your partner is Jane Volturi."
Jane Volturi is co-captain of the varsity cheer team with me. She flashes me an apologetic smile as she slides onto the stool next to Nahuel.
Down the list Miss Cope goes, students unwillingly moving to their new assigned seats made by herself.
"Renesmee Swan." Miss Cope points to the table behind Nahuel. I sit down on my stool unenthusiastically.
"Jacob Black." Miss Cope points to the stool next to me.
Oh. My. God. How did I not see this coming? Jake… my chemistry partner. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!
I give Nahuel a "help me!" look as I try to avoid a panic attack.
Screw not being intimidated.
"Call me Jake."
Miss Cope looks up from the list and regards Jake above the glasses on her nose. "Jake Black," She says changing his name on the list. "Mr. Black, take off that bandanna. I have a zero tolerance policy in my class. No gang related accessories are allowed in my class. Unfortunately, Jake, your reputation precedes you. Dr. Varner backs me up on this one hundred percent… do I make myself clear?"
Jake stares her down before sliding the folded bandanna off his forehead, his raven spikes shinier against his smooth copper skin.
"Nice hair cut, mutt. You could almost pass for a real citizen now," Nahuel snickers with some other guys from the class.
"You know what, Nomad, you better shut your fucking mouth before I rip out your tongue and shove it up your hairy as-" Jake threatens Nahuel with hard, blazing eyes.
"Nahuel, keep your comments to yourself. Jake, watch you mouth and sit down." Miss Cope cuts in, her narrowed eyes shifting to the class. "That goes for all of you as well. I can't control what you do outside of this room but in my class, I'm the boss." She turns her cold eyes on Jake. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jake says deliberately slow.
Miss Cope goes down the rest of the list while I do everything in my power not to look over at the guy who is sitting beside me. Too bad I left my purse in my locker, or I could have pulled a Bree and pretend to look for nothing like she did this morning.
"This blows," Jake mumbles to himself. His voice is dark but husky. Does he make it that way on purpose?
How on earth am I going to explain to my mother that my chem partner for the year is Jacob Black? Oh God, I hope she doesn't blame me somehow for screwing this up.
I glance at my boyfriend who is deep in conversation with Jane. I'm green with envy. Why couldn't I randomly be put by him instead?
It would be awesome if God gave everyone a Do Over Day. This would definitely qualify for a DOD.
Does Miss Cope honestly think it's safe to pair the captain of the cheerleading squad with the most dangerous Pack member in school? The woman's delusional.
"Now," Miss Cope says once she's finally finished. "Look at the person sitting next to you."
Oh God, why? Why me? Am I that bad of a person to deserve this?
I glance up at Nahuel again who seems pretty content with his partner. Jane already has a boyfriend or otherwise I would seriously be questioning why she's leaning a bit close to Nahuel and periodically flipping her hair.
Oh you're just being paranoid!
Big shock there.
"You do not have to like your partner," Miss Cope bargains. "But you're stuck together for the next ten months so, take five minutes to get to know each other then, each of you will introduce your partner to the class. Talk about what they did over the summer, if they have any hobbies, or anything else interesting your classmates might not know about you. Your five minutes start… now."
I take my notebook, flip to the first page, and shove it at Jake. "Why don't you write down stuff about yourself in my notebook and I'll do the same in yours." It's better than trying to communicate with him.
Jake nods in agreement, although I thought I caught the corner of his mouth twitch as he hands me his notebook.
Did I imagine that or did it really happen?
Taking a deep breath I focus on the task at hand and write diligently until Miss Cope instructs us to stop and listen to each other's introductions.
"This is Jane Volturi," Nahuel begins, being the first to speak.
But I don't hear the rest of Nahuel's speech about Jane's summer vacation or hobbies. Instead I look down at the notebook given back to me by Jake and stare at the words on the page with my jaw dangerously close to hitting the floor.
Jacob POV
Okay so maybe I shouldn't have fucked with her on the introductions. Writing nothing but,
Saturday night. You. Me. Driving lessons and hot sex…
in her notebook probably wasn't the smartest move. But I was itching to make little Miss Perfect stumble through her intro of me. And stumbling she is.
"Miss Swan?"
I watch in amusement as Perfection herself looks up at Cope. Oh, she's good. This partner of mine knows how to hide her true emotions. Something I recognize because I do it all the time.
"Yes?" Renesmee asks, tilting her head to the side and smiling like a beauty queen.
I wonder if that smile has ever gotten her out of a speeding ticket.
Probably.
That and the fact her daddy is the Chief Police of Forks.
"It's your turn. Introduce Jake to the class."
I lean an elbow on the table, propping my chin up, waiting for an introduction she has to either make up or fess up that she knows less than shit about me. She glances at my comfortable position and I can see I've set her off.
Her eyes blaze at me before turning to class and smiling grandly at the all of them.
"This is Jacob Black." She states confidently, cockily. My temper flares at my given name but I keep a cool appearance as she continues with her made up introduction.
"When he wasn't hanging out in the woods with his 'Pack' and harassing innocent citizens this summer, he was getting to know my father, Chief Swan, real well on a regular basis, if you know what I mean. And he has a secret desire nobody would ever guess."
The room is suddenly silent. Even Cope straightens to attentions. Hell, even I'm listening like the words coming out of Renesmee's lying pretty pink lips are gospel.
"His secret desire is to go to college and create a human-friendly flea medication for the itches that miraculously appeared after he started lying down with his mutts- I mean, friends."
The classroom fills with laughter and whistles. All the Pack members are staring at her agape. But my friend Claire seems amused that a pale-face isn't afraid of giving me a smack in front of the entire class.
Renesmee flashes a wickedly, smug grin in my direction. She thinks she's won this one? Guess again, Miss Perfect.
I sit up in my chair and everyone goes silent again. Waiting for me to blow a gasket, no doubt. But I'm not going to let her get all the glory. Oh no, see I'm just getting started.
"This is Renesmee Swan," I say, all eyes on me now. "This summer when I was getting to know her daddy on a regular basis, she went to the mall, bought new clothes so she could expand her wardrobe and spent all of daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, ahem, assets."
It might not be what she wrote exactly but it's probably close enough. Unlike her introduction of me.
Laughter comes from my "mutts" in the back of the class and Renesmee is stiff as a board beside me, as if my words hurt her precious ego. Renesmee Swan is used to people fawning all over her and she could use a wake-up call. I'm doing her a favor. Little does she know, I'm not finished yet.
"Her secret desire," I add getting the same reaction as she did during her introduction. "is to date a Quileute before she graduates."
The room is filled with hoots and laughter from all the Pack members or anyone from La Push.
"Way to go, Black!" Quil barks out through laughter.
"I'll date you, Angel," Paul, another Pack member (the most violent one, I might add) calls from the back, grinning devilishly.
I high-five another Pack member named Jared, and catch Claire shaking her head at me, as if I've done something wrong.
What? I'm just having some fun with a rich girl from the North.
Renesmee's gaze shifts from Nahuel to me. I take one look at Nahuel and with my eyes tell him the one thing I've always wanted too:
Game on…
Nahuel's face instantly turns bright red and scrunches up in fury, resembling one of those wrinkly-nose/face dogs. A pug?
I have invaded his territory.
Poor little, ugly-ass Pugsley.
"Quiet down, class," Miss Cope says sternly. "Thank you for those very creative and enlightening introductions. Miss Swan and Mr. Black, please see me after class."
-X-
"Your introductions were not only appalling, they were disrespectful to me and the rest of your classmates," Cope says after class as Renesmee and I stand in front of her desk. "You have a choice." Our teacher holds out two detention slips in one hand and two pieces of notebook paper in the other. "You can either serve detention today after school or write a five-hundred word essay on 'respect' to hand in tomorrow. Which will it be?"
I reach over and grab the detention slips. Renesmee reaches out for the notebook paper.
Figures.
"Do either of you have a problem with the way I assign chemistry partners?" Cope asks.
Renesmee says, "Yes," at the same time I say, "Nope."
Cope sets her glasses on her desk and rubs her eyes, sighing, frustrated, before looking up at us with stern eyes. "Listen, you two better work out your differences before this year is over. Renesmee, I won't be assigning you a different partner. You're both seniors and will have to deal with people and personalities that don't fit yours, after you graduate. So start learning how to deal now. If you don't want to go to summer school for flunking my class, then I suggest you work out your problems together, like the mature adults I know you both can be. Now, hurry to your next class before you're late."
With that I follow my little chem partner out of the room and down the hall.
"Stop following me," She snaps, looking over her shoulder to glare at me, in the deserted hallway.
"Wear long sleeves Saturday night," I tell her, knowing full well she's reaching the end of her sanity rope. I don't usually try so hard to get under a white (and she is white, probably the palest of them all) girl's skin but this one is fun to rattle. This one, the most popular and coveted one of all, actually cares. "It gets pretty cold on the back of my motorcycle."
"Listen, Jake." Renesmee whips around and her unusually colored, long bronze hair swing behinds her shoulder. She faces me with clear eyes made of ice. "I don't date guys in gangs and I don't use drugs."
"I don't date guys in guys either," I smirk down at her and take a step towards her. "And I'm no user."
She snorts. Something I'd never expect a prissy girl like her to do. I don't think I've ever heard a girl snort, actually. Maybe Leah, but she's a not a girl. She's a whore. Big difference. Girls don't go around spreading their legs for everyone when they've got a boyfriend. Actually, no human being does that.
"Yeah right. I'm just surprised you're not in some juvie boot camp or rehab."
"You think you know me?"
"I think I know enough." She folds her arms across her chest but then looks down and realizes her stance makes her tits stand out and drops her hands to her sides.
I'm trying my best not to focus on those tits (which are the perfect size for her dynamite body…) as I take a step forward. "Did you tell Varner on me?"
She takes a step back. "If I did?"
"You're afraid of me." It isn't a question. She should be. I just want to hear from her own lips what her reason is.
"Most people in this school are afraid that if they even look at you wrong, you'll gun them down."
"Then my gun should be smokin' by now shouldn't it? Why aren't you running away from the badass Quileute?"
"Give me half the chance, I will."
I've had enough dancing around this little bitch. It's time to fluff up those feathers and make sure I end up with the upper hand. I close the distance between us and lean far down to whisper in her ear, "Face the facts. Your life is just too perfect. I bet you lie awake at night, fanaticizing about spicin' up all that lily whiteness you live in." But damn it, I get a whiff of vanilla from the lotion or perfume radiating off her throat. It reminds me of cookies. I love cookies, so this is not good at all. With my mouth watering (yeah, fuck you, Renesmee Swan for smelling so fucking delicious, my fucking mouth waters) I continue, "Getting near the fire, baby, doesn't necessarily mean you'll get burned."
"You touch her and you'll regret it, Black." Nahuel's voice rings out. The guy resembles not only a pug but one of those pretty boy band members who spend twenty minutes in the morning making sure their hair is perfect and flippy at the ends. Douche Bag. "Get the hell away from her."
"Nahuel," Renesmee says. "I can handle this. It's okay."
Douche Bag's brought reinforcements: three other pasty white dudes, standing behind him for back up. I size D-Bag and his friends up to see if I can take them all on and decide I could give all four of them a run for their money. "When you're strong enough to play with in the big leagues, jock boy, I'll listen to the shit comin' out of your mouth." My words make Nahuel's face flare red.
Other students are gathering around us, leaving room for a fight that is sure to be fast, furious and bloody. Little do they know, D-Bag's a runner. This time he's got back up though so maybe he'll stick around to duke it out. I'm always prepared for a fight. Been in more than I can count on my fingers and toes. Got the scars to prove it, too.
"Nahuel, he's not worth it," Renesmee says.
Thanks white girl, right back atcha.
"You threatening me, Black?" Nahuel barks, ignoring her girlfriend.
Hello Pugsley…
"No, asshole. Little dicks like you make threats."
Renesmee parks her little body in front of Nahuel and puts a small hand on his chest. "Don't listen to him."
"I'm not afraid of you. My dad's a lawyer," Nahuel brags, then puts an arm possessively around Renesmee. "She's mine. Don't ever forget that."
"Then you might want to keep her on a leash," I advise him. "Or," -the bitch-"she might be tempted to find a new owner."
My friend Quil comes up beside me. "Everything okay, Jake?"
"Yeah, Quil," I say and watch as two teachers head down the hall towards us with a policeman. "Everything's good." I turn to Renesmee. "Catcha later. I'm looking forward to researching our chemistry."
Before I leave and save myself from suspension on top of my detention, Renesmee sticks that perky nose of hers in the air as if I'm the scum of the earth.
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