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I remember what you wore on the first day

You came into my life and I thought hey

You know, this could be something

'Cause everything you do and words you say

You know that it all takes my breath away

And now I'm left with nothing

So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you

'Cause maybe two is better than one

There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life

And you've already got me coming undone

'Cause maybe two is better than one

- Two Is Better Than One, Boys Like Girls

Chapter 2

Three weeks after we arrived, school was starting back up again. Those weeks in limbo were spent unpacking and arranging anything, with road trips across the surrounding country in between. I moved all my furniture back into my room. My white desk, dresser, bed, nightstand, and side table were all in my new room. The purple paisley bedspread was laid across the bed, and my sheer purple curtains were hanging in the windows. My iHome, my iPhone already plugged in, was all set up, and all my books and dance trophies were arranged on top of the table. My bulletin board was hanging up, filled with magazine cutouts. And then the weekend was over and the dreadful day came. Monday.

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I was 17, and I would be starting my junior year at La Push High School. Everyone will have already known each other for years. Now I know how it felt to be the new kid at my old school.

I woke up, channeling that whole positivity thing again. This could really work for me.

I had picked out my outfit the night before. Since it was still warm up here, I chose a white tank top with an empire waist, paired with a hunter green vest and light blue short-shorts. Black gladiator sandals, diamond studs, and a brown leather bracelet completed the look. I straightened my long, light-brown hair and left it down. I put on some foundation and swiped eyeliner over my brown eyes. After choking down a bag of mini chocolate-chip muffins, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

My blue vintage Mustang was parked in the driveway. It'd been an early birthday present, bought right after they told us we were moving, back in June. Probably bribing me to go along with the move and not whine about it. Funny. They thought they could compensate us moving a world away by getting me a new car. Although I guess it worked . . .

I looked at my phone. It read 7:35. "Abbey! Get your butt down here! We're gonna be late!" My little sister could never get ready on time.

"I'm coming!"

Abbey ran out in a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

"Is that really what you're wearing on your first day of school?"

"Yes it is. Care to comment?"

"Well, at least no one will mistake you for a girl."

I narrowly missed the deadly muffin that whizzed passed my head. We both climbed into the car and I started the engine. I immediately plugged in my iPhone. My finger whisked over the touch-screen. I grinned.

"YOU BELONG WITH MEEEEE! LUCAS TILL I LOVE YOU!"

"Cecily, shut the hell up!"

"Punishment. Deal with it."

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Fifteen minutes later, I zoomed up to the high school. Home of the Wolves. I quickly found a parking spot near the edge of the lot. Might as well make an entrance, right? Walk by as many people as I can? I slowly grabbed my backpack and my purse. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then stepped out of the driver's door. I waited with my sister and we stepped together. Time to show these bitches what growing up in the boondocks really means.

I set my walk to the internal beat that was always running through a dancer's mind on repeat. I looked straight ahead, taking in everything, but blocking all of the people out. I felt everyone's curious stares as I walked by. I could just imagine what they were whispering about.

I walked into the office. The receptionist, an over-styled soccer mom named Mrs. Brown, handed me my schedule. Hmmm let's see. A.P. Language and Comp, Study Hall, Algebra 2. Well, being in the dumb math is always exciting. A.P. U.S. History, Econ, Chorus and Physics. As soon as little sis got her classes, I left the wee one to fend for herself. "Good luck, fresh meat!" I smiled as brightly as I could. She shot me a glare that could made the fake flowers behind me wither. She stalked off, leaving me alone in the crowded lobby.

I looked down at my schedule. According to this, my locker number was . . . 231. I picked my way down the hallway, following locker numbers 'til I found mine. I put in the combination and swung it open. It was going to be a pain in the ass to unlock my locker between every class. I took all my locker stuff out of my backpack. A mirror, magnets, and photos of my friends from back home. God, I missed them. But no use focusing on that now. I was here to make new friends.

"Hey."

I whipped around. A perky girl, about my age, was standing before me. Obviously Quileute, with her dark, long hair and brown skin, she wore a flowered tank and faded cut-offs, "I'm Marie. What's your name?"

"Uhh, Cecily. Cecily Humphrey."

"Nice. I have the locker right next to yours. You're new here right? Where you from?"

I smiled, "Tennessee."

"From Nashville?"

I looked at her admonishingly. "Where else?"

She laughed, "Wow, that's a long way to come."

People were openly pointing as they passed us; their mouths not so discreetly covered my brown hands. Brown and black, everywhere I turned.

"It's a small school. All the kids on the reservation come to the Rez School. We learn Quileute and all that shit. You know absolutely everything about everyone when you've been going to school with the same kids forever. But don't worry. You'll stick out fine."

"Hardy har har. You've boosted my self-esteem to new heights."

She looked at the paper in my hands, "Let me see you're schedule."

I handed it to her. "Hmmm . . . looks like you're on the A.P. track too."

I sighed, "Gotta get into college."

"I know it. We have every class together. Except for . . . Physics and Algebra 2."

"Great! I need someone to bitch about econ to."

She looked up. She was glancing at something over my shoulder.

"Hello? Marie?" I asked. She snapped back.

"Off in Never Never Land?"

"Hey! I had a crush on Peter Pan until I was 14. That is no laughing matter."

"God, you freak! But seriously, what are you making moon eyes at?"

"They're here."

I turned around to see what she was looking at. My heart stopped.

A group of Quileute boys were walking in our direction. They all looked relatively the same; with their short black hair, spiked in the front. They were all monstrous, tall with huge muscles. But if you looked closely, you could see differences, like I Spy. One especially big guy had gray eyes and darker skin. The shortest one, it looked like, was about 5' 10" and had the lightest skin tone. One, though, stole my attention.

He was easily 6' 5", not the tallest one in the bunch, but to someone who's 5' 3", he was a giant. His brown eyes were warm and his muscles showed through his black t-shirt. He was gorgeous. His eyes caught mine and it was like the whole world froze. It felt like time stopped.

Just then the 5-minute bell blared.

"Damn you bell!" I lobbed my very dangerous pencil at the red contraption mounted on the ceiling. It did some damage to the paint, nothing more. But a victory just the same.

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Jacob's POV

The pack walked into school quickly. Patrol ran late the night before, and most of us slept in this morning. Though none of us gave a flying shit. The tribal council got us off for any school we chose to miss due to our "sacred duty." I laughed. A girl was so distracted by us that she walked straight into an open locker door. They'd get used to it eventually. We strolled in and started down the hallway. I saw a new pale-face talking to Marie. We had gone out a couple times before I shifted. But I had to stop seeing her when I phased. Now, I'm looking for that girl. My imprint. A girl to love me and stand by my side when I became Alpha.

When I looked at the new chick, it was like the whole world stopped. Nothing mattered, except for her. She was like the center of the world. My world. I had to know her name. I had to know everything about her. Now I was the moon-faced one.

Embry jerked at my arm, "Jacob? JACOB! Hello?" He followed my gaze. "Ummm, Jacob? Did . . . did you just imprint?"

And suddenly, the fantasy ended, "Oh shit."

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Cecily's POV

"Um Cecily? CECILY!" Marie shouted.

"Hmmm . . . what . . . yeah?" I snapped out of my trance.

"Who are you staring at? Are you staring at Jacob Black?"

"Ummm . . . yes?" I said, not really sure of my answer.

"Oooo! Someone has a crush on Jacob!"

"Well, he is pretty cute." I smiled.

"Well don't get your hopes up. I heard he had a crush on a girl from Forks and she broke his heart. He was depressed almost the whole year."

"Oh." How could one girl have that kind of hold on a guy? And just like that, my heart fell. How could someone do that to him? He didn't deserve that. It made me angry. I wanted to go punch this girl's face in. Okay Cecily, think happy thoughts. Maybe I'd be the one going to Never Land.

"And he's a total jackass. We went out three times, and then he just disappeared. He came back a few weeks later, and he wouldn't even look at me."

I shrugged. "Thanks for the heads-up. I'm not gonna be into another guy like that."

She looked at my eyes, like she was searching for something. But she backed off. "Oh my god, Cecily we need to get to class or we're gonna be late on the first day."

I let her drag me along to English. I needed to find out more about this boy named Jacob Black.