Chapter 1

Oh, darn it! I dropped my glasses, again, in the La Push High School hallway. Luckily, it was empty so I didn't have to worry about someone stepping on- CRACK! Yeah, never mind. I guess I'll just feel my way to the office. Once I got there, after bumping into walls and lockers, Ms. Daniels, the secretary, instantly helped me find a seat. She's a nice lady.

"Again, Raine? How many times are you going to break or lose you're glasses? This is the second time this month. You honestly need to consider some contacts, sweetie," Ms. Daniels said once she sat me in a chair.

"I-I have con-considered c-contacts, Ms. D-Daniels. I j-just ha-have to f-find the time t-to purchase th-them," I said timidly. Ms. Daniels smiled softly at my bashfulness.

"Oh, Raine. You're such a nice girl. Tell you what; I'll take you shopping for some new contacts. I'll pay."

"Oh, n-no, Ms. Daniels. Y-you, you d-don't-"

"Nonsense! We'll go tomorrow, okay? Mkay, now let's call your mom for your spare glasses. River won't be happy that you broke another pair of glasses."

I laughed softly and thanked the blurry Ms. Daniels.

This is how it is every month or so. My name is Raine Waters, the stereotypical nerd with the big glasses, braces, and shy personality. The only person I really talk to is Sadie Martinez, my best friend since preschool, but sometimes, meaning three times a week, she ditches school leaving me stuck eating alone at lunchtime. Sadie always says that I should be having guys lining up at my doorstep because of my "killer bod" but I have no idea what she's talking about.

I'm a 28 A cup in breast size, my blue braces are hideous, my glasses take over my face, I wear a size 6 in pants and a small in shirts, my butt isn't anything special, my hair is annoyingly wavy and long down my back, I have china bangs but it makes me look younger than I already am, I'm 5 foot, and the worst part of all this is that I stutter. Really bad.

My mom got me into speech therapy when I was little but it didn't work out for some reason. All I remember is my mom saying curse words to my speech therapist because he kept touching my hair and arms, then the police came and took my struggling speech therapist away. My daddy said that my speech therapist was a pedophile and needed to go to jail for the rest of his life. I was about 4 years old then.

Anyway, back to my nerdy, boring self. I'm a really quiet person, so quiet that people often forget I'm there and jump when they see I'm right next to them. I can't blame them though, I'm a mousy person. That's another thing. I'm way to nice. Sadie says so too because whenever she's in a crappy mood and she snaps nastily at me, I always apologize and then I forgive her saying that I should have stayed out of her way. She's tried to get me to stand up for myself and speak up but I say that I am completely fine with being a nice person. Especially to Scarlet Summers, the, as Sadie refers to her as, "bitchy-slut-from-the-devil's-personal-pit-of-eternal-hell". Now, I just call her a mean person but she is very close to being a meaner thing.

She constantly bullies me when Sadie is and isn't there which means she's pretty brave to go against Sadie. Scarlet always calls me names, copies my tests and homework, throws my lunch away when I don't even get half way done with it, and is one of the reasons my glasses break constantly; she breaks them. Then, she lets me walk, quite literally, blindly to the office so I can get a spare from my mom. She especially bothers me at work. I work at this small town diner where most of the high school kids go after school to hang out or study. I think Scarlet goes there to personally torture me. My boss, Macy Adams, always kicks her out if she gets too disrespectful or too rowdy. Ms. Macy is very scary when she wants to be but other times, she's just a little strict. Well, back to the current situation.

Ms. Daniels called my mom and told her about my glasses and Ms. Daniels told me that she said she would bring a spare up to the school in 30minutes. My mom also said that she wasn't happy about me breaking my glasses on a Tuesday of all days. My mother is super duper worry wart. She took me to the doctor when I got my first paper cut because she thought I would excessively bleed. She went crazy when I bit my tongue and said that I had to drink my food for a month. She annoys me sometimes but I still love her to bits. My mom finally made it to my school and gave me my spare glasses, telling me to be more careful.

"Oh and you have a orthodontist appointment someone so you might be late first period. Can you write a pass for Raine for tomorrow?" My mom asked Ms. Daniels. She nodded and wrote out my pass for today, since I spent 20minutes in the office waiting for my mom and not in 5th period, and a pass for tomorrow.

"Okay, have to get to work now. Bye, Raine! Love you!" She said, giving me a quick hug and then leaving in a hurry.

Ms. Daniels gave me my pass."Here you go, hon. Be careful this time, okay?"

"Okay, I-I w-will," I said, adjusting my glasses and walking out of the office to go to class. In the hall, I saw Paul Maraz, a very popular, hot tempered jock, storming down the hallway towards my direction. He was shaking a lot in anger. I hide my face and hurried out of his way. He didn't notice me move. He was so focused on Jared Matthews, another very popular jock but was very nice and Paul's best friend, who looked just as angry. I could see that this was going to be a big fight so I hurriedly went to my class, which was right next to the oncoming fight, and gave my pass to my history teacher. Then I heard yelling and the sound of people hitting the lockers then our entrance doors opening and closing.

The class started yelling and shouting, wondering what had happened. I just sat in my seat quietly next to the window where I promised I heard in the woods, the howl of a wolf. After the teacher, Mrs. Sanders, got her class under control, she started the lessons. I took notes and listened to her talk about Economics. Then the bell rang and I went to my next class which was gym. That went by fast and kids were still gossiping about what happened with the fight in the hallway. After gym was over, everyone went home while I got ready for work. Scarlet wouldn't be there today because of a family vacation in France, thank you, Jesus, so I was happy to go to work. Work was hectic as usual with demanding teens and co-workers but all together, it was a good work day.

It was my turn to close up the diner so when everyone went home, I stayed and locked up everything before starting my walk to my house. It was dark outside and I was scared of walking in the dark back home. Yes, I know I'm a senior who doesn't have a car and is still afraid of the dark but that's just me. I heard a car coming up behind me and I turned to see who it was.

"Hey, baby sis! Watcha' doin' walkin' out at night in this weather?" Well, it was late October in Washington, so it was pretty freezing.

"H-Hey, R-Ry-Ryan!" I stuttered out, the cold making it worse.

"Still stutterin' I see. Get in, I'll drive ya home," Ryan offered. Ryan was my 24 year old big brother who couldn't stay with one girl for more than a week. He was a charmer and usually went for the, uh, well-developed girls. He was tall with a silly smirk on his face but also had a mean side. He would beat up anyone who tried to mess with him or his family. Except if you were a girl, then he would really mean things that would make you cry and he wouldn't care.

I got in his blue Mustang and we drove home, chatting about my school life and his life.

"So, you still a bookworm, Raindrop?" He asked. That was his nickname for me.

"Y-yes, y-you know it," I replied. "I-I-I bro-broke m-my glasses again to-today."

"Damn, again? You always were a klutz. Or did that Violet chick mess with you again?"

"Sc-Scarlet, n-not Violet, Ryan," I corrected.

"Whatever the bitch's name is, did she do it this time?" He asked.

"N-No. She, she's on va-vacation with fa-family in Fr-France."

"About fucking time she left. Nobody want her slutty bitch-ass-"

"Ryan, n-naughty words." Ryan grinned.

"Oh, yeah. You against 'naughty words'. How much do I have to put in the cursing jar now?"

"Ten d-dollars."

"Wow, I'm gettin' better. Used to be 70 bucks. I'll just cuss when I'm not around you. Then, I won't be so broke all the time," Ryan said, grinning his silly grin. I laughed softly as we drove into the driveway of our house. Our house was sort of small for a three bedroom, two bathroom, and two family room two story house. My parents made Ryan's old room the guest room.

"Mom, Pop, brought Raine home. I owe ten dollars to the swear jar," Ryan announced dropping a ten in the swear jar. I started to have a swear for my family in fifth grade and have never owed money from swearing. I've filled up 20 cursing jars which my family all contributed to.

"You've gotten better, son," Daddy commented from the couch in the living room. He was taller than Ryan and buffer, but he also looked older and wiser. Laugh lines imprinted themselves next to his eyes, giving off that he was a happy person. I was his little girl who he loved to pieces and his number 1 person to watch golf with."How was school and work today, baby girl?"

"G-Good. A-A lot of business t-today," I replied, first kissing my daddy's cheek, then my mom's. I went up to my room and changed into my pajamas. Then, my cellphone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Baby cakes! How are ya?" Sadie asked.

"H-Hey, Sadie. I'm f-fine. I-I-I broke m-my gl-glasses again today."

"Dude, get some contacts. It'll save your mom's money and bring out those beautiful big brown orbs out from beneath those glasses of yours," Sadie said. Always making me blush.

"Ms. Daniels says sh-she'll buy m-me so-some tomorrow."

"That bitch never offered me anything! Oops! Two dollars for the swear jar. Sorry, Raine."

"It's o-okay."

"Well, I have to go. Mom's tellin' me to do my homework, like she really cares. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm goin' with you and Ms. Daniels to get you some contacts. Love ya, babe. Bye."

"Bye, S-Sadie." I hung up and got my backpack and walked over to my desk. My room was kinda special.

A couple of stuffed animals, okay a lot of stuffed animals, rested on top of and to the side of my black desk, my closet door had full length mirror on it, my bed was against the back wall in the middle, and my walls were painted exactly like the forest outside. Ryan painted it when I was 12 years old. He's a great artist and could have went professional with it, but he said he was too lazy to work.

As I was saying, my walls were painted as the forest and my ceiling was painted as the stars at night. It was a little ironic because i afraid of the dark and the painting made it dark at. It's really cool though because when I go to sleep, I feel like I'm camping with the nature around me. I loved nature. It calms me and even helps as a study place when I do my homework. That's why I asked Ryan to paint my room as a forest. He agreed without hesitation.

I started working on my homework for Calculus when I wondered about Paul Maraz. I wondered if he got suspended again or if he was just sent to the office for fighting Jared Matthews. Jared had changed over the past week. He went missing for two weeks claiming to be sick and when he came back, he was more muscular and mean looking and he cut his hair. Most of the guys here never cut their hair so it was shocking to see that he did. Then, another strange thing happened. He started talking to and following Kim Conweller, a fellow nerd but not as extreme because she had way more friends than me, who was crushing on him for most of her life. They hung out more and more and I guess Paul become jealous because Jared wouldn't talk to him yet he would talk to Kim. Maybe that was why he was so irate.

Paul was always angry it seemed. Whether it be someone talking badly about him or something as simple as someone saying no to lending him a pencil, would become angry. Whenever he wasn't mad, he was being immensely silly with his football friends or flirting shamelessly with a girl and/or two. He had the reputation of being "great in bed", whatever that meant, and was the school's most handsome boy for all four years that he here. He even surpassed all senior heartthrobs last year. He was a very good-looking guy. Oh, who am I kidding? He's mouth-watering! I feel dirty for thinking such a thing but it was true. He had a charming smiling that got out of trouble with his teachers, beautiful brown eyes that were slightly squinted from laughing a lot, had a toned body of a football player, and his voice was deep and sultry and he had the words to go with it. I heard a girl say he told her to meet him in the closet during 2nd period and that she practically came at his voice. I didn't know "came" is, but I suspected it was dirty.

Although he was indeed very attractive, he was also indeed very scary. Well, to me at least. When he gets that angry look in his eyes, I feel like he could tear me apart just by saying the word "die". I've even had nightmares of him hurting me even though he's never really spoke to me. There was one time in kindergarten when we had to make compliment cards for each other. It was a partner assignment and we were partners. I gave him a red card saying that I thought he was the fastest runner in the class. He took it, mumbling a thanks. Then, he gave me his blue card grudgingly and inside it said how he liked my glasses saying that they were a great mirror for him. That was the last time I spoke to him.

I wasn't that hungry so I finished my last problem and went to bed. In the morning, I woke up and took a shower since it was already 6:30a.m. and school started at 7:50a.m. It was a 15 minute walk from my house to school and I always got there at about 7:20a.m. My shower took 20minutes and then I got dressed in a white tank top with a Stanford State jacket over it and black faded skinny jeans then some tan Uggs. I said bye to my parents and walked out to unexpectedly find Sadie's red Volks Wagon Bug.

"Hey, Sleeping Sexy! Ready for school? What am I saying? Of course you are, you love school!" She said while I got into her car. She peeled out of the driveway and headed to school.

Sadie was... a different child. Her hair was buzzed in the back, a little longer on top, and then two long locks of hair in the front which had the ends dyed half purple and half red. She was taller than my 5foot frame by 6inches, was more developed in the curves section, had and athletic build from playing basketball, and had piercings on her eyebrow, bottom lip, and bellybutton.

She asked me about what went on at school yesterday and I told her that Paul and Jared got into a fight. She asked what for but I told I had know idea.

"Okay then. So, have any dreams I need to know about?" She questioned me. I shook my head no."No nightmares of Paul?"

"N-No."

"No sex dreams of Paul?" I blushed madly and hide my face.

"N-No! I-I-I c-could never, n-never dream of P-Paul i-in such a ma-manner!"

Sadie laughed as we pulled up to La Push High School. We went to the office to get Sadie's passes for missing yesterday and Monday.

" 'Sup, Daniels," Sadie said, casually sitting on Ms. Daniels desk. Ms. Daniels rolled her eyes.

"Adams. What the excuse this time? Get high in another state? Saw a talking llama in Seattle? And how many times do I have to tell you to get off my desk?" Ms. Daniels questioned with a tired expression.

"None, but I don't really care. Who's stoppin' me really? Anyways I didn't come 'cause I didn't wanna see the principal's face. Randy just irritates me," Sadie explained while glaring at the principal's office. Principal Dawson ans Sadie weren't the best of friends. She almost fought him when he took her i Phone away for texting in class.

"Original. Here's your passes. Oh and Raine?" I looked up at her. "Remember we're going to the store to get you some contact lenses today okay? Wait, don't you have a orthodontist appointment to be at?"

"It's a-at 8:15. S-Sadie might h-h-have t-to take me," I said.

"Sure, baby cakes. I'll drive you there. I like messin' with the receptionist there. He's so cute," Sadie said, hopping off Ms. Daniels' desk.

"B-Bye, Ms. D-Daniels."

"Deuces, Daniels."

We walked out and went to her car. When got to the appointment on time. My orthodontist informed me that I was to have my braces removed in January which made me smile since my birthday was in February. After that, Sadie took us out to celebrate partially because she skipped breakfast and was starving. She can really eat a lot.

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands when a shoulder bumped me into the hallway way.

"Oops. I thought were a dork I knew, your just a nobody. Sorry for mistaking you," a sickeningly sweet voice said. Scarlet Summers. I thought she would still be gone for another week.

"Scarlet," I acknowledged quietly.

"Stutter Stacy," she replied. "Hey, I'm having a party this weekend and I want you to tell your brother that he's invited."

"He don't want you, bitch," Sadie said with a mean glare, coming out of no where to defend me.

"Whatever, Lesbian. Just tell him he's invited, not you. Got that, Pissing Cloud?" She threatened and walked away towards the exit doors.

"That slut... wanna kill her... throw her body in a lake..." Sadie mumbled with a lethal look in her eyes.

I shook of the conversation and washed my hands. When I came back out, I spotted Sadie sitting at a table with a salad that she bought for me. I sat down with her and a number was called. She got up to get her food and the exit doors opened. I looked over and froze in shock and fear. It was Paul Maraz, looking meaner and buffer and taller like Jared Matthews. He scared me even more, but at the same time, he was even more gorgeous than before.

So, tell me what you think! Should I continue? Should I stop? Should I stop my writing career and become a professional hobo? This is my first fanfic so be as critical as you want. I thrive for it! Please review! I will give you Paul plush toys!

Paul: no u wont. u dont own them.

me: thats wut u think.

Paul: 0_o

me: review plz!