A/N: I'm baaaack! Already! WOOT! Well, here is the first chapter of my Seth x OC fic. Please enjoy!

Chapter 1: First Day

My cell phone alarm sang shrilly to wake me up from a fitful sleep. It was much earlier than I wanted, and much earlier than I had woken up for nearly three months. The annoying numbers told me it was six thirty a.m. Also present was a text message from my best friend Aimee. It read:

Hey Kayla, ready to brave the halls as a sophomore? At least we have classes together this year! See you soon!

I smiled and the comforting words helped me gear up to face the day. Aimee always knew what to say to make me smile. She had a way of looking at every situation with humorous sarcasm, and optimism even when being pessimistic. If that makes any sense. She could be in her worst mood ever, and still manage to make me laugh. I tried to return the favor, and she was one of the only people on the planet who understood my weird sense of humor, besides my dad and my little sister Lily. I stayed in bed a little longer and typed out a quick reply to Aimee.

Morning… Unfortunately. I think I'm ready, I have a good feeling about this year. It's a good sign that I was at least able to wake up this morning. LOL.

I pressed the little green send button and sat up, stretching my arms above my head and yawning. I stretched so big I almost threw my phone against the wall. Giggling to myself, I rolled out of bed and crept down the hall to the bathroom to stick my contacts in. Doing this was nice, it was something I had to do every morning, spring, summer, fall, and winter. I always felt better when I was in a routine. After cleaning the left contact in the palm of my hand with the contacts cleaning liquid, I swiftly popped it in, grateful that it went in the first time I tried. The right one would be trickier, for some reason it seemed more sensitive. It went right in on the first try too. I was delighted with the way my morning was going.

Finally looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my, long, layered, honey brown hair looked relatively tangle free. I usually had bags under my blue grey eyes and those were darker than usual, due to a night spent fretting over school the next day, rather than sleeping. However, I was glad to see that my face was pretty free of blemishes, always a plus in the unforgiving world of high school. Me and Aimee were one of the few kids at school who weren't fully Native American, but we had enough in us to let us write Native American on our paper work. However, our skin was only tan, instead of copper or russet, and our hair was light brown. Both of us had bluish eyes too. We could almost pass as cousins.

I sighed as I took in my pudgy body. Everyone insisted that I wasn't fat, but I had myself convinced that I was. Even though I was a fairly towering five feet, eight plus inches at only fourteen years old, I couldn't seem to comprehend that I wad just a big person in general, right down to my size eleven feet. My doctor didn't even bother me as much anymore, because as an avid softball pitcher, I tended to have a lot of muscle, adding weight to my tall form. But I was stubborn, and always felt awful about my body. Luckily, this year I was wearing clothes that fit me, instead of the size too big clothes I usually wore. Once I realized that baggy clothes were making me look bigger, I opted for baby doll tops and jeans that fit the right way. Also, I found cute flats that made my feet look smaller. Grinning from the sudden confidence boost I had just gained, I made my way down the hall back to my room to change into school clothes.

Once I was dressed in a light blue top with navy blue edges, I went to wake up my mom. She was a stay at home mom, taking care of me and my sister. Before I even made it in her room, my energetic yellow lab Daisy bounded up to me. I rubbed her back and her head, trying to keep her from jumping up on me, or drooling on my new shirt. When she was finally calmed down, I made my way over to my mom.

"Mom." I said quietly, gently shaking her shoulder. "Wake up! First day of school, I don't want to be late." She groaned and turned over. "No Mom, you can't sleep. You need to wake up." She hated Monday mornings as much as I did, and she was harder to wake up. Plus, she usually needed at least ten minutes to be fully awake enough to drive anywhere. Giving her one last shake, she finally rolled back over, her eyes open. She swung her leg over the edge of the bed and rose tiredly to her feet. I walked out of her room and downstairs, to let Daisy outside and eat a quick breakfast.

Breakfast was usually a granola bar. Easy to carry, generally yummy, and enough substance to it to last me to lunch. I munched away and strolled outside to where Daisy was chasing bugs and my mom was smoking her usual morning cigarette. Yuck. I glared at her and went back inside, avoiding the disgusting smell, as well as the dangerous secondhand smoke. I threw the granola bar wrapper into the garbage and went upstairs to brush my teeth and hair. I reached for the hair tie I usually carried, but I remembered the fateful day when my mom had decided that she was tired of seeing my hair up. She took all of my hair ties and hid them in her room, only giving them back for softball and then making me return it afterwards. So, against my will, I would be wearing my hair down.

Slipping my blue denim flats on, I went to pick up my new school bag. It was canvas, plain cream colored with navy blue straps. All my new supplies were crammed in for the day, four new notebooks, my old calculator, and plenty of pencils. At my school, we had four classes a day, alternating every other day between different classes. I had choir, health, drawing, and honors English today, and Spanish 3-4, Chemistry, Algebra II, and Government/Economics tomorrow. I had all of these with Aimee, miraculously, after having no classes with her freshman year.

I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 7:25. I found my mom sitting in her armchair in her room, gazing at a TV that wasn't even on. I rolled my eyes and kicked her flip flops over to her feet. She slipped them on, and trudged down the hall to my sisters room, right between her room and my room. Lily always insisted on being in the middle. I could hear my sister groaning just like my mom had. I looked out the window and noticed that the sky was pretty clear, but I didn't know why I was surprised. For some reason, I had a habit of thinking that school automatically meant gray skies and rain. I could hear the shower water start for my sister, just as I was walking out my front door. My mom followed shortly after and I climbed, actually more like fell, into the passenger seat of my moms small 1993 Pontiac Firebird. I truthfully hated the car, but people at school ooh and ah over it every year. I don't even think it's that nice of a car, it just looks like it.

We had to wait in the driveway for nearly five minutes just waiting for the windows to un fog, and five minutes on a school morning was a lot. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was almost 7:45. School started at eight and we weren't even on the road!

"Mom!" I whined. "I'm going to be late!" Luckily my first class, encore, aka sophomore choir, was in the same room as freshman choir had been in.

"Kayla, the school is two minutes down the road. Would you rather have the car crash because I can't see out the window?" Moms famous temper was flaring, so I muttered a soft apology. We finally pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road. My phone buzzed in my hand. My mom looked at me wildly.

"Who are you texting already?!" She practically screamed. My mom hated texting for some reason.

"Um, Aimee, like usual…" Aimee was the only one I ever texted.

"Whatever." She said, more to herself than anyone. I had no clue why my mom was so paranoid. I never got in trouble, I had all A's in honors classes, was good at my sport, and my friends were the same way. Sometimes I wondered if she just really liked yelling. Finally looking at my text messages, I gasped at what I read.

OMG… Seth Clearwater had a growth spurt! He's like over six feet tall now!

Wow. Seth used to be tiny! Like barely my height. Must be a pretty big difference if Aimee, one of the most unconcerned with boys girl you would ever meet, noticed it. We made it to my high school with ten minutes before the bell, and I speed walked into the school, past the auditorium, and to the small music wing of the building. It only had a few rooms. A band room, the choir room, offices for the teachers, and storage rooms. Aimee was waiting for me in the choir room, a seat saved for me and everything.

"It's so nice to see you Aimee! We didn't get to see each other at all this summer!" Aimee was a tennis player so she had lessons all summer plus I had softball all summer.

"Yeah! About time school started…" I nodded and we sat there waiting for our eccentric choir teacher to arrive. Ms. Kaydence was the kind of choir teacher who would come in, get ready, and warm our voices up with a unique blend of arm flapping and face making, as well as goofy sayings that helped our diction. Lucky for us, she only wanted to refresh our memories one each others names and pass out our music. Next was health, which was bound to be easy, but awkward and gross at times. All that teacher did was prattle on about her expectations for the year and stuff. Finally it was lunch. We both had to brave the mob that was the cafeteria to get our lunches. Most of the upperclassmen went off campus for lunch. You would think that the cafeteria would be empty with half the school gone, but the freshman and sophomores sufficiently filled it past overflowing.

I decided on a taco salad, and Aimee chose a chicken Caesar salad. Hers was grab and go while mine had to have each topping added, so she waited patiently off to the side while I waited for the slow lunch lady. Once I got my food, we quickly went over to the salad bar, which was in between the line to pay for our food. It was humorous to call it a salad bar, when the only lettuce there was shredded lettuce for the hamburgers and chicken burgers. The salad bar was really more of a fruit bar. Here you could find apples, bananas, oranges, pineapples in little cups, fruit cocktail in little cups, and sometimes even fresh melon or kiwi. You could also find small cups of pasta salad, potato salad, or cottage cheese. Our school did their best to offer healthy food. However, it wasn't always tasty enough to actually eat.

"Hmm." Aimee said. "Actually looks pretty good today!" "Surprising! Maybe it's just been my diet of lean pockets and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that are affecting my judgment."

We both laughed and slowly inched forward in line. It was particularly slow that day because of the freshman who weren't familiar with the ID number they would need to pay with their lunches with. We finally made it up close enough to pay, grabbing a mini carton of milk, and made our way to the condiment stand. All we needed were a pair of forks, but we had to shove our way through the frantic people trying to fill their plate with ketchup and ranch. We frantically dodged the flying condiments, literally, and my fingers finally reached the plastic forks. I grabbed two and we high tailed it out of the cafeteria, off to our safe place in the English and social studies hallway. We sat against a row of lockers and dug into our lunch.

Aimee was diabetic, so she needed to check her blood sugar before she ate. She pulled out her kit, withdrew the little blood reading machine, and inserted a test strip into the top. She poked her finger, putting the tiny drop of blood up to the test strip, and waited for the machine to give her the blood sugar reading. She had a pump instead of shots, which meant she could control her insulin better and she didn't have to bring shots to school. Her small bottle of insulin in the actual pump rested at her hip clipped to her jeans in a cell phone case and a thin tube ran to her body, where a small set fed the insulin into her body. She had to change the set every few days which had a small needle, but I was sure she preferred that to shots every day. She calculated how much insulin she needed for her meal, punched the number into the machine, and that was that. She ate the same foods I ate, same portions and everything. If you didn't see her pump, you wouldn't know the difference between her and just a regular girl. It was funny to watch peoples faces when she poked her finger though.

We chattered meaninglessly for a while, when one of the best things I had ever seen in my life walked through the hallway. Seth Clearwater, taller, more muscular, and more down to Earth than he had been the year before. He was at least six foot three, if not more. He was muscled like a football player or a wrestler. Usually joking around or acting really wild, well most boys did that but still… Anyway, he had this aura of focus and stability around him that I had never seen before. And even me, Kayla the not boy crazy, could say he was at least cute, maybe even handsome. I admired his russet Quileute skin and his short, black hair. Some part of my subconscious tried to warn me that I was staring, but I couldn't look away. And then, he turned towards me and made eye contact, and both of us froze. I couldn't even remember how to breathe.

A/N: There you have it! Nice and long! :D Please drop me a review to let me know how you like it!