yes, i told you i was done. but SummerAndWinter suggested an idea that was too funny to pass up. sorry 'bout the cussing, but this is Juliette we're talking about. this really is the end, so don't beg for more. and, yes, you get more disclaimer fun! whee!

Disclaimer. Stephenie Meyer is 35. I'm 15. Stephenie Meyer is from Arizona. I'm from Colorado. Stephenie Meyer creates original characters. I steal said original characters. If by now you haven't realized I'm not Stephenie Meyer, you really need a brain scan. (And since I'm not SM, I don't get Jasper. Sigh...)

thanks for reading! oh, btw, read my sister (willowgrace511)'s first Twilight story! it's a oneshot about Edward called "Want." read it cuz it's great! lovelovelove, m

Juliette rolls her eyes at the unnamed admirer leers at her in silence. She cannot believe her effin' bad luck. That nasty bitch, Renesmee, and her little friends had gotten Juliette in trouble with the unforgiving Mr. Pattinson.

And she's sitting, pissed and fuming, in detention.

It's only been fifteen minutes, and already, Juliette is bored to tears. They're not allowed to read or do homework (like Juliette would read for fun anyway. She sees all those losers with their faces buried in that retarded vampire book, Twilight, and she does not want to become a geek loser). Then, Juliette's mouth turns up into a smile. She's never been told not to paint her nails.

She picks up her H&M bag and digs through the mini zip pocket where she keeps her makeup kit. She shoves aside the Chanel eyeliners and the MAC lip glosses until she finds her favorite Essie Nail Lacquer in Watermelon and paints a solid line down the middle of her thumbnail.

The pervert from before is now looking down Juliette's shirt as she bends forward to coat her nails evenly. She shoots him a so-out-of-my-league glare before continuing. Perv reaches forward, probably trying to touch Juliette's boobs, and accidentally knocks into the polish bottle. It topples, and Juliette watches in horror as it settles.

All. Over. Her. New. A&F. Pants.

Juliette screams, "You asshole! Do you see what you effin' did to my BRAND NEW PANTS?"

"God, Jules, chill," Perv says, holding his hands up defensively.

"DON'T. CALL. ME. JULES!" Juliette's voice practically breaks the sound barrier.

"Juliette, please keep quiet," scolds Mr. Lautner, the teacher on duty. "And watch your language."

"Ugh!" Juliette huffs. She grab's Perv's shirt and tears his sleeve off, fueled by her rage.

"What the hell?" Perv demands in a whisper. Juliette haughtily ignores him and uses the sleeve to mop up the bright pink mess off her jeans. The nail polish is too lost to be saved, and Juliette holds a moment of silence for it as she wipes away the last of the pink. When she's done, she lobs Perv's sleeve at him. It hits his face, leaving a satisfactory pink smudge on his forehead and eyebrow.

"Juliette." Mr. Lautner looks up. "Please."

Juliette explodes. "Shut the fuck up! You all suck! You and Renesmee-fucking-Cullen! You should all go die and ROT IN HELL!" she yells. Without looking back, Juliette scoops her bag into her arms and flees detention.

Mr. Pattinson is waiting outside the door for her. Damn. "Good afternoon, Juliette. I trust you got it all out of your system?"

Juliette glares wordlessly.

"I'm afraid you'll be facing suspension now," continues Mr. Pattinson.

Juliette's face hardens. Why can't she luck out, just once? When she closes her eyes, she sees Renesmee's face smirking behind her bronze-coated lids. She opens them, not wanting to see that bitch, and then notices only her left hand has been manicured.

Of all the effin' luck.