A/N: Yes, that annoying, computer illiterate girl is massacring the world of sanity again. Please excuse her, because she loves her Sethykins muchly.
Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, who do you think the main lead is gonna be? You're absolutely right: Seth Clearwater. Not sparkly Edward (boo!!!)
IN WHICH OUR HEROINE LEARNS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE BARBEQUED
Monday, 13th February, 2009. 9:49 am: Trigonometry
The whole class is still staring at me. Shit. Maybe if I keep writing, and look all studious, they'll think I'm the nerdy type who does homework early. As in, so early that I do my homework before it's been assigned.
9:53 am.
I will not look at him.
9:55 am.
Oh my God, he is truly gorgeous. Something like this would only happen to me. The guy who sits next to me is Adonis re-incarnated.
Oops, he saw me staring. And promptly began glowering again.
10:02 am
He's such a jerk. I can't even freaking concentrate.
4:30 pm.
On hindsight, I guess my first day at La Push High School, La Push wasn't all bad. English was nice, with a cute introduction to the class. Bio was mostly orientation, what with everyone feeling new when it came to the stupid subject.
Oh yeah, and my Trig. desk partner is all about huge, enigmatic dark eyes and black hair curling tantalizingly against his neck. Which I can't stop noticing.
The trouble is, he always notices me noticing his godlike beauty, and glares at me. Which I think is unfair, because Kim says that normally, he's all sun and fun with everyone else.
I am so screwed.
I mean, didn't I get the highest marks for Trig back at my old school? Do you know why that was? That was because I shared a desk with Dell Ridge, who was a nerd to the truest sense of the word, with a scrawny build and huge glasses, who occasionally let me copy off him when I was down. I just automatically assumed that my luck would shine through and the same thing would happen to me in this wet little reservation, too.
Instead, it all blows up in my face and I get him.
He's the complete package, folks: thick, long dark hair, a well-sculpted body just visible enough through his white tee to make me freeze and gape, smoldering eyes, the works.
And oh yeah, for some totally unexplained reason, he seems to despise me.
Just my luck.
Can you freaking believe this????? This is so not fair. Can you believe that he actually flinched away from me when I sat down next to him? And then glared at me until I felt like a charred piece of wood?
And it was totally not the I-know-you-want-me-you-know-I-want-you type of glaring. More like why-the-hell-are-you-staring-at-me-you-freak-grr-you-make-me-wanna-kill-you type of glaring.
Plus, I can tell he's totally not the kind of guy who just broods all day. This was confirmed by Kim's revelation. Kim considers herself the Ultimate Insider when it comes to the hotties of LPHS, just because she's dating this popular jock called Jared. Jared, it turns out, travels in the exact same social circle as Seth Clearwater. Then, she went on to inform me that Seth was so taken. By his sister's Igor-like sidekick, nonetheless.
As if I cared.
I am so screwed. Trust me, it's not fun. And it's just my first day.
Tuesday, 14th February, 2009. 12:00 noon. Intro to Modern Lit.
Shit. Guess whose sitting in front of me, fists clenched like he wants to hit something (per example, me) really, really bad.
It's like Seth Clearwater is my own personal hell, designated to haunt the rest of my educational life. I'll never get in college.
12:04 pm
He has honey-colored highlights in his hair. It's like he has sun-kissed hair.
Gah, Modern Lit getting at me.
12:07
Hey, maybe that means I'm not gonna flunk this subject, at least.
Hear that, ye gods of irony? Your minion ain't gonna take this gal down!!!!!!!!!
Ooh, we're doing Robert Frost. I love Frost. Fire and Ice reminds me of Clearwater. That aloof, icy persona, and that bright fire as he glowers at me. Like he is doing now.
Seriously, I feel like I'm being barbecued.
12:27 pm.
Alert: a whole troop of sizzlingly-hot guys just shuffled into the classroom as soon as the bell rang, and are huddled around Clearwater. Am pretending to be minding my own business while being on full Nancy Drew mode. Thus far, their conversation has gone like this:
Tallest guy: Seth, what's going on?
Clearwater: (makes annoyed noise, and glares at me. I can feel his eyes scorch my back) Nothing.
Guy No.1: Aw, c'mon. we know something's wrong. Spill it, little bro.
At this point, I splutter inwardly. Little brother? He made it sound like Clearwater was a helpless little boy being picked on by bullies. Excuse me?
Tallest guy: Maybe we should take it outside.
Dang, had they noticed me listening? But you can't blame me. This is all extremely intriguing. And as a former investigative reporter, I felt it my duty to find out.
Dear God, I'mwillingto stalk him.
I'm a trainwreck.
I need chocolate. Lots of it.
12:57 pm.
Mmmmmm, chocolate muffin of much chocolatey goodness. I'm just staring at it for now, trying to get my brain to concentrate on what Embry is saying.
You see, I met Kim and Trina when I barreled into the cafeteria in desperate search of chocolate. We were soon met with Kim's gallant lover, Jared (whom I called Jerry by accident, much to his inexplicable chagrin) along with some of his minions, including none other than the tall guy who talked to Clearwater. He was obviously the leader of their little pack, and I wondered for a minute whether it was just because he was the tallest among them. Turned out he's a nice guy overall. Our first (and thus far, only) conversation went like this:
Him: Hey, there. You're new, right? I'm Jake.
Me: (looks around just to ascertain he's talking to me) Uh. Yeah, I'm new. I'm Charley.
Him: (smiles and nods) I've seen you 'round. You're in Mushrooms' Bio class, right?
Me: (vaguely remembering cute girl with weird name) Think so.
Him: Cool. See ya around, 'kay?
Me: (coming to the conclusion that he and Clearwater aren't related) Um. Sure. See ya.
The whole thing was nine kinds of weird, if you ask me. Unless Broody hadn't told Jake about the whole I-hate-Charley-Ducote-for-no-apparent-reason thing, of course. Or maybe Jake is just naturally clear-headed.
Somehow, I doubted it.
I just decided to let it all go for now and surrendered to the lure of the Incredible Chocolate Muffin.
A/N: Await much Seth-y goodness. There will be chocolate, and Seth. Often together. Because who can resist the combined forces of chocolate and Seth Clearwater?
And to all those who may think this is a lame imprint story: It isn't.
Thoughts?