In Between Love and Hate

Chapter 1

I sat up stiff as a board, and cried out in pain. I watched as Jake ran to the top of the stairs, not ready as usual, to see me, ready, a giant heap at the bottom of the stairs. He ran down the stairs scooped me up, and ran out the door, before running back in before laying his varsity jacket over me. I held my breath from the pain, and I winced with every stride he took. Once at Sam and Emily's house, he took me inside quickly and not so carefully, causing me to back my wrist against the door. He laid me across the sofa, and Emily walked in, a smile on her face, before she saw me. She took my wrist in her hand, and I held back a scream.

"Be lucky it isn't broken Veronica..." She tisked, before shooing Jake out and closing the blinds of the windows. She walked calmly to a basket and pulled out a black tank top, and pulled off my shirt, and I sighed from the pain. She pulled the black tank top over my head for me, and adjusted the straps. She digged in a bag, and pulled out a wrist brace. She took my right hand, and nestled it on the soft plastic sheild, before pulling the wrist sock over top of it, and strapping the black straps onto the velcro. She smiled and patted my hand and handed my a full bottle of Tylenol.

"Have a good day at school Veronica!" She called and I pulled Jake's varsity jacket on before pushing the sleeves up. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, and Jake walked in chomping loudly on a bagel. Taking a ninja bite, he looked shocked when I stood there licking the cream cheese and grape jelly from my lips.

"Come on sis, you can wear my jacket today, I'll stop at the house to get you a shirt if you want?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's cool bro." I shrugged and I jumped on his back, and laced my legs and arms around him. He laughed loudly, and started running to La Push high. I'm Veronica, Veronica Lila Black, girl age fifteen, junior. My fave colors green, and I used to be bullied, by none other than Paul Lahote, one of my older brother's gang buddies. But you know, it's perfectly alright, I don't exactly care. Three years in Paris, France can change a girl. I lost a lot of weight, and I learned the meaning of style... But right now, I'm wearing desginer black super skinny jeans, a Target camisole, a La Push varsity jacket with the words 'Jacob Black' on the back with 'quarterback' in tiny letters underneath, a pair of ankle high black Gucci lace-up booted heels, and my hair perfectly straight. My make-up was okay today I guess, foundation, water proof blackest black mascara, black/brown eyeliner on bottom, and pink lip gloss.

Running a french manicured hand through my hair, Jake sat me down and I tugged at the wrist and hand brace. It started at my knuckles and ended five inches from my wrist. Jake and I seperated but not before him kissing my cheek and handing me my bag, which I didn't even realize he was carrying. Smearing a little more lip gloss across my lips, I kept my head held high, and walked straight into the parking lot, and that's when chaos began. Wolf whistles, sexual grunts, dudes pointing at the crotches... Girls texting furiously on their phones, whilst glaring at me, which I didn't understand I always have to look at my phone when I text but whatever. Girls, pouting and trying to get their boyfriend's attention back to them, and girls just being girls. Shrugging, I realized I was the only "pale-face" of this school. Something Jake warned me about being. I sometimes wish he wasn't a senior, his friends don't exactly know about me, but the second I passed his friends, I heard Embry Call ask a question about me.

"Dude Jake? Why's the junior wearing your jacket?" And Jake just didn't answer. I stopped at my locker briefly, not having any thing to do their, and slammed it shut. I glanced at the clock and then at my pretty little schedulue.

Block 1-2 Study Hall

Block 3 Senior Advanced Chorus

Block 4 French I

Block 5 Senior Science

Block 6 Senior Lunch/Advanced Speaking

Block 7 Senior Advanced Math

Block 8 Senior Advanced History

Block 9 Free Period

Block 10 Senior Gym

Great. Gosh, why am I even in FRENCH CLASS!?????? And then what the hell is Speaking class? Well two hours with nothing to do, cool. Just my luck. Moving a thin piece of hair away from my eyes, I sat cross legged on a bench, my bag next to me, playing Temple Run.

And then I heard a growl, and with that I looked up. To see none other than Paul Lahote. He looked like he wanted to kiss me or something... Freak.