Jacob Black's Playmate; Edward Cullen's Singer

Chapter 1-Starting Off in Forks

Chapter 1- Starting Off in Forks

The weather in Forks always reminds me of London. Washington State was never known for its bright weather. Unfortunately, it is not large like London. A part of me wishes I was born in there instead. I would be British and have a better chance at the world.

Unlike now. My freelance writer of a mother barely notices me and my marine biologist father spends more time in the ocean than on land. I don't think he could tell the difference though.

The rainy season in Forks makes you wish for a drought. And unfortunately I had to be caught in it every morning for a drive to school.

I found a parking space and opened my umbrella.

Once I stepped through the halls I was immediately reminded of my junior year from all the banners and placards in my homeroom. Our teacher, Mrs. Wexler, was ecstatic. Unlike her students, who'd rather not be reminded. Junior year at Forks' High School was the second hardest of all.

She clasped her hands together and gazed around the room. "It's so nice to see all of your faces again!" She ambled back around her desk and started scrawling on the board while the students discussed. Homeroom was actually time to study but it was useless, except for the brainiacs in the front.

By the time third period rolled around I was already moved to become depressed. That was, when a familiar mop of dusty blond hair came into view. About coming around the third person in his way I immediately recognized the pale cheery face.

"Mike, Michael Newton." He pointed at me.

"It's Mike. Just Mike." A smile plastered on his face before I could register anything he enveloped me in a hug.

"It's still dreary around here." He said, and I caught on that he was commenting about the school. I nod in agreement. "It won't get any better either, we have Clapp next."

His face stuck in a mortified expression, and then a smile etched on his face. Mike hit me on the shoulder, "Ready to be devoured in badminton?" I sighed. Why would Mike Newton, the football jock, ask me that? It sounds so embarrassing.

"Sure, why not?" He laughed and ran off. I was only left thinking why we should have gym so early in the morning.

The cafeteria was already full by the time I ventured out of the locker room. I sat in a vacant seat next to Mike who was talking about the first game of the season. His face was still red and I couldn't tell whether it was from the adrenaline of the game or what happened in gym.

Earlier, during our match in basketball Mike was aiming to dunk the ball. While he was in midair Tyler ran up and perfectly pulled his shorts down. As a result Mike had fell on his butt in his plaid blue boxers and had only yet to register what Tyler had done until the whistle sounded.

I almost forgot about it until now, when Jessica brought it up again. During half time she came to the gym to watch, ditching her class. Mr. Webber is not here. "That was a good first day impression, Mike." Eric chortled. Mike shoved him and looked at me, pink tinting his cheeks.

"You guys should forget about it." He sighed. I was starting to hate the teasing he was going through.

"There was nothing to remember. It's fine Mike, don't let it get you down." I put my hand on his shoulder. He smiled, relief flushing his face.

"Thanks Aly, you always have my back. My girl." My mouth twitched up until Tyler came dashing up to our table and pecked my cheek. "My girl." He said briskly then pulled out Mike's chair from him. This is the second time today he fell because of Tyler. And while Tyler dashed off Mike chased after him, "I'm going to get you, Crowley!"