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"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them," Sin spoke out loud as he wrote on the board with a fresh piece of chalk. His handwriting was neat and in cursive. After seeing him write one word, I was convinced that that man had practiced his handwriting alone for days in a dark room, while watching small children play outside his window -- since Sin was obviously a pedophile -- and then I pictured him laughing maniacally while ripping his shirt off to go for a "jog" after seeing his next "victim" moving into the house nearby.

                  Oh God, what if we were neighbors? Kill. Me. Please.

                  "Does anyone know who wrote this?" Sin asked the class. 

                  A guy lounging in the front row raised his hand.

                  Sin nodded to him. "Kaden."

                  How did he know that kids name?

                  "Shakespeare."

                  "Very good." Sin walked around the classroom, eying each and every student until they either shrunk back or looked away. "And who can tell me what I wrote on the board means? Of course, this is merely your opinon because I believe there is no right or wrong answer when it comes to Shakespeare." He then shook the desk of a sleeping kid, jerking him awake. "Mr. Rogers. Fall asleep again and you have detention."

                  "This guy is absolutely ridiculous, he's already memorized everyone's names," I muttered under my breath.

                  "Miss Ballard? Do you have something that you want to share with the class?" Sin took his pointer and spun it around and around in his hand like a freaking acrobat until I wanted to snap it in half and stab him with it.

                  I flashed him a cheeky smile. "No, sir."

                  He pointed to the board. "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Let's hear your opinion, Miss Ballard."

                  "Some people are born conceited and selfish, some people work their butt off to get where they are, and others have a wad of cash in their back pocket that daddy gave them that gave them a job as a teacher in high school when they're clearly not old enough for the position. I think I hit the nail on the head. Don't you?"

                  "I'll assume that the teacher you're referencing is me."

                  "You've assumed correctly, Mr. Trinidad."

                  "This chick is insane," a guy muttered in the back. "She has no idea who she's messing with!"

                  "Dude, she's the New Girl, she doesn't know any better," a girl defended.

                  "There's something really hot about a plain looking girl with a bad mouth," another guy replied, then quickly added, "Not that I think she's hot or anything."

                  Sin didn't even look phased by my words. In fact, all he did was nod briefly and walk back to the front of the class. "Class, I'm going to be nice today and not give any of you detention. If I find tomorrow that any of you are going to continue being rude or disrespectful towards me in the classroom environment, I have my own ways to punish you and make sure it doesn't happen again."

                  He then shot a glare at the two muscular boys laughing up a storm by the window, shutting them up immediately. Sin had a way about him that I was able to see, but couldn't quite figure out. It was as if he had switch that he could flick up and down at will that didn't affect his expression at all, and this switch projected his rage merely through his eyes.

                  "Tyler and Baron," Sin warned.

                  "Sorry, Sin--Mr. Trinidad, I was--uh, asking Baron for a pencil. I just remembered, I have a whole pack in here," Tyler stuttered,  scrambling to get their pencils out of his backpack.

                  Sin went back to the front of the classroom and looked down at the class, letting out a few long, controlled breaths, before turning his back and starting to write some more words on the chalk board.

                  Ok, why did Sin and all guys in general have magnificent legs without any cellulite and perfectly plump asses? Pushing aside my absolute hate for everything with brown shaggy hair and stupid Caribbean blue eyes, it was refreshing to see a guy with a nice, firm tush that didn't wear jeans that were so low that their boxers and kneecaps showed. I mean, who was the idiot that decided that even looked good? It just makes guys more prone to sexual assault, if you ask me.

                  Tilting my head to the side, I admired my new teacher's butt from a different angle. Did he even have a bad side? Anywhere?

                  "I'll be collecting these in twenty minutes," I heard Sin vaguely say.

                  Realizing that I had been staring at Sin's ass for at least twenty seconds straight, I turned my face downwards and started to scribble on my notebook.

                  "Pssst," I said, looking to my left. "Pssssssssssssssssssst!"

                  Goth Boy on my left looked up from the drawing he had been vigorously creating for twenty minutes and snarled at me.

                  Cautiously, I leaned over to his desk until he side eyed me with a glare that would have terrified anyone else. "Is Mr. Trinidad gay?" I whispered to him.

                  "Go F yourself."

                  "So he's autosexual, then? He only likes himself?"

                  "Die."

                  "That doesn't answer my question."

                  "I worship Satan," he whispered back in a low hiss, leaning his head forward and letting his long black hair fall into his eyes. Goth Boy then went back to his drawing. He was pale, with heavy black eye shadow and black lipstick, and he looked as if he wanted my head on a kabob.

                  I motioned to his doodle on his desk that he had been hacking apart with his pencil. It looked like some sort of demon. "I like your drawing," I said, then, "very...dark. I'm Pepper. I'm New Girl, if you didn't catch that already."

                  Goth Boy ceased his vigorous doodling and side eyed me. "I'm Gary. I'm a sociopath. Stop talking to me." He then went back to his drawing with his right hand, and tapped the guy in front of him with the other. "New Girl wants to know if this teacher's gay."

                  A handsome boy with neatly styled, slicked back gold hair and almond shaped brown eyes sitting in front of Gary turned around his seat, closed the fashion magazine in his hands, and flicked out his right hand for me to take. "Pleased to meet you ," he said, gently shaking my hand. "I'm Ronny. Consider me your new gay best friend. Your shoes suck, by the way. Like, really suck."

                  "Hi, Ronny."

                  Moving his brown eyes to the front of the class, Ronny licked at his lips.  "Mr. Trinidad. Wow-za paradise," he whispered, pronouncing every syllable of the sentence and totally eying our teacher up. "He's so mysterious, isn't he? Definitely not gay, I had him in homeroom. I've heard stories about him,. He's too...wound up. Controlled. Guys like that always pack a punch, if you know what I mean.

                  "I know. I touched it," I murmured.

                  Ronny whipped his head around, mouthing a gasp."Girl, did you tap that? I won't tell a soul. Cross my perfectly clear spray-tanned skin and sculpted bod, and stick a needle in my obscenely large ego."

                  "No, I swear I didn't."

                  "Shame. He has such a nice butt, too."

                  "I couldn't agree more. But considering he's a major d-bag and our teacher, I won't be considering touching his butt anytime soon."

                  Ronny narrowed his eyes at me, then picked apart my outfit with his hypercritical gaze. "I like you. We should go shopping sometime. My treat."

                  "I'll think about it."

                  Hell to the absolute no.

                  Sin moved to his desk and looked at his name sheet. "Ronny and Pepper, get to work on those papers or I'll make you stay after and sharpen all of my pencils." He smiled at Ronny teasingly, which slowly turned into a frown as his gaze landed on me.

                  "Whatever you say, sir," Ronny replied, winking at me before starting to write.

                  On the other side of me, I recognized, was one of the Barbie's clique friends, with curly red hair and sparkling eyeliner. Catching my stare, she sneered loudly at me with, "What are you looking at, freak? Jealous of my frizzy-free straight hair?"

                  Everyone in the room turned in their seats, staring at me.

                  I snorted. "Are you for real? I'd like to see you get your hair this curly with that hay for hair that you have." The class exploded with laughter and whispers, as Ginger's face got beat red.

                   "Mmhm. Talk to Pepper when you can think of an actual come back, sweetheart," Ronny said from behind me.

                  Suddenly, it was dead quiet, and everyone turned back to the their desk. "It's very rude to talk when your teacher is presenting something to the class," a deep, smooth voice said at my side.

                  I slowly turned in my seat, meeting the crotch of my towering, run-way-model of a teacher, and slid my eyes straight up to his chiseled face and scowled.

                  "Miss Ballard." A smile flashed on his painfully beautiful face that was as fake as Pamela Anderson's boobs. "Please come up to the front of the classroom and read what you have written in your notebook. I hope it's more than page or you'll be seeing me after school today."

                  Both of us knew I had absolutely nothing on my paper. And if I stayed after school, my parents would murder me and hang my face on the wall like a hunter hands a deer head for all to see.

                  Biting my tongue, I rose to my feet and followed "Mr. Trinidad" to the front of room, where I took my place in front of the awaiting podium and placed my empty notebook in front of me.

                  'Mr. Teacher' smiled at me from his desk. "Go on, let's hear what the New Girl's got to say again." As if realizing what freedoms he had given me, Sin then added, "Keep it appropriate, please."

                  "Werewolves!" I began, slamming my hands against the podium and jerking everyone in the classroom awake. At the corner of my eye, I saw Sin's hand on his desk roll into a fist. That's right, Sin, you made a big mistake screwing with me. "Hairy, temperamental, dominate creatures, right? We've all heard about them or read about them. Morph into their true form once a month. Skinny their whole childhood then suddenly they're buff and have a mouthful of fangs once they go through puberty. Twilight anyone?" I raised my own hand, gesturing for Sin to do the same. "Come on, Mr. Trinidad, you look like a big Taylor Lautner fan! Probably have a few posters of him in your bedroom, right? Or are you Team Sparkles?"

                  If looks could kill.

                  "I have a new view on werewolves, a view that is so powerful, that it's almost as if I wrote nothing in my notebook and I'm totally making this all up," I continued,  knocking my notebook to the side and stepping in front of the podium. "I have a new view on everything, actually. Especially this school. And you know what my opinion is, class? You're all spoiled, selfish brats!"

                  "Miss Ballard--"

                  "I'm talking, Trinidad." I held up my hand to shut him up. "Have any of you even experienced mowing your own lawn, picking your own vegetables or perhaps reading a book outside on the hammock? Or are you too self-absorbed and fancy for those kinds of simple pleasures? Do any of you even know what a juice box is? Or have you all sipped your Chardonnay in your crystal-clear goblets with your pinkies up towards the clouds since birth! Not once have I seen anyone with a JC-Penny backpack in this school! Not once! It's a damn good brand, too! And I'm not being paid to say that!"

                  Sin leaned forward in his chair, as if preparing to pounce on me. "Miss Ballard. Have. A. Seat!"

                  "Miss Ballard this, Miss Ballard that. I've been in this room for not even fifteen minutes, and I want to force feed  you my full name! Trinidad, Trinidad, Trinidad! Do you like that? Huh? Huh, Big Guy? What are you going to do? Make me walk to grannies in a red cape and steal my cookies? You don't scare me, wolf!"

                  He shut his eyes, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose.

                  "I have something to say about this Mr. Trinidad over here." I jabbed a finger at Sin, right as he stood to his full, massive height. "Meet Sin, or at least, I think that's his real name. He's the first person I met in this town. Did I mention he's a freaking sex god werewolf! There, I said it! And you know what? I just don't care anymore!" I motioned to his entire body and hit him straight in the abs with my palm over and over again. "And is this even legal? These abs are literally steal! My eyes feel molested in so many good ways looking at this man! I can't stand it!"

                  Sin turned a beat red. "Pepper--"

                  "I'm tired of denying the fact that you're so perfect that I want to cry and eat five tubs of ice-cream whenever you take a step or your biceps accidently flex! Does anyone else feel this way right now?"

                  A couple of girls in the class nodded in agreement.

                  "Hallelujah!" a girl yelled in the back, raising her hands high in the air. 

                  "Look at him!" I continued. "This teacher can't be a day over nineteen, possibly turned twenty a few weeks ago, and he's teaching our AP Senior class? Does anyone else find that illogical? Hello, name's Pepper, and I sure as hell do-di-doody-do!"

                  "Miss Ballard!" Sin roared, standing to his feet. Anger rippled along his stone-like expression, creating cracks in the mask that he controlled at will. "Have a seat! Now!"

                  I smacked the desk of a girl in the front row, with a Prada bag the size of Texas, soon realizing it was the same blonde girl who I had almost gotten a brawl with in the front of the school when she nervously moved her eyes upwards from the floor towards me. "And look at you! Do you know how many animals you could be giving homes at an animal shelter, with the amount of money you spent on that thing? I haven't seen one girl in this school without one of these! It's disgusting! You're all--"

                  "NOT HUMAN!" Blondie suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs,  standing to her feet. "None of us are human! None of us! It's not just him! We're all pretending to be normal because you're here! You're the only human in this entire freaking school! You don't have the right to judge any of us! You don't who I am, you don't know what I've been through, and you don't know what I've done! If you want to complain to someone, complain to whoever got you into this school, because whoever they were, they wanted you to suffer! You shouldn't even be here!"

                  Stunned, I stepped back from her desk.

                  Blondie stared at the ground for the longest time, her fisted hands unclenching and clenching, before shifting her eyes across the room until they settled on him. The pale, dark-eyed boy who had restrained Blondie from hitting me, who sat in the darkest corner of the room, watching me with interest.

                  Shaking myself from his stare, I looked into the eyes of my classmates, and towards Sin, who was leaning against his desk with his head down, breathing a big raggedly. 

                  "Leave while you're heart is still beating, Pepper," Blondie whispered with a break in her voice.

                  Moments later, two men dressed in suits strolled into the classroom, seized Blondie by the shoulders, and dragged her screaming and kicking out of the room.

                  "What? Where is she going? Where are they taking her?!" I started after them. I was halfway down the hallway, my vision blurring and my legs trembling, when I realized the suited men had just...disappeared.

                  "Pepper, wait!" Ronny grabbed me by the arm, swinging me around towards him. "Girl, I'm doing you a favor by not slapping you in the face. If you skip class, you get detention and you don't sit with him for two hours. You sit with a really old, really stinky old lady named Marge. Don't. Make. Me. Slap. You."

                  Mouth parted, I looked back down the hallway and then back at Ronny. "Was she really lying? Was Blondie really lying? What the hell kind of school is this, Ronny? I want answers!"

                  A man cleared his throat behind us. "First day of school and you're honestly going to make me write you up?"

                  "Then write me up. Have fun explaining to the principal how you locked me in the bathroom with you." I twisted around to face my six-foot six Creative Writing teacher, my foot got completely stuck on a piece of gum, and I fell right into Sin's arms.

                  I know what you're thinking. How could someone that's a black belt and has super kick-ass "don't mess with me" attitude trip on a piece of gum?

                  I didn't. It was just my distraction to take Trinidad's wallet out of his pocket.

                  "Ronny, get back in the classroom and make sure everyone stays quiet. No more outbursts," Sin said, gently pushing me off of him. As he looked at Ronny, I snuck his wallet into the back of my jeans. "I have to speak to Miss Ballard in private."

                  Again, I added mentally.

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