Grabbing onto my wrist tightly, he dragged me out from under the bleachers. I screamed as the carpet skid across my bare legs. "Sorry." He apologized quickly. "What do you want!" I screamed at him, backing myself against the bleachers. "I want to talk to you," He said simply, sitting on a chair across from me. "Why me!" I scoffed, wrapping my arms in front of my chest, my legs burning. I wanted to cry from that, but I didn't want to do it right in front of this boy. I didn't want to be called Hurricane Mayella, violent, destroys things and there's alot of rain.

He sighed and stood up again, pacing back and forth. "Possibly because you're the new girl that everyone is talking about, the one who made Fredrick Levinson cry on the very first day of school." He smiled at me. Again, I scoffed, "Yeah right, I bet you're just hoping to get me to run away so you can see me trip again!" His smile faded. He clenched his fists. "You tripped, everyone laughs at someone who trips, you'd laugh at me if I tripped," He paused, "Anyway, I wasn't laughing at you tripping, I was laughing at how flustered you were getting from doing it."

I went to walk by him. Reaching forward, he grabbed my arm, "what are you doing after school today?" He asked, a smile returning to his face, "Forgetting about today!" I huffed, pulling my hand away.

"You know, you really shouldn't act like that, I'll make people see you the wrong way." I whirled around, my hair whipping me in the face, "Oh yeah?! And How do you see me!" I squealed. He stepped forward, his arms tensioning, "I see you as a girl whose trying to fit in, someone who wants to be loved and wants something to love in return." he began to walk by me. His words stung. I couldn't stay mad at him. Not when he was being so nice to me. I turned around and grabbed his shirt. He stopped and looked back at me. "Um…what's your name?" I questioned, trying to muster up the sassy tone again.

He realized I was no longer full of anger. Smiling back at me, he replied in a husky tone, "Jacob, Jacob Black." I smiled. "I'm, Mayella Cullen, I'm…happy to have met you properly." I smiled looking away. My hand dropped from his shirt. He returned the smile, "Same here, Mayella Coolen." I rolled my eyes. "How the hell does someone mix up my last name? It's like someone calling you Jacob Blake!"

He laughed. "It is isn't it? I guess…that means that she really is the math teacher, and not the English Teacher." I laughed slightly. The bell went off. Looking up at him, I saw that he was walking away, "I'll leave you hear to cry for now, but tomorrow, before you go down to lunch, meet me at the doors," I cocked an eyebrow, "Why?" I Called after him. "You're sitting with me at lunch time."