A/N: This is a rather strange fanfic because it is based on a first kiss essay written by Cecil Castellucci called Bad Reputation for an anthology called Kiss (Then Tell): A Collection of True, Lip-Locked Moments edited by Cylin Busby. My story takes place the summer after, with Bella and Jacob replacing the Cecil and David. For a summary of the tale check out my fanfic called Bad Reputation for misc books on my profile or you could just read the book.

I just want to make it clear I don't own Twilight and I'm Team Edward, but Jacob fit the character better. Besides Jacob is just as delicious.

Bad Reputation: Chapter 1 We Meet Again

A lot of things changed over the summer. My dad got a promotion. My family needed to be among the right social circles, so we moved to a new home in a better neighborhood. A new house meant a new school zone. I didn't get to see my old friends anymore. I was so worried before that I would lose my friends and I lost them anyway. I gave up Jacob for nothing.

Over the years I made new friends and took what I learned from my experience. I never let anyone influence me into doing something or not. I made my own choices and my confidence made me popular. By tenth grade, I had developed a reputation as high class with my own fashion trends and followers.

A month into junior year a new student walked into my chemistry class.

"Class," Mr. Banner announced, "this is our new student, Jacob Black."

My head jumped up. There in front of the blackboard was the boy who haunted my dreams since I was twelve. He had changed a lot. His hair was shoulder length and in a sleek pony. He had a black leather jacket resting over his arm and dark jean pants with tears along his long legs.

He asked the teacher, "Where should I park?" Mr. Banner pointed to the front corner seat.

I couldn't believe it. He still had those beautiful innocent looking brown eyes that melted me as they gazed back. I instantly saw in my mind's eye a vision of me resting my head on his denim jacket just after one of our kissing sessions. I wondered if he it had it saved somewhere.

He took his seat noisily and rested his head on his desk.

"No books I see," said Mr. Banner. "I could tell this is going to be a long semester."

"He could borrow my book," I suggested. "I'll share will Eric." Eric's face lit up having heard his name. I got up from my seat in the middle of the center row and handed it to Jacob. "Just return it when you're through."

He looked at me curiously then took the book without a thank you. I pondered if he recognized me. I hardly looked the same. My hair had darkened to an auburn brown, layered in wavy portions—far different from the sandy brown, straight edge above my shoulders style I had when I was twelve. Plus, I wore makeup now and filled out on top. I doubt he could recognize me—I barely recognized me!

When the bell rang he walked out taking my book with him. The nerve!

Two classes later it was lunchtime. I sat at the usual table with my closest friends Asia, Angela, and Rosalie. Asia was an oriental girl with a pure, flawless complexion she rarely covered up with makeup. Her brown straight hair grew down the length of her back close to her waist. She always wore blouses that were form fitting to accentuate her perfectly proportionate chest. Her parents named her "Asia" since she was born in the US and thought this way she will never forget her roots. She was just happy they didn't name her "China." Angela was the most considerate of us, but also loved to hear the gossip of the school. Her ears were slightly bigger than proportion, so they always stuck out. She said it increased her hearing by twenty percent, so naturally she loved them. Rosalie, in my opinion, was the prettiest. She was blond with violet eyes, was slender with curves in the right places. Most guys who approached us wanted a date with Rose.

Angela and Rose were dishing out the latest news and it happened to be about Jacob.

"The boy is a slacker, they say. He's been kicked out of two high schools already," Angela stated.

"I heard he started a revolution against learning and staged a complete walkout of the entire student body at Presley High School that's why they expelled him," Rose explained.

"Why is it no one ever spreads good news?" I mused. "I did a good deed today. I loaned my book to him and shared with Eric."

"Ew. The guy with the pimples?" Asia asked.

"You know, Jacob Black never gave back my book," I commented.

"Well I saw him out on the front lawn. Why don't you go get it back?" Rose suggested.

It came across as if she was daring me. I stood up, most willing to take it up the challenge until she continued.

"Be careful. He has a Swiss Army Knife."

"Oh?" I laughed uneasily, "They're passing around that rumor?" I remembered this rumor from junior high school. I never did find out if it was false.

I walked out to the front of the school and saw him with three other students. I knew those students. I avoided those students. They were the scariest kids in our school. The girls and I nicknamed them "the three stooges." The one that was hugely muscular with curly hair we called "Curly." The extremely tall one was "Larry." And the one called "Moe," had the ugliest face I've ever seen. It was scarred from one too many punches. They all wore torn pants and black chain-linked shirts.

I approached them cautiously to discover that the knife rumor wasn't a rumor. Jacob was flipping open the different blades and testing out their sharpness on my book!

"Hey!" I foolishly yelled out. "That's my book!" I marched directly toward him with as much courage as I could muster. It fizzled out when I suddenly found myself surrounded.

"Your book?" Jacob asked.

"I loaned it to you in chemistry. You were supposed to give it back when you were through," I said sheepishly.

"Well obviously," the muscular guy standing behind me said, "he wasn't through."

"Can I have it back, please? I can't do my homework without it."

He picked it up and threw it onto the floor in front of me. The gang all laughed.

"Nice," I commented. "Honestly, Jacob—"

"What did you call me?" he interrupted.

Fear rushed through me. "Your n-name."

"My name is Volcano," he said angrily. "Because when I lose my temper, I blow my top." He got up and shoved my book across the sidewalk with his foot.

I stood there frozen blinking a few times then turned to retrieve my book. The guy I had been dreaming about was fast becoming a nightmare.

"Do you have a name or is it Prissy Princess?" he asked walking back to his resting spot.

I picked up my book, pulling the leaves out from between the pages. "It's Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella."

"I don't really care," he laughed.

"Why don't you go back inside before Volcano really loses it?" one of the others said. I wasn't sure which because I was looking at Jacob and he just sneered at me. I just turned around and walked back into the building.

I couldn't understand how he could have changed so much. At thirteen he was scary, but not that scary. Now he seemed downright dangerous, fitting right in with the thugs. Fitting in? Hell! He was their leader.