Twilight Saga: A Different Story

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At his apology, Alice arched an eyebrow slightly--she had noticed the light bit of cold, but it hadn't really bother her. "Don't worry, it's fine. Despite where I lived before this, I don't really mind the cold. Granted, I prefer if there is snow to go with the cold to make it fun, but otherwise it doesn't bother me. Every year, once I turned thirteen and until obviously this year, me and my mom Renee would drive up to Wisconsin to visit a friend each winter and do the 'Polar Plunge' they have there." She shrugged lightly, smiling a bit more again. In truth, Alice hadn't particularly had fun since one out of the water it was more cold then within it, but otherwise it was interesting experience... It also helped every participant was worth seventy-five dollar as part of a charity to cancer research, and the farther you were from out of state, your worth in the charity winter swim went up.

When Jasper asked if she wanted to have lunch with himself and his siblings the next day, the pixie-like teen couldn't help but have her chocolate brown eyes widen lightly in surprise. "Well.... Sure, I suppose. As long as I wouldn't be imposing or anything, sounds like it might be fun." Her response was light and a bit cheerful. After a moment, though, she slowly questioned, "...Emmet is the bigger one out of your brothers, right?" The brunette honestly wasn't sure. The only members of those siblings she had remembered by name were Bella since she had spoken with her, and then of course Jasper. Rosalie's name was a give away since she doubted either of the blonde's brothers would hold that name, so Edward and Emmet were the only ones she was unsure of.

After a few more minutes, the bell for the end of lunch and classes to start would ring, and it would be mere moments later people would begin to poor into the Biology classroom. When that happened, and their teacher Mr. Roland finally entered, did Alice finally set her eyes on today's experiment written on the chalkboard, and let out a light groan of irritation. "Oh, not onion route again...." She'd muttered softly, pouting with a light glare at the written words as if it was the chalkboard's fault that she had to do this lab again. But, then again, she couldn't complain... Just another easy A.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 124d 14h 19m 0s
Jasper returns her smile with a small one of his own. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer,” he teases.

He tenses when her hand comes down on top of his wrist, her skin grazing his softly. He has to remind himself to breathe before she notices his lack of movement. Clearing his throat, he slowly takes his hand away sheepishly, dropping them to his lap as she moves her violin case. “Sorry if my hand was cold. I’ve got poor circulation,” he tries to excuse himself, internally questioning why he had made physical contact with her in the first place.

Before he can stop himself, he starts talking again to avoid a silence stretching. He had her smiling again, and he wanted to keep it going as long as he could. “I know that you usually sit with your friends for lunch, but, would you like to sit with me and my family tomorrow? I think they’d really like you,” he offers, leaving out the possibility of Rose’s attitude. “I mean, Emmett can be a little out there, but for the most part, they’re pretty cool to talk to.”

He’s going to be killed. While Edward, Bella and Emmett would be perfectly okay with the newcomer, Rose was likely to tear his limbs off when she found out. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Alice. She didn’t know her well enough to make an assessment. It was that she firmly believed humans and vampires have no business talking to each other. It was hard enough getting her to willingly attend school. It was an entirely different matter to go out of their way to invite a human to sit at their lunch table and converse with them.
  Jasper Hale / Kooza / 7y 124d 16h 28m 16s
It hadn't been very long after the bit of a tale told, which was spoken from her own lips, that Alice had begun to make herself calm down. Without even looking at the clock, she could tell that lunch would be over and students could start pouring in any moment now. If her guess was right, a bunch of them would either just look at her wrong, or rush over to see why her eyes were bloodshot and she was in tears. And, to be honest, the female didn't want either scenario to pan out so that's why she began to process of calming down.

When he begun to speak again, even if they hadn't completely left her yet, the pixie-like girl forced her sobs to soften so she could hear Jasper's words. By the time he had finished speaking completely, she'd slowly look up at him before speaking, "If this was another situation, I honestly don't think I'd ever feel comfortable accepting something like that--Honestly, I don't think I'd feel right," She paused, moving her hands to wipe away the tears from her face since her eyes had finally stopped trailing out anymore, "But... I feel like you might not accept 'no' as an answer so.... I guess I'll take you up on the offer. I think I can pretty much see you as someone who's stubborn." As a small smile went to the brunette lips, she'd bring up a hand and gently wrap around the long-sleeved covered wrist of his hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Jasper. Just... Thanks." Alice said softly, smiling a bit more as she did so. After a moment, she'd glance in the direction of the violin case, and then reach out her free hand and shutting it before pulling it back over to her side of the table. She'd flip the latches shut, and then use the same free hand and arm to lower the case carefully onto the floor. Even if the violin was already totaled, she didn't want to destroy it more! Slowly, the brown-eyed teen thought to herself, Maybe when I get home I can glue it so it's at least back in one piece? I guess it doesn't matter if I can't play it, as long as it at least looks okay again.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 142d 14h 17m 38s
For a few moments, Jasper is absolutely silent. He knows there is no way to comfort her that will make her forget what has happened. He knows all about what it’s like to have something precious from a memory in your past, only to have it be ruined. When he had been in Maria’s army, he would hold his father’s pocket watch late at night when he was alone, recalling what his life had been like before he had been turned. In a fit of rage one night after he had failed to do what she had asked of him, Maria tore through most of his belongings, destroying everything of his that she could reach, including the watch. It had been the last thing he held of his family, and now he had nothing. He recognizes all too easily the look of devastation that is currently on Alice’s face.

It won’t use his powers on her. Not due to the fact that it will be too noticeable when she is so distraught, but because he doesn’t want to alter anything about her, even her emotions. It is a remarkable thing for Jasper to be so intensely wrapped up in a human’s emotions like he is now, but he can’t help it. Even crying and distressed Alice is a beautiful creature. So, all he can do is give her shoulder a gentle squeeze as her sobs calm down.

“I know that nothing I can say or do will make up for this, but I’d like to help you. Rosalie was given a violin a few years ago from a relative, but she’s never touched it. The poor thing is just sitting in a closet collecting dust. I’d like you to take it. It’s not as beautiful as this, but it’s something.”

It’s a lie. Rosalie had never expressed an interest in any kind of musical instrument to even be given one as a gift. But, a little white lie couldn’t hurt. After all, the Cullens’ entire life in Forks was a lie. Jasper just wants her smile to come back, and do anything he can to make the sadness fade without manipulating her. “She won’t miss it, I promise,” he tries to give her a weak smile, to make it more convincing.
  Jasper Hale / Kooza / 7y 142d 21h 6m 20s
In complete, utter honest Alice truthfully hadn't heard the door open and shut. And, it took all the control she could manage over a knee-jerk reaction to not squeak out of shock from the hand placed upon her shoulder. Her soft sobs, she forced them to lower in volume more as she awaited whoever it was to speak and make known who it was. As soon as she knew it was Jasper, could tell from the deep, but somehow gentle, tone of his voice, she gulped once and slowly rose her head so she could look over at him.

Her usually rich, get soft, chocolate brown eyes had lightened up to lighter, almost grey-brown dirt hue from the tears that had been shed. Along with that, the whites of her eyes were drastically blood shot, so it made the brown of her eyes more prominent. Her cheeks were soaked with tears, her eyes puffy, and the look of sorrow on her face.... It looked like she had her heart ripped out. "You don't have to apologize, you didn't do this...." The Swan girl finally whispered, bringing up her hand and used the heal of it to wipe at her eyes to try and be rid of the tears, but they just continued to flow. "I got a solo song, for the band concert, where it's only one violin playing. The audition was, literally, just yesterday. I have no doubt that.... That this," She paused, gesturing with a light wave of her hand and a sorrow fill look towards the violin, "Happened because of it--It had to be one of the two girls I beat out." A moment later, the brunette girl bit her lip, appearing as if she was either debating on something mentally, or biting back more tears.

"The violin is the reason I'm crying, though, not because of the solo. My grandmother, Grandma Swan, gave it to me, when I was nine. It was, literally, the last gift or possession, that she gave to anyone because she died only two days later. Dad never took up music, so she decided that I should get it since she said she could see the artist within me...." Alice trailed off a sad smile going to her face, but then she glanced to the violin again and her look returned to that pure sorrowed one. "But... Now I have left of her is this totaled piece of what was once something I treasured greatly. I... I haven't been able to bring myself to touch it, because if I do, it... I-It just feels like that's what will truly make it real." Another sob finally left the short, pixie like girl and she closed her eyes while turning her head down to try, though failing, to hide her tears with her bangs as she wrapped her arms around herself as if physically trying to hold herself together.

"I almost lost the violin at my other school, down in Phoenix, freshman year.... I had girl there, and a few guys, in the upper class that held some sort of hate pledge against me. I never showed any reaction to anything they did, and they figured the only way to get to me was through the violin." Alice paused in her story, another sob escaping as she seemed to hug herself tighter, before continuing, "They were gonna burn it early in the morning, and I'm thankful the music teacher got their early then she usually did as well. I had to soak it for a week in cleaning solution to get rid of the smell of lighter fluid, and I hadn't left it at school since. I.... I-I never thought I'd have to worry about that being her for less then a week." With that, she concluded in her speaking as another sob escaped and tears just continued to fall.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 172d 21h 9m 49s
During the course of the weekend after his afternoon visit to Alice’s house, Jasper had camped in the woods a few hours outside of town. He declined Emmett’s offer to come along, knowing that he wouldn’t be in the mood for his adoptive brother’s antics for three days straight. No, this trip needed to be done by himself in order to sort through the thoughts that had been plaguing him. So, he had packed a duffle bag with a change of clothes and took off with barely a word to anyone other than a quick goodbye. He had hunted as soon as he got to the thickly wooded cove, just off of the lake. By sundown on the first night, he had already hunted two deer and began feeling less thirsty.

He appreciated that his family had known to leave him be. Esme had only texted him once, just to say that they looked forward to his return. After that, his phone had remained silent. He spent the time going over his interactions with Alice, and how she had been the lone cause of him slowly letting his guard down. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He had prided himself on being a stone amongst flowers; not letting things get to him like they did to everyone else at Forks High School. It made it easier to go without having to speak to anyone, or feeling the obligation to make them feel better.

He couldn’t do that with Alice.

No matter what he tried to do to keep his distance, he always felt an overwhelming urge to make her smile; to make sure that she knew not everyone was going to treat her differently just because she was new. Jasper knows that he has started on a dangerous path, and that it would be best for him to turn back now. He tried to convince himself that he was going to go back to ignoring everyone, even Alice. But when he got to school on Monday and saw her wide smile as she talks animatedly with Angela, he knows that there will be no going back for him.

Hours later, he sits in the cafeteria with Emmett and Rosalie, listening to his brother’s story about beating Edward at a game of Call of Duty the night before. Rosalie sits quietly in her seat, checking her makeup in her compact mirror. Edward and Bella had not joined them in the lunch room, instead opting to spend their lunch block in the art room so Bella could finish some work. Jasper had been looking over at the lunch table where Alice usually sat, only to feel disappointment when he notices she hasn’t arrived yet.

“And then I pulled the trigger and sniped him from almost across the map, it was crazy,” Emmett boasts.

“I’m sure you really put him in his place, Em,” Jasper answers distractedly.
He’s about to turn his attention back to his own table when he hears Alice’s name mentioned at another table. He grows quiet and listens, a concern building in his chest. An anger stirs in him when he overhears what had happened to her violin. No one was allowed to hurt Alice in any way, he thinks to himself. “Jasper?” Rosalie’s voice breaks through his thoughts.

He snaps his head in her direction, noticing that his own temper was influencing Emmett and causing him to scowl. “Sorry. Excuse me,” he rises to his feet and is out of the cafeteria without another word.

He tries to appear normal, just casually walking the halls. If his siblings were with him, they would know that he’s tracking her scent. It still lingered in the air, more powerful to him than anyone else’s. He weaves through groups of students going in the opposite direction, coming to a stop outside of the biology room. He can sense her through the doorway; the sadness being emitted from her almost making his legs give out. Going against his better judgment, he twists the doorknob and pushes it open quietly, trying to be cautious. He hears the sob leave her lips and feels his anger stir again. Someone had made her cry. Almost silently, he shuts the door behind him, the sound going unnoticed by her as her cries drown out the noise. Jasper makes his way across the room, taking his seat next to her.

He places a hand on her shoulder to let her know that he is there, and looks down at the destruction that used to be her violin. “Alice, I’m really sorry,” his voice is quiet but deep in the empty classroom.
  Jasper Hale / Kooza / 7y 173d 2h 15m 18s
The weekend, at least Friday and Saturday, had been rather dull in Alice's personal opinion. Well... It had been besides for the fact that her father had asked if she ditched school early Friday, which she hadn't, and that left her curious. After that conversation on Friday, Alice had done laundry, the dishes, took a shower, and then had gone off to her room and fell asleep to reading one of her books. The next morning, since Charlie had work, she woke up and made herself breakfast before settling onto moving back and forth between housework and reading for a few hours. To the Swan girl's pleasant surprise, however, Angela came by around noon, they talked, and Angela stayed for dinner. That evening ending with a hug, and a promise to try and spend a night at one another houses sometime soon so they could just chat the night away.

Now... As for Sunday. Alice had been beaming the entire day and practically tackled Charlie with a hug one he got home from fishing out of pure joy. One Friday, once she got to her band class, the teacher, Mr. Ulster, had stated that for anyone interested and played the violin, the solo song that was to be performed at the concert in a month would be holding auditions that Sunday. Well, not a completely solo, but would be the only violinist to play during the piece. Alice had, originally, decided against trying out for it since she was literally just a few days into being at that school, but when she brought up to Angela that Saturday, she had been adamantly argued into how good it would be to try out even if she assumed she wouldn't get it. And, even tough she couldn't believe it, she did!

And that's how we get to where we are now--Angela and Alice walking down the hall of the school to the lunch room, and Alice smiling in pure joy as she was showing the Angela the music she had received after the audition the day before between herself and the two other students once the teacher decided, on the spot, she would be the one or perform the song.

"I just still can't believe I got the part! Not to mention the song I'll get to perform! I mean, 'My Heart Will Go On' from Titanic? What if I murder it!" Alice exclaimed, switching from bubbly to worry in less than and instant, and Angela let out a laugh before simply replying, "Alice, you'll do great. I've heard you play. Even if I'm a woodwind instrument, I can tell you've got talent with the strings." The pixie-like female blinked, but then smiled happily. But, once he name was called she turned around to see their shared band teacher. "Mr. Ulster, is there something wrong?" The short female questioned, a worried look going to her face. The said man held a grim look, and nodded once. "I need you to come with me, Alice. Angela, go ahead to lunch will you?" Angela nodded, and then both girls did as instructed--Angela continuing on to the cafeteria while Alice followed after the middle-aged man.

In the Lunch Room....

"Hey Angela, where's Alice at?" Jessica questioned before taking a bite of an apple as the said brunette girl sat down. "Mr. Ulster came and grabbed her on our way here--he wouldn't say why in front of me. Must have to do with Alice's new solo or something....." The Weber girl trailed off, but blinked as Eric cleared his throat to gain both the girl's attentions. "I guess you haven't heard... I know why he came and grabbed her. I'm in his earlier class as of today, and when I got there the first thing he asked the class if he knew if anyone knew anyone with a reason to want to destroy one of the instruments. Someone asked what instrument it was, and he said it was a violin from one of the later classes. He didn't say who's but~" "Oh God, someone totaled Alice's violin? That's horrible!" Angela exclaimed, and Eric nodded in agreement.

"Whoever it is, I hope they figure out who." Jessica added, and Mike and Tyler agreed whole heatedly--even saying they'd ask around to see if anyone else knew, and get their teammates for the sports their on to do the same.

To Where Alice Is....

Silently, Alice trailed off down the currently barren halls of the school with her bag over her shoulder, and a black violin case in hand. Why would someone do this? Why! Why did I try out for that damn solo? It has the be the reason! She screamed this mentally, but physically she was willing herself to keep tears from building in her eyes. She's not even here a completely three days and, already, it seems like someone found a reason to hate her.

Alice continued walking, but after about five minutes, she blinked one before finding herself standing outside of the Biology room. I must have done this subconsciously... I damn well know I don't want to go to lunch right now, I'd probably throw up if I tried to eat anything. And, with that going through her mind, she opened the door and stepped into the room. Upon entry, she rose an eyebrow lightly upon seeing the teacher absent, but then realized that there was still the full 45 minutes of lunch left and that the teachers never returned to the classes until 20 minutes before lunch ended.

After a moment of just staring around the empty room, Alice shut the door behind herself and walked over to her desk before sitting on her stool. In that same fluid motion, she also placed her violin case on the table in front of her. The look of in her eyes... One of fear at what truly lay within the case... Mr. Ulster had told her the damage, but she hadn't dared to look at it herself until she was out of any persons view....

Two hands moved to the latches of the case, hesitating before clicking them open and hastily pushing the lid open. A hitched breath escaped her--The damage was horrible. The neck of the violin was snapped off the thing, only hanging on by the strings, and ten the neck was snapped in half as well. The body of the violin? It was smashed in on itself.... In all blunt honesty, it as totaled.

The last thing Grandma Swan gives me... The last gift she gives anyone, and now it's totaled. God, why didn't I take this home with me once the audition was over!? I had that feeling, that gut feeling like I knew this would happen! Why don't I ever listen to that damn instinct!? Why?!! Alice clenched her fists, slamming them against the table and winced lightly from the impact the sides of her hands took but she currently didn't care. She shoved the case aside to the desk space Jasper's things would usually inhabit, and then folded her arms and placed them on the part of the table in front of her before proceeding to bury her face within them. And, in about half a minute, a soft sob escaped her and shook her body with a shudder from the tears.

She always cried randomly--whether intensely happy, sad, angry, etc. But, through the years, Alice had learned to control them when it was just one of those strong emotions at a time. But now... With her feeling such intense rage, sorrow, and sadness... She had no will. She let the tears flow.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 182d 1h 3m 11s
Jasper raises his hand a few inches off of the desk in a small wave. He watches as she walks out the door, thoughts swirling in his head. See you Monday she had said. Could he wait that long? There is a gnawing in his stomach as he thinks about going through the weekend without a glimpse of her. He could always go in to town with hope that he’d run in to her, but it would be too risky, not to mention raise suspicions. In the years that they had made Forks their home, Jasper was the only of the Cullens that was rarely seen outside of school. If he all of the sudden began appearing wandering the streets after the new girl moved to town, word was likely to spread and it would make his life more difficult. Not to mention, it would draw unneeded attention to Alice.

Jasper gathers his things and is the last to leave the classroom. With only a little bit of time left, he doesn’t bother attending the rest of his classes. He leaves his binders and textbooks in his locker, only sliding his sketchbook in to his messenger bag. He winds his way through the crowds of people until he reaches the exit. The parking lot is empty, as expected, which makes it easier for him to slip away without being noticed by wandering eyes.

It isn’t long before he’s riding down one of the back roads, his hair blowing in the wind, his helmet still latched to the backseat. It helped to breathe in fresh air, though he doesn’t need it. All he knows is that he’s heading towards a huge mistake.

Pulling off on to a trail in the trees, he parks his bike out of sight from the road and begins running. His destination is clear in his mind, and he knows it’s going to be empty. Charlie would still be at the station, and Alice wasn’t due out of school for another few hours. He comes to a sudden stop in the bushes, his eyes staring straight ahead at the old house. Sure enough, the truck and police cruiser are both missing from the driveway, and the street is deserted. Jasper wastes no time in hurrying across the street and slipping through the open window he finds as he rounds the corner in to the backyard.

He treads carefully, taking in every detail of the house. Pictures of Alice as a young girl hang crookedly on the walls; her as a toddler waddling along the shore at the beach, a pre-teen Alice reading a book by a campfire. The images bring a smile to his face. Just looking at the photographs, he can still see the playful light in her eyes.

He works his way to the stairs, his movements almost silent. The scent in the air is a mix of Alice’s sweet perfume, and a musky undertone of whatever cheap aftershave Charlie throws on every morning. Jasper follows her scent to her bedroom, where he pushes open the door slowly. It creaks on its hinges as it swings open, giving him a view of her sanctuary.

It’s very simple, and so completely Alice. He sits on the edge of her bed, his gaze wandering the room. In a frame on her desk, there is a recent picture of her and a woman, whom he assumes is her mother. Both are a little teary eyed, and he figures it must have been taken the day Alice moved to Forks. Assorted books are scattered on multiple surfaces, stacked in neat piles to ensure they don’t get damaged. One of her shirts lies next to him on the bed and he trails his fingers over it, feeling the soft fabric.

That’s when he hears the front door.

“Shit!” he hisses, rising to his feet.

The floorboards creek and Jasper freezes, feeling Charlie’s spike of curiosity. “Alice?” her dad calls from downstairs.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he throws a glance towards the window, knowing that he won’t be able to throw it open and get out without Charlie hearing and noticing that someone had been in the room. So, he buries himself in her closet, pulling the door closed quietly but quickly. He can hear Charlie enter the room, calling her name once more.

He’s made a mistake hiding in here. It’s too much of her surrounding him. Her shirts hang all around him, brushing against him and filling his nostrils with an overwhelming scent. Jasper’s throat begins to burn and he wills Charlie to leave before he loses control. The rush of blood in Charlie’s veins mixing with the intoxicating smell of Alice is making Jasper forget himself. He pressing a fist against his mouth as hard as he can, biting down on his own knuckle. It’ll leave a scar, but it’s better than slipping up.

When he realizes he’s alone in the house, Charlie returns to the main floor, grabbing whatever it was he needed. The door closes behind him and the lock is slid back in to place. What seems like an absurd amount of time later, the police cruiser drives off and Jasper bursts through the door, making for the window as fast as he can.

The only thing on his mind is that he needs to hunt.
  Jasper Hale / Kooza / 7y 183d 20h 25m 51s
Upon the moment he began discussing hobbies, she hummed softly and nodded her head a little; it was true, hobbies were entertaining when there was nothing else. Huh... do I have a hobby? Well, she plays the violin, and listens to music whenever in her rooms, and has read almost all of the books she owns for each and every single paperback to have a crinkled fold down the spine.... Yeah, I guess those count as hobbies. Alice concluded happily, a soft smile gracing her features as this thoughts came to mind. "I know what you mean, honestly, about that being helpful when nothing else to do. Believe it or not, I didn't have much to do in a place as big as Phoenix...." She trailed off, lips gently pouting out in the lightest way as she decided to leave out the reason for that was due that she, literally, didn't have any friends back in Arizona. The Swan female didn't know why, but they all always saw her as some sort of freak....

Thankfully, before the short female's thoughts could wander and ponder on the possible reasons as to why her classmates from back home have never seemed to like her, she was yanked from her thoughts by Jasper's question. Her brown eyes blinked once, and then she gave a smile as she looked over to him before replying, "Oh, I'm already in the band as one of my electives. If only I could have chosen to not take Gym.... It was only two years needed back in Phoenix, but then it had to go and be all four years here...." Again, like only about a minute or so ago, Alice's lips pouted ever so slightly again as she remember the fact she had to endure physical education for the rest of this year, and then all of next year, but was quickly stirred from her about to form ranting and whining mind set as the soft sound of paper being torn met her ears.

For a long, seemingly endless moment, Alice stared silently at the photo in aw as her eyes sparked in amazement at the photo before slowly lifting it into her hand to have a closer and better look at it. "This.... This is really beautiful, in all honesty. Thank you." With that uttered, her eyes finally moved from the photo and back to the boy, and the warmest of smiles decorated her features. Suddenly, though, the moment was broken as the bell rang for the end of class, and Alice blinked lightly in shock. "Wow.... Can't believe it's the end of the period already. It went by so fast...." With that muttered to herself mostly as an out-loud thought, eyebrows lightly raised, Alice slowly slipped the photo of the fox into on of her folders before gathering up her things and placing them back into her bag before, then, swinging that same said bag over her shoulder. "See ya Monday, Jasper." As the words left her lips, the Swan female flashed the boy a smile as she stood from her chair and was quickly ushered out of the class by a couple of the girls that she had, thankfully, managed to remember the names of.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 208d 17h 28m 55s
She’s quite selfless, Jasper thinks to himself. He knows of few people who would be willing to give up the life they are used to, just for the sake of someone else’s happiness. Rosalie, for example, could not even be bothered to cooperate with Edward half the time. The notion of Alice being so considerate both interests him and concerns him. It was the type of trusting behaviour that would surely get her in to trouble with some of the people in school. Jasper knew of at least twelve girls that would use it to destroy the pretty new girl, and even more guys that would try to use it to their advantage. And while he was sure that Alice wasn’t naïve enough to allow the boys to get far with her, just the thought is enough to raise a strange new protective instinct in him.

When she brings up his sketchbook, he gives a faint smile and shrug. “I have a lot of free time outside of school,” he says wryly. “It helps to have a hobby when you have nothing to do. With four adoptive siblings, we don’t always cooperate on things like what to watch on tv, or games. So, I started drawing and it’s a peaceful way to spend my time.”

While it was true that his drawings began after meeting the Cullens, it wasn’t as recent as he plays off. He had started drawing back in the fifties, when he was struggling with his thirst every single day. Esme had suggested it, telling him that with his mind focusing on something other than blood, he was less likely to notice the strain it was to be around them. Small doodles turned in to sketches of animals. From there, it progressed to full portraits of his family, and people he saw on the streets. Esme had been right. While it didn’t fully eliminate his desire, it lulled the cravings so that it wasn’t so overbearing.

“Have you considered joining the school band? It’s not large, but it’ll put your talents to use. Trust me, they could use some talent,” he glances at her.

As he speaks, he flips back a few pages in his book, coming across a recent drawing he had done of a fox that he had come across in the meadows behind the Cullen home. Its front paws were perched on a rock, and its beady black eyes were focused right on Jasper. He tears the page out, sliding it across the table to her. “A welcoming gift for you,” he offers.
  Jasper Hale / Kooza / 7y 208d 18h 38m 13s
Almost instantly, when Alice began to do the problems in her book, her mind sort of went into like an automatic re-do mode; She had done all the work in this chapter, in this book period, and half of the chapters in the book for the seniors, back at her old school. But, since they didn't have an honors classes program up here like she was in down south, since there weren't enough teachers to give that option, she was back in the average class for her grade. She didn't mind that, though, since that just meant she knew everything before anyone else and in all honesty the girl couldn't help but feel happy on that fact since it meant she knew enough to truly graduate this year if she really did want to. But, since she actually doesn't want to graduate early, graduating with high marks is just as good in her books. And, as she did her work, her soft smile truly did linger.

Upon the question inquired in her direction, Alice blinked once before glancing over at him with her eyes before looking back to her work. "I moved her from down south, in Phoenix. Kinda hard to believe with me as pale as everyone else around here, huh?" She paused, letting out a soft laugh, "I was born up here, though. And I can't say it's better, since Forks and Phoenix are each great places depending on the weather or climate a person prefers." The female, for a brief instant, would stop speaking to turn a bag in her workbook before going onto the next equation of her assignment. "I haven't been up here in like seven years though, so not since I was about ten. For some reason, I just put my foot down about a month before coming up here for my yearly month long stay with Charlie, and I honestly still have no idea why. I guess... I guess just the literally complete change of surroundings just always made me a little depressed because it kind of always felt like a constant reminder that my parents weren't together or something...." The Swan girl trailed off, nibbling her lip a moment before adding, "Not to mention, my mother Renee got remarried about to years ago to my step father, Phil. He's been trying to get into the minor league to try and make a name for himself in baseball, so he's been traveling a lot. My mom would stay home with me, and I could tell she missed him, so I decided that for a way for us both to be happy could be me coming and spending some real time with my dad, and she getting to enjoy some time with Phil. Though, that plan did back fire a bit since I miss her now too, though I do talk to her almost every night." She smiled meekly, shaking her head a little at herself a bit.

Alice didn't here the comment that the jock gave, she was honestly still just in the nice little happy bubble she always constantly seemed to be in. "So... You're an artist?" She questioned slowly, though quickly added, "Don't worry, not gonna ask to see it. When I was young, I used to draw a bit, and I liked it and honestly always found it irritating whenever someone tried to watch me do it or try to find out what I was making..." The pixie like female rolled her eye, shaking her head a little again before looking back to her work. "I always sucked at drawing, likely horribly so, and yet my mother insists on saving all of the pictures I ever made. Heck, she saved things from everything I did. Ballet, which I failed at. Soft ball, I also failed at.... Oh, who am I kidding? I failed at anything that involves any form of hand-eye coronation. You could put me on the flattest, more stable surface in existence and I'd still find some way to trip." With that, she laughed a bit at herself., though after a moment added. "I do have to admit that I am pretty decent at the violin, at least I think I am. Music was the only extra curricular thing I ever did, and could do well at all, once finding out how bad I was at everything else." She smiled a bit more broadly, before her lips faded back to the soft smile that had graced them earlier.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 224d 21h 18m 55s
Jasper allows a small smile to appear on his face. “It’s nice to talk about something intellectual with someone,” he dismisses her embarrassment about her book rant. “Most of the people here just want to talk about parties.”

It was true. Jasper couldn’t help but overhear the plans that seemed to be set every single weekend for bush parties in fields just outside of town, or even house parties that students throw. He’d always just assumed that it was the Forks students’ way of having a little bit of fun in their small town lives. For the first few months after they had moved here, the Cullen siblings had received invitations to every single party. Emmett had always wanted to attend one, but Edward had always talked him out of it, saying that it would be better if they didn’t become close with anyone. That way when they had to leave, it wouldn’t be as hard. When they never showed up to any of the parties, the invitations stopped, and the rumors began about why the Cullen kids were so anti-social.

He’s surprised by her response to his advice. Then again, he had heard her say almost the same thing to Angela in the cafeteria the other day. The girl was definitely something different in this place of gossip and popularity contests. Jasper goes to say something else but grows quiet when she turns to her notebook. His fingers reach to grab his sketching pencil that rests next to his sketch book on his desk. He was getting the sudden urge to draw her, endeared by the faint smile that plays on her lips as she goes about her work.
He adjusts his seat a bit as subtly as he can; turning so he’s facing her ever so slightly. He flips to a blank page and starts his drawing, making faint lines as he copies her features, only pressing darker for the details. He keeps the cover of the book propped up with his hand, making sure that her view of his book is blocked. He only has to glance up a few times, thankful that’s all he needs for accurate details. Any more glances and he fears being caught. “So, where exactly did you move here from? Wherever it was, it has to be better than the constant rain of Forks,” he comments, wanting to break the silence between them.

He’s not used to making small talk with anyone outside of his family, and he grimaces faintly at the pitiful attempt. He focuses on his book, the sketch looking more and more like Alice with each stroke of the pencil. He feels an increase in their classmates’ curiosity as a few eyes try to peak at what he’s doing. “Looks like Hale’s not a robot after all,” a snide voice whispers when the jock spots the drawing.

Jasper ignores it, however, his jaw tenses.
  Jasper Hale / Kooza / 7y 224d 22h 59m 8s
"Believe it or not, along with organizing my room and doing the laundry for me and Charlie, reading is one of my plans for the weekend too." Alice paused briefly, smiling at the thought of the new books her mother had bought her before she left Phoenix that she hadn't had a chance so, for lack of a better term, sink her teeth into due to spending time with her father, catching up on things together, and even watching some sport with him though it wasn't really her thing. "I love 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte the most out of anything, though 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austin is a close second, while Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare takes up third. I just love all the classics, really. Granted, there are some pretty good books that are from this day and age, but the old books... the true masterpieces of works make up all of my book collection.... Briefly trailing off, she blinked a bit before giving a meek look before saying in a tone that matched her expression, "Ehehe, you can ignore that babble about books if you want to..." Usually, whenever she babbled like that to someone, they'd get really bored, or go and talk to someone else. She did that babble a bit with Angela earlier when she did the interview, and was so thankful the girl hadn't been bored by it.

When even Jasper then mentioned her father's practical addiction to that diner, she couldn't help but giggle a bit more. "It's my first time back in Forks in years, and in my few days here I can already tell that. But, that will change to a weekend thing since, as my father puts it, he isn't afraid to cook the food I make for meals." Once stating that, she couldn't help but giggle more. Her mother was never a good cook, so the Swan girl learned to cook as soon as she was old enough to be allowed to by Renee--she couldn't take fast food, restaurants, and once a month Experiment Meal Day any longer by the time she was ten. She had noticed him glance away, and then when he no longer looked to her, and spoke those 'words of advice,' the short female blinked once and then gently rose an eyebrow. Slowly, she turned her gaze to where the seemingly deathly pale boy next to her had his eyes roam to, notice the four students whispering, and blinked once again before rolling her eyes and shaking her head a bit.

"A word of advice to you as well, Jasper Cullen," She paused, reaching down and grabbing her Algebra 2 book out of her bag and placing it on the table in front of her along with her notebook before continuing, "I don't believe in things anyone says about one another. The only time I believe anything about anyone is when I hear the facts leave their lips." With that, she cast a small smile his way before she flipped open the lid of her book and then flipped through some pages to get to where she needed to be--this pretty much showing him that she would go onto something else and no try and push him to converse any longer unless he decided her wanted to.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 233d 22h 11m 23s
Jasper had been seated quietly next to her, not paying much attention to the people around him. He internally grimaced at the aspect of a free period, knowing that he was going to have to listen to his classmates’ gossip to one another, as well as shamelessly flirting. To occupy himself he begins doodling on the blank paper in front of him, a wilting rose slowly forming amongst the lines. He’s aware of Alice next to him, and the sound of her pencil tapping in a bored fashion against her book. Had she known more people in the school, Jasper assumes that she would join in talking with their classmates. He is taken by surprise however when it’s him that she decides to speak with.

He thinks about her question for a brief moment, thinking with a flicker of amusement that he couldn’t tell her his real plans of hunting with Edward and Emmett. “Catching up on my reading is the most likely scenario,” he answers vaguely, not completely lying. He was intending to read this weekend, but the contents would be historical papers from the time he had been human, and not exactly the modern books that she would think.

His lips curl up slightly at the corners of his mouth in a small smile when she mentions her father. He can feel her love for Charlie spike in her emotions as she speaks of him with amusement. “Chief Swan has a reputation for frequenting the diner. I think he’s there more than he’s home,” Jasper says.

A few pairs of eyes turn to look at the two and Jasper feels a sudden increase in curiosity. Of course it doesn’t surprise him that they are being watched. While Emmett has a friendly reputation around the school, Jasper is almost the exact opposite. And though he isn’t rude by any means, Jasper definitely does not go out of his way to hold conversations with people. In the few group projects he’s had to do, he gave short answers in class, and the rest was done by email. It probably shocked the class more than anything else to see the quiet, reclusive Cullen sibling actually conversing with someone that wasn’t in his family.

He turns his gaze to look at a few of the students near the front, who all turn quickly in their seats to avoid getting caught staring. That doesn’t stop them from leaning towards each other to continue whispering about them, however. Jasper’s small grin turns sarcastic. “A word of advice Alice Swan; you’re going to hear a lot of things about me, and my family. I wouldn’t pay them much attention. The people here couldn’t be farther from the truth,” he doesn’t look at her as he speaks.

He picks his pencil back up and returns to his drawing, noticing that the two eyes on his page match those of the girl next to him.
  Jasper Hale / Kooza / 7y 234d 15h 15m 31s
It was later that day, just before the end of lunch, and Alice had her face buried into her backpack as she leaned against a wall in the hallway since she had left lunch earlier for the debate club meeting with a certain glasses-clad girl. Which, by the way, they got out of five minutes ago. "Angela, I swear, I could shoot you and Eric right now. I mean it! All I have to do is go home and get one of my dad's guns!" The short pixie-like girl exclaimed, though in a more embarrassed than threatening tone, so Angela rolled her eyes. One, because Alice wasn't threatening. Two, because even though the Weber female has only known her for a day and a half so far, she could tell she'd never follow through with a threat even a little like that ever.

"We both know you won't." Angela replied simply, sipping on the soda she had as she did so. At this, Alice pouted and removed her face from her bag, "You don't know that! The story is worth getting shot. 'Not only is this Phoenix Flower pale enough to be a certain Disney princess, but is amazing in other ways as well!' What kind of line is that? It makes me sound so girly! I mean, I know I am girly, but not Snow White level girly!" Once finishing exclaiming this, she pouted more and had a light blush tint her cheeks out of frustration since Angela was already laughing at her already pouting expression.

Suddenly though, the Weber girl's words stopped and she looked serious in a way. "Alice.... Did you see the scar that's on Jasper's neck?" Upon being asked this, the girl in question blinked before giving a slow nod as well as questioning in return, "Yeah, I did. What about it?" When this was asked, Angela looked a little uncomfortable and shifted her feet a bit. "Well, it's just that everyone around school says it's because he was tortured by his parents or something before his aunt adopted him, and-" "Angela, if you're telling me you believe in rumors, I will beat you." Alice stated, pouting with a fake serious look and rolled up the school paper she still had in her hand. After a moment of silence, both females blinked once, and then they cracked up laughing.

"No, I don't believe in it," Angela began, pausing to finish calming her giggles, "But it is hard not to wonder on them, you know? I mean, what else could a scar like that be from?" At that inquiry, the short Swan girl nibbled her lip a moment before replying, "Whatever it is from, it's something that's a part of his past, and probably doesn't like to talk about. People can wonder on it, but they shouldn't talk about it. But, I doubt it's from torture. If it was, he'd probably be one of those leather-jacket 'bad boys' or something." Once she finished speaking, the bell rang, and both girls waves a brief goodbye before going off to their separate classes.

Once everyone in the Biology class got there, settled down, and the bell ran the teacher clapped his hands for attention before then beginning to speak. "Alright class; the onions we need for our root experiment haven't arrived for today as planned, so for this period is now an extra free period for you. Enjoy it, do late work, other class work, etc. You can talk if you wish, but keep it down. We'll do the lab on Monday."

As soon as the teacher sat down again, various students throughout the class sort of began to do a mixture of his suggestions. After a minute of tapping her pencil, Alice finally turned her attention over to Jasper. "So, you have anything exciting planned out this weekend with your siblings or something?" She questioned him of this curiously, she doodling idly in her notebook a she did. "My dad talked me into going to that 'Fork in the Road Diner' downtown since he loves it there so much. I think he just doesn't want to feel like he's forcing me to cook since he can only cook fish." The short female giggled a bit, a soft smile gracing her lips as she briefly mentioned her father's obsession with the downtown diner.
  Alice Swan / animechick98 / 7y 238d 13h 28m 10s

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