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“You’re welcome!” Jasper calls back to her as Angela drags her down the hall.
He stands in the same spot for a few minutes, convincing himself that she didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Realizing that he may be late and draw unwanted attention to himself, he hurries to his locker and stuffs his bag away, gathering his notebook and textbook for his first period class; US History. It was the only class he had with Rosalie, and it was guaranteed to be as painful as ever with his pissed off sister sitting next to him with her attitude for the entire period. Sure enough, she doesn’t even bother looking up when he enters, despite the fact that he knows she sensed him before he even entered. “Hey Rose,” he tries to be civil, only to feel a spike in both her annoyance and regret.
She goes back to her phone, texting Emmett no doubt while he waits for his chemistry class to begin. All Jasper could hope for was that he doesn’t manage to blow anything up again like he had last month. When the teacher comes in, the phones around the room go away and the students stare at the front, pretending to listen. Jasper glances at Rose out of the corner of his eye. Speaking lowly, he makes sure that only the two of them can hear. “How long are you going to be angry with me?”
Rose purses her lips and for a second, he thinks she won’t answer. “I’m concerned Jasper, there’s a difference.”
She glances his way. “Yes, concerned. This girl could undo you. She could ruin all that we’ve worked for.”
“I won’t let her,” he tries to sound sure of himself, but fails.
He couldn’t shake the strange feeling that had risen in him at their contact in the hallway. She was surely close enough to at least catch sight of at least one of the scars on his neck that his shirt failed to keep hidden – the same scar that had begun the rumor of him being tortured by his real parents before being adopted by Carlisle and Esme. But Alice hadn’t blanched at the sight of it, if she had even spotted it. In fact, she hadn’t acted in any other way but friendly and pleasant. It almost made him want to drop his guard a bit, but he had built up his walls for so long, that he was uncomfortable with the prospect of letting someone close, outside of his family.
"Angela, can you stop dragging me, please? We're gonna end up knocking someone down!" Alice cried with a light yelp to the girl as they narrowly missed tripping over a male student that had knelled down to tie his shoes. Geez, and the short female thought she was the only one who could be this persistent when she wanted things done quickly? A moment later, she was pulled out of her thoughts when Angela replied to her worried statement by simply responding with, "No we won't, Alice. We have to get this done as soon as possible! We could even have the story ready for the school's paper today by lunch!"
Despite the glasses-clad Weber girl's reassurance that they wouldn't hurt anyone, she hadn't reassured that they wouldn't run into anyone at all. The pixie-like female was, of course, about to point that out in another attempt to get Angela to slow in her pace, what she hadn't wanted to occur had; she ended up running into someone. Upon the light collision course, Alice couldn't help but squeak out a bit as she couldn't help but almost fall over backwards; due to her two left feet, she was unable to even herself out on her own. Thankfully though, the blonde male had caught her arm and she was able to keep from falling down.
Once being steadied, and then having her arm release, thankfully for Jasper she hadn't noticed the full intensity of his cold touch. She felt a light after shock of the sensation; so, in all honesty to her, it just felt like he should maybe being to wear loves while outside. "It's fine Jasper; absolutely no worries. And oh! Since I've run into you before Biology," The Swan girl paused, she reached a hand into her bag and rummaging around a moment before pulling out a small stack of papers, holding them out to the blonde male and continuing, "Your notes. I copied them last night, so I don't need them anymore. In all honesty, thank you for letting me use them again." Alice flashed him a soft smile once he took the notes, and then squeaked as Angela suddenly gripped her arm and began to pull her away again as the halls where almost empty and first period was about to start.
"See ya later~!" Alice managed to call over her shoulder, and then Angela proceeded to drag her off and around a corner to the destination of the medium room.
“Knock knock,” Bella grins as she stands in the doorway of Jasper’s room.
He’s seated at his desk, his laptop open with some homework on the screen. He stops working and turns in his seat, motioning for her to come in. “What can I do for you?” he asks, his eyes going back to the computer screen.
“Well, I want to know what happened. You’ve been so secretive all night and Edward won’t tell me a thing. I just want to make sure it went okay for you,” she sits cross-legged in the center of his bed a few feet away.
“It went as well as it could have. No one was killed and I paid my ticket. It was a little…disappointing though,” he frowns as he talks, though his fingers do not stop typing.
“What do you mean disappointing?”
Jasper leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He swivels it so he’s looking at her. “I could sense that she was nearby. She was right upstairs. The whole point of me going over there was to prove to myself, and all of you, that I was capable of being around her without losing control. I wanted it to be her that answered the door, but she never even came downstairs. So I made myself look like a fool and probably confused the hell out of the chief.”
Bella rolls her eyes. “Jasper, just the fact that you were able to be in her house, surrounded by things that she’s touched – things that have her scent covering them – is a huge step. You should be proud of yourself. I know we all are.”
“I just don’t want it to have been a waste of time,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“You’ve come a long way since you first joined the family. Edward told me all about how much you struggled and how you fought as hard as you could to overcome it. You haven’t slipped once in over six years. Before, you couldn’t even go more than eight months. That’s got to show for something,” she tries to comfort him.
“Yeah…” he answers though his voice shows he isn’t all that convinced
While they talk, dawn arrives. It was almost a routine that Bella would come in his room and they would have long conversations as the sun rose. It was the only time the two really had a chance to speak to each other without being interrupted by a snide comment from Rosalie, or one of Emmett’s immature jokes. Edward had been a little jealous when they had first started this ritual, but over time he became understanding, allowing the siblings to share a few hours together without being disturbed.
While they talk, Jasper continues writing his report, only stopping every now and then to throw a sarcastic smirk, or a genuine smile over his shoulder at her. As he finishes, she rises from the bed and ruffles his hair as she walks back to the door to start getting ready for school. He prints out his work and tucks it in to his bag, just as rain drops begin to pelt against his window. Any chance of him riding the Ducati to school always went away at the sight of rain. Esme had made it clear that humans don’t ride in such dangerous road conditions, so he wouldn’t be either. He ends up getting a ride with Emmett in the Jeep, which promptly ends up with Rose switching to ride in Edward’s car. Upon arrival, they all split up to head to their respective classes. Jasper is in the process of tucking away his cell phone in to his messenger bag when he enters the busy intersection of hallways – and walks directly in to Alice, who is being dragged by the Angela girl. “My apologies,” Jasper reaches out his hand on reflex, grabbing her arm to steady her as she stumbles back.
Angela stops and lets go of Alice, falling silent as she looks between the two. “Are you alright?” Jasper asks, dropping his hand before the coldness of his skin becomes too noticeable.
The Next Day: At Forks High School - 10 minutes to first period"Alice, hey!" At the exclamation of her name, Alice would blink and look around as she jumped down to the ground from the cab of her truck. Upon spotting who had called out to her, however, the short girl smiled and questioned, "Hey Angela, what's up?" She'd turned, shutting and locking the cab behind herself before then starting to walk off with the girl in a slight skip in all honesty. "Not much, just thought I'd remind you of what I weaseled you into yesterday as you so kindly put it." The taller of the two girls stated with a light smirk, but then blinked at the girl next to her who was practically skipping. With a raised eyebrow, she couldn't help but question; "Wow, are you always this bubbly when it's not your first day at a school?"
"No, I'm not. Just been in a good mood since last night, is all; my dad did dishes." The Swan girl replied, and Angela rolled her eyes with a smile at the response. In all honesty, what she had just stated was a lie. Granted, it was nice he dad had cleaned up, but it was what he followed through on that made her so giddy. The night prior to the current day, Alice had just finished getting ready for bed and was going to go downstairs and say goodnight to her father. When she had been about to open her bedroom door, though, she had halted upon hearing a voice she was shocker, yet then again wasn't shocked, that she recognized as Jasper's. She knew her father would follow through with it, but hearing do so had made her just feel giddy. She hadn't gone down the stairs until Jasper had left so she could do what she had planned on, and then after that she went to bed since she had already finished her school work.
"Oh! I almost forgot; you aren't going to first period today, Alice!" Angela exclaimed suddenly while halting her footsteps, and that caused Alice to blinked and freeze on the spot. "What do you mean I'm not-?" The pixie-like girl had begun to questioned, but was cut off by Angela already replying with, "I'm taking you to the school's media office. You promised to do an interview for the paper, remember? I'm part of the news team, and Eric wants me to take you there. He had our media teacher excuse you from first block, so no worries." Upon taking in the information, Alice rose an eyebrow, but then shook her head with a soft smile and a light sigh. "Alrighty then, lead the way-" Yet again, the female was cut off, but this time by herself giving out a squeak due to being instantly gripped by the wrist and being sort of run off to the media office by being dragged by Angela.
he sun has long since gone down and the moon is high in the night sky by the time Jasper’s motorcycle comes roaring down the Cullen’s driveway towards the house. He can feel a certain anxiety as he approaches the door and he knows that it’s radiating from Esme. He isn’t in the door more than thirty seconds before his adoptive mother has her arms wrapped around him, relief spilling off of her in waves. “You are not to leave like that unless you tell us where you are going, am I understood?” she scolds in his ear.
“Yes Ma’am,” he answers automatically.
It had been a long time since Jasper had felt like he was loved by anyone. Esme had taken it upon herself to remind each of her children that they were deeply cared for, just like they were her own. Feeling her concern, Jasper tries to think back to his own birth mother, but finds his memories of her have faded greatly over time. He merely gives her a soft smile as she lets go, stepping slightly out of her grasp so as to break some of the guilt he feels. “May I speak with you?” he asks, glancing quickly over her shoulder as Bella and Edward stand in the doorway.
The annoyance radiating from upstairs tells him that Rosalie didn’t plan on joining them any time soon. “Of course, dear. Come on, Carlisle’s office is empty, we can talk there,” Esme steers him down the hall and the up the stairs, ignoring the curious glance of Emmett as he exits the living room.
Jasper knows that the privacy is pointless. They wouldn’t be able to go anywhere in the house without his siblings listening in, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. “So, Edward told me you had a bit of trouble today. Want to tell me what happened?” Esme closes the door and crosses the room, taking a seat on the couch pressed against the far wall.
Jasper remains standing, his hands clenched behind his back as he thinks about what to say. “Today was…a challenge to say the least. The Chief’s daughter had her first day.”
He chooses his next words carefully. “I’ve never felt so tempted in my life. I don’t know if I can do this, Esme,” he looks to the carpet, shame filling him.
It kills Esme to see her newest son looking so humiliated. Why Jasper had come a long way since when he had first stumbled upon their family, he still struggled more than any of the others. She could sympathize with his temptation, but she can’t allow him to give up. She rises from her seat and tilts his head up. “Jasper, you are a strong man. I have faith that you can get through this. That being said, I won’t let you drop out of school,” she smiles at him.
“If it’s about staying in Forks longer…” he starts to say but she cuts him off.
“It has nothing to do with staying here longer. It has everything to do with us not letting you quit. That, and I won’t look like an unfit mother for letting her son be a dropout,” she winks at him.
Jasper starts pacing the room, running a hand through his hair as he thinks of some way he can convince her. He doesn’t notice the slip of paper fall from his pocket until she picks it up and raises an eyebrow at him. “Jasper Whitlock Hale, what is this?” he recognizes her tone as one she uses when Emmett breaks something.
“It’s just a ticket,” he weakly defends himself.
“You know better than to be careless if you’re going to speed. I want this paid by tomorrow afternoon. You’re lucky I don’t have you go pay it personally right now,” she had noticed that it had been Chief Swan to issue the ticket. While she wasn’t impressed with the carelessness of Jasper’s actions, she wasn’t going to torture him by making him be around the Chief’s daughter any more than he has to.
Jasper feels her stern emotions fade in to her usual gentle, caring mood. “You know we’re all here for you, Jasper. You don’t have to suffer alone. That is why you will be going to school. Here,” she hands his ticket to him.
“And if you get another ticket, I will take that bike from you,” she smirks, ending the discussion.
Jasper tucks the ticket away and follows her from the room, ignoring the looks from Edward and Bella as he passes them in the hallway. Esme’s words spin in his head and Edward offers him a smile. “She’s right Jasper. You’re capable of handling this.”
“I don’t know, Jasper seems pretty set on being selfish right now,” a new voice joins the conversation.
The three on the main floor look up to the balcony overlooking the main living room to see Rosalie standing there with her hands on her hips. “That’s uncalled for, Rose,” Bella frowns.
Jasper can feel the sense of abandonment hidden beneath Rosalie’s anger and annoyance. He knows that it takes her a long time to trust people. When someone breaks that trust, she can become cold and distant. Jasper knew that he was towing the line with her by taking off. After all, he was for all intents and purposes her brother and they had become close. She had probably felt betrayed by his decision to run off so suddenly, and that he wasn’t going to come back. “I’m just trying to keep from making a mistake,” Jasper answers.
He can see her nostrils flaring. “You know, I’ve become proud of you for working hard at being around people every single day. Then one girl comes along and you don’t know if you can handle it? I thought you’d give yourself a little more credit than that. If you can believe in yourself, how can we?” with that, she storms back to her room.
“Don’t listen to her Jasper, she’s just in a mood,” Emmett enters, wanting to see what the commotion was about.
“No, she’s right,” Jasper shakes his head, grabbing his motorcycle keys and heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” Bella moves to follow him but Edward holds her back.
“Are you sure?” he asks, staring at the blonde man.
Jasper nods. “I have to prove to myself that I can’t give in.”
This time he forgoes the helmet and gets right on the bike, shooting down the driveway. He had to prove that he could control himself; that this girl didn’t have some insane hold on him after one day that would make him lose over half a century of progress. He finds his way to the Chief’s house, remembering the path from when he had driven Esme there to give Charlie a congratulatory cake for his promotion to Chief of police.
He can smell Alice’s scent before he even pulls up in front of the house. Needing an excuse for visiting, he digs around in his pocket until he pulls out his ticket, and pulls out the bills from his wallet to pay it. He steels himself and approaches the door, knocking a few times before waiting. His hand trembles slightly as he waits, hoping that he had been smart about this. When Charlie answers the door with a slightly confused expression, Jasper’s hand holds out the ticket and the money. “Jasper, what are you-“ he cuts Charlie off.
“I wanted to apologize for earlier, Sir. I was foolish and I wanted to come down here and admit my mistake face to face. And since I am unable to get to the court house or police station, I wanted to make sure you got the money and that I paid the ticket on time,” Jasper speaks, trying not to look nervous.
Charlie stares at the boy, clearly taken by surprise by his words. “Look, come in, it’s getting cold out and I don’t want to stand in the doorway. I’ll let the heat out.”
Jasper reminds himself to be calm as he enters and Charlie shuts the door behind him, scratching the back of his head.
“This was really unnecessary,” Charlie looks at the money before glancing over Jasper’s shoulder towards the stairs. He had almost mentioned that Alice had talked him in to lowering the fine, but he couldn’t let the boy think that he had gone soft by listening to his daughter over his job. “Besides, I think I was a little harsh.” Jasper notices the slight hesitation before his admission. “And anyways, I haven’t had any trouble from you or your brothers or sisters before so I’ll cut you some slack. Pay the $50 misdemeanor and we’ll call it even. You don’t have to pay the full ticket.”
It was later that day, roughly about seven in the evening or so with the sun having already set and the moon shinning bright, that Charlie Swan would enter his home and smell the scent of a finished meal attack his senses. Due to what he remembered of Renee's cooking skills, the police chief was highly hesitant at first. But, after a few minutes of light begging from his daughter, and she unmercifully using a puppy-eyed look on the man, that he tried the food. After that, the meal was silent since he was eating it so intently; it had been so long since he'd had a real home-cooked meal in the comfort of his home instead of just diner food or fish.
About ten minutes into the dinner, Alice had just finished her plate and Charlie on moved onto his second serving, the Swan girl finally questioned out slowly, "Say Dad.... What do you know about the Cullen family?" For an instant, the police chief would pause, and set his fork down to look at his daughter and talk properly.
"The Cullens are great people. The father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, is a blessing to this town and all the people around here is talk the entire group of them behind their back. We're lucky to have them, but all the sorry folks around here don't understand that. The kids in this town, they cause trouble almsot every week, but those Cullen kids had never gotten into any sort of commotion. At least until today; I caught that boy Jasper speeding..." Charlie choose to trail off there, and Alice blinked at the last words he spoke.
"Why was he speeding?" The short, pixie-like girl questioned intently. Her father blinked at her interest before he replied, "He said that it had been a rough day." After that, he picked up his fork and put another bite of food into his mouth.... Which, he choked on just a small amount at this daughter's next question of, "Well, did you give him a break?"
"Alice, sweetie, I don't give breaks. You know-" Charlie had begun, but was cut off by the said girl putting in, "Dad, you said that the folks around here talk bad about the Cullens pretty much, right? Just from one day at that high school, without having to hear the adults talk, I know my classmates talk worse. I almost made an enemy out of Jessica Stanley today because of how she spoke of them when I asked, and Jasper seems to be the most talked of at that school. You said they've never cause trouble, can't you cut the guy a break with his first offense?"
There was a long moment of complete silence, a father staring at his daughter as if she had grown a second head. But, from the look on her face, the determination there, Charlie sighed before slowly proclaiming, "If you honestly think that they have it that bad at the school just from one day, then fine; I'll cut him some slack. But it's only this once! I won't cut any of the other of them slack if they speed again or something else. I'll lessen the ticket to a misdemeanor price for speeding which is only a fifth of the usual speeding ticket price, okay? It'll be about $50 then because of how face the kid had been going; that's the best I can do-" Charlie was, yet again, cut off by his daughter but due to her running around the table and throwing her arms around his shoulder and kissing his head. "Thank you~!" She said in a sing song voice, and then left out of the room.
"Let me know when you're done eating so I can put the rest of the food away and do the dishes!" Alice called from the top of the stairs, and then left into her room and shut the door. Charlie stared after her for a few long minutes, and then shook his head as he finished off his meal. "Looks like she's never lost the urge to make people's futures brighter..." He muttered to himself, and then a moment later he gather the dishes, stood, and headed over to the sink. He set them down, staring at them a moment and then at the meal his daughter had cooked from scratch, and sighed before muttering to himself; "Hell, I know how to clean my own dishes. I can't let squirt do everything." With a smile, the male began the dishes and the night ensued on normaly.
By the end of the school day, Jasper could do nothing but wish vampires had the ability to sleep. It had taken everything in him to keep it together until the final bell rang. Just when he thought that he was safe after biology class, he ended up running in to Alice in a few more of his classes. She didn’t always sit next to him but just her presence in the room was enough to drive his thoughts wild. If he had been human, he would have fainted from the sheer force of everything overwhelming him.
He throws his last book in his locker, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder. “Home free,” he hears Emmett’s voice from behind him.
“Tell Esme that I need to talk to her later. I’m going out for a while,” Jasper throws the words over his shoulder as he walks away.
“What? Jasper, you can’t just go,” Emmett argues, following his brother.
“You don’t understand how hard it is!” Jasper stops abruptly, snapping out of nowhere.
“I was new to this at one time, too, you know,” Emmett replies lowly.
Jasper opens his mouth to reply but instead shakes his head and keeps moving to the door. He sees Edward and Rosalie already by the cars, waiting for their mates. “What’s the rush?” Edward asks Jasper, noticing the tense atmosphere even without the empath’s power.
“Jasper here is apparently leaving somewhere, immediately,” the largest of the three brothers crosses his arms over his chest.
Jasper tries to block his thoughts but Edward has already tuned in. “You can’t just run away from this. It’ll only set you back if you let it get to you,” he says.
Jasper resists the urge to growl out of irritation. “I’m not running away! I just need to get away for a few hours and I’ll be back tonight. I’ll plead my case with Esme, and hopefully she’ll understand.”
Rosalie rolls her eyes and brushes past him to get in the Jeep. “I’m disappointed Jasper. I thought you were stronger than this,” she jabs at him verbally.
Jasper ignores his adopted twin and pulls on his helmet and mounting his bike. He keeps his eyes turned away from the large truck, where he can pick up her presence. He can hear her soft voice muttering and fights the temptation. He waits until the truck exits the lot, backfiring loudly enough to startle other students. With one last look at his siblings, Jasper throws the bike in to gear and peels out of the lot, heading in the opposite direction. The road is empty so he opens up, shifting through the gears more quickly than necessary. They’re right, you need to be stronger. This family has done too much for you to just throw it away. Put them before yourself! he scolds himself mentally.
He’s almost at the town line when he sees the cop car too late. The lights are flashing and the car pulls out on to the road behind him, forcing Jasper to slow down. He pulls off to the side and kills the engine, reminding himself to be calm. His helmet is removed and he stares at the road until the police officer walks up to him. “Son, do you have any idea how fast you were going?”
“No Sir, my apologies. I had a rough day, but I know that’s no excuse,” Jasper answers almost robotically.
“You’re Carlisle’s boy right? Jasper?” Of course, it would be Chief Swan that got him, Jasper thinks bitterly.
“Yes Sir, that’s me,” he nods.
“Sorry Jasper but I’m going to have to write you a ticket. Can’t let one of you get away with speeding when everyone else gets ticketed,” Charlie scribbles on the notepad, filling out the information.
“I understand,” Jasper replies.
“Keep it at the speed limit, would ya?” Charlie hands over the ticket, which Jasper folds and slides in to his jacket pocket.
“Yes, Sir,” with that, the conversation is over and Jasper is able to put his helmet back on.
He pays more attention to his surroundings as he gets back on the road, not stopping until he’s a few hours outside of Forks. At least here in the wilderness, surrounded by trees and animals to feed on, he is away from the temptress that is Alice Swan.
The rest of Alice's day had, in all honesty, been pretty uneventful. Her next class had been rather uneventful; she had three more classes after her class with Jasper, and those had been an instrumental class the school had that was an automatic mixture of orchestra and band students, and she had ended up having that class with only two people she remembered the names of for sure, and that was Eric and Angela. Thankfully, for her comfort, the only open seat left in the class was on the end of a row next to Angela, and a seat away from Eric. Like earlier, she had said Eric was nice, but just a little unnerving since it felt like he was trying to hard.
After that class it had just been two more academic classes and then, of course, the final bell to go home. Once she had gotten to her locker, which Angela had walked to with her since she keeps all her books with her at all times in her bag and didn't need a locker trip, Jessica was there. The blonde girl had, surprisingly, apologized in a way for how she had been at lunch. She had agreed that she shouldn't speak of people like that because she new her parents would scold her or feel ashamed, but that it didn't change her views or beliefs. It was a pretty decent compromise is what to call it, which the Swan female happily accepted since, for some strange reason, she could feel her future here being a rough one if the Stanley girl ever put her onto her enemy list.
Upon walking into the parking lot, the short female paid more attention to her surroundings instead of basically keeping her eyes averted from everyone since, well, she practically knew everyone and the nervousness had died that she had felt earlier. Despite chatting with Angela a little, sine Jessica had gone of to her car, she went silent as her eyes caught site of three specific vehicles in the parking lot. Wow, a Hummer. ...It's an H2, a sport utility from.... 2005? Oh, and the next one is obviously a Volvo... A Volvo s60r I believe? Yeah, that's what it is. And that bike, I have no doubt at all it's Ducati! It's also highly likely an 848 going by it's shape and color. Aw man... I love the truck Charlie got me, it's a classic Ford and I respect that, but I can't help but wish it could go as fast as all of those... She pouted, her thoughts lingering on those vehicles she recognized and labeled in her mind and on how all the cars in this lot are probably faster than hers, before she was pulled from her mind by Angela saying by and heading off to her car.
Alice returned the farewell, and then went off to her own truck. When the red Ford backfired, she winced a little before petting the dash of the vehicle a bit. "There, there girl. I know the cold can hurt a truck...." She muttered off-handily, and once letting the ride heat up a little, did she finally leave the school parking lot.
“Bye,” the word is barely out of his mouth before she is out of her seat and heading towards the door.
Jasper looks down at the small scrap of paper in his hand, reading the message a few more times. He slips the note in to his pocket before gathering his books from the top of the desk. He makes a quick exchange at his locker, grabbing another textbook and a sketchbook for his next class. He has art with Bella for the next hour, and she is already perched behind her easel by the time he arrives. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he murmurs to her as he walks behind her stool to take his seat at the easel next to her.
She merely gives him a small grin, signaling that he’s already been forgiven. Her paint pallet is already prepared with a variety of colours, each one neatly spaced from the others. Jasper sets to work on his own, impatiently dabbing small portions of paint across the thin slab of plastic. Sticks of charcoal and a few sketching pencils rest in the grooves at the bottom of the easel for quick access. Once everyone is in their seats, they listen to the teacher introduce the next assignment. Off the top of their head, they are supposed to sketch out a made up portrait, and then paint it. For Jasper and Bella, they could have had it done in a few short hours. However, the work is supposed to last for at least a week, so they would have to drag out their actions.
More than once Jasper catches himself adding in details that he shouldn’t – like soft, porcelain features. Much like a certain pixie-like girl in their school. When he notices, he scowls and quickly makes the lines more harsh, replacing the soft features with stronger edges. The girl was distracting him far too much and she wasn’t even in the room! He frowns sourly. Art was his best subject, after US History. He had never done a piece that wasn’t fit for an art show. This one however, was becoming rather grotesque. “Nice one, Jazz,” he can hear the smirk in her voice before he even turns to see it.
“I’m having an off day,” he mutters back, his scowl still in place.
He wants to comment on hers; to find some flaw in the sketch, but as expected, it’s almost perfect. They were the only two in the Cullen family that could draw so well. Her, only because he had spent the past ten years teaching her to do so. It was how they had bonded when she joined their family. The little girl in their picture was definitely supposed to be a blend of her and Edward, he could tell. Even without the paint, the girl’s dark eyes and hair are going to reflect a combination of the two. Her features are doll-like and for a split second, he notices the longing in Bella’s face, and the sudden feeling of yearning. “Bella,” he murmurs, almost silently.
She snaps out of it almost instantly, apologizing to him. They both go back to work, the conversation not going any farther. By halfway mark of the class, Jasper’s sketch has been altered to at least look somewhat like a mythical creature. When the teacher comments on it, Jasper merely replies with, “You didn’t specify it had to be human.”
Bella fights back a smirk as the teacher walks away, flushed at having been proved wrong. “Esme warned you about that,” Bella whispers so as not to be heard.
This was true. At their last school, Jasper had gotten flustered over blatantly wrong facts about the Civil War that he had begun correcting the teacher, who hadn’t studied history at all, but was a quick replacement for the school. A complaint was filed against Jasper for humiliating the teacher in front of the class, and Esme had been called. Jasper had been scolded when they got home, mainly just to remind him to keep himself in check at school. He could tell by the smile tugging at her lips that she wasn’t really mad at him. If anything, she was proud when her children were able to outsmart the professionals.
At the light words of comfort Jasper gave, the teen female couldn't help but smile in a mixture of relief and calmness to know that she wasn't the only person who had gotten lost in this school. She was about to continued the conversation, question if any of his other siblings or even him had trouble like that the first day as well, but stopped herself from speaking the instant she heard the teacher address herself and the blonde male next to her from across the room. Her eyes widened, and then got a meek look and scratched the back of her head a little from the same meekness before focusing back onto her work. Thankful she had been able to keep a blush from forming on her face; the last thing she needed to be labeled as was 'The Blusher' on her first day there.
At the surprisingly soft sound of hearing a paper being ripped, Alice blinked, and glanced over towards Jasper direction just in time to see the note being slid over. She read it, first glancing at him with a light raised eyebrow out of pure curiosity before she shrugged and gripped her back pack strap before silently hoisting it onto the table. After rummaging through the bag a few moments, she pulled out the wanted piece of paper, and handed it over to the blonde haired male.
Once seeing him scan over the list of classes, and then rip out another piece of paper and begin to scrawl across it, the Swan girl couldn't help but raise an eyebrow out of pure curiosity again as to what he was doing. A moment later, when he slid the new piece of paper over to her, she picked it up and scanned over all it said slowly. And, as she read further and further down, a soft smile slowly made it's way to her face. She folded the paper with the direction, placing it into her pocket and then gripped the first piece of paper he had slid over to her before placing it in front of herself and taking her pencil to it.
A moment later, she slid the piece of paper back over to him, and on it read just three simple, words:
Thank you, Jasper.
Right after had slid the piece of paper over, the bell for the end of the period rang and Alice blinked once before gathering her things and putting them back into her back pack and then slinging that over her shoulder as she stood up. She looked over to Jasper, flashing a small smile in his direction and giving a light wave before simply saying, "Later."
Once doing that, she simply left out of the class room and was soon grouped in between some girls who decided to get their chance to introduce themselves to the new girl.
“You get used to it after a while. My sister, Bella, was the same on our first day,” he says, for some reason feeling the need to make her feel better after sensing her embarrassment.
“Mr. Hale, unless you’re discussing your assignment, I don’t think that now is the best time for a conversation. Miss Swan, I’d appreciate it if you stayed out of trouble on your first day,” Mr. Roland announces from across the room.
Jasper looks back at his work, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, he was happy that he had a reason to ignore her. On the other, he was disappointed that they couldn’t talk. He thinks about how he would have just continued the conversation if it had been one of his siblings. Being vampires had few perks, one of which was the ability to communicate with each other so quietly that they could go unheard by the humans around them. Stop it Jasper! You’re supposed to be doing what Edward said! You’re supposed to go about the afternoon without thinking or speaking to her he reminds himself.
His pencil twirls in his hand as he stares at the words in the textbook without really reading them. He spares a few glances at her while she works, noticing how carefree she seems at the moment. He thinks about how there is still a few more periods left in the day, and remembers how she said she kept getting lost. Before he knows it, he’s ripped a page from his binder, sliding the message over to her with the words May I see your schedule? written across it.
When she complies and hands it over to him, Jasper quickly scans the page. At least, he notes, they would only have this class together. It would make things easier for him without having to worry about running in to her in his final few classes. He pulls another paper out and glances at the front to make sure that Mr. Roland wasn’t coming their way. Once he’s satisfied that he won’t be confronted once more, he sets to work writing her out directions in point form. Follow these and you shouldn’t get lost. It’ll save you from getting frustrated he writes at the bottom of the page, sliding that one over to her as well.
From the sort of greeting she was granted in return, Alice just glanced at him silently again another moment before shrugging and beginning to take down the notes she needed to. It was almost like she expected that kind of reaction either that, or she didn't mind how brief it was. His tone may have been yes, and had also made his greeting sound insincere, but it was still a reply no less, so it was fine enough. When she heard a voice of another male, asking for Jasper by name once opening the class room door, she didn't bother looking up; from the response the teachers gave, and from the way the male spoke, she could easily guess it must be one of his brothers who came and asked of him.
That boy's vocal tone sounded like a natural tenor, not too low... Must have been that less bulky one from lunch Jessica mentioned with the hair... Edward was his name, I think... Or Edwin...? The Swan girl pouted a bit as she tried to remember the name of the other Cullens Jessica had less than kindly spoke of to her when she questioned who they where, though the only ones she could remember the names of where the females and, of course, who she sat next to. After a moment, the short female gave up on trying to remember, and went back to her notes simply, she humming just a little while she couldn't help but swing her feet back and forth since they where no chance of them touching the ground; especially since the chair she was seated on at the lab table, like all the other lab table chairs, was a tall stool.
As the class door sounded again, Alice like every other student in the room glanced at the door, though she simply glanced up to see who it was before looking back to her notes she was taking. If Jasper was back so soon, the emergency must not have been to bad, so felt calm instead of curious. What's the point of being curious of someone else family business? Not to mention, why did everyone else seem so interested. I can almost literally see almost each and every person in this class spreading fake stories on what the emergency was... Wouldn't shock me... For a moment, she sighed and shook her head when she finally admitted to herself that this town raised nothing but gossipers save a fair few; no wonder why her mom had wanted to leave.
The pixie-like girl blinked in confusion a few minutes later, though, when the teachers came over and spoke to Jasper about possibly lending herself his notes so she'd be ready for the test. It's not like I'm not here, you know. You could ask me if I need notes or not, I probably already did this test... Alice though, pouting a little since she felt a light blow at her ego, though didn't voice anything because there was a chance she might need notes considering she threw out all her old notes from her old school on a spur of the moment since she was free of it for an entire week before she moved up north here to Forks.
When Jasper slid his notes across the table to her, she picked them up, glancing them over and smiled a little; yup, she actually did need these. She had almost not been prepared for that test at all since she hadn't figured out a way to take notes that helped her to understand things in this part of biology, and by some chance she had managed to pass with a C, so need say she felt a bit relieved. "Thank you." She told him, nodding a bit with the soft smile still on her face before she grabbed her folder, and then placed the notes she had been given into them
A moment later, when the blonde male questioned her, Alice blinked before slowly looking over to him. "Um... I think pretty okay..." She said, her expression meek as she did so. But, a moment later, she sighed as if in defeat before looking over at him again. "Actually, pretty horribly. I've gotten lost at almost every turn in this school today, and I had people showing me the ways I needed to go. I was in a school at least ten times this size and I could find things instantly, but here every class is so close, I guess it's just hard to remember where everything is since rooms could easily be in one area when you think it's in another...." She pouted a bit to herself, she honestly not understanding how she had gotten almost lost so easily throughout the day. "I even got lost coming to this class, and when I finally stopped and complained to myself, I was right outside the room. The girl couldn't help but giggled a little as she admitted that fact, though it was a bit embarrassing on her part, it still was funny.
Jasper’s eyes had been focused on the table top, his pencil sketching a doodle on the blank first page of his textbook. His classmates talk amongst themselves while the teacher shuffles through some papers at his desk. Just start the class already he thinks to himself, not wanting to hear about the latest shopping trip that the girls in front of him had gone on. He hears the door open and in an instant, his attention snaps to the front of the class. You have got to be kidding me… he tries to sound disappointed in his head, but he knows that the tightening in his chest is from something else entirely.
“You must be Alice. I’m Mr. Roland, welcome to Forks High School,” his eyes scan the class for an empty seat. “Just get settled at the back table, next to Mr. Hale. Jasper, I trust that you’ll help our new student out.”
She seems so lively as she makes her way down the aisle greeting people. The closer she gets to him, the more overwhelming her scent is. When she takes her seat beside him, he’s gripping his pencil so hard that it snaps in two pieces. He notices that a few people around him start fidgeting in their seats and he realizes that his antsy behavior is affecting them. He quickly gets himself under control and keeps his gaze at the front of the classroom as Mr. Roland starts writing on the board. That is, until she decides to introduce herself, smiling at him from her seat. “Pleasure to meet you,” he replies bluntly, growing silent immediately afterwards.
He isn’t going to be able to spend all semester sitting next to this girl. His desire is much greater than it has ever been before. However, the burning in his throat blends in to a chaotic mixture with her bubbly emotions. From outside the now open door, he catches the familiar scent of his brother passing by in the hallway and he desperately cries out, in his head.
Without missing a beat, the bronze haired Cullen makes a beeline for the door and knocks, interrupting the teacher. “I’m sorry Mr. Roland, but I need to see Jasper for a moment. Family emergency,” he lies smoothly.
“Make it quick, Jasper,” the teacher barely has the words out of his mouth before Jasper is on his feet and heading towards the door.
The boys walk down the hall, seeking an empty classroom. They find one in the basement of the school and quickly duck inside. “What happened?” Edward demands.
Jasper leans against the wall, a hand rubbing his forehead. “I need to leave. I won’t be able to do this. She’s sitting right next to me!”
“Jasper, you need to calm down. The more you panic, the more dangerous the situation is going to get. You don’t want to slip in front of an entire classroom. Don’t even focus on her. Just get through the day, that’s all you have to do,” Edward’s voice reaches his ears. “Don’t breathe her scent in if it helps. Just don’t be obvious about your discomfort.”
Jasper feels Edward’s emotions relaxing and he knows that he’s doing it to help. “I’m talking to Esme about this. She has to understand,” Jasper hates how weak he’s making himself sound.
“You’ve been at this for how long Jasper? You can’t quit now, it’ll only set back your progress. We’ll help you. Just go back to class and we’ll discuss it after school. You’ll be fine; just don’t pay so much attention to her, or her scent.”
They wait a few more minutes while Jasper gets himself under control. When he returns to the class, all of the heads in the room look at him as he returns. Most of them look wary of him, like something else must have happened in their ‘screwed up’ family. Alice however, he notices, doesn’t seem the least bit suspicious. He slides back in to his seat and tries to follow Edward’s advice. His jaw is tense and his back is stiff as he sits perfectly still, the only movement coming from his hand as he jots down his notes with the bottom half of his broken pencil.
Halfway through the class, the professor wanders over while they do their work, stopping next to their table. “There will be a test in a few days, so Jasper, why don’t you lend Alice your notes. That way she’ll be able to catch up in time. Jasper is one of the top students in the class, so you should be able to follow his work with no troubles,” Mr. Roland looks at Jasper expectantly.
At first, he wants to politely decline, realizing that if she touches his things, her scent will be all over his notes. However after a moment’s hesitation, he thinks of a possible solution. If her scent gets on his homework when she gives it back to him, he’ll be able to acclimatize himself to it. With a little bit of time, he may be able to become unfazed by it if he exposes himself to her scent on a daily basis in the safety of his home. “Of course, Sir,” he replies, his voice deep, even while hiding his Southern drawl.
He takes the notes that she will need out of his binder and slides them across the table to her. Everything is written in a neat scrawl across the lines, not the typical messy male handwriting. “I have copies on my computer at home, take your time with them,” he adds, trying to be polite while the teacher is still there.
"Excellent, thank you Jasper," their teacher turns and walks back to the front, stopping every now and then to check the progress at other tables.
"Have you um...have you been finding your way around alright?" Jasper hears himself asking, stumbling over his words as he struggles to act normal like their classmates, who all chat to their partners.
"Please, Alice, please! Join the debate club, of please join?" Angela had been begging, she doing the most torturous of puppy faces to the short female. Alice bit her lip, she having been trying to avoid eye-contact since she had left the lunch room early and Angela had followed, but finally sighed; she's given up. "Okay, okay. I might join. I'm not saying yes, and I'm not saying no, but I will come to the meeting for Debate Club during lunch tomorrow, okay?" Once she finished speaking, the female couldn't help but smile once she was hugged by the brunette girl with glasses. They had taken to leaning against a wall in the hall, but once the bell rang, they each pushed off in unison.
"Now Angela, go away so we can get to class." Alice stated in a playfully dismiss tone, and the girl in mention couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and then question, "Don't you need help finding your next class, though?" It was an honest inquiry, no doubt; especially since Alice has gotten lost almost even with her guides today. "I would like help, no doubt, but at the risk of you trying to get me to join another group, I think I can manage." Alice replied with a smirk, and then both girls laughed a little bit before going off in their separate directions down the halls.
It was five minutes after the bell rang for classes to start that Alice was on her own in the halls, she stopping in the middle of the hall and groaning once glaring at the map. "I swear to god, does the damn Biology room even exist? I can't find it!" She exclaimed to herself in a whisper she'd be the only one to hear herself speak. Suddenly, though, she slowly looked up and across the hall from her before she got the meekest of looks once her eyes landed on a door with the word 'BIOLOGY' printed across the class window in big, black, bold letters. Smooth, Ally. Real smooth... The poor Swan girl couldn't help but think that to herself, and then sighed before walking across the hall and entering the classroom.
The teachers was still at his desk when she arrived, and once he introduced himself to her and told her where to sit, did Alice finally glance at the classroom to see where she was seated. Her eyes scanned over the talking pairs at miscellaneous lab tables, until her eyes landed on the table she had been directed to sit at, and she blinked once. After a second, she shrugged to herself, and walked over slowly while giving a few 'hi's and 'hellos' to a couple of various people she had met throughout the day.
Once to the lab table, she slowly sat down while placing her book-bag onto the floor. She stared at the front of the class a moment, and then slowly looked over at the boy she was seated with. "So.... You're Jasper, right? I'm Alice Swan. It's nice to meet you." She said this to him with pure sincerity and honest kindness and warmth, she flashing him a kind smile before turning her attention away from him as she reached into her bag on the floor to pull out what the board said was needed for class that period.
The Cullen table quiets down and they all go still as they listen. Jasper looks to Edward, who wears a similar expression of shock. Were they hearing this correctly? The girl who had just moved here was defending them, despite knowing nothing about them. Rosalie is the only one who seems unimpressed. Jasper looks at the new girl as she exits. Before he knows it, he’s on his feet and following her, keeping his distance. He’s so distracted by his thoughts that he doesn’t realize that his siblings had gotten up and come after him. Emmett grabs his shoulders and pulls him in to the empty music room, while the rest of them pile in behind them. Edward shuts the door and leans against it. “Jasper, I said no!” he snaps.
The others look at their blonde brother, confusion on their faces. “What exactly were you planning on doing?” Rosalie crosses her arms over her chest.
“Nothing! I just… I got distracted, that’s all. A moment of weakness,” he defends himself.
Emmett shrugs. “She seemed like a cool chick. I mean, no one’s ever defended us before. Not even teachers.”
“That’s not the point! She probably just wants to get in Jasper’s pants,” his twin is clearly not happy with their conversation.
“Don’t make her out to be like that! I didn’t feel any sort of lustful emotion coming from her. Maybe she is just genuinely nice,” Jasper snaps, surprised by the rush of anger he feels at Rosalie insinuating such a thing.
You don’t even know her, they’re right, he thinks.
“Exactly, you don’t know her. We can’t risk anything Jazz, you know that,” Edward tries to be understanding.
The first bell chimes over the speakers, announcing that there is five minutes to get to their next class. “Just keep away from her, and you’ll be fine,” Edward opens the door.
Rosalie wastes no time in pushing past Jasper with a flick of her hair, exiting the room first. Emmett follows her, an apologetic look on his face. Jasper walks towards the door, noticing Bella staring at him. “Sorry Jazz,” she murmurs, turning and leaving with Edward.
Jasper weaves his way through the hallway, nearly gagging on the amount of body spray and perfume fill the air. His locker is thankfully right next to his next classroom, so he doesn’t have to hurry to make it on time. As he’s spinning the dial on his lock, someone grabs his arm. “What is it Bella?” he asks without turning.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. There’s something off with you.”
He gives a sharp laugh. “When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.”
“Edward is just trying to help.”
“You know what Bella, I’d really appreciate it if all of you stopped treating me like a ticking time bomb. I can feel it. All of the unease when we’re here, the uncertainty about whether or not I’m going to snap. You think I don’t notice? How am I supposed to get better if my own family doesn’t trust me?” he’s speaking quietly so that only they can hear each other, but by the last sentence, his voice is a little more raised and he shuts his locker with more force than necessary.
Bella looks uncomfortable, like she wasn’t expecting him to snap at her like that. “Get to class Bella, and tell Edward that he can stop worrying. I won’t do anything to mess up the precious life we have in Forks,” he’s quiet again, his eyes to the floor.
He feels guilty as she walks away, her hurt washing over him. He shouldn’t have snapped. Bella had been nothing but kind to him since she had joined the family. With a sigh, he leans against his locker and closes his eyes. That is until he picks up that scent again. He sees her from across the hall, no fear emitting from her even though she had just told off possibly the biggest gossip queen in the school.
He quickly ducks in the classroom and takes his seat at the back, slouching in his chair and trying to make himself as invisible as possible.
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