Disclaimer: Not Stephenie Meyer and to be safe, I'm not Jeff Davis either. If was, I'd be thinking up ideas for a new series of Criminal Minds, rather than taking his characters qualities, putting them into Twilight characters and twisting them around for my pleasure.

I know that you're probably waiting for an update on my other stories - which are coming soon, I promise - but I haven't been able to get this plotline out of my head for a while now. It's different to my other stories, so I hope you enjoy it.

Jasper

High school sucks.

High school kids suck.

Life sucks.

That's pretty much it, really.

Pretty much the way of the seventeen year old, don't you agree?

If only there was something out there to make things more interesting, especially in this crappy little town. Why my parents thought it would be a good idea to move here, I don't know. Oh, wait. I do know. Because they thought that Rosalie's and my behaviour was taking a turn for the worse down in Houston and thought that it would be better for the two of us if we moved to an out of the way Hicksville town.

All because Rose had been late for curfew once and I'd slipped below my straight A average because I'd been out of school sick for a couple of weeks so I missed some stuff.

Apparently, that means that we're turning into deviants that must be moved.

If only they knew.

"Jazz?" I looked over to see my sister walking towards me, a paper bag in her hand.

"Lunch mix-ups again?" I asked and she nodded, grimacing. Needless to say, she didn't like my lunch. I snickered, knowing that I would probably hate what Ma had made her as well.

"You going down to La Push after school?" She asked and I nodded, knowing that I would probably end up there again. It seemed to be the only place I could get any time to myself here. In Houston, you could disappear and do whatever the hell you wanted without anyone giving a crap. Here, you couldn't fucking fart without someone knowing it ten minutes later.

Another thing I hated about this town.

Along with the fact that there's no fucking sun here.

I only had a year left until I went to college and could get the fuck back to Texas. Or maybe Arizona. Or Florida. Or just somewhere it didn't rain ninety-five per cent of the fucking time.

Rosalie gave me a small wave before walking off towards her friends. I'd always envied how quickly she made friends and I knew that if I tried, I probably could too. She was the more outgoing one of the two of us and she didn't have any problems fitting in anywhere. I was the more awkward twin. I didn't really like being around people and for some reason, no matter how much I tried to make that point clear, they always seemed to think that because Rose and I were twins, we had the same personalities.

Didn't people know that fraternal twins share the same amount of DNA as regular siblings? We just happened to be born at the same time.

People are stupid sometimes.

Checking the time I groaned as I saw that I had to head into class. I really didn't want to deal with this kind of crap at the moment.

Balling up the paper bag that had held my lunch and threw it into the trash before heading back in to class. English.

Fun, huh?

Can you sense my joy?

Throwing myself down into my seat, I crossed my arms in front of me on my desk, resting my chin on my arms as I waited for the idiots I shared this class with to stop fucking whining about whatever the hell was going on in their lives and sit down. In my opinion, the faster the class got started, the faster it finished. Logically, I knew that wasn't true but it worked in my head, so that's what I was sticking to.

"Alright." As soon as teach started talking, everyone scurried into their seats, like good little mice. "For the next few weeks we will be reviewing folklore literature from the England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland. The Celtic folklores. We'll be looking at the creatures of folklore such as the kelpie, the brownie, the pixie, the leprechaun, the selkie and so forth. We'll be reviewing all of this over the next few weeks. You may have noticed that you have a sheet in front of you, letting you know what you'll need to research over the next couple of weeks."

I looked down at the desk under my arms and noticed that there was, in fact, a sheet of paper in front of me. How had a not noticed that when I sat down. Maybe it was because I really didn't give a shit about this class or what happened in it.

I picked it up, looking at some of the things listed on here. Pixies, I got. But what the fuck was a kelpie? Or a Cat Sith? That one sounds like it should be in Star Wars or something. What the hell was a Brodach? Or a Selkie?

Where the hell did they come up with these things?

I didn't want to know to be honest.

I switched off for the rest of the class, waiting for the bell to ring. Since when do we learn about weird folklore creatures in English class? If we wanted to learn about that crap, shouldn't we have the option of taking a mythology class or something?

What-the-hell-ever.

It took a lot of effort for me not to fall asleep in class as he droned on about things that we were going to be looking at over the next few weeks. Part of me knew I should be paying attention but the other part really couldn't give a rats' ass.

Thankfully my last two classes of the day passed quickly – we actually got to do something in Chemistry today, rather than sitting there writing down whatever the teacher wrote on the board, so that class was actually kind of interesting.

I booked it down to First Beach down in La Push straight after last class, not really caring as someone called my name. I knew that it would be Alice, a little pixie-ish girl that wouldn't leave me alone. I really couldn't be assed with her today. There was always something she wanted to talking about and it generally led to her subtly (or not so subtly) hinting that she wanted me to take her out.

Not happening.

I'd rather sit in a padded cell with nothing to look at but white walls for the rest of my life than spend time with a looks obsessed short-stuff that does nothing but talk about shopping and celebrities.

Gah!

I shivered at the thought.

I threw myself into my car and pulled out of the parking lot as quickly as I could.

I slowed down as I drove out of Forks and down into La Push. I sat in my car as I turned off the engine and watched the waves.

I pulled the keys out and climbed out of the car, walking down to the sand of the beach. I walked down to the large driftwood log I had claimed as my own while I was here.

I pulled out my packet of smokes, lighting one up as I sat there and watched the waves. None of my family could understand why I like coming down here and just sitting here not doing anything and I didn't really feel like explaining it to them.

Sitting here, watching the ocean made it seems like everything in my head was just washing away. Like the waves were taking every thought that was running through my head out with them with every ebb and flow.

Looking at the ocean I could see that everything was insignificant. It made everything in comparison seem so small. Like there was nothing else that could compare.

I rested my elbows on my knees, watching the waves.

I blinked as something appeared in the waves ahead of me. I watched it for a moment before reaching into my pocket and pulled out my cell. I didn't take my eyes off of the spot in front of me as it bobbed there, unmoving in the waves. What the hell was it?

I knew where the camera was on my phone so I tapped it quickly as I held it up and took a photograph of what I was seeing. Hopefully, I'd be able to zoom in and see what it was.

It stayed there for about a minute longer before it disappeared underneath the waves. I shook my head, wondering if it was just a figment of my imagination.

I looked down at my phone, seeing that it was slightly zoomed in due to the fact that it was a camera. Why the hell they did that, I have no idea. Sometimes, it was annoying and sometimes, like now, it came in handy.

I zoomed in on the picture, able to make out the fact that the spot I'd seen in the waves in front of me was actually a seal. I was able to see that it was facing me, seeming to look straight at me.

What the fuck?

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