Sk8ter Boi
A/N: Hey everyone, this just came to me and I'm hoping everyone likes it. Alice, Jasper and Rosalie's outfits are on my profile. It is going to start out as Alice and Jasper. Then lead into Bella and Jasper. Please be patient. Read and Review! :D
Chapter One:
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk.
She did ballet.
APOV
"Alice, your going to be late. Hurry up" My Mother calls out to me.
"I'm coming mum. I can't find my Pointe shoes." I yell down to her.
"They were in you dancing bag." She calls out.
"Thanks mum!" I call back.
I quickly search through my dancing bag, to see my Pointe shoes. I throw them over my shoulder and race down the stairs. I close the front door behind me and jump into the car, my mum takes off when my door is closed.
"We're going to be late. What were you doing up there, anyway?" My mother asks me. I don't want to lie to her, but I could never tell her the truth or she would be monumentally angry.
"I just fell asleep" I lie, keeping my face as expressionless as possible. She quirks her eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. She doesn't entirely believe me, and I know it. We walk to the car and get inside. We buckle our seatbelts ('Safety first,' as my Mum never forgets to remind me). She backs out her car from the driveway, and we drive towards the dance studio.
We arrive at the dancing studio and I yell a goodbye to my mother and race into the studio. I ran down the hallway and towards the room I am meant to already be in, only to knock into someone and fall backwards.
"Oh shit, shorty! I'm sorry" he says. I narrow my eyes, glaring at him.
"Watch where you're going next time! Who are you calling shorty anyway, Blondie?" I say acidly. He huffs in response, reciprocating my glare. I pick myself up slowly, dusting the dirt from the floor off of my clothes and backside. I put one hand on my hip, the other hanging on my side as I look up and wait for him to say something.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't be running down the hallways. Are you going to accept my apology or what?" he said. I looked into his eyes, squinting.
"Fine!" I said, walking away and not looking back.
When I got into the dance studio, my dance teacher glared at me.
"You're late, Alice! Explain yourself." She said
"I ran into this idiot and got into an argument with him." I said. She huffed and continued to tell me to quickly get changed and start to stretch. As I was stretching I was thinking back to the boy I ran into. You couldn't really call him a boy, he was more like a man. He had dirty blonde hair, that formed little ringlets and fell into his eyes. The thing that got me were his eyes, they were piercing blue that could look right into your soul or right through you. I did take notice that he had a plaid backpack and was wearing black skinny jeans with a blue Wife beater on. I also took note of the skateboard under his arm and his skate shoes. He had a punk look to him and knew that a relationship between a punk and ballerina wouldn't work out.
"Girls, get up now and show me the routine we have been working on." My choreographer told us. I got up and went to the center of the outlined stage and got into my first position.
I absolutely love ballet and every ballet teacher told me I have the body and the ability to be a graceful, successful ballet dancer. As long as I keep my perfect figure, which is why I was late this morning. I had just finished my breakfast and felt horrible for consuming so much. So I did what any ballerina would do and threw it all up.
"Alice, what on earth are you doing? Get your head out of the clouds and concentrate!" My teacher yelled at me. I glared at her, but continued with the routine. I was just about to do a Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant, when something in the window caught my eye. It was the guy I ran into in the hallway, I was too busy looking at him that I didn't notice myself falling into someone before it was too late. The whole front row fell down into a heap of flying limbs. I looked back and the window to see the guy chuckling I glared at him, before my teacher came over to me look like she wanted to kill me. She pulled me up and told me to get changed and leave. She said my heart obviously wasn't in it today. I got changed and raced out of the studio and around the side of the building hoping that stupid guy was still there so I could give him a piece of my mind. I saw him casually leaning up against the wall.
"Thanks a lot" I yelled at him, he smirked.
"Wasn't my fault you find me too irresistible to not look away." he says.
"No, your just a creep watching me." I said
"Actually, I was waiting for my little sister" he said
"Who is your sister?" I asked
"Her name is Rosalie" he said. It clicked the same striking blue eyes and blonde hair. The only downside was that she hated me and I had no idea why she hated me, but she did and she made sure everyone knew it.
"I'm guessing you know her from the horrified look on your face." he chuckled. I glared at him and nodded my head.
"She doesn't like me, but I have no idea why. I didn't do anything to make her hate me." I admitted a little upset that she hates me.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, she hates everybody including me and I'm her twin sister." he said. I looked at him and now that he said it you can tell that they are siblings.
"Why doesn't she like anyone?" I asked
"No idea, she's just a bitch." He said. I was shocked, I couldn't believe he would he his own sister a bitch and not even flinch after saying it. I'm guessing my face showed my shock, because he quirked an eyebrow then smiled.
"Sorry, I'm just a little shocked that you can call your sister a bitch and not even flinch or care." I said he laughed.
"Well, it's true isn't it." he said. I just nodded. I looked at my phone to see that class had ended, as I looked up I saw Rosalie walking over to us with a scowl on her face. Oh joy!
"What are you doing here?" she sneered
"Talking. Why?" I said getting confidence from somewhere.
"Why are you talking to my brother. He would never be interested in you." She said. I laughed and got a confused look from both her and her brother.
"I don't even know his name." I stated
"Jasper. Jasper Whitlock" he said
"Alice. Alice Cullen" I said
"Okay...let's leave the princess. Come on Jasper" Rosalie said. I just rolled my eyes and walked around the front of the building to wait for my mum.
As I was waiting I could help it, I let my mind wander to Jasper. At least now I can put a name to a face. What a nice face he has too. Snap out of it Alice! I yelled in my head. You friends would never approve, I mean a skater boy and a ballerina. No way!