A/N: So here is chapte rone of Blue Hour. I am very exited to start this story and hope it turns into something wonderful. Remember to leave your reviews at the end. Remember this is a Jasper/OC romance, so there will be a slight change in the original storyline.

Chapter One : Drizzle, Dizzy, Dazed

Everyone has a fear. I had quite a few actually. I was afraid of spiders, snakes, and the nightmarish things that only I seemed to be able to see. . Half the time I questioned my sanity.

Ever since I was a little girl, I had been able to see things in a way other people could not. I had to be careful around people and not say anything if I noticed something was odd about a person's appearance.

It was weird but I had gotten used to it.

I remember a year and a half ago my Grandpa Will began to look different to me. He became surrounded by a dark, graying shadow that scared me. A week after I noticed this strange shadow, Grandpa told me and Grandma Elsa that he had cancer, and that it was terminal.

Grandpa Will fought as hard as he could against the cancer that ravaged his body until he just couldn't anymore. Grandma Elsa was heartbroken. She was never the same after Grandpa Will died.

On the day of his funeral, I found her sitting in his favorite chair; a torn up, lumpy recliner that he had in his study. She was holding an old, black and white photo in her lap as tears stained her cheeks as she sat there in her long black dress.

The picture was of their wedding day.

The floors in our house were old and often creaked under the weight of a person's walk. As I stepped into the study, she heard the floorboards groan and looked up at me, a watery smile on her face.

"Hello baby girl," she said in a slightly hoarse voice.

I smiled softly, not knowing how to comfort someone who had loved another person for over fifty years, and in a single moment, lost them.

I found myself sitting on the floor, folding my black skirt under me as I looked a the picture with Grandma Elsa.

" I was only sixteen when I got married, did you know that Remy dear?"

I shook my head and ran a finger against the image of my grandmother's youthful face on the picture. "No you didn't. You were one hot mama, weren't you grandma?"

A chuckle escaped Grandma Elsa's lips as she brushed my hair from my face and shook her head. "I sure was sweetheart."

Clearing her throat, my grandmother said, "We met at the beach, back in Washington. It was summer and it was a bright, sunny day; a rarity there. He had been so handsome, Remy. He had the most beautiful smile; those are important you know, smiles. They always make everything brighter and when you see someone smile at you, you know the world isn't so bad; it's a peaceful thing, a smile."

I merely nodded as she babbled on about smiles, seeing the look of happiness that came over her face. I didn't want to ruin her partially good mood.

"He had lived in the same town as me and I had never met him until that day. I was so embarrassed when he said he sat behind me in one of our classes!"

She laughed and her cheeks drew pink from blushing. I laughed with her and rested my head on her lap as she began to brush my hair with her fingers, "Grandma?"

"Hm?"

"…when did you know you loved Grandpa Will?"

She was silent for a moment, causing me to look up at her from where I sat. A soft, relaxed look possessed her as she sighed. Looking down at me, she smiled and placed her wrinkled fingers under my chin, "I knew I loved him the moment my heart stopped beating for me, and started beating for him. You'll do the same one day. Whoever that lucky young man is, remains to be seen."

I rolled my eyes as she winked at me. She wiped the dried tears away from her cheeks and placed the photo on Grandpa Will's desk before standing and removing wrinkles from her dress with her hands.

"Alright baby girl, let's go say goodbye to Grandpa."

I nodded and wrapped my arms around her as we began walking out of the study and down the stairs to go to the funeral.

Now, a year and a half later, we were leaving our home in Albuquerque for the small hometown of my grandparents in Washington. I really didn't mind it; I didn't have many friends at school and I could get away from the heat.

I had always preferred cooler climates anyway.

Grandpa Will had some land up there and at the reading of his will, we discovered he had been building a house for Grandma Elsa. They had discussed moving up there before Grandpa Will got sick; he must have done it as a surprise for her.

They had loved each other in a way I had never seen. They were completely devoted to one another and would have done anything for each other. They had their fights, but they always found ways to make them up.

Grandma Elsa had been somewhat reluctant to express her desire to return to her quiet hometown, believing I would not want to go. I quickly told her that I didn't mind and before I knew it, she had sold the house and we were on our way to our new house by February twenty-eighth.

That had been two days ago and today was my first day at my new high school. I was nervous and had nearly forgotten to take my iron pills with me. I have a case of anemia that if not managed can result in some pretty bad fainting spells.

This morning I woke up late and frantically dressed myself in a pair of blue hip hugger jeans and a v-neck striped tank top, covered by my favorite black hoodie. Looking around the chaotic mess of unpacked boxes, I searched for my backpack until I found it lying under an empty cardboard box near the bay window in my room. Grandpa Will knew I loved bay windows, so he specifically had one put in my room.

Looking at the clock that sat on the small, round nightstand beside my queen sized bed, I groaned. I had missed my first class.

I rushed into my bathroom down the hall, tossing my backpack by the door before I quickly brushed my teeth and pulled my long, copper colored curls into a messy bun and pulled my rubber wrist bands on my left wrist and my favorite silver dragonfly ring on my right thumb.

I grimaced when I looked at my chipped nails, having forgotten to repaint them with my black diamond polish last night. I had been way to tired to do so.

Giving myself a quick once over, I shrugged with a sigh before grabbing my bag and running out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Scampering out the front door, I noticed the truck wasn't in the driveway.

Great.

Grandma Elsa had told me she was going to go visit an old friend of her and Grandpa Will's last night. I forgot, and the bus had already come by this morning. Great.

My head fell back and I stared up at the cloudy sky above me. I kicked the wet ground with my high tops before I turned around and walked back up the set of four steps and sat down on the hanging bench, bringing my feet up and lying across the swing as I pulled my cell phone out and dialed Grandma Elsa's number.

"Remy?"

"Hi Grandma, um, sorry to bother you. I know you're visiting your friend, but I missed the bus to school."

I could hear a muffled voice in the background and waited as Grandma Elsa talked to whoever she was with.

"Remy? I'll be there in ten minutes, okay baby girl?"

"Yeah, okay Grandma."

I hit the end button and dropped my phone back into my backpack as I began to swing back and forth gently on the hanging bench.

True to her word, less than ten minutes later, Grandma Elsa rolled up in their truck from the rural, isolated road on to the driveway. I jumped down the stairs and dashed to the truck.

Grandma Elsa was smiling at me with a knowing look, "Sleep in late?"

I gave her an apologetic look as I nodded, my nose scrunching up, "Yes…"

She shook her head and pulled the truck out of the driveway and back on to the road. Our house was located about five miles from Forks, but it wasn't too far away from La Push either, as Grandma Elsa was able to get back from there in less than ten minutes.

We reached the school in about fifteen minutes and I kissed Grandma Elsa's cheek before bouncing out of the truck due to my short stature.

I only have one thing to say about being short: it sucks.

Waving to Grandma Elsa as she honked her horn, I walked into the school and literally ran to the front office.

I leaned against the desk and smiled at the woman sitting on the other side. "Hi,"

The woman looked up at me and returned my smile, "Well hello, what can I do for you sweetie?"

I adjusted my backpack on my shoulder, my hoodie falling slightly from my shoulder. "Um, it's my first day. My name's Remy Byrne."

"Oh yes dear! Welcome to Forks. Better get a move on, you've already missed your first class."

She handed my a copy of my schedule and said, "Now, be sure to have all your teachers sign that copy and return it tomorrow morning to this office, alright?"

I nodded and told her "thank you" before heading towards my second period class; government.

Walking down the empty halls, I noticed that the school wasn't all that big. I guess that could be expected when you see the size of the town itself. Not too many people lived in this quiet little town.

I stood outside the room to my classroom, looking inside through the glass window as the teacher talked to the class, taking attendance apparently.

Good, I wasn't as late as I thought.

I knocked lightly as I opened the door, gaining the entire classroom's attention. I couldn't help but blush as my alabaster colored cheeks grew petal pink from embarrassment.

"Can I help you?"

The teacher's voice was annoyed and I turned from the twenty-something students to face the teacher as he looked at me with annoyance.

"Well?"

I handed him the copy of my schedule, "I'm new."

That was all I could manage to say as everyone stared at me as the teacher looked over my schedule.

Mr. Jefferson gave me a look before handing me back my schedule, "Please try to be on time next time, Ms. Byrne. Now, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?"

It was more of a command than a request.

Wincing, I turned to the class and played with the strap of my backpack as I began to talk, "H-hi, I'm Remy Byrne and I just m-moved her from New Mexico. Uh, I guess that's all."

I looked over at Mr. Jefferson, who said, "Why don't you take a seat next to Ms. Swan. Ms. Swan, raise your hand please."

A girl, with long brown hair, brown eyes and a pale complexion raised her hand.

Making my way down the aisle, I sat beside her and took off my backpack, pulling out a notebook and pencil.

She smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Bella Swan."

I returned her smile and said, "Nice to meet you, Bella. That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. So you're new too, huh?"

"You're new?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I moved here back in January."

"So, I guess you know all the hot spots in fabulous Forks, Washington, right?"

She let a small laugh out and nodded, "You bet."

I noticed Mr. Jefferson looking at us with a glare and quickly opened my notebook and positioned myself to take notes. I looked at Bella out of the corner of my eye and shrugged.

Class went by relatively well; me and Bella whispered quietly throughout the lesson. I learned she was incredibly clumsy and moved here because her mom had remarried to a baseball player and he traveled a lot for his job.

Her chin rested in the palm of her hand as she leaned over and whispered, "So why did you move to Forks?"

I turned my head slightly, making sure not to gain unwanted attention from Mr. Jefferson, "My grandpa died and he had some land out here, so,"

Shrugging, I turned my attention back to Mr. Jefferson, but could hear Bella shifted in her chair, "I'm so sorry Remy, I didn't mean…"

Shaking my head, I whispered, "It's okay Bella."

A moment of silence passed between us before she asked, "So, what do your parents do? I mean, they're here too, right?"

A pang hit my chest. I hated talking about my parents.

Clearing my throat I looked at her in the darkness of the classroom, the only source of light coming from the projector at the front of the class, "My parents, they died when I was nine."

She looked guilty and unsure of what to say as she laid a hand on my arm, "Oh god, I didn't…I should just stop asking you questions."

I smiled and said, "Don't worry so much Bella. How were you suppose to know, huh? Ask me all the questions you want; I could use a friend."

When the bell rang, me and Bella compared schedules outside the classroom.

"Oh we have biology together, too." she said as she held our schedules in her pale hands.

She handed mine back to me and I said, "Would it be okay if I sat with you at lunch? I don't know anybody and…"

She nodded with a smile, "Sure! I'll meet you by your locker. It's locker 103 right?"

"That's right."

The warning bell rang out, causing us to separate from our conversation. Bella waved as she fumbled over her feet down the hall. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Bella was right, she was clumsy.

My next class was art and was located on the far side of the school. I rushed through the halls as I searched for the room number, pushing past the much taller people as they too, made their way to their classes.

Once I entered the classroom I noticed that it did not have the typical desks that other classrooms had. Instead, six rectangular wooden tables were scattered around the room.

Art pieces and posters hung on the walls and the distinct smell of paint filled the room. I looked around and saw that all the tables were full except for one in the back where there were no windows and the only light was from the fluorescents overhead.

No one sat there so I did as I laid my backpack on the table. As soon as my butt hit the seat, I noticed people were staring at me.

I looked around the room, confused at why everyone was looking at me with mild curiosity. They murmured to one another as they watched me, making me feel like a bug under a microscope.

Just as I was about to open my bag and pull out my notebook for notes on what I would need for the class, I heard an obnoxious, nasal-sounding voice, "So you're the new girl, huh?"

Looking up from my bag, I saw a tall, blond, green fishy eyed girl standing on the opposite side of the table, her arms crossed, and a permanent look of distain on her face; her lips puckered out as if she had eaten something sour.

"Um…yeah?"

I didn't like her attitude and sat up strait as she leaned on to the table, staring at me as if studying me.

"You don't look all that pretty."

What?

Cocking my head, I said, "Is that an attempt at an insult, or something? Who are you? Why do you care anyway?"

Her hip seemed to become dislodged as it tilted out as she said, " I'm Lauren Mallory. Everyone says you're like totally gorgeous. But I don't see it. Sure, you have nice complexion for someone who looks like a statue, and yeah, I guess you have nice hair. What's the name of the dye color? I'd say dirty rust, or maybe…"

"…maybe rouge? Natural pretty rouge, that's it, isn't it?"

The bell-like voice came from behind Lauren, who turned sharply to reveal a tiny, pixie-like girl who had short, cropped dark hair and bright golden eyes. She was dressed fashionably and held herself with grace that resembled a ballerina.

But it was not her voice or her beauty that caught my attention about this girl. No, what I noticed was that her skin was not normal. It seemed to glow lusciously with shimmering specks of thousands upon thousands of diamonds that looked like they had been embedded in her skin. An air of danger surrounded her, yet I felt no fear as she smiled happily at me.

She moved around Lauren, who scoffed and walked off to the table near the front door and sat down, glaring gat me as she did.

Turning my attention back to the pixie, diamond-covered girl, I noticed no one else noticed her strange complexion. So, another thing only I could see; great.

I put a smile on my face as she sat down gracefully beside me and stuck out her hand, "Hi! I'm Alice, Alice Cullen. I don't remember seeing you."

The way she said it seemed unusual, as if she should have expected to see me here. "Well, I'm new and it's my first day."

Just as she was about to speak, her face seemed to glaze over momentarily before looked up and watched the doorway.

"Alice? Are you okay?"

She turned and gave me a bright smile, "Yes, of course I am. So what should I call you?"

Brushing curl from my face, I said, "Remy Byrne."

"Well,"

She stuck out her hand and I took it, surprised at the cold touch her hand had to it.

"it's nice to meet you Remy Byrne. I think we'll become good friends."

She said this as if she knew it was going to happen, which I didn't mind really. As of now I only had two friends, Bella and Alice.

"Oh, Jazz!"

Alice waved energetically as she called out to someone in the doorway as I dropped my pencil. Bending down, I leaned downward and picked up the wooden utensil just as I saw a pair of booted feet on the other side of the table.

A cold hand on my back caused me to jump and as my head has still under the table, I jumped only to bang my head against the hard table with a gasp.

"Remy! Are you okay?"

Rubbing the sore spot on the back of my scalp, I sat up and winced, "Yeah,"

Bringing my fingers down, I saw the tiniest smug of blood and shivered; I hate blood.

A sharp, intake of breath caused me to look up and strait into a pair of molten golden eyes, that were similar to Alice's, and yet, they screamed desire as they pierced my own mossy green eyes.

I couldn't help but take in the figure that stood on the other side of the table. He was tall, way tall, like 6'2 or 6'3. He had honey blond hair and had a muscular yet lean body, and like Alice, his skin was shimmering brightly.

But unlike Alice, this boy, no, this man, had scars, many many scars. They were crescent shaped and were scattered across his face, jaw, neck, and I swear I saw at least one on his right hand.

This man screamed dangerous yet I wasn't afraid. In fact, I had a wave of calm wash over me when he looked at me.

Alice cleared her throat and stood from her seat to stand next to "Jazz," whispered, "Calm down Jasper, it's okay."

I watched as Jasper closed his eyes and licked his lips as if trying to fight a heavy thirst. Alice turned to me and said, "Remy, I'd like you to meet my brother, Jasper. Jasper, this is my new friend, Remy Bryne. She just moved here from,"

She cocked her head with poise, a look of inquiry on her face, "Where did you move from?"

Looking away from Jasper to her, I said, "New Mexico, um, Albuquerque, New Mexico."

Turning back to Jasper, Alice said, "yes, from Albuquerque, New Mexico."

"Okay class, everyone take a seat and we'll get started." the art teacher said as she closed the classroom door and stood in front of the room.

Alice gave Jasper a look of confidence before pushing him down into the seat opposite mine, and sitting next to me.

The art teacher, Mrs. Hasting, introduced me to the class and gratefully, didn't make me speak to the class. They had been working on simple portrait sketches this week, and apparently, Alice and Jasper had already finished them at home.

So there I was, drawing the outline of Alice, who had volunteered herself before I could ask her too. I would have done Jasper, but he looked upset about something; his face was void of emotion and he was quiet, having said nothing to me.

I didn't have to look at him to know he was watching. Despite the way his head was angled downward, she could feel his gaze on me as it moved over my figure with leisure.

I wanted to scream at him to stop, that it was uncomfortable, but at the same time, I didn't. There was a strange comfort I felt from the moment he looked at me, and I liked it.

Once class was over, Alice told me that she would see me tomorrow and danced out of the room; yes, literally danced out of the room.

This left me alone with Jasper, who had quickly stood form the table just before the bell rang and waited by the door. Once Alice disappeared outside, he remained there, staring at me from where I stood by the table.

I forced a smile on my face and waved at him, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, too, Jasper?"

He blinked and slowly nodded once before escaping into the hallway, leaving me feeling uneasy. It was like a floodgate had crashed open. The moment he was gone, the nervousness and uneasiness came back, making me feel dizzy.

I reached into the side pocket of my backpack and pulled out my bottle of iron pills, dry swallowing one quickly.

Although dizzy, I walked out of Art and looked at my schedule to find out where my English class was.

It was actually just across the hall, which I was grateful for. As I walked in, I was met my Mr. Birdy, the senior English teacher.

I handed him my schedule and he gave me a welcoming smile until he saw that I was listed as a junior.

"Ms. Byrne, you are aware that this is a senior class, don't you?"

I nodded, "Yes sir, but my testing said that I would do well in an advanced class, so I was put into this class instead of the junior one."

He shrugged and motioned for me to take a seat, "Okay, if you think you can handle it. I guess you'll be sitting next to Mr. Hale."

I followed his finger to who he was pointing to and paled. It was Jasper.

And by the look on his face, he wasn't happy to have me sit next to him.

I gulped down the lump in my throat and walked down the aisle to the seat that was empty next to Jasper. As I sat down, I gave him a shaky smile, which he ignored and simply glared strait ahead.

Mr. Birdy quickly jumped into Shakespeare, saying we would be studying Much To Do About Nothing. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face; that was my favorite play.

Jasper turned slightly and looked at me briefly before facing Mr. Birdy again. I tried to ignore his strange behavior, but couldn't help but think he was being somewhat of a jerk to me. I had done nothing wrong and yet he was treating me as if I had.

My concentration was shot as I was too caught up in my thoughts of the stone-like stranger sitting next me. It was difficult to pay attention when he kept looking at me, studying me.

As soon as the bell rang, I stood quickly and made my way down the aisle only to wobble on my feet as a dizzy spell hit me. I guess the iron pills hadn't set in yet. It took a while sometimes.

I supported myself against an empty desk, holding my forehead as I tried to stop the room from spinning.

"Are you alright?" a deep, slightly southern voice said next to me. Looking up, I saw Jasper standing over me, a look of worry on his face.

I was surprised he was concerned by the way he had been giving me nasty looks for the last two classes.

I stood up strait and adjusted my backpack on my shoulder, "Yes, I'm fine."

He stood there for a moment before nodding and leaving me to stand in the classroom alone once again before I rolled my eyes and made my way to my locker to meet Bella for lunch.

Once there, I found that Bella was already there and when she noticed the sour look on my face, asked me what was wrong.

As we entered the cafeteria, I said, "Nothing, there's just this jerk in two of my classes. He was rude to me."

"Oh…do you know his name?"

In line, I scooted the lunch tray across the bar as I looked at the bleak choices of food, "Yeah, his name is Jasper Hale."

Bella stopped following me and said, "Really? Jasper?"

I nodded.

A pitying look came over her face as she and I paid for our lunch and made our way to a table where two other people sat.

"Yeah, he's a part of the Cullen family. Apparently they keep to themselves."

A girl, who I came to know as Jessica Stanley, turned to us at once and said, "What about the Cullens?"

Bella introduced me to her and to Mike Newton, who scooted closer to introduce himself with what I think he was thought was a charming smile.

Jessica quickly informed me of the Cullens and how they were all adopted and how Emmett and Rosalie were dating one another, while Edward, Alice, and Jasper were all single.

Bella kept looking over at Edward, which I thought was cute. She was trying so hard not to appear like she was watching him.

Leaning over, I said, "Why don't you just go talk to him already…"

She sharply turned to me and blushed, "What are you talking about?"

I just looked at her, the apple I had been nibbling on resting in my hand. "Bella, you like him, admit it."

She looked down at her tray, a small smile on her face before she looked back over at the Cullen table.

Bella turned back to me a second later, saying, "Don't look, but Jasper's watching you."

I didn't believe her, so I leaned back to look around her, a confident smirk on my lips. I froze however, when my eyes locked with a pair of golden ones.

Jasper was indeed watching me.

He was leaning back in his seat, his arms crossed across his chest with a predatory look on his face.

His food was neglected on the table as he was too focused on watching me from across the cafeteria.

I looked at him as he and his siblings all emitted the strange shimmering glow of their diamond embedded skin. It was like staring into the sun.

My heart was beating faster and faster until Bella pulled me up and I tore my attention from Jasper and back to my food. I suddenly wasn't very hungry anymore and pushed my tray away.

Standing quickly, I told Bella I was going to go ahead to my next class and that I would see her in Biology.

As I walked quickly across the cafeteria, I could feel the familiar stare of Jasper Hale on me until I disappeared into the hall.

But even then, I could still feel those golden eyes on me.

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