AN: Hi guys! So, this story is something that I roleplayed on a site before, and I think that it would be interesting to adapt into this. I am a little bit in love with both Jasper and Edward and them together. I know this chapter is a bit slow, but bare with me, good things shall come! The whole story will range from different POV's of both Jasper and Edward. Comments and constructive criticism is always welcome. There will be some mature content later in the story, and if you find a minor (someone under 18) and and adult (over 18) romance, don't read.
Thank you, Sunny.
P.S. The title and blurb of the story is from a You Me At Six song 'No One Does It Better' so, have a listen to that too!
one
The skinny 'emo' kid is always the one who gets a beating. That's just the way that bullies work, picking their way through the ones who keep to themselves. And I know for a fact that they do it for a reason; I do it for a reason. Mostly walking around with headphones in my ears, but hair not a jet back but my natural blond colour, straight, falling all down my face to hide my dull blue eyes. No eyeliner would touch my eyes, but I liked to dress in skinny jeans, and band t-shirts, wearing wristbands of my favourite rock bands. I barely ever said anything, but when I did every second sentence would be a string of cuss words, especially if I'm mad or pissed off. At sixteen, I was short for my age, and scarily under weight. That would be the new fashion right? Wrong. I just liked my appearance to reflect how utterly unhappy I am with everything in my life, and the thinness is not because I starve myself, but because the for we can afford I let my little brother and sister have it.
No one understands. Why I wear the same jeans every day, and why my hair is sometimes greasy. The only thing that they see is that this kid is vile, dirty. They never take a moment to appreciate that not everyone had been showered in riches since the moment that they were born. I huffed lightly, as the cool winter air sent shivers raking through my body. My hoodie was a size too small for me, but I didn't care. All I wanted now was to get back to the dump wish I called home. Actually, scratch that, I didn't but I had to, to make sure that Sarah and Eric were alright, that the bitch of a mother that we had hadn't spent the meagre money we had on buying alcohol. I bit my lip, my flesh covered in goose bumps. It was dark now, and it was more than a little hard to see where I was going as this road had barely any lights. I rubbed my hands together, my footsteps faster, as I just wanted to get back to the meagre safety that our grimy little flat presented.
I wish I had an MP3 player of sorts, but I know that it would be useless to me as I had no computer or anything like that. However, I like the idea of being able to hide in the obliviousness that music presented. To walk to my own personal soundtrack, and ignore the world around me, but now I was forced to see and hear every single little detail, and I hated it. This world was a disgusting place, and I have barely met any decent people in this small little town of Forks. They were all so judgemental, if you weren't rich or pretty, no one cared. Well, I didn't care about them either. All I cared about now was surviving, and helping my little siblings survive too. They relied on me to make their lives less of a misery. I resorted to small little huffs as I walked down this dark and empty road to keep myself sane from the silence, and my own thoughts. But everything around me could not be ignored, and I heard footsteps fast approaching.
My whole body whipped around, my blond hair in my eyes for a moment before I managed to get it out, to meet my gaze with steely grey eyes. I frowned, what was James doing here? And why did he look so ferociously angry? I was about to find out, as he walked closer to me. I noticed that he wasn't alone either, his girlfriend Victoria was there too, as was some guy I had never met. I was a sophomore at the high school, and he was a senior, and he was my personal bully you could say. His lips were formed into a sneer, as I kept backing away from his tall frame, I was sure that he could hear my heart pounding in my chest a billion miles per hour, and I struggled to keep my breathing under control.
"Jazzy boy, where's your little girlfriend tonight?" He asked me, and I knew that he was referring to Alice. She had been the one decent person I had met in this whole damn place, and I didn't regard her as anything more than a sister. And also the fact that girls weren't my type; not that I let anything like that on. No one knew, not even Alice, that I was gay. I would like to keep it that way too until I can escape this hell hole which people seemed to call Forks, Washington. I could feel it start to rain, as I said absolutely nothing, my gaze looking down towards my feet as I avoided James's face.
"Speak to me you little faggot, does she like it when you ditch her for cock?" He snickered, and so did his sidekicks. I was used to the gay jokes, really, no matter how true they were, they still stung. I flinched as his breath was on my cheek, his eyes angry at my silence. I turned my face then, to look him right in the eye, a determined expression on my face, as my breath came out in small little huffs. I pretended to be brave, a small smile on my face.
"What, you're scared I'll hit on you James? Don't flatter yourself, if I was a faggot, I'd go for a dick bigger than yours." My voice was less confident than I'd hoped, and raising my arms and readying myself, I spit in his face while simultaneously pushing him away from me, trying to make a run for it. I could hear a horrified scream, or maybe it was an angry grunt, and I didn't get far as I felt arms around my waist and my face being slammed into the wall which I had been backed up against. The angry breath and grunting I felt against my neck made me shut my eyes tightly. That was when I felt the first drops of rain, falling thick from the sky and I knew then that the heavens would have no mercy on me.
"Look here you little cocksucker, your ass is now mine." Then he turned me around and I felt a fist collide with my face. I yelped from the shock and the pain that that gave me, but before I could even register most of it, his fist slammed into my stomach as I doubled over. I was coughing and spluttering, as that one punch had split my lip. I didn't look at him as I fell on my knees to the floor. I could hear Victoria and his other friend egging him on, their faces cruel. A kick to the ribs and I was down on the ground, willing myself not to cry from the pain as he kicked me in the crotch with his book. I was doubled over, hugging myself into a ball as he kept kicking me, to the arm, to my neck, to my head and face and legs. I was sure I had screamed out from the pain multiple times. I just waited for it to be over. I really wasn't sure when exactly it was that I lost consciousness, the loss of blood making me lightheaded, but the bliss of no pain I welcomed. The last thing I could see were green eyes staring down worriedly at me, I think the man was asking me if I was okay, but I had already slipped under.
