Trying Twilight out on the vampire side again, guys!
Let me know what you think as this is just a test run for a possible story either between her and Jasper or her and Edward. If its not received well, I may just scrap it and start anew.
I only own Lizzie and her family!
My mother, Marie, had gotten a job at the hospital in Forks, Washington and I was to start at the local high school today. She said she needed time away from the bigger cities like Los Angeles or Chicago, cities we'd been before. She got that idea in her head after I fell into the wrong crowd last year and scared the crap out of her with...well...illegal objects of sorts and a visit from the local law enforcement. It actually hadn't been my weed, I'd been holding it for my boyfriend, Jeremy. Good luck telling that to your paranoid mother and two police officers.
I'd been made fun of time and time again for a name like 'Lizabeth Blackwolf' and when I saw my best friend at the time disappear into a crowd of bullies, I pretty much ditched the whole 'killing them with kindness'. Instead I went to the 'look scary enough and have scary enough friends that they finally leave you alone', idea. At 5 feet, it was sometimes difficult to drive that point home anyways.
So I might have messed up a little with my choices...okay maybe dating the dealer wasn't my best choice ever but hey! We actually met over a love of plants and piano. It seemed that as soon as my mother possibly could, she moved us out without any word of warning. I literally came home one day to find movers packing up my room.
Forks itselfwas definitely a pale skin kinda town, the sun never really seemed to shine and it's people showed it. From bad spray tans to pasty pale, this town seemed to have it all. Our last name originally came from a native american way back down the line, so far back I really don't count it unless people ask how I tan so easily. I was also informed of some reservation that gave us the go ahead to live there buuuuttt it wasn't close enough to mom's work.
I took in a deep breath as I stood in the mirror, braiding deep brown curls up to the top of my head and down my shoulders. My brown eyes were darker than usual with the eyeliner but my lips popped out against the pale well. I really just wanted to go back to Chicago. Jeremy had technically been banned from talking to me but we all know that with modern day technology, theres always a loophole. So he just messaged me from a blocked number instead of his usual phone. One of my mother's complaints about him (outside of the obvious drug user one), was that he was too old for me. I was only 17 while he was 23, I realized it was 6 years but I also didn't really care.
"LIZZIE. COME ON. NOW." My mother shouted sounding a little short this morning as I be-bopped my way down the old carpeted stairs. She stopped the fiddling with her car key and took one look at me, groaning.
"Do you really have to wear that skirt?" She almost begged me to go up and change as I looked down. It was one of my favourite skirts, all flowy and purple. When I spun around or walked really fast I felt like the girls from Disney movies. I gave her a grin and started inching towards the big oak door as she practically face-palmed herself.
"Just pull the top up, just a little bit." She was still talking about the outfit as we got closer to the school. She reached over and pulled one side up over my left shoulder. I just glared at her hand.
"Mom its an off the shoulder shirt, there fore, not supposed to be on my shoulders." I snipped and pushed one of her hands away, irritated. I saw the FORKS HIGH SCHOOL sign roll past us as she got to the parking lot. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, I was a little nervous.
"I love you and it could be a great day, Lizzie." My mother squeezed one of my hands, comforting me as I nodded to her. I scooted out of the car, grabbed my bag and waved as my mother left the parking lot. When she disappeared I supposed it was a good time to stop waving and put my hand down awkwardly, turning to walk into the school with a feeling of sinking despair and anxiety. This was supposed to be my fresh start and I felt like I could wreck it easily.
My first class was world history. I usually loved history but today I was kinda a mix of terrified and the over achiever in me called for determination to force through the terrified. I'd be okay, I just needed to calm the fuck down...kinda. I was sat next to a honey blond whose hair fell just above his collar white. He seemed rather serious. His stature was tall and muscular, but also lean. He didn't speak at all to me when I sat down, which I was a little thankful for. I didn't think I would be able to say anything back.
When the bell rung I stood up quickly, trying to grab everything I could as fast as possible. I don't know why I was so nervous, I just was. It happened every first day of school, it was like the first day or so I had a panic attack and the rest of the year I could care less.
"I like your braids." A deep but clear voice sounded next to me. I paused my panicked shuffling of everything to look at the voice's owner. It was the guy next to me. He was a cutie for sure but soooo far out of my league.
"Thank you." I gave him a small smile at the compliment. He took that moment to put his hand forward in a handshake. I reacted a little slower than him, taking a second before I placed my hand in his.
"Jasper Cullen." He introduced himself with a small smile. I noticed two things that seemed rather odd, one that he had a southern twang and two that his hand was ice cold. He was watching me, analyzing my reactions as I stood there for a second, analyzing him.
"Lizabeth Blackwolf." I grounded out awkwardly and went to let go of his hand. He held it still and brought it to his lips in a kiss.
"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am." He gave me another nod as he let go of my hand slowly and walked around me to go out of the classroom towards the cafeteria I assumed. I shuffled my own way there and was standing in line when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to look up slightly at a brown haired girl with glasses. She had a soft and pleasant face.
"Hi, Angela Weber. I know you're new here and all so would you like to sit with us today?" She posed the question in such a way that almost had me blushing. I genuinely felt a little embarrassed that I knew no one here and it was so obvious that a girl took pity on me. I nodded quickly giving her a small smile in thanks.
"That obvious, huh?" I asked as I grabbed an apple. She let out a little giggle.
"Kinda. We don't really get new students here so when we do, its pretty obvious who it is." She explained kindly. I nodded at her answer, made sense. I paid for the food and followed her to a table consisting over three girls and two guys. Each went around the circle introducing themselves, there was a Lauren, a Jessica, Angela, Eric, and a Mike I think. They all seemed friendly enough, if not a little hyper active in the guy's case.
"I'll be right back, forgot napkins." I explained with a smile as I stood up and all eyes were on me. My phone buzzed half way to the dispenser and I pulled it out, opening the message with some blossoms of hope it was Jeremy.
"Sorry!" I apologized as I bumped into what felt like an ice block. I did an exaggerated grab for the cell phone as it slipped out of my hands and into someone else's. They slowly handed it back to me.
"You should be a little more observant." I looked up with a glare at the arrogance displayed in the voice to see a bronze haired pale tall guy. So many pale guys here, it would have been odd if not for the fact the sun barely shined here. His face and tone read out as a grown man but his body looked lanky like a boy's.
"I could say the same to you." I retorted and continued to glare up at him. His angled and sharp features were still throwing me off when compared to his body. He stared at me for a second, he seemed to be analyzing me as well as I had him.
"Fair enough, little one." The stoic face cracked into a smirk as he nodded. I glared harder at him for the comment and snatched the phone from his hands. Fuck this guy. I looked down to see the message had been opened and was still on the screen. I blanched at the thought he could of have seen it's contents.
It was practically a sext from Jeremy, 'Wish U were here' with a picture of porn happening on a screen in the back ground. OOOOOoOh my gooOOOood. I tried to glance back covertly to see if there was something on his face or body language that would give away he'd seen it. Instead he was just standing there smirking at me as I stomped away. We made eye contact and I quickly spun my head around, facing forwards again. HE KNEW TOO MUCH NOW.
I came back to the table and everyone asked about my interaction with 'The Edward Cullen' and I shrugged through all of the questions. I was the most non-committal person in that conversation, it ended up being dragged off to sports by Mike.
My next class was biology, it wasn't my best subject. If anything I flew by the seat of my pants to get a passing grade in the class. I walked in and took one look around at the people already in, I was scanning for a familiar face or at least one that looked smartish. Instead I made eye contact with the same fucking guy. I gritted my teeth and abruptly turned around to ask the teacher where to sit.
"Oh uh...how about next to Mr. Cullen. Hes the third row, farthest to the right." He motioned in the fucker's general direction and I felt a twinge come on. I knew where he was, it was the only seat available but I was hoping so badly he'd say somewhere else.
I bit down on my lip, hard, and turned to march up the stairs towards the back of the steepled class room. I tried to keep my eyes facing forwards and my back straight but at some point I tipped over slightly. I braced myself for the fall until I felt someone grip me by my back pack. Looking up as I hung from the straps, I made eye contact with the fucker. His smirk had only strengthened as he took in my position and my embarrassment only grew.
"Let go!" I hissed at him and put my hands in front of me as he shrugged and let go. I face planted the floor and tried to sit up with some amount of dignity as I heard Edward fuckin Cullen snicker to himself in the corner.