"She loves me not, she loves me." The young Jacob Black whispers, as he tears at the violet petals, hoping no would discover him. "She loves me not." He frowns with disappointment. It was childish really, the age-old-tradition, but he can't help it – he's nervous. He's heard so many stories of the Cullens, bullshit – he knows, standing outside her window (well, he hopes it's her window.) He wonders what he's doing here, she couldn't be home – not with her golden eyes, her perfect figure, and grace. She walks just like a dancer, though to his knowledge she isn't one. He picks up a pebble, flat and smooth and his hand, they could be like Romeo and Juliet he was about to throw it –
"I don't think Emmett would appreciate that." Her voice sings, and he stops mid throw – he looks at her. She was radiant. He drops the rock and it falls lifeless, as a blush rose to his face. She smiles at him, sweetly and politely, but not the way he wants. And he knows it. "How are you Jacob?" He likes the way his name sounds out of her mouth. He doesn't remember that he's never talked to her, and he doesn't care how she knows his name. He just wishes say it again. And again.
"Fine." He whispers, she takes his breath away. Before he could blink, she's standing in front of him, tracing her cold pale fingertips against his cheek – he shivers. She smells like jasmine and lilies and up close she's even more radiant, he wants to touch her. But she takes a step back, her face suddenly cold and indifferent.
"You should leave Jacob." There was something about the way she said it, even with her musical voice – that he has to now. So Jacob didn't protest, and Jacob didn't argue – he just takes one step away from her and runs off. He runs far away from the Cullen estate, and Alice watches with knowing eyes.
"Shut up, Edward." She clicks her tongue with disapproval causing her brother to smile. He jumps out from his hiding spot, grinning.
"I wasn't going to say anything Alice."
And she laughs, because she knows what he was going to say – and she knows he doesn't know the half of it.
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Alice doesn't smell like jasmine and lilies anymore, she reeks of vampire. And her beautiful golden eyes, and her grace aren't real, and he wonders what the hell he was thinking. He doesn't want to touch her anymore, he wants to kill her - he doesn't want to crush on her, he wants to crush her.
"Hello Jacob." She smiles, he doesn't want to hear her say his name. It poisons it. He doesn't greet her with a response, because he knows she knew – from the very beginning and it makes him hate her. She picks up a flower, a violet, and began to tear at it. "He loves me," the petal fell towards the ground. "He loves me not." She sings, and he closes his eyes remembering she doesn't have a heart – it had stopped beating long ago. "Oh would you look at that, he loves me." Her perfect lips curves into a smile, taunting him with it.
"You reek." He tells her, his voice cold. And she laughs, the sound of it causing him to flinch. He begins to stalk off, ignoring her, but she doesn't give up so quickly. She follows in his footsteps.
"Well, you don't smell like posies either." She giggles, staring at the stem of the flower. "I guess it lied."
"What?" his curiosity gets the better of him.
"It told me you love me, and it told you I didn't."
He stops, and turns – but she's gone, but the stem reminds. He picks it up and puts it in his pocket, and walks on.
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I'm pro alice-jasper, but I thought it'd be interesting to throw that out there. Obviously AUxcore. Um, first Twilight fanfiction –gets a cookie- so review.