Alice comes to Forks High to forget. Jasper came to find. Will she give into him, or will she be kept forever at bay? Canon pairings, mainly A/J but with mentions of all other couples. AH.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Obviously.

So this is my very first Alice/Jasper fic! Everyone read, enjoy and leave me a comment!

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Alice's POV

Cynthia heaved two large suitcases into the back of her car. I watched on, hopping anxiously from foot to foot. The sun was just awakening, stretching its weary limbs and casting a mild glow.

"Get into the car." She hissed. I cast one more look behind me, onto the house, in which I had lived for so many years. The only world I had ever known, save what I could see from the window and school. For how long had I yearned to step outside the heavy oak doors, to experience the feel of the raw sunlight on my bare skin without having to worry about being dragged inside again? And now that my wish had been granted, I was almost afraid to leave.

"For goodness sake Alice! Get in the car! Or I will leave you here!" Cynthia all but growled, as she started the engine. I knew it was now or never. As though their were shackles on my feet that bound me to the house, I pulled my way to the car, slamming the door shut. That did it. My last connection to this place was gone.

I was free.

With expert steering, we pulled out of the driveway and drove onto the dirt road. The house had been isolated from any other buildings, with only forest all around. Cynthia revved up the engine, speeding forward, whilst I just thanked my lucky stars and whoever sent her to me.

"We should be able to make it to Forks by eight. Just in time for school!" She added brightly, just like a mother. My real mother was probably dead, or as good as. Never knew her, never want to. And as for dad…? The same applied.

I nodded, flexing my muscles. It was a new beginning! I no longer had to hide, had to cower. For the first time in three or so years, I could truly be the Alice I wanted to be. No alterations. ME.

Cynthia nodded approvingly, as though she could read my mind. Her sleek brown hair fell in long locks just past her shoulders, long fingers clutching the wheel. Her eyes were black, but warm and laughing.

"What?" She asked, feeling my eyes on her.

"You've got nice hair." I said simply.

"Thanks?" She raised an eyebrow slightly. I smiled at her bewildered expression.

Now the scenery was replaced by a neverending streak of green. Cynthia's porshe whisked gently past, until a collection of grey buildings caught my attention.

"Forks High." Cynthia announced, stepping out of the car, her high heels clicking on the concrete. I followed her with confidence, but not without checking my face in the mirror first.

Smooth black hair, no embarassing smudges…then I quickly swept down my body, checking the clothes. My long black top, skinny jeans and converse's had all been Cynthia's present, for which I couldn't thank her enough. She knew me well, including my love for fashion.

Forks High was inconspicuous and small, exactly what I wanted. No, needed. We walked into the secretary's office, where an old woman, with large round glasses and a sweet smile on her face sat at the desk, tapping on computer keys.

"Hello." She said cheerily.

"Hello." Cynthia replied. "This is Alice Brandon." She guestured to me. "A new student, enrolling as a junior."

"Ah, yes." She tapped briskly at the keys. The printer by her side chugged out a few pieces of paper. "Here is your schedule for this semester." She handed me the papers. "I hope you enjoy your time at Forks High!" She smiled.

"I will." I thanked her, and I marched back outside.

"Cynthia, I…" A lump caught in my throat.

She pulled me close for a warm hug. I inhaled as much as I could of her scent, knowing I wouldn't smell it again for a long time. "Alice, take care."

"Thank you for everything. For breaking me out of that hellhole. For setting me free." I whispered.
"It was worth it, little cousin." She replied.

She was more than a cousin. She had been like a sister. I'm sure if she hadn't been so close, I would have been envious. She had everything; the money, the job, the pain free life…everything I dreamt of having.

"I'll repay you. I promise." I said.

"Your happiness is enough for me." She said. Then she released me, hands still on my shoulders. "So, you know where you're living right?"

I nodded. "With a Carlisle and Esme Cullen."

She pulled me in for a hug again. "Have fun, and enjoy your new life."

"I will."

"Will I see you again anytime soon?" She asked softly.

We both knew the answer. "I don't think so, Cyn." It would be too dangerous. Besides, she had her life to live in Seattle, and I wanted to start over. With no more interference from the past. Also, we couldn't afford to have him knowing what had happened.

"I love you, Alice."
"Love you too, Cyn."

"When you're ready, call me. I'll always be there for you." She said.

It was all I could do from keep the tears in. "Alright."

"Take care." She said one last time, and let me go. "Go!"

I turned slowly, and without looking back, headed to my first class.

Classes were easier than I would have thought them to be. English was my first class, and I didn't have to look hard for a seat. The boys seemed specially attentive today, as they all patted empty chairs next to them invitingly, ignoring the outraged looks of their girlfriends or what-not's. I grimaced a little, reading their eyes. From the past, I had learnt that the saying 'The eyes are the window to the soul' was not just a bit of poetic license but was true. They were all innocent enough, so I sat next to a blonde haired boy, who promptly introduced himself as Mike Newton.

"Alice Brandon." I said, my smile bright but reserved. I was always cautious around boys. It was a habit I had picked up.

"A pleasure." He purred.
Thankfully, the teacher entered the class room, cutting conversation short.

After a rather over-excited gym lesson with Coach Clapp, and a painfully slow Maths, it was time for lunch.

Social status was all determined in the cafeteria. I could see the groups clearly, all clustering by their own tables. I hung onto my newly found confidence like a lifesaver, as I stood by the wall, accessing each group.

The most challenging part of every new student's school life: The first lunch.

And I wouldn't give up. The worst was behind me.

My first chapter done! How was it guys? Please leave a review, but no flames. They just make people feel horrible, and I hate flamers.

It was probably a bit boring, but please hang with me! It'll get better.

The more reviews, the sooner I'll post the next chapter! I usually update on a weekly basis, but I have no idea how school is going to torture me, so if you're eager to read on, reviews are always good!

Lots of love,

JJ