ALICE POV

The golden-haired boy in front of me gave a smile, it was a smile that you gave only to the one you loved."Alice." In that one word, there was such feeling I couldn't comprehend it. He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. "I love you. I love you so much." Alice, please know I'm sorry for the pain I'm about to cause you." He sank his teeth into my throat. . .

"WAKE UP MARY ALICE!" Mom shouted.

"I'm up! I'm UP!" I yelled. Never a quiet morning in the Brandon household. Ugh. I just HAD to wake up from a Jasper dream, didn't I? See, I'm special. I have visions of the future but my most common visions are of the love-of-my-life Jasper Whitlock or Hale or Cullen or whatever he's calling himself these days. Now, besides being well, perfect, Jasper is a vampire. He's a nice Vampire though. He only eats animals. He had his- my new family. Someday I'll find him. Someday.

I dressed in my "Jasper" clothes. The clothes I'll be wearing when I meet him. It's a borderline schoolgirl outfit with a stylish skirt, jacket, and boots. The knee-high socks are just for fun. The first day of new school here we go. I walked downstairs and my mother looked me over. "Your favorite outfit again?"

"Yep! My lucky outfit will help me out today." I chirped. I grabbed a piece of toast and crammed it in my mouth.
"ALICE!"

"Humnh?"

"Manners."

"Right." I swallowed. I skipped out the door swinging my keys in my hand. I drove and a silver car cut in front of me, going ridiculously fast. Now, I like fast but this is insane! I looked at the car as it passed and saw a flash of unruly golden hair! Jasper. OH MY FREAKING GOD! Jasper! Please let it be him. My hands shaking with excitement I wanted to dive into his car, to see him, to touch him. To know for sure that I wasn't just imagining him. But the car drove away too quickly for me to catch. Fan-freaking-tastic. Oh well, all good things to those who wait.

When I arrived at the office a lady was there who introduced me to a Janette, who was supposed to show me around. "Hi!" She said cheerfully. "I am Janette, here to show you the social do's and don't's in this school!"

Shit. not one of THOSE girls. I sighed. "Nice to meet you." As we walked through the hallways I was anxiously looking for Jasper or his siblings. Janette chatted about useless things next to me. By lunch, I was discouraged of ever finding him. Then We went to the cafeteria. "And those are the Cullen-"

"Cullens?"

"Yeah. They're like, together. There's Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. There's Emmett Cullen and Rosalie Hale and-" She sighed. "Jasper Hale. he's single and gorgeous." She pointed at a table I had seen countless times in my visions. My eyes fastened on Jasper. MY Jasper. "I'm going to say hi."

"You CAN'T just DO that!" She cried but I walked off anyway, then breaking into a sprint. Jasper.

JASPER POV

Jasper stared mournfully at his siblings. He was in a horrible mood. It was Edward and Bella's 26th anniversary and the lust coming off them was uncomfortable to experience. Emmet was trying to feed Rosalie human food and she was emitting strong feelings of disgust. In short, mixed in with the emotions of a sniveling popularity-obsessed teenage crowd he was suffering and anyone who cared would stop feeling at all just to pull him out of his misery.

Well, my serious misery. Misery seems to be my resting place. The last time I was truly happy was in my human life. Unable to take it, he stood and said: "I'm going to the library."

Edward nodded absently and kissed Bella. Rosalie made a muffled sound of affirmation, not wanting to open her mouth. She punched Emmet who fell to the floor, gasping. "Roooossssiiieeeee!" He whined. "That hurt! I'm telling Esme!"

"What are you, five?" She said. "Go on Jasper."

"Yeah." Jasper turned to see a gorgeous pixie-like girl shoot towards him. "Jasper!" she cried, with a voice like bells, an angels voice. Immediately he felt. . . happy. What's wrong with- WHAT IS SHE DOING? The pixie had flung her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, squealing. She looked up at him and he was again struck by her beauty. Huge blue eyes, spiked up silky-looking raven-black hair, alabaster skin, and a pouty, full mouth. She was tiny but had curves in all the right places. She wore a blue shirt that matched her eyes, a black jacket, a modest blue and black plaid skirt, knee-high socks, and high-heeled boots. She reluctantly pulled back. "Hi Jasper! It's so great to see you!"

"Pardon?"

"You've kept me waiting a long time!" The angel-pixie scolded.

"I'm sorry Ma'am."

"Always the southern gentleman . . ." She grinned, "Jasper Whitlock."

"How do you know my na-"

"Who the hell are you?" Rosalie asked coldly.

"I am Mary Alice Brandon, but call me Alice. We're going to be the best of friends!"