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I never really had an opportunity to establish a relationship with anyone so, I never knew how fragile they were. True, I had seen girls in various states of near hysteria because a guy had supposedly 'broken their hearts' only to see that same girl locked in an embrace of furious passion with a different guy less than a week later but, I had never felt that hurt first hand.
I suppose the main reason why I hadn't formed relationships was due to my mom's inability to remain in one for too long. As soon as a difficulty arose, no matter how trivial (once she broke up with a guy because he wore odd socks...), we would up and move ... not just move house or town, but we would move state (there was probably 3 I hadn't lived in) or country - we lived in England for a year and Italy for 6 months. Most recently, destination Alaska...I didn't really care, it was only me and her, it was just easier if I just went along with it without complaint.

Our new home, the landscape was pretty nice, plenty of trees, the house wasn't too bad either - big enough for me to be able to be on my own, but small enough to be unnoticeable in its location. It was situated out of town in a fairly dense part of the forest. My bedroom, in the attic, was painted white with cream and brown upholstery and furnishings. There was a large bay window with a seat which had a view over a lake and occasionally, I had the pleasure of witnessing an aurora display.
New house, New Town, New Life....sorted....only one hurdle remained. New School. West Valley High. Used to it though I may be, the stares and whispers in the corridor that signal the arrival of the 'new kid' did make me uneasy.

I tried to be early to my first class so that I would have time to settle myself. I took out a notebook and began to doodle, this tended to calm me down. In a world of my own, I sketched my old house, some trees that were outside and a random swirly pattern.
A whisper caught my attention. "I don't like the look of the new kid" I rolled my eyes....here we go ... "She looks like she should be from a horror movie."
Well, that was a new one. I looked up to see who had said this and I noticed someone sitting next to me. My breath caught in my throat and all comments were forgotten. He was the most breathtaking person I had ever seen....Honey colored hair and a lean figure. My eyes traced him up and down, taking him in. I was scared of him, but could think of no logical explanation for it. Two golden eyes, to match his hair, met mine and all the fear disappeared and I had to look away from him. It pained me to do so...I wanted to lose myself in those eyes for eternity. He, on the other hand, continued staring. I tried to keep my mind on other things.
The comment that the girl made echoed in my head....I thought about it. Dark Brown hair - so dark it might as well have been black - the most penetratingly blue eyes, like a clear summer sky and deathly pale skin...I hardly slept the previous night so I felt assumed that I had dark circles. On the whole, vampire didn't seem that unfair an conclusion to make from my appearance so perhaps the horror movie assumption was more justified that I had first thought. I had to laugh though...a rather stupid remark to bell rang. I looked up to ask the honey-blond who was to be my desk mate for this class how to get to my next but, he had gone. I hadn't notice him leave.

The next few weeks passed without incident. I went to my classes, none of which (to my dismay) was with the strange but beautiful guy I sat with in English. I had noticed that he did attract a lot of female attention which I understood. All the girls in class seemed to be in love with him, regardless of their boyfriends, and constantly badgered him whilst he was trying to work.
I regretted my choice of seat.
The attention they paid towards him began to be reflected onto me...he ignored them, he focused on his work....and stared at me periodically in classes.
"Maybe she's part of the family...messed up as it is." I hadn't said a word to this guy ever and yet I'm a part of the family? Confusing to say the least. I was mulling this over when I decided to talk to him, at least ask his name.I opened my mouth but was cut off, "Hello" simple sentence I know, but it caught me off guard "You're Lauren Draven are you not?" he continued, I nodded. "Sorry I haven't spoken, I'm not myself around....new people" his voice was calming, and had a warm tone to it....I felt it envelope me.
"I know the feeling, not a people person either" was all I could manage to say, it earned me a smile...I almost melted. What was happening to me? I never acted like this. I looked away so he wouldn't notice me blush. "Jasper" he said, "Jasper Hale." As soon as I processed this as a name I realized I finally knew who he was...I repeated his name in my head. 'Jasper'. Unusual name. I liked it. Jasper asked me to work with him on our English project, undoubtedly to stop the girls asking him every five seconds to work with them. I felt proud none the less. We were given the theme 'fear and suffering' by the teacher and had to think of a book and relay to the class how the author of the book portrays this theme. My initial response to the theme was "Oh how pleasant" I smiled to myself as I said this. "What book do you think we should use?" He asked me, I mentally processed my bookshelves at home before answering.
"What about Dracula?" I suggested.
"I'd prefer not to do Dracula" he said sharply, I was shocked. He just looked away and muttered "Frankenstein" I nodded and wrote it next to our names on the form in silence.

When the bell rang, signalling luch, I was stunned, for the second time that day, to see that Jasper had remained behind. "Come to lunch with me." he said, like it was a command....I would have said yes to anything he asked me though. That thought worried me. "I know you got lost on your way yesterday....again" True, since being at the school, I had never found the cafeteria, everyone I followed just went to their lockers...either way, his words crushed the small amount of hop that I had been clinging to which told me that he wanted to be friends. I saw who he must have been aiming for the moment I entered the noisy, crowded room. A small table was occupied by what must have been four of the most stunning people in the world. Two girls, and two guys. I thanked him, he nodded curtly and I went to buy my food. I sat alone that luch hour. It didn't make sense, twice I looked over to their table and saw him looking back at me, his expression indifferent, unreadable. I saw a small girl with untidy, short black hair whispering to Jasper, her brow furrowed. Every now and then she too would glance at me, her expression was more a mixture of both concern and of unfathomable pity.

That night at home I lay in my bed and tried to understand what was going on. I realized that when he was around me, Jasper always seemed defensive, his posture rigid and his lips pressed so tightly together I had to wonder whether he was even breathing some of the time. So maybe I had upset him in some way? No, that couldn't be it.
I finally decided, before falling asleep, that my constant moving from place to place was detrimental to my health, I was developing paranoia.

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