Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of these characters. I don't own the clothes, or the amazing cars mentioned later. (sadly.) I do however own this computer I used to unleash my imagination on you unsuspecting readers.
Chapter 1: Psychic Future
A. J. Dimond High School, Anchorage AK
2:10 pm
My first day as a Junior had almost ended, just one more class. What was my last class of the day going to be? I peered down at my schedule in my hands. Psychology. This class is going to be interesting. I should try to start a debate about psychics, and if they really exist. Ha.
This teacher of mine, a Mr. Grander (who I think from last years student intake, he is somewhat of a snob) is about to have a heated debate with the psychic herself, Alice Cullen.
I can't wait! But why can't I get a vision of this now? I wish I could get visions whenever I wanted, and not get them when I don't want them.
Only my dad knows I'm psychic, and he loves me no matter what. Ever since I was born and got that occasional trance-like-state looking off in the distance, eyes glazing over look, he knew something was up. That and the fact I knew things were going to happen before they did.
As I was looking at my schedule, and thinking about my family, I tripped on the stairs I was about to make my way down, and in a second I was falling face first down twenty white painted-over-cement stairs into my impending doom. I was probably going to crack my head open or something. But wouldn't I have seen this? Wouldn't I have seen a hospital in my near future?
I saw the stairs coming at me fast, the students behind me gasping, and I closed my eyes and held out my hands. As if that would help. I was going to start rolling down the stairs and break my neck.
I would have screamed but my breath caught. Just before I was about to make contact with the stairs, I felt cold stones hit my sides and I let out an "Ow!" My eyes fluttered open and I was looking down at two strong, pale, almost translucent, hands, gripping my hips from behind and locking onto me.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" said the most beautiful angelic voice I had ever heard from behind me. He took a step back from on top of the staircase, and set me down with his hands still around me. I turned around in his arms to face my savior.
"Eek!" I wailed before I tripped backwards and almost went down the stairs again, but two hands held me securely. He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen! He was like a God! His features were flawless, his light blond hair, just a shade darker than his skin, shone brilliant under the florescent lights from above.
His amazing golden eyes, like molten lava, like the sun, also shone bright. His beautiful smile, that turned into a horrified look when I had fallen backwards. He was so beautiful that it shocked me for a second.
"I'm sorry miss, did I scare you?" He asked, with hesitance, but then a smile crept onto his face. I was just frozen in place and my mouth was hanging wide open. I couldn't comprehend English right now.
I just blinked twice and he started laughing, like bells chiming, slowly. He then looked serious. Tilting his head to the side and studying my face. "Hello?" He said as he took one of his hands from around my waist and waved it in front of my face.
I felt a wave of calmness and clarity wash over me all of a sudden. "Umm. . . thank you." I finally got a few words out. He smiled again and released my waist. A heard a few students whispering things like "How did he get there from out of nowhere?" and "Isn't that that new kid?" I didn't concentrate on them, and only on the God that stood before me.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked again. Strange. How could he have thought he hurt me instead of helping me?
"Of course not." I smiled. His smile grew into a huge grin that now seemed plastered on his face. His pure white teeth also sparkling in the light from above. Gorgeous. "You saved my life! How in the world can I repay you for that?!"
"No need to repay," he said slowly, eying me up and down, "I might change my mind later." His eyes lingered down from my lips, over my neck, across my chest, onto my shoulder.
It was not very noticeable but I noticed. It is a nice gain of self esteem I suppose. "I really forgot my manners," he stared deep into my grayish-blue eyes, "I'm Jasper Hale." His eyes were stunning me again but I choked out an answer.
"I'm Alice Cullen, pleased to meet you Jasper."
"The pleasure. . . is all mine." His grin turned into a soft smile. My cheeks started to hurt from grinning. I wonder how stupid I must look, smiling and unmoving. Barely blinking because I thought this must be a dream. How could I see this amazing guy? Is he real? Just then the bell rang and my smile was gone in an instant. Great. Late.
"I have to go to psychology." I said, but what I thought was I have to get this guy's number.
"I would walk you to class but I have Economics and it is that way." He pointed in the opposite direction with a frown. I just nodded and shrugged.
"Oh, well maybe I'll see you around." I replied and he didn't say anything after a while so I felt awkward, and he continued staring at me, I blushed a little more and turned to walk back down the stairs. Watching each step I took carefully.
"Wait!" He called out behind me. I stopped and turned around, a little stunned.
"Here you go, you dropped this." He handed me my schedule from out of his pocket. When did he find the time to put that there if his hands were around my waist? Strange. Almost as strange as me.
"Yeah, see you around ." He smiled and I didn't feel that embarrassed anymore. I managed to nod and start back down the stairs. "Definitely." I heard him mutter from behind me, a smile to his voice. I turned around to see him one last time. This God, with golden eyes. He was gone. I didn't even here him go. Oh well. I kept thinking about him as I entered Psychology. Mr. Grander stopped talking and the whole class stared at me.
The teacher didn't say anything though, and with a quick smile I turned and made my way to the only desk left in the front of the classroom. What a great first impression.
I kept replaying the ordeal I just had over and over again about Jasper. I kind of liked that name. It reminded me of the name Casper. Like the ghost or something. Ironic how he is the same color as one. Beautiful nonetheless. I kept picturing his muscles underneath his shirt. His medium-length blond hair falling in his eyes. It shining in the light. An adorable messy style.
I looked up from my desk for the first time this whole class period and realized the teacher was staring at me. I smiled a little. He kept staring at me then walked to his desk and started packing up his things. What is going on? I noticed the room was pretty quiet and turned around. Oh.
"Class ended a good five minutes ago Ms. Cullen." The teacher said, smirking. I can't believe I didn't notice. "Is there something you need?" He asked as he focused his attention back onto me.
"I apologize for being tardy." I said as I got my things and left the room. It looked like a storm was brewing on the Alaskan horizon; well it looked that way when I was in the classroom looking out the tiny windows.
I had just turned to the right after leaving the class, about to make my way to my locker when. . . . "Eek!" I stumbled into his arms, again.
"Did I scare you, . . . again?" He said and smiled. His arms wrapped around me, not letting go even though I was stable. I just nodded my head and took a deep breath. He chuckled. "So how was Psychology?" He said, letting go of me hesitantly. I took a step back and looked up at him, smiling.
"To tell you the truth, I don't remember a thing." I muttered and he laughed.
"Don't worry, your not the only one who totally can't remember their last class." He was glowing.
"Yeah, but now I am going to miss the bus."
"You don't have a car?"
"No car, no license." I mumbled. For the last two years I never even attempted driving a car. I was deathly afraid of them. Not being in a car, but driving down the road trying to stay in between those little lines. Eek! Plus, when I was eight I had a vision of myself behind the wheel of a small car, crashing. It wasn't a pretty sight.
"Are you serious? How sad. Tsk Tsk Tsk." He smiled.
"There is nothing wrong with riding the bus my whole life. The ninth graders and few sophomores aren't that bad. Out of school they still have buses. For unique people like me." I said, glaring at him.
"Unique, that's the word." He started laughing. I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm in his cold stone hand and spun me around to face him. It was almost like dancing. I was in awe of his strength and speed. "I'm sorry Alice, I promise I won't make fun of your little situation again." He was grinning.
I couldn't help but smile back. I felt so calm and serene now, almost like I was dreaming. Probably was.
"Can I give you a ride home?" He asked still grinning. Again, I couldn't form a complete sentence in my head so I just smiled and nodded.
He laughed a little. I got my things out of my locker, and we made our way to his car. A stunning black on black 2003 Jaguar XKR coupe was right in front of me. "Oh my God!" I cried out. He smiled, then said, "Me and my sister love fast and or expensive cars. We also got an Aston Martin and a silver Jeep Wrangler."
"What do your parents have? A stretch limo?" I asked, still stunned staring at the car. Like a gentleman he led me to the passenger door, and opened it for me.
"Naw, it's just me and my sis now. She is 19 and taking care of me. Her name is Rosalie, and I'm sure you two would get along. She is a little tenacious and stubborn though. . . " He smiled. I laughed a little as I got comfortable in his car.
I wonder what happened to his parents? I wouldn't push the issue.
"So are we going back to my place or might you point me in the direction of your house?"
"Oh, yeah, it's 5310 Foresten St. You know? The big light blue house surrounded by all the tan ones?"
"Yeah, I know. Very. . . Unique," I glared at him and he added, "Very unique house." He smiled over at me. I couldn't hold my ground and I smiled back. I hardly even noticed we were moving because I was so focused on him, but when I looked away, everything was zooming past. My eyes were wide open as I saw the speedometer. 88 mph. And going up.
I blinked a second to take it in and then I was grinning so big. "This is so amazing! The fastest the bus goes is fifty!" We both laughed together.
"So you like going fast?"
"Only when I'm not driving. Which isn't an issue." he smiled at me. Then looked ahead but I saw him looking at me from the corner of his eye. I looked over at the speedometer again. 110! In my head I kept thinking faster, faster, more speed! What is wrong with me? I laughed to myself. He started laughing when I did and I turned to look at him but he stared ahead.
I kept staring at him tell he smiled and said, "I'm surprised you like going so fast. I can really tell you enjoy this." The speedometer read 115. My house was a seven minute drive after we got out of the city.
We were almost out of the city and into the suburbs, the view of the surrounding forests and lakes, were breathtaking. Ever since I was little I couldn't get enough of the view. The mountains stood gigantic, with their snow covered peaks. Not to mention the wilderness scent that drifted through the air. Pine trees, fresh snow. The always calming cold gentle breeze that seems a permanent Alaskan feature. Then that made me think of sipping down some delicious hot chocolate. My mind was racing. Just like the car.
(Time to add in a little Bella and Edwardness :)I was looking around the car and I found his CD collection. "Oh MY GOD!"
"What?!"
"You have like all my favorite CDs! Linkin Park's Minutes to Midnight! Three Days Grace One X CD! Like all of the Bowling for Soup CDs.! OMG!" He started laughing. The chiming bells were ringing through the air.
"And here I thought you were going to have a heart attack." I smiled and returned to looking through his collection.
"Oh My God!"
"WHAT?!"
"YOU have Cascada's Everytime We Touch CD!" I burst into laughter. He tried to look mad but he started smiling again.
"Yeah, so? Nothing wrong with a guy liking that sort of thing."
"Haha, no, it's great! Cool! I love that CD. You're the first person I met who likes these types of music. A weird techno/alternative rock collection." He smiled at me again.
"You like all these bands too?"
"Duh!" I replied. He chuckled.
"Well, I do believe we are here." I turned to look ahead. My two-story blue house stood 12 feet in front of me.
"Oh. I didn't realize we were here." I was kind of sad at the thought. I wanted to talk to Mr.Hottie here for hours. If we had music in common I'm sure we will have more.
"Don't be sad." He said as he got out and walked around to open my door, quicker than most people. How did he know I was a little sad? I must look sad. He grabbed my hand, his eyes focused on mine, gently pulled me out of my seat and onto my driveway. I smiled.
"That took less time then I thought it would."
"Yes, maybe because we went a little faster than that slow yellow hunk of metal?" He said sarcastically.
"Maybe." I smiled. "Would you like to come in?" Please say yes, please say yes. He stared deeply into my eyes, and he was really concentrating on something. The side of his lips went up and just then a big gust of wind blew from behind me in his direction. My dark hair flew out in front of me and he stiffened.
What was wrong? It looked like he stopped breathing. We stood like that for a second before he slowly shook his head no. "I'm sorry Alice, I would really love too, but I should start heading home before the storm." I think I felt my heart break. Did I already fall for the guy? His face looked like he was in pain.
"Don't worry, we will see each other tomorrow, I'm sure about that." I felt a little better.
"OK." I made my way up to the front door. I turned around before I got out my key and waved goodbye to Jasper. He was grinning again. He was just so life-loving and full of joy, but I could tell under that there was more.
He looked like he has felt a lot of pain. Like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Something about him intrigued me. More than his perfect body and wit. It was mystery.
I made my way up stairs to my room, gracefully this time; (I can't believe I tripped! I usually never fall or stumble.) I checked my e-mail first thing when I got home. I put on my favorite CD, and started the few homework assignments I got.
Already on the first day of school and 2 book reports due in two days and a 50 question worksheet due tomorrow! Jeez! I wish I could be shopping right now.
Dad did give me his credit card in case of emergency. Does shopping count? I guess not, such a shame. He is out on a business trip for a week so I get the place to myself. He never did remarry after mom passed away when I was four. I wonder why.
Maybe no one wants a workaholic.
"Debbie just hit the wall,
She never had it all,
One Prozac a day,
Husband's a CPA,
Her dreams went out the door,
when she turned twenty-four,
Only been with one man,
what happened to her . . . "
"Hello?" I answered my cell phone with hesitancy.
"Alice!" Chelsea yelled. "You were supposed to call me around seven!" She ranted on.
"Sorry, I lost track of time."
"Oh whatever, so is the party still on at your place Saturday?"
"I suppose. . ."
"No! You don't suppose! You know! What are you gonna wear?" Finally she is speaking my language.
" Remember last week me, you, Samantha, and Rachel went to Dimond Center Mall? Remember that cute light blue mini skirt I got at AMO and that black tank and white button-up? And those kitten heels from Famous Footwear? "
"Cute! Stylish! Sexy, ha, well remember the pink dress I picked up from Pac Sun?"
"With the lace and colorful band?"
"Yes!"
"Adorable!"
"I know! . . . So missy, I heard some hot sexy hunk saved you from disaster?" I gasped. How did she hear already. Well I should have known. Everyone at that school knows me and not much goes on there at school. Plus my friends are all gossips.
"Oh yes. He was so sweet and funny, and smart and. . "
"SEXY! He is in my Honors class. History. I sit behind him and can't help but stare. The new kid's name is Jasper something. . . right?"
"Jasper Hale. Yeah, he gave me a ride home today because I missed the bus."
"What?! You should have told me right when you got in the door! Did he kiss you?"
"Well. . . . no."
"Was he at least flirting with you? Are you interested? Could I have him?!"
"I don't know, yes, NO." I smiled to myself. I want to get to know this Jasper Hale.
"Fine! But if he isn't interested in you let me know."
"Sure thing Chel."
"KK bye babe. Muah." She hung up before I could say bye. I think she cared more about him then the party. That's a first. I went back to my homework. The music filling the air from my favorite CD.
I laid stomach down on top of my blue plush bedspread. I finished my homework at around eight, ate a small dinner, and decided to take a shower to wash away any stress.
I had a vision of the party yesterday. Some stupid guy is going to try to make a move on me and I slap him. Can't wait.
The hot water was soothing and my kiwi shampoo scent filled the air. I was very relaxed. The suds were everywhere and I massaged the conditioner in soon after. As I was finally starting to clear my mind of all distractions, it happened!
My sight quickly faded and in a flash. "Sweetie, I'm glad you accept me for who I truly am. Your my little psychic gift from above," Jasper said as he pulled me closer for a tight embrace. I felt shivers run up and down my spine but it felt amazing. I was in pure ecstasy. Intoxicated by his scent.
"I can feel your every emotion. It still surprises me that every time I touch you you don't feel fear at all, just happy. Pure happiness. Your truly one of a kind." He smiled at me as he pulled away and held my hand in his own. His golden eyes sparkling.
The scent of the pine trees filled the air around me. I could make out the sun set beyond the trees. We sat on a fallen tree in the middle of nowhere. I heard birds chirping in the distance and the last remaining light was bouncing of his pale skin.
Rainbow colors filled the air and the snow deposits. Blue, red, yellow, green, purple, shining. Even his hair reflected the color fragments.
"Alice," He said as he got up and helped me onto my feet, "I have never felt this way about anyone. I'm so happy that the first day we met and I took you home I didn't follow you into your house, I wouldn't have been able to resist your sweet, tempting blood."
I felt tears roll down my face. Not frightened crying, just being in the moment, pure happiness as he had said. "I still remember like it was yesterday, with thanks to my vampire memory, that you told me before I had a chance to tell you what I am. I was the scared one. I kept thinking, 'Who is this? Is it human?' Haha, very human, just . . . unique."
We started laughing together, a quiet laughter in the quiet forest. "You explained you were psychic and I just kept thinking 'Great, I won't be able to get away with anything.'"
He got down on one knee, and he stared into my eyes and more tears rolled down my face. "Alice, you complete me. My other half. You give me life and make me feel less orderly and your the first person in decades to make me smile,"
"You don't judge me. Your just a complete little petite ball of happiness and I wish I didn't have to share you with the world." He winked and I laughed and sobbed.
He then pulled out something shiny from his pocket. He held it up closer for me to see. I was in awe and I stopped breathing as I marveled it. I could tell right away every detail of the ring. It was 18kt White Gold band with a sparkling round diamond in the middle.
"Alice Cullen, will you marry me?" Jasper said with the most loving smile ever with a hint of mischievousness.
A quick flash of black then my vision ended and I was in the shower. The cold water was a wake up call and I felt like I drowned. I blinked twice. My memory trying to sort out that jumble of images and sounds tell it clicked in my head.
Vampire?!
