"A Love to Kill For"
By: Miss Mandy Lee
Chapter 1:
AN: Thanks for reading guys, you rock! The story starts from the beginning of Twilight with a few changes. The first bold section was taken from Meyer's exact words from the book. Enjoy my lovelies ^_^ xoxo
BPOV
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with six curious strangers, that I first saw them. They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.
It was him.This boy no man, sitting at the end of the table near where the other four sat seeming to be so out of place in a group of his own friends. While the others sat near one another with their chairs pulled into the conventional position with their legs underneath the table, along the length with their backs to the wall, he sat at the base of the rectangular table, his chair set sideways away from his group facing the cafeteria room. Surely they had to be together, he had to be with them, they all seemed to share such amazingly beautiful characteristics. They all had extremely perfect pale skin much like an Albano would and slight shadows underneath their eyes; odd purple like bruises which only served to highlight their beautiful facial features. The ways in which they moved about with such control and grace would bring the most trained and poised of dancers to tears. There was definitely something unique about these individuals. So unlike anything I had ever seen before.
But this man, he stood out beyond that of his company, for me, he was magnificent. He simply sat there amongst the bustling of our classmates as they ate lunch with one another catching up with the latest gossip which happened to be me, 'that Isabella Swan girl'. Yet he sat in his chair calmly, unchanging as his strong athletic frame remained still with either of his hands resting on his lean muscular thighs. His eyes a most peculiar deep shade of amber shifted and roamed, sweeping over the scene slowly, purposefully, in search of something or someone.
Could he be looking for me? I fought to suppress a strong pang of excitement at my irrational thought. There was no possible way a man like that would ever notice I even existed.
Some time had passed before I realized that I had been staring at this man, for how long, I was unsure. But I did know that I had to find out who this beautiful and intense person was. It was so difficult to remove my eyes from his form, as if something within me wouldn't, couldn't allow my gaze to shift, no matter how much I rationalized I should. My resolve however weakened completely when this Adonis like man moistened his lips slowly with his tongue and captured his plump bottom lip with his white teeth as he ran his hands through his wavy honey blonde hair removing strands of it from his eyes, only to have them fall back into their previous positions around his face.
Shit!
I wanted nothing more at that moment than to run into his arms, climb into his lap, and take his mouth roughly into mine as I ran my hands through his hair. The urge was so strong, unlike anything I have ever felt for any man. It was as if a fire had been awakened within me. I began to feel an aching in my core, an urgency only he could alleviate me of.
Get a grip Bella! I mentally scolded myself.
This was so unlike me. I've never experienced these types of feelings before, and least of all for a stranger, a man I had yet to meet, a classmate, a god even. I shook my head sharply as I reasoned with myself, trying to realign my train of thought determined to refrain from my previous fantasy. But my attempts were useless, I tore my eyes away from the bottle cap of my lemonade I had busied myself with, I had to see his face once more. As I sheepishly looked up in search of the face of my Adonis I found his intense golden eyes no longer searching the room but instead tentatively locked onto my dark chocolate brown ones. My heart leapt in my chest sounding thunderous to my ears as the realization registered with my mind.
He's looking at me! Could he somehow sense what I was feeling a moment ago? No, what an unreasonable thought. How could he possible know what I was feeling? I was being foolish; it was nothing more than a coincidence that he looked in my direction, pure happen-stance that our eyes met.
As I tried to regain my sensibility I noticed to my relief and slight disappointment, this strange golden eyed beauty tore his gaze from me breaking our contact, shifting his attention over to one of his four companions he was sitting near, a smaller less muscular boy with untidy bronze-colored hair. The pair exchanged looks before the smaller, lanky, possibly younger boy began to stare intently at me. His gaze was not like that of my Adonis. No, his stare was much too intense, hard; hostilely his eyes roamed over my form with a look of pain about his face making my stomach turn unnervingly, as I shifted in my seat awkwardly unsure of how to interpret his actions. I quickly averted my eyes and released my long brown wavy hair from behind my ear in an effort to hide my face behind the curtain like protection it provided me.
I tried once more to focus on the table of six strangers my cousin Jessica Stanley had insisted I get to know. She seemed to believe I was a social butterfly on the verge of erupting from my self-conscious cocoon if only provided the proper catalyst, Miss Stanley herself, and that her friends were harmless enough to integrate with; her long time crush Mike Newton, Angela Weber and her boyfriend Ben Cheney, Eric Yorkie, Lauren Mallory, and Tyler Crowley.
Entering the first day of school in the middle of the school year was difficult to say the least. I wasn't new to Forks, I had spend a large amount of my time here growing up spending part of the year with my mother and the remainder with my father, even more so when my… high spirited mother as I like to say would move around following her latest fascination; the men who stole her heart, new age religion, and any number of side line poorly thought out hair brain schemes all in the name of self discovery. None of which left much time or space for me. I wasn't mad at Rene though, she was my mother and I loved her dearly. Some people just aren't cut out for the responsibilities and pressures of racing a child. This was the main reason I had decided to move in with my Charlie full time. I couldn't live with the constant moving around on a whim with no family or friends to speak of, continuously starting over to be left with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company as my mother ran amuck. The arrangement was beneficial for everyone all around. Rene got to run free and unhindered by the weight of a teenage daughter and I acquired some semblance of stability and family with Cha- my dad.
"What do you say Isabella?"
The sound of my full name disgusts me, easily snapping me out of my musings. I reeled my head in the direction in of its source.
"Bella." I corrected quickly and a bit too harshly eliciting a flinch from the Newton boy.
"Bella." He corrected. "What do you say? I can walk you to your next class." Smiling without a hint of deterrent.
My own personal Catalyst herself nudged me in the ribs with her elbow while the hope in the Newton boys smile slowly dwindled at my hesitation. "She'd love that, it's very sweet of you to offer Mike. Isn't it Bella?" She prompted, eyeballing me pointedly.
"Yeah…thanks. I'm still trying to find my way around the school." I tried to mend my lack of enthusiasm. "It's just so big…"
"That's what she said." Someone snickered form somewhere on the left and everyone at the table erupted into a fit of giggles.
"You walked right into that one Bella." Lauren Mallory stated matter-of-factly straining to contain her enjoyment while Jessica glared at each laughing individual insidiously.
I felt the familiar flare of heat creep up my neck and spread to my cheeks, I was shore my face was as red as an apple. Choosing to push past my embarrassment and ignore the rude adolescent behavior of my peers I continued on. "The school is so big I don't really know where my next class is."
"Well what class do you have next period?" Mike asked amusement still dancing across his face.
Ugh, teenagers.
"American History" I stated plainly.
"Great that's on the way to my next class. I've got Statistics; it's in the building right next to yours." He stood up from his seat and grabbed my backpack off of its resting place on the floor swinging it over his shoulder. "Come on, we should get going or we're going to be late."
"Sure let's get going." I rose from my seat and reached for my back pack, which Newton had no right to grab in the first place. What was with this kid, does personal space not mean anything to anyone? "Thanks but I can carry my own bag." His enthusiastic smile slowly faded as my words sunk in.
"So how bad is this history class going to be? The teacher isn't too much of a hard ass is he?" I interjected trying to change the topic as we walked to our destination.
"Uh, hard ass?" The boys asked with a raised eyebrow, obviously surprised by my use of profanity. I rolled my eyes in response and continued walking. "No, but he's more of…. Umm… it's hard to explain. It'll be more fun if you just see." He finished with an amused smirk to a joke I was unaware of.
"Ok?" was the only response I could muster as we round the corner and entered the classroom filled with students. I sent up a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was listing that the history professor was busy reprimanding Eric Yorkie for something he was not willing to apologize for. This heated confrontation between the two allowed Mike to lead me to an empty desk and chair beside his own unnoticed.
"Looks like I won't have to endure another round of public Bella humiliation." I joked as the commotion seemed to quiet and the professor who appeared to be a Mr. Williams started his lesson plan.
"That's too bad. Mr. Williams usually conducts an in-depth question and answer between the new students and the rest of the class." My face must have portrayed some mix of absolute confusion and horror because he went on to elaborate. "He thinks it helps to integrate the new student into the school, help them make new friends, to be less shy. You know…" He continued averting his eyes from my own focusing on the pen in his hand. "It would have been nice to hear a little more about you for a while longer."
Ugh, why me? This is so not at all how I thought my fist day of school would go. Student interrogation? Really? Is this teacher nut's or what? Thank God for small favors. I'll have to thank Eric for the save. And what is with this Mike guy? He's nice and all but why is he so…Oh crap what did he just say? I pulled myself out of my mental musings in time to catch Mike's subtle flattery.
"Thanks Mike your really sweet, but I am sooooo glad for whatever it is Eric got himself into that distracted Mr. Williams. I don't think I could have made it through an inquisition."
"You make it sound like you escaped being publicly stoned or burned at the stake." Mike joked softly as to not disturb the lesson in progress which we were not paying attention to.
"I think I'd have preferred that." I countered with a small smirk on my lips, returning my attention to my studies.
"Ok class, you may now turn your textbooks to page one forty-eight." Mr. Williams instructed.
"Crap on a cracker!" I swore softly to myself as I frantically searched through my backpack.
"What's wrong Bella?" Mike asked softly looking a bit concerned.
"I don't have my History textbook. I must have lost it." I groaned inwardly. "Ugh, they're going to make me pay for a new one. I'm so dead."
"I don't know about that darling. Dead people don't usually walk and talk." A very seductive southern ascent drawled.
"Huh?" My head shot up from my backpack and my eyes were met with gold ones effectively rendering me speechless.
"Never mind." He replied with a shake of his head and a small gorgeous crooked smirk on his lips making my insides flip. "I think this might belong to you." Adonis finished handing me my missing History textbook.
I graciously retrieved the book from this strange mans hands, his eyes remained locked on my own as he seated himself in the empty seat on my right hand side.
"Thank you." Was the only response I could mutter as his tentative gaze unnerved me seeming to look into my very soul.
"You are most definitely welcome, Isabella." He purred leaning in close speaking loud enough for only me to hear. Chills raced up my spine as tingling overtook my body at his close proximity. His sent was unbelievably intoxicating; musk, leather and honeydew. It was unlike anything I've ever smelled before. That combined with the sound of my name rolling off of his tongue was enough to send my head spinning.
"My name is Jasper." He spoke as he leaned back in his seat, releasing me from the trance he held me under.
"Nice to meet Jasper." I tried with difficulty to regain my senses, and then it accrued to me. "How do you know who I am?"
"Everyone knows who you are Isabella, you're the Chiefs' daughter. Your all anyone can talk about."
He said my name again but I had no urge to correct him like I had everyone else. It was as smooth as melting butter warming my insides.
He chuckled shaking his head. "Even more so then me and my family."
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