Hey guys this is my 2nd fan fiction, and I really wanted to try a Twilight one. Now this storyline might confuse you because of the time lines. Basically let's just pretend that Eclipse has happened, but Jessica, who is the main character knows nothing about it. Also Jessica, Bella, Edward and Paul are all in the 11th grade, while Jacob is in the 10th. Hope that clears everything up. If you have any other questions just ask, I'll be glad to answer.

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Chapter One: The Meeting

"Bella," I screamed as I noticed my brunette friend standing near the cafeteria door. I quickened my pace and when I reached her, I noticed that she was waiting for Edward. I'll never forget the first day I ever saw Edward Cullen. His beauty was striking, so much that it almost hurt my eyes to even look at him. And then there was the way he talked. God, you would think he's been on the earth for centuries, but we all know that's impossible. Anyways when my best friend since I was 2 moved back into town, I was ecstatic. I mean I see her on holidays and everything, but it was great to see her everyday again.

"Hey," she said as she smiled wearily. That's Bella for you, to this day, I don't know if I ever saw her smile widely, but I was used to it.

"Hey Edward," I said as I turned to face the pale handsome boy. I noticed that his eyes were amber today; I swear he wears contacts, because a few days ago it was black.

"Hello Jessica, how was your day today?"

I shrugged. Truthfully, it hadn't been that good, and I was just hoping that my day would get better.
"Okay I guess."

He looked at me, as if he was waiting for the truthful answer, man this guy was good. "Okay I lied, it's been horrible. I think I might have failed my history test, and I have a huge English assignment that is due tomorrow, and I barely started it."

"I could help if you like," Edward offered.

I smiled. Bella was so lucky to have such a loving boyfriend, and sometimes I won't lie, I got a little bit jealous. But she's my best friend, so I was happy for her. "Thanks, but I think I'll actually do this assignment by myself Edward. I mean you have basically done all my other ones."

"Okay, but if you need me just ask. I have Humanities to get too, so I'll see you ladies later," Edward said as he leaned down to give a quick peck to Bella. As soon as he left, Bella and I proceeded to go to our dreaded Mathematics class. It's not like we were bad at math, it was the teacher. This lady gives piles and piles of homework, and let's not mention the tests. We entered, and went to our seats which were located in the 2nd row, two seats away from the front. Bella and I sat beside one another, as we took out our books, to get ready for today's lesson.

"Alright class, please get out your books, and turn to page 256. Today we will be learning how to factor binomials," Mrs. Embridge said. As soon as she turned, I noticed that there was a toilet paper sheet sticking out of her skirt. I couldn't help myself, as I started to laugh hysterically, and was eventually joined by the rest of the class. But since the old hag, has had it out for me since forever, she only noticed me laughing. Personally, I have always thought she was racist, considering that I am like one of the 10 African American students at Forks High School.

"Excuse Ms. Carter, is there something you would like to express."

Either way, if I told her why I was laughing or didn't I knew I was going to get in trouble, so I decided not to tell her and let the witch walk around with toilet paper on her ass. "Nope, there is absolutely nothing I have to say," I said as I gave her an evil grin.

"Very well," a now very angry Mrs. Embridge said, "You can gather your things, and move up to the front seat." Ugh, was she serious, no one ever sat at the front, well except for this nerd couple. I moved my stuff, as I whispered Bella goodbye, and took a seat at the front. I rested my backpack on the empty chair beside me, hoping that someone else would get in trouble, so that way I wouldn't be up at the front alone anymore.

"Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," she paused to give me a glare, and I only rolled my eyes in return, " Let's begin on how to factor." The lesson lasted for about fifteen minutes, until a knock at the door interrupted her speech. Thank God, I muttered underneath my breath. I turned to look at Bella, who was staring at the door. We heard muffles coming from the principal that sounded like "This is your new student." This was awesome, considering Forks doesn't really get new students regularly, since were such a small and unknown town.

The door opened wider as Mrs. Embridge entered and she was followed by a boy, no wait he looked more like a man. He had this russet skin which looked so flawless and smooth. His head was complete with a short silkily black crop for hair, chocolate brown eyes, and thin, but perfect lips. His head rested on this perfect sculpture, you would call a body, and he really did look as if he were made from rocks. All I know is that I must have looked like an idiot, because I know my jaw was probably hitting the floor right now, as I continued to gaze at him.

"Class, this is our new student, Paul DeRose. Paul, you may take a seat next to Ms. Carter," she said as pointed to me.

Suddenly his gaze found me, and our eyes locked. His eyes bore into my soul, as if he were trying to figure everything there was to know about me. Usually this would make me feel uncomfortable, but his staring didn't seem to bother me in any way. I couldn't ignore the somersaults my stomach was doing, as we continued to stare at one another. However my thoughts were interrupted when I noticed his sudden scowl. Talk about mood swings. His eyes flickered, almost as if he had entered back into reality, and walked slowly to the seat next to me. When he reached there, his smell caught my nose, and it was the most beautiful scent I had ever smelt on a man, well besides Edward of course. I turned in my seat to face him, as I extended my hand.

"Hey," I said as I smiled widely, "I'm Jessica."

Paul turned to gaze at me again, but not the same way he did before. This time it was almost as if he was looking at me in disgust. He looked at my hand but did not take it. "Paul," he replied as he turned to look at the black board, and left my hand still there. Jerk, was all I could think of in my head. I spent the rest of the class paying attention to Mrs. Embridge, which was a first. All through class, I couldn't help but notice that not once did Paul ever look my way again. The bell rang, and he sprung so fast, that he was out the door in two seconds.

"He was uh, definitely a looker," Bella said as we were walking to our lockers. There was no denying that of course, but I wouldn't be agreeing with her out loud.

"No Bella, he's a jerk. I mean did you see the way he just dissed me in class. Talk about being rude."

Bella shrugged, "I don't know, maybe he was just being shy. He is the new kid Jess."

I was just about to reply, until I saw the other Jessica headed towards us. Now she and I may have the same name, but in no way are we alike. First of all she liked Metallica, and I was a Coldplay type of girl. She liked yellow, I love purple. But the most obvious difference between us was that she was a gossip queen, while I minded my own business.

"Hey guys, guess what I just heard," a bubbles Jess said as she reached us.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know, but I'm sure you're going to tell us," I said as Bella laughed.

"You know me so well," Jessica said sarcastically. "But anyways, you know the new kid right, Paul?" She didn't even give me a chance to respond, "Well apparently he just got expelled from the school in the La Push reservation, for getting into a fight, like fist fight, with a teacher! I mean who does that, he's obviously really violent. And get this, before the fight he vandalized the whole school. He has issues man. Oh and apparently he's some sort of man whore, so don't get too close because he's a major player." My other best friend, Jacob Black also went there. I wondered if he knew Paul.

"Well, thanks Jessica for your great information, but did this info actually come from him?" I said as I pulled out my textbooks that I would be taking home tonight for homework and closed my locker.

"Yeah," Bella said, " Because the last thing he would want is rumours circulating around about him, on his first day."

Jessica bit her lip, and I knew that was a sign that these were in fact just rumours. "Well, I can find out if they are true or not. I'm sure someone might know the truth."

Someone might know the truth! This girl just never quits. As much as I thought that he was a jerk, I would hate it if someone was talking about me like that.

"Jessica let me give you some advice. If you want to know the truth, just go and ask him!" I said as I slipped my bag on, muttered bye to Bella, and left to go to the school parking lot. I don't even know why I went there, considering that I had no car, but I just felt compelled to.

Paul's POV

"Class, this is our new student, Paul DeRose. Paul, you may take a seat next to Ms. Carter," I followed her finger as she pointed to this exotic beauty. I stared at her, taking in her deep chocolate skin that looked so smooth and soft. I wanted to touch her, to hold her at that very moment. How great was it that I would be able to sit beside her, my angel. Then it hit me, shit, did I just imprint? My mood quickly soured, as I walked slowly over to the woman who had just taken over my soul.

"Hey," she said as she smiled widely, "I'm Jessica."

Jessica, I repeated that name over and over in my head. What a beautiful name. Wait, did I just say that. No, no Paul, you have to fight this thing. I tried my hardest to fight the whole imprinting nonsense. So instead of grabbing her hand, I just looked at it and then looked at her to mutter, "Paul."

The bell rang and I ran out the classroom, for I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I had just imprinted, and I thought I was going mentally insane. Imprinting just doesn't happen to me, a dude who sleeps with as much girls as he can. It only happens to people like Sam and Jared, who are actually good people. I didn't mean to be rude to her though. I didn't hate her, I could never hate her, I just hated the fact that I had imprinted. But still one look at her, and I was in love. I was in love with her curly ponytail and sleek bangs. In love with the way her perfectly shaped lips pouted, and moved when she spoke. She couldn't notice but as I sat beside her, all I could think was about how good she would taste, and how soft those lips would feel on mine. I was in love with every surface of her body, every hair out of place, but most of all I was in love with her soul. I left abruptly and she probably hates me now. But that will all change because I have to get to know her, no wait scratch that. I need to know her.

I began to walk across the lot, to the side walk that led me home, when I turned around to get my cell phone out of my back pack pocket, and within the blink of an eye as I turned back around, a large male specimen was standing in front of me. I looked up to stare at this gorgeous mean, whose dark chocolate eyes, again began to stare at me. But I wasn't going to fall for it this time, so I pushed him aside. Well tried too, because the boy barely even moved.

"Excuse me," I hissed.

"Where are you going?" Paul asked. His voice scared me, for it was filled with depth. Even though I was scared, his velvet voice was like music to my ears.

"Oh so now you want to talk to me?" I replied, making eye contact to show him that he couldn't intimidate me. He inhaled what seemed to be a long breath.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier," he started. Paul then extended his hand, " Hi, my name is Paul." I contemplated for a second on whether I should extend my hand also. I slowly raised my hands, until it made contact with his. When it did however, it felt as if my whole hand was on fire. The temperature on Paul was not healthy, and I wondered if he was sick. I opened to say my name, until he interrupted me.

"Jessica. Yea I know," he said.

"You remembered?" I asked bewildered. He muttered something under his breath which sounded like, "I couldn't forget even if I tried." But I wasn't sure if he had said it, so I left it alone. After an awkward moment of silence, I asked him again if he would move out of my way.

"Are you walking home?" he asked. Why does this guy even care about how I'm getting home? One minute he's rude, the next minute he acts as if he cares so much about me. "Yeah," I replied.

Paul glanced up for a second, as he if were deciding on what to say next. He then turned back to look at me, "Let me drive you home."

"Whoa Mister. I get that you're trying to make friends at your new school, but all I know you could be a rapist that's trying to hurt me." I noticed that as soon as the later part of my sentence left my mouth, that I had said something terribly wrong. His face flashed with anger; as his mouth began to twitch, and I swear I saw him shake, literally shake. Maybe this guy really did have an anger problem.

"Hey calm down, I was only joking," I said as I extended my hand to touch his chest. It was if I had some sort of healing power, for as soon as I touched him, he stopped shaking. He closed his eyes, as he again took a deep breath in.

"I would never hurt you Jessica." For some reason, the way he was looking at me, made me believe him. Even the way he was standing in front of me, was almost as if he was protecting me from some evil force that was unknown to me.

I shrugged, "Maybe you wouldn't, but still we barely know each other. I'm not just going to hop into a car with you."

"Fair enough. What's your favourite colour?" he asked me.

"Purple, yours?"

"Silver. Favourite food?"

"Pizza. Yours?"

"Pasta," he replied. This was started to turn into 21 questions, instead he only asked me 10. Thank God he only asked me basic questions, because I was not about to go into my life's history with him.

"So now that we know one another, will you please let me drop you home," Paul asked me. He made it so damn difficult to say no to him.

"I don't think a round of 10 questions qualities as us getting to know each other, Paul." As much as I wanted to go in that car with him, I just couldn't give in that easily. Well that is, until I heard a crackling sound in the sky, and knew what that meant in Forks. Get ready for another thunderstorm folks.

Paul looked up, and smiled, and I swear my heart leapt. His smile, showed his perfect white teeth, and I was hypnotized for a moment, until I shook my head. "Well," he stared, "If you really want to walk in the rain that is just about to come down any second now, then go ahead." With that, Paul turned around, and proceeded to his car, leaving me in the parking lot alone. As if right on cue, the rain started to pour down, and I was forced to run towards Paul and his car, as I yelled his name.

I finally reached him, as his smile grew wider, "Get in," he said. I got in, the same time he did, and I turned to look at him. The rain droplets were tickling down his cheek, and I couldn't help but notice, how sexy he looked wet. For all I knew my hair was probably frizzy by now, but this man just looks better in the rain.

"Are you done staring?" Paul asked, as he again interrupted my thoughts. Shoot he caught me, well how couldn't he. I was staring at him like a love sick puppy.

"I wasn't staring," I replied as I folded my arms, redirected my gaze, and leaned back in the seat. I looked around to find a surprisingly clean car. He laughed at my words, "Whatever you say."

The car radio was playing "Heaven Sent," by Keyshia Cole, and I couldn't help but sing along to it.

When love won't let you, walk away

And it can't help who it loves

And you find yourself giving it away

When you think you're in love

Apparently I had been singing just a little too loudly, for he had heard me. "You have a beautiful voice," he said. I swear if I wasn't African- American, he would have seen me blush.

"Shut up," I replied. I had been so embarrassed that I had to find out a way to change the subject. "Can I ask you a question, Paul?" I asked.

" You just did," he replied. He turned to see the scowl that was on my face, and smiled my favourite smile, "I'm joking ask me anything," Paul replied. "Okay, well," I began. "Turn left at the stop sign, by the way," I said as I began to show him exactly how to get to my house. " Well, I heard some stories about you today, like why you were expelled, and I'm not saying I believe them or anything, I just want to know what really happened and you know why you got expelled." I said in one long sentence that I was even surprised he caught on to every word I said.

"Hmm, and what exactly did you hear?" he asked. I bit my lip," How you fought a teacher, and vandalized the whole school. Turn right here," I said.

"That's not all true. Yes, I did get into a fight, but definitely not with the teacher. But unfortunately, when he tried to pull me off, I never knew who was touching me, so I swung at them, not knowing it was a teacher. As for the vandalizing part, well that's why I got into the fight in the first place. The dude was trying to frame me for doing that, so I wasn't just about to let me do that without any consequences."

"Oh," was all I could mutter as I began to pay attention to the rhythm of the rain drops. Who knew something so simple could be so beautiful. I guess this guy was already having an effect on how I viewed the world.

"Are you scared?" he asked as he drove, while gazing at me at the same time.

"No," I said as I turned to return his gaze. I needed to stop doing that, because I swear my thoughts just get lost in his eyes. "Why not?" he asked.

"Because, you said you would never hurt me. But then again you're a guy, and you're words mean nothing. " I said. I had to say the last part, because it was true, men are all liars. "Turn here, it's number 29," I said as we approached my house.

"Well thanks for the ride Paul," I said as I unlocked my seatbelt and opened the door. I was stopped by him, suddenly grabbing my arm. I turned to look at him, waiting for him to open his mouth and say something, but he never did. "Is there something you wanted to say Paul," I said as he was still holding onto my arm.

His grip on my arm loosened, as he then completely let go of my arm. "Um, well, actually, umm, have a good night," he said. I knew that this wasn't what he had to say, but I decided to let it go, considering the amount of homework that was waiting for me when I enter my bedroom door.

I tucked a lose strand of hair behind my ear, "Uh, okay. You too Paul. Bye," I said as I walked out of the car. I ran to my door, for it was still raining, took out my keys and opened my door. Before I went inside, I quickly waved goodbye to Paul, and entered inside my warm house.

If I wasn't sure about anything in this would, of one thing I would be certain. That I would definitely be dreaming about Paul tonight, even if I could be able to help it.