This is my first fanfiction so go easy on me (:

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Twilight or any of the characters. The great Stephanie Meyer does. :)

Chapter one: NEW STUDENT

"JASPER!" I shot upright at the sound of my father's voice. "GET DOWN HERE!" Oh, how i loved waking up to Charlie's screeching every day. "JASPER!" sigh. "COMING!" I got out of bed and pulled on whatever clothes I could find. Somehow, I managed to look decent, swallow a bowl of cereal, lock the door and hop in the pick-up where my dad was waiting, oh so patiently, in record time . I swear, that had to be some kind of world record. Glancing out the window, I realized we were pulling in to Forks High parking lot. I sighed as people started staring at the pickup and whispering to each other. Charlie's voice broke through my thoughts, "Get out, we're here." pulling my hoodie up, I got out and ran , avoiding the stares, to the main office. "How can I help you?" asked the receptionist in a too nice, almost creepy, voice. I kept my gaze down and replied, "Um, I came to get my schedule. My name i-", but I got interrupted. "Oh, yes, here you go." she said nonchalantly, handing me my schedule. I took it and walked out mumbling an awkward "thanks" and heading to my first class. Which just happened to be physics. Oh joy. Ten minutes before the bell even rang, I was already sitting in my desk at the back at the class.

The first bell rang and students flooded into the classroom, a few rushing in seconds before the final bell. Then a man, who looked to be in his late thirties entered and introduced himself. "Hello, class. My name is Mr. McManes and I'll be your physics teacher this year." he said, "So are you guys enjoying the weather?" We laughed at that, least he had a sense of humor. Fork's weather forecast always seemed to be either cloudy or rainy. Mr. McManes spent about half the class telling us what we were going to be learning this year then gave us half the class to 'socialize'. I mostly just sat there ,and was starting to doze off, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up at the girl and asked, in a slightly irritated tone, "Yes?" She looked startled, alright maybe that was harsher then I thought, but wasn't fazed. "Oh. Hi, my name is Jessica Stanley and I just wanted to introduce myself. You know, since you're new and all.", she explained in an entirely too girlie voice. "Mhm, I'm Jasper Whitlock, nice to meet you." That wasn't entirely true, but before my momma passed, she'd made sure I had every single detail about being a gentleman permanently etched into my six-year old brain.

Jessica's voice interrupted my thoughts before they went down a more ugly path, "So, do you want me to introduce you some of my friends?" Thankfully, the bell rang and saved me from meeting her.. acquaintances. "Maybe later.", I said, getting up and making my way towards the door. My other classes drone on and on. Listening to teachers talk about themselves and what we'd learn this year. Finally, the bell for lunch rang and , thankfully, I hadn't even seen a glimpse Jessica Stanley. I walked into the cafeteria starving but I didn't have any money so I just sat down at an empty table that, for some reason, people avoided. I put my arms on the table and buried my face in them thinking about the day's events to keep myself from thinking about food. I heard someone clear their throat but didn't look up. I was much too busy thinking about my momma... how she was.. I still the remembered her sweet voice and her homey scent with such clarity that it felt as though she were still here.. Then someone decided to punch the table right next to my face. I looked up and saw a huge looking guy with curly brown hair looking at me and a obnoxious-looking blond glaring daggers at me, "What?" I raised a brow at them and a startled look flashed their faces so quickly I thought I imagined it. But it was definitely there, so I assumed they probably expected me to be intimidated or bow down to them. "What are doing sitting at our table?" asked the blonde making sure to put emphasis on 'our'. I kept my brow up and said defiantly, "Well, Ma'am, I didn't see a name on it." Seriously, who fights over tables anymore? We're in high school for fuck's sake! I looked her straight in the eye and saw shock in them, shock she was hiding perfectly in her facial expression, but her eyes gave it away.

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