A/N: I do not own anything Twilight-related. That work belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just a fan-girl.
Chapter 1
"Mom I'm be okay. I wasn't kidding. I'm going to be fine living with Dad here." I say into the phone, my mom obviously not believing that my choice to move to Forks to live with my Dad had nothing to do with her and her husband Phil. Which is crucial for her not to feel guilty about me moving.
"Sweetie I really can be around more." She says.
"Mom, I'm already here, let's just give this a shot." I say, giving up on relieving her guilt for one day. I can see this will take some time.
"Okay honey. I love you." She says.
"Love you too Mom." I say, hanging up. This is the fifth time she's called in the three days I've been here.
"Was that your mom again?" My dad, Charlie asks from the doorway.
"Yea, she really feels guilt about me moving out." I say, sighing.
"Oh." Is all Charlie has to offer.
"Well there's a game on so. Yea" He says, hoping for me to give him an out.
"Okay, I was going to take a drive anyway. Reacquaint myself with the town." I say, smiling at him.
"Oh, okay good. See you later then." Charlie says smiling before leaving the room.
"Later Dad." I say before grabbing my bag and heading for the door. I go out to the red monster of a truck Charlie bought me as a welcome home gift. I love it. It's sturdy and that means safe with me in the driver's seat. I drive around town. Going past the market and plan my route to school for tomorrow.
Then my low fuel light comes on so I head to the nearest gas station. I fill up my tank and head inside to pay. I walk in just to walk right into what feels like a cold brick wall. I fall backward and fall flat on my butt. I look up into the face of the most hansom guy I have ever seen. Long blonde hair and the most unusual golden eyes.
"Oh I'm so sorry ma'am." He says in the most amazing southern accent. After staring at him for a few more seconds I realize I should probable say something.
"Oh no don't worry. My fault." I say quietly. I go to get up, and like the southern gentlemen he obviously is he offers me his hand. I smile and take it. It's like grabbing frozen marble. The very white smile on his face falters and he quickly helps me up and promptly takes his hand back.
"Thanks." I say, deciding not to comment on his temperature or weird behavior. Not really knowing what to make of it.
"No problem." He says quietly. He takes a step back. I was enjoying the closeness but apparently he wasn't.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Jasper Hale." He says. It's starting to sound like he doesn't want to be here.
"And yours?" His voice sounds almost strand. It's obvious to me that he's only asking to be polite.
"I'm Bella Swan. It's nice to meet you." I say offering my hand to him again. To my surprise he takes it.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He says, shaking my hand.
"I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I hope to see you again Bella." He says before stepping around me.
"Bye." I say. I can't seem to wipe the goofy smile off my face. Even as I pay for my gas and go back to my truck. On my ride home I can't stop thinking about him. I pull up in front of my house and stare up at the sky. I think about the last think he said.
"I hope to see you again too Jasper Hale." I say to the cloudy sky.
A/N: I hope you guys like this one. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Reviews are love!