Sometimes...I just know things. I don't know how, or why but I do. Like I knew Jessica Stanley's name before she'd ever said hello in the 9th grade, I knew that there was something familiar about Jasper Cullen before I'd ever met him. I know how weird that sounds, trust me, I know. I knew how unsettling it was to walk up to the new girl and she said hello before she'd ever turned around to see you.

Stuff like that was fun and interesting when you were five but the older I got, the weirder people thought it was. So, after I hit 13 I just stopped mentioning things I knew and I bit my tongue when I knew someone was lying to me.

My name is Naoma Gray, I've lived with my mother for all 16 years of my life and so far thats been great...ish. It wasn't so great right after my dad died but it's had it's good parts like anything else.

"Naomi? You in there, girly?" Angela Weber poked my arm repeatedly at I stared out the window. The sounds of the cafeteria resumed around me as I realised I'd just zoned out.

"Yeah, sorry." I laughed lightly, looking back at her.

"Dreaming about the Cullens again?" She raised a brow suggestively, making me roll my eyes.

"I'm going to have to go with no on that one." I snorted. They'd gotten here yesterday and it seemed like that was all anyone could talk about.

"Aw, come on. They're mysterious, right up your alley." She grinned.

"Right, because I'm just so mysterious." I rolled my eyes even harder this time, pretty soon they were just going to dislodge and fall out of my head...I'd deserve that.

"More like you're the only person in this tiny town that could figure them out, but I see your point." Angela's grin lessened but it was still prominent on her face.

"I guess..." I paused, thinking about the next class. "we should probably get going." I sighed, bell was about to ring soon and I had a feeling that I'd be late to history if I didn't leave now.

"Can't argue with the Gray-sense." Angela snorted, standing as well. I smiled back at her nickname for my freakishness. I think Angie was the only person that wasn't so creeped out by me that she actually liked hanging around me. That might just be because she was an outcast too though, she was too shy to be popular like Jessica or Lauren.

I settled into my seat in the back with a comfortable amount of time before class started, I devolved back into day-dreaming. I was considering life in the Civil war and so far it felt like it'd be dirty, hard, and dangerous. Shitty, basically. I liked life these days, considering I'd have likely been burned at the stake if I was born any earlier than the 21st century and I'm kinda pushing it even these days.

I froze, an odd feeling of cold drifting over my body as I realised Jasper Hales had sat down next to me. Great. He was unnerving in the weirdest ways, I could only get a read on him sometimes and I didn't really enjoy that. He'd only been here since Monday...which was yesterday.

"Miss Gray." I supposed this was his way of greeting me and to be fair this was the closest I'd ever actually been to the guy since the Cullen's little fashion runway entrance into the cafeteria yesterday.

"Mr Cullen." I intoned, avoiding eye contact. I had a feeling that wasn't his name but...appearances needed to be kept so I didn't become a total social outcast. Well, its not that I mind being one but I'd rather not end up like my relative in Salem...hanging isn't my dream death.

"Jasper Hales." Mr Woods called my seatmate's name as he took roll. I glanced at him for a second, noting his features. His hair was curly and a mixture of honey and a dirty blonde but the darker tones contrasted angrily with his stark white skin.

"Present." His voice was gravelly, like he didn't speak much but it had a certain accent I couldn't place.

It registered that he sort of shook his head from the corner of my eye but I ignored it, like I hadn't seen anything at all and focused on scribbling nonsense in my notebook. Again, I just want to make it out of high-school without being put on trial for modern-day witchcraft.

My eyes darted across his figure, muscular but lean. He dressed a little too well for high-school which screamed he wasn't really 16...but I wasn't about to make a big deal out of that. I couldn't quite tell from here but it seemed like he had a few crescent scars scattered around his neck and arms. Was he depressed? It didn't feel like he was.

"Naoma Gray." I forced my curiosity down and focused back on Mr Woods as he called my name.

"Present." I responded loudly from my back-corner. Usually no one sat near me but I guess this was my lucky day? Ish?

"Hi, Angie." I called with my head in my locker as she approached my back. I glanced over my shoulder for a quick second to confirm and smiled to myself, right on point, Naomi.

"I'll never know how you do that." She snorted lightly, almost skipping up to me.

"I'll never know either." I grinned, pulling out my chemistry lab manual and shoving it into my worn backpack. This thing had seen better days, rips littered the sides and bottom with the odd bleach stain from when I tried to wash it in 9th grade.

"How was Woods?" She raised a brow as we walked down the hallway together. She had a physics class in building four too, so we usually walked together which was nice.

"Boring as ever, we finally got past the UK colonizing everything though so maybe next class we'll hit the civil war. Who knows?" I snorted, pushing the heavy metal doors open to the outside.

"Good to know you guys are just as off schedule as we are." She smiled as we made it past the crowded door way. I was always worried that one day I'd get smacked in the face by someone trying to come in as I was trying to get out of here.

"Right?" Gravel crunched under my boots as I took a short cut across the outsides of the parking lot to avoid the crowds of students trying to get to their next afternoon class on time.

"Did you get any of the Cullens in your class?" She wondered with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah. Jasper." I sighed, looking back at the wet ground.

"Whats he like? Did you guys get to talk at all?" Angela's questioning was quicker, I guessed she was more interested in the Cullens than I was.

"Silent. We said each other's last-names before class started then nothing else, Ange." I snorted, shaking my head at her antics.

"Well thats boring. I didn't get anyone in my class." She pouted. I pulled the door for building four open for her and waited as some kids left the building before we could get in.

"I mean...we can switch spots, oh wait. I hate government so no, we can't." I giggled as her expression of glee fell to depression in seconds.

"Fine fine. See ya after school." She waved as she hurried to her classroom. Mine was only a few feet away but hers was down the hall and then some. She'd make it on time, I had a feeling and those were almost always right.