A/n: Because I just LOVED writing in Alice's point of view, I decided to make a fan fiction about her meeting Jasper. Enjoy and review!!!

Chapter 1: Monsters

p.s. Almost all chapters will be songs or lyrics from songs, because I'm not that creative haha XP)

Situation's all critical. You've got to look first before you go. If you wasn't too sure then now you know, the situation is all critical. Wait OK you've got to look before you go,wait OK you've got to look before you go deep into the darkness where I hide.

"Monsters" by Hurrican Bells (Yeah, from the New Moon soundtrack)

~*~

I don't mind being an outcast. I don't mind sitting alone at lunch, while everyone talked and laughed. I didn't mind sitting down with my brown paper lunch sack and listening to my iPod. I was perfectly content if my life just stayed like that.

But even though I was content, I couldn't help but want to sit inside instead of underneath the armada at a lunch table. I shivered as I laid my lunch out on the table.

Apple, apple juice and a bologna sandwich. Just like every other day. I turned on my iPod and my notebook and started writing.

Well, tried to. I had a sever case of writers block. I needed a source of inspiration. I needed a muse.

I was inspiration-less.

I was muse-less.

I was New York Times bestseller list-less.

Secretly, I had always wanted to be a writer. Like that Stephanie Meyers chick, she got millions of bucks for writing a bestseller about two star crossed lovers. I have to admit, the main male character, stud-muffin!!! Well…in my mind. And that's not saying much in my defense. My mom had always said there was something wrong with me. I always spaced out in the middle of conversations, an annoying trait to my mother, to see something that would happen in the future.

I shook my head. Cut it out, Alice, my mind ordered itself. I tapped my purple pen on my notebook with That's What She Said paper. The Office, classic American sitcom. I loved it. I had a secret crush on the guy who plays Jim.

I unwrapped my sandwich and took a bite. Soggy.

Another bite. Nasty.

Yet another bite. Disgusting.

I re-wrapped the sandwich and picked up my apple, turning it around in my fingers. I picked it up with my left hand and dropped in into my right palm. I closed my eyes, remembering when I was about 5 and my Daddy took my to the Farmer's Market to pick up some groceries. He smiled as he crouched down, handing me the Red Delicious.

He died in a car accident three months later.

For years I couldn't eat an apple or even look at one without wanting to start crying for my Daddy who would never come home again. So much has changed from that summer day. My mom used to be kind and loving to me and my older, Cynthia (A/n: I know in the books Alice is older than Cynthia, but I decided that Alice being younger would work better). She was the type of woman who looked like they just belonged at the side of her husband; soul mates, I guess.

Now my mom had a new guy almost every other week. Sometimes there were two. And we never saw them. We just heard them and the "Oh fill-in-the-blank OOOH!!" 's. I would rather see them, actually.

But, some nights, when my mom was alone, I could hear her crying for my dad. These men were just masks, hiding the true feelings she felt.

I guess we both were. I just wasn't getting screwed by guys who just wanted my body to feel better about myself. I just became anti-social and quiet. I was friends with the characters in my head.

I sighed and tapped the paper again with my pen. I looked up at the sidewalk to see six beautiful beings walking to the cafeteria. The man and woman in front were dazzling, she was blond and tall, like she was a walking, talking breathing cover of a magazine. Her boyfriend was muscular to the point where I got the chills just looking at him. His happy face with dimples contrasted his terrifying body.

Next was a girl and a guy laughing as he tried to kiss her. She giggled, pushing a piece of brown hair from her face. The man rolled his eyes and kissed her pale cheek without a hint of blush.

Next was a quiet blond man, lean yet muscular, not half as buff as the first guy, but just enough to look like he could bench press 120. He had ear buds in his ears. I couldn't help but stare. This man, he was a walking god. Much better looking than Adonis could ever hope to be, my mind agreed.

I was so dazzled by his beauty I dropped the pen. His eyes noticed the pen drop then looked at me with molten gold eyes. He held my gaze for a heartbeat then smiled. I was too shocked to smile back.

He stepped out of his procession and the man who kissed the brunettes cheek grabbed his arm and yanked him backwards. How strange, I thought as the god walked away without a backward glance.

Now THERE is a stud-muffin, I thought and I swore I heard the man who grabbed the better-looking Adonis's arm laugh.

~*~

Lunch passed quickly and I kept a keen eye out for the god who smiled at me during lunch. Questions kept plaguing me while I sat through a tedious math lesson like "Why was he looking at me?" or "Why did he smile at me?". As I was walking to my 6th hour I saw the other people of his group. They all turned to look at me like the rest of the school did. Their expressions almost screamed freak. I felt my eyes water and I turned to rush into the classroom. I took a deep breath and entered.

My deep breath caught in my chest as I saw the Adonis like god talking to Mr. Bertie. I was the first person in class, as usual, so that's probably why Mr. Bertie decided to make him my partner. He turned to look at me, his golden eyes cold and frozen.

My heart just about stopped and I sat down at my desk, back straight, backpack still on. Suddenly he turned, thanked Mr. Bertie and stalked to my - er, our desk - and sat down, looking all the while like a brooding movie star. (A/n: Alice is a senior, so is Jasper and Emmett and Rosalie. Edward and Bella are juniors)

"Um, hi," I said quietly, looking down at the desk top. I couldn't see his facial expressions, all I could see was his hands. They hardened into a fist. My heart thudded against my chest, I didn't like talking to people. I liked being Alice, the loner. I wanted to stay that way.

"Hello," he answered in a low bass southern drawl. That's hot, I thought then shook my head. Bad, Alice, bad.

"How are you liking Forks?" I asked, still avoiding his absurdly perfect face. I busied myself by looking through my backpack.

"Its, nice. Small town-ish. I like it." I nodded, pulling my notebook out.

"Yeah, me too." The conversation stopped. I looked down at my feet. (A/n: then I said "GIRL!" …oh, yeah. Sorry. Weezer. Good song…erm…carry on…)

"I saw you at lunch, didn't I?" He demanded. All I could think was: He remembers. Ohmigosh, he remembered me!!! I know, I know. Pathetic.

"Um, yeah, I think so." You THINK SO!?! You've only been thinking about him ALL DAY! …well, ever since lunch, but whatever! Sometimes, I wished I could get the sarcasm out of my brain, but then I remembered my life would be so boring without it.

"Oh…well, I'm Jasper." Jasper. What an old-fashioned name. What a beautiful, gorgeous and so-many-other-adjectives-it's-not-even-funny name. Jasper. I liked it.

"I'm Alice." I looked up for the first time to see him smile. He took my hand and kissed it. My heart thudded, stopped, then started up again. Like his name, he was also old-fashioned. I liked it.

Mr. Bertie decided to start class then, introducing Jasper as "Mr. Hale". Hale. What a beautiful last name. I liked it.

You're a nerd, my mind teased my gently. I smiled slightly and wrote on the blank page of paper:

Summary: Beautiful movie star falls in love with small-town high school outcast.

I closed my eyes and pictured a reunion scene with Jasper as whatever the movie star's name will be and me as the high school outcast. I liked it.