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Previously-
I watched as some of my work was shredded before my very eyes.
Kids laughed as Mike marched around, throwing the shredded pieces of my art like confetti in a parade. I felt the tears come and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop them this time, so I did the only logical thing I could.
I turned and walked quickly up the locker bank.
"Jasper!" I heard someone call my name, but I didn't care.
I just walked away.
Now-
Jasper-
If it hadn't been for Newton, I wouldn't have felt the need to punch him; as it was I was sitting in the Principal's office. One of the security guards had seen me and recognized me from the cafeteria.
I notice no one brought Newton in.
"Jasper," I looked up to see our principal, Mr. Smith, standing in the doorway. "Please, step into my office." I got up from the hard, wooden chair and shuffled slowly in.
The door closed behind him with a slam.
Edward-
"Jasper!" I called as he walked away. But he didn't turn around and look at me with those big, beautiful eyes; he continued up the locker bank. I saw one of the security guards follow him - most likely to take him to Mr. Smith.
I growled, the kind that made Emmett look at me with concern. "Whoa, easy Ed. You don't wanna end up in Smith's office either. Let's just go." he said.
He tugged a little on my shoulder, but I didn't budge. I stared at Newton, laughing with his 2 other friends as they stepped on the shredded paper. Jasper's paper.
I was gonna kill him.
"Edward, what are you-" Em started to ask, but he never got to finish his question. I pounced on Newton with such speed that I didn't expect it myself. My fury was raging, out of control, like a fire that's fed too much wood.
I was punching Newton everywhere - the stomach, the face, his side. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that some of the girls were screaming, and suddenly I was off of him and in the air.
"Easy Edward. Calm down." I heard Emmett say, and I relaxed; I didn't have much of a choice, with the fact that he had pinned my arms behind my back in an iron-strong grip.
"I'm fine, Em. Let go." I muttered. But he still didn't release me; he carted me into the empty band hallway. When we were safely in a room, and the doors were guarded, he let me go.
"Are you crazy Edward? If Smith finds out he could kick you off the team!" I shook my head at his argument; Smith needed me for the team. I was the quarterback, and the best one Langley High had in years.
I was, in Smith's words, "the next Larry Chapman." Larry Chapman had been the first to lead the school to the playoffs, and then the state finals, and finally the championship. Which, because of him, we won.
Ironic, how this goes, isn't it?
I was too popular to be touched at this point. I was needed. I was wanted. And more importantly, I was filthy rich. And because of this, nothing and no one could touch me. Not even the principal.
"C'mon Edward. Let's just go to class." Emmett said to me as the bell rang. I saw the annoyed and bored faces of my classmates as I passed.
I saw the girls whisper conspiratorially, watching my every step as I walked; the boys gave me dirty glances and glares that were as cold as ice.
I walked into NSL Government, the class I dreaded-slash-hated with every ounce of breath in my body. The teacher, Ms. Kriggs, hated me. She was always making me work harder than everyone else, and she made a point to try to embarrass me every chance she got.
In truth, I didn't mind working harder, it exercised my brain so that it was a challenge, which I liked; and my quick wit and smart-assed mouth helped me turn her tries into failures.
But it only made me more popular.
"Class, today we will learn about the legislative branch. Please turn to page 66 of your textbooks." Kriggs said. I went through my bag, suddenly realizing that I couldn't feel the book inside.
I opened it up even further - to the point where I could stick my head in - and rumaged through the useless items. Extra calculator, pencil case, Geometry book, that stupid Civics paper that I was doing for extra-credit-
"Is there a problem, Mr. Cullen?" the she-witch said with particular distaste. So, um, anyone know how I was supposed to tell the one teacher who very strongly disliked me that I lost the one thing I needed today.
I'm dead.
"No ma'am." I said, using manners. She narrowed her eyes at me, like I had just said something extremely wrong. Hey, not my fault my mother taught me to be polite.
"Get your book out." she said, impatience clear on her face. I was about to respond when-
"Would the Langley High football team please report to the coach's office? Thank you." the cheery voice on the intercom spoke. I smiled smugly at Kriggs.
Guess I wouldn't need my book after all.
As I gathered my things and marched out the door, I heard her 'humph' with a glare at my backside. Ha-ha, bye Kriggs.
Eventually, I heard the shuffle of other feet, and I glanced behind me to see the rest of the team droning towards the sports hallways, like they were gravitating to it.
Everyone was carrying a conversation, except Mike, who was trying to jump in one to look like he had friends. "Dude, did you hear about that one kid who tripped over dirt, it was crazy, what a klutz-" "Yeah, yeah, he was a total loser." Mike piped up.
Jeremy swiveled his neck and glared at Mike, who shrank back. He turned back around and continued the conversation, giving Newton a dirty look now and then.
When we were all finally settled in Coach's office, I scanned the room for Emmett. Where the heck was he?
He stumbled in just as Coach settled in his chair, and I relaxed a little. Emmett would keep me from killing Newton if things got out of control.
"Alright ladies, time to talk." Coach said, and I had a feeling this had something to do with lunch.
Jasper-
I sat in English looking gloomy and depressed. Which for anyone's guess I could have been, but I was even more than usual - one more fight.
One more fight, he'd said. And I would be suspended. And if there was any serious damage, expelled.
"Now Jasper, I know you're a good kid," Principal Smith said with a small, apologetic smile, "but there has to be an end to this. You're in a fight almost every 2 weeks or so. And even then, it's always Michael Newton."
He shook his head.
"I want an end to this now, Mr. Whitlock. I mean it. One more time, once more, and you will be suspended for a week. Are we clear?" he said.
I nodded. He was clear alright. Crystal.
I exited the office just as Connie announced the football team had to report to Coach King's office. I had hustled my way to class, giving Ms. Walberg a scribbled on note from Mr. Smith before taking my seat at the back of the room.
She handed me my assignment before the bell rang and I went to the next class.
School droned on and finally, the bell to 7th period rang. Freedom. Sweet, glorious freedom.
Kids laughed and shouted as they walked to the exit, whipping out cell phones or grabbing passing friends. I shouldered my bag and walked quietly, edging around the crowds of teenagers, happy when I reached the road.
Suddenly my bag was thrown off my back, and I was on the ground. Newton stood over me, grinning happily.
"Told you I would get you, Whitlock."
So, what do you think? I'm sorry for making Jasper a victim to bullying, but it's very, VERY important to the story. It has something to do with the challenges him and Edward face together.
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