Hey look guess what I did.
(I wrote another chapter.)
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The next morning she woke to white walls, the feel of new sheets against her sleep warmed skin, and the blaring of her own alarm clock. Groaning, she rolled over and rubbed the sleep from her tired eyes, simply letting the radio alarm play for the moment.
She was still disoriented enough to not completely tell what was even playing, but she was up none the less. Carefully she reached over to her night stand for her glasses and slid them on, making sure to lie still as her vision adjusted. Generally when she had deep sleeps like the one she'd experience the previous night, getting up the next morning was always a strenuous task.
She could hear her Aunt shuffling through the hallway getting ready for work, though, and she knew that she had to get up as well.
Even if she really, really didn't want to.
It turned out that the blonde conundrum that was Jasper Hale had continued to get more and more odd as the day went by, as he hadn't shown up to any of his classes after lunch. She knew because she's heard both of her teachers call his name during role, and no one had replied. Somehow, the fact that he wasn't there had relieved her in ways that didn't make sense because she hadn't even said a single word to him.
But he had caught her staring, and that was awkward enough. If that was the reason he'd flipped at lunch, then she was pretty sure he would call her out on it, and she did not want that to happen. All she wanted was to lie low and get through the year, not spark some strife between herself and the 'cool kids'.
If anything though, she figured a boy as pretty as he was had been subject to countless stared. Logic said that there had likely been some other reason for his behavior; perhaps a bad text or something one of his siblings had said. Whatever it was, she wanted to stay clear of it, so she would.
With that thought in mind, she finally swung her legs out of her queen sized bed and allowed her toes to dig into the newly cleaned carpet on her floor. Her Aunt didn't have a ton of extra money, but they weren't exactly hurting and so when she could, Angel provided Wren with a few of what she considered luxuries. Her bed and her iPod where two such things, and she loved them both immensely. In fact, she was loath to leave the soft mattress and warm sheets, but she located herself by switching off her alarm and docking her iPod to put on some of her preferred music.
While she wasn't really picky with her music taste, she still had songs she was in the mood for at certain times and at the moment, some Panic! At The Disco was on her mind. The band was fairly popular, and she enjoyed their unique sound even if her aunt did tease her for being so 'emo' sometimes.
After stretching just enough to loosen any stiff muscles, Wren finally got up and let her music play as she dressed.
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
Wren loved a beat, no matter how it was formed, and quickly found her fingers drumming against her thigh to the rhythm as she sorted through her closet. She and her Aunt had managed to unpack in record time, and so all of her clothes were neatly tucked away in her drawers and closet. All of her shorts and tank tops where confined to one drawer, though, as Forks wasn't exactly known for its heat.
Her Aunt's comment on her liking the weather was accurate, though, as she had always preferred the cold and the clouds. Some may have called it dreary, but she found it calming.
After peaking outside, and seeing that it was indeed overcast, she opted for one of her many t-shirts with a long sleeved thermal to go under it. The thermal was snug enough to show the rounded curve of her stomach, but since it would be under a t-shirt and over her jeans, she didn't pay too much attention to that.
The t-shirt she'd chosen was a bright yellow, but she'd picked it more for the moose printed on the front. The moose was made up of the forest itself, the stark black lines creating the shape rather than the features. It was a gorgeous print, and she'd immediately loved it when her aunt had given it to her for her 16th birthday. Now she wore it as a nod to the forestry surrounding her new home area. It was more to amuse herself, then anything.
Finally, after grabbing a sports bra and some boy shorts, she plucked her Dr. Martin boots from the bottom of her closet. They where another of her prized positions, and the regular black pair had seen her through a couple of years already. Her feet had pretty much stopped growing at 14 when her Aunt had presented her with the expensive shoes, and Wren had loved them ever since. Sure, they were a little scuffed, but to her that just showed how well loved they were.
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.
As she slipped on her clothes, she absent mindedly mouthed the lyrics along with the song playing.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
After slipping on her socks, she decided against putting on her shoes quite yet and instead walked over to her vanity to figure out what she wanted to do with her hair. The thick curls where only about down to her shoulder blades, and had already begun to frizz out of the braid she'd done the night before. Chunks around her face where completely free.
Her hair was generally a mess no matter what she did since perms and flat irons had never appealed to her, so she decided to forgive the trouble of trying to do much at all with it and she simply brushed some coconut oil through the locks, and twisted them up into a bun. Her bangs hung around her eyes and the curve of her face, but she left them. She'd put on a beanie before leaving, which would help somewhat.
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
For just a moment, Wren studied her face. She tried to see herself as she knew the students at Fork's High must see her.
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
Brown skin with red undertones splashed with a healthy smattering of freckles from the bridge of her nose, well down to the edges of her jaw.
Dark brown eyes that were wide and rounded behind her glasses, and lips that where on the thicker side of the spectrum, though nowhere near her Aunt's own plump pout.
Chubby cheeks, a button nose, and thick eyebrows.
Her Aunty liked to tell her that she looked like her and Wren's father, but privately Wren knew she looked like a careful mix of both of her parents. Her father's African American features blended with the Haitian-Filipino-Caucasian roots from her mother.
She was a mix and match of genes and ethnicities that all came down to one pudgy girl with too much hair and not enough height.
"Baby Girl!" her Aunty called, snapping her out of her appraisal," You almost ready?"
Wren glanced back at the mirror for a second, and then snatched up a tube of Chapstick to swipe quickly over her lips.
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
"Five minutes!" She called back.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
She knew she didn't exactly look like the rest of Forks's predominately white population, but she looked like herself so that was all that mattered. Not everyone could be tall, pale, and gorgeous.
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
She slipped on her shoes and beanie along with a large black hoodie, grabbed her keys, phone, and backpack, and she walked out of her room, snagging her iPod off of the dock between her steps.
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History and Science.
Those where the classes she shared with Jasper, and even if she had managed to forget his name coming from her teachers lips the day previous, there was no mistaking his literal prescience.
When she walked into fifth period US History almost ten minutes early, she'd done so with the intention of not having to see him walk in.
She hadn't bothered to seek out what most everyone she'd heard dubbed the 'Cullen Table', and instead she'd once again sat with Maria and her friends. They were a lively group, yet not so out of pocket that she was uncomfortable sitting with them for the most part.
Still, some of her more prominent avoidant tendencies had risen up as the lunch hour had gone by, and she'd found herself nudging Maria to tell the girl that she was going to head on to her fifth period. She'd gotten a smile and a few 'see you laters' as she shouldered her bag, and then she'd stuck her hands in her pockets and her headphones in her ears as she found her way towards the hall that housed most of the history classes.
History wasn't her favorite subject to begin with, but she'd known just on the first day that she was going to have trouble. She was a mathematician at her core, and History couldn't hold her attentions well enough to keep her mind from wandering. Still, it wasn't a completely terrible class, as she could tell that her teacher did actually care about his subject, which was always nice to see.
All in all, she didn't exactly hate having to go to history, but when she'd gotten halfway through the door she'd still felt the strong urge to turn around and leave.
She was ashamed to realize that her need to leave had everything to do with honey eyed blonde seated near the middle of the classroom. His long limbs where relaxed, a leg extended beneath the desk in front of him, and he'd evidently been gazing out of the window next to him right up until she'd entered the room.
She'd thought her steps had been quiet, but with her headphones in perhaps she'd been louder then she thought since she couldn't figure out any other reason why he had snapped his head around to look at her quite so fast.
It was probably one of the most awkward moments she'd ever experienced, and it was made up entirely of her standing in the center of the doorway staring at him, and him staring back.
'This is fucking weird,' she thought, and then her common sense kicked in and she looked away.
Without a word, she found a desk on the opposite side of the room and sat down to set her things up.
That had been the second time he caught her staring, and he probably thought she was a complete freak. She didn't blame him all things considered.
Then again, if he had an issue with the awkward moments maybe he shouldn't have stared back.
Minutes ticked by, and Wren did her best to ignore his presence and completely erase any trace of her less than stellar moments from her mind. She knew she sometimes made a big deal out of little things, and she could feel that happening now. She refused to get bent out of shape about a couple of awkward glances, though, so she forced herself to let it go.
Slowly, students filed into the room and she settled back into school mode, giving her attention to searching for the mechanical pencils she knew where somewhere in her bag.
For as sure as she was that the writing tool was in her bag, she was having a hell of a time finding it. She was still searching when her teacher, Mr. Shaw, called the class to attention and began speaking. Since she only had one pencil with her today, she continued to look and listened to the man as she sifted through her things.
"All right class, I'm sure by now you've all heard of my infamous projects," he began, obviously assuming much of his class had been at Forks High in the years before.
He was right, of course, but Wren still felt a slight Stan of irritation at being left out of the loop before she dismissed it. Some things just weren't worth feeling.
"For those of you that don't know, I'm talking about my Timeline Projects. These will be worth half of your overall grade in this class, and you will be assigned a partner to work with throughout the year."
Most of the class groaned, and Wren could understand why. In her experience, partner projects usually ended in either one person doing all the work, or a shitty project over all. On the rare occasion that you got a good partner, things worked out okay, but that wasn't very likely. Add that to the fact that Wren didn't like being around too many people anyways, and 'partner project' may as well have been spelled D, I, S, A, S, T, E, R.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you all hate it already, I know. Quite your complaining because it won't phase me. I've been doing this for years and when someone else's grade is on the line, I find my students tend to motivate each other. It also helps some of our more antisocial friends learn how to handle life better, so pack up your stuff so I can assign partners already. You all will thank me for this when you take your finals and actually know the material."
For some reason, Wren felt as if that little comment on antisocial tendencies was aimed at her, but logic said that it was more of a general populace thing. A lot of teens tended to hate interacting with people outside of their chosen group of friends so closely.
Still, a lot of her class seemed to take his comment personally, and many shot Mr. Shaw dirty looks. He just stared smugly right back at them because they all knew he was in charge here. They couldn't do shit other then complain. (Which they all would.)
Resigned to her fate, Wren simply held her notebook and textbook in her arms, and resolved to resume her search for her pencil once she was reseated.
She rocked back on her heels as Mr. Shaw called the names, not really too interested in the parings. Some people seemed happy, some seemed pissed, and some seemed to just take it as it was like she did.
Honestly even though it was only her second day and she wasn't fully through it yet, Wren was pretty tired. She tended not to sleep well to begin with, and the tiredness had followed her through most of her short life. She knew that bags under her eyes wasn't a foreign look on her, and it had even ceased to worry her Aunt. Her lack of sleep wasn't necessarily at a dangerous level, and Wren wasn't a fan of sleeping pills, so as long as she functioned okay her Aunty left her alone.
Usually it didn't bother her much, but on the days it did she always needed a quick nap before she felt like doing anything. From lethargy sweeping through her body, she could tell that today would be a nap day.
In order to make room for a little shut eye, she began to mentally catalogue what she had planned, her eyes going unfocussed as she sorted through her mind.
After school she'd planned to head home, which would take twenty minutes. After that she figured she would get a snack and do the little homework she'd already accumulated, which would be maybe an hour or two depending on how distracted she got. Her Aunt would probably be home by then and they'd watch whatever show the woman had set to record while Wren cooked, so that knocked out maybe another two hours. Those things alone pushed her up to 8 pm, so she figured she'd have to shove her nap in around 5.
Maybe she could-
"-ren Kitt!"
Wren was immediately startled out of her thoughts, and she found a faint embarrassment buzzing up as she covertly glanced around the room. Mr. Shaw had said her partner's name first, and she'd missed it. The man continued to go on, and saw that he'd just stuck them in alphabetical order, so all she had to do was figure out who was before her in the alphabet.
She tried to see if anyone was walking towards her, but she didn't pick anyone obvious in the shuffling crowed. Frowning, she tried her best to remember if any of her classmates had last names that started with J. No one came to mind, though.
Sighing, she rubbed her index finger and thumb up along either side of her nose, pushing her glasses up slightly. She really should have paid attention, as asking Mr. Shaw to repeat himself was likely just to get her sass. He seemed like the sassy type of teacher.
"Where there any I's?" she muttered quietly to herself.
She hadn't really been expecting anyone to hear her, let alone answer.
"No there weren't, but you might wanna try H, darlin'."
Even with the knowledge that she should have been, Wren still hadn't been very aware of her surroundings.
So when a deep southern drawl rang clear in her ears while she was standing in some white washed suburban school in 'nobody knows where' Washington state, she had a very inappropriate response to the very out of place accent.
"Who the fuck?"
Her hand came up to slap over her mouth about the same time she caught sight of Jasper Hale staring down at her with one golden eyebrow raised.
Her heart just about stopped when three things registered: He'd gotten way too close without her noticing. At five feet two inches, someone as big as him should have never been allowed near her because she felt like a literal ant. And finally, if the actual words out of his mouth where anything to go by, he was her new History partner.
For the entire year.
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Anyways Wren is an awkward noodle who's just trying her best.
I'm still not sure if I'll be able to write from Jasper's POV and I scream. Low key need someone else to write his POV for me lmfao (don't worry I'll figure it out I got this.)
But actually I'm gonna try to do the next chapter from Jasper's POV, so more Jazz! Yay!