An: Please Review because i don't feel like writing more when people don't:( on a happier note the story is in flow now the first chapter was a bit flakey... actually this one is too but we are into the plot now. Whoop. Enjoy :) Chapters will be longer now :)

Coming Around Again

I've been sittin' in the darkness
But the sunlights creeping in
Now the ice is slowly melting
In my soul and in my skin
All the good times, my friend
Yea yea
Are coming around again
Oh yeah...
I've been thinkin' reminiscing
Of better nights and better days
Hidin' in the refugge of
Memories I've made
I gotta feeling within, within
... It's comin' around again

...It's comin' around again
We've been so long waiting for the all time high
We got a damn good reason
To put your troubles aside
And all your winter sorrows
Hang them out to dry
Throw it away, gotta throw it away
All the colourful days my friend
Are coming around again

I got someone waiting for me
It's been so long since we meet
And I may not be your salvation
But i'll offer nonetheless
And if like me you wanna take that chance
...It's comin' around again
Oh yeah

I can feel a change of fortune
No more ridin' on my love
Feel the wind is off my shoulders
As my feet become unstuck
Another good times on which we do depend
No…...

(Coming Around Again – Simon Webbe)

It was soon time for our first day at high school and I can tell you one thing I'm not digging the uniforms. Rosalie and Alice of course moaned then somehow metamorphosed the uniform into something trendy to wear. Not that I cared much for what I wear.

The school was a big mass of students as we walked in I couldn't help but notice all there surprise as they stared at us. I rolled my eyes who said this would be any different?

We went to Form which is basically like house groups it's just a way of getting us all registered in the morning. I looked around the group of boring student, there all the same I thought. until one caught my eye, there was a girl sitting on the window sill her head against the window and her headphones in her ears.

I could only see the back of her head the dark blonde locks cropped into a v shape on her neck. If it wasn't for the pink bag that sat underneath the window sill I might have mistaken her for a boy as the blazer had shoulder pads and was not flattering.

I don't know why but I was captivated by this image of her sitting on the window sill and I think I already knew that this image was going to stay with me for a long time.

"Gabriella Levitt" called out our form tutor.

Somehow the girl heard over her music.

"Yes Sir" she said answering the register.

Her voice was soft but assertive her face turned sideways and I saw this was a child with large green/blue eyes and cherry red lips contrasting with her pale skin. Her eyes met mine and I felt a rush of embarrassment from her as those pale cheeks reddened.

She turned her face away from me quickly and muttered "Yeah I'm a girl idiot"

Of course no human would be able to hear her from this far across the room but I could. I felt here self loathing and sadness.

"did you see that?" said Emmett astounded but quiet "that must be a new record"

"She only stared for 30 seconds! That is a new record" said Rosalie shocked.

"Not only that she only looked at Jasper she didn't even bat an eyelid at us" said Edward with a small grin "She only thought about him as well"

I glared at him for some reason over protective of this girl and did not want her to be mentioned as if she was some dog doing a new trick.

"Take it easy Jasper" said Edward so only I could hear.

Stupid mind reader!

The bell rang I went to my first class - History – hoping that it wouldn't be so boring learning everything all over again. Apparantly we have seating plans and I was lucky enough to be placed next to Gabriella. I saw her stare down at the floor as soon as I started walking towards the desk at the back of the room. She was really embarrassed and slightly annoyed.

I sat down and for the first time breathed in her scent prepared for whatever it might bring. As I breathed it in I noted with relief that she was not a singer however she did smell delicious. Of hazelnuts and oranges but underneath that was her own mouth watering smell.

She stopped moving and sat there frozen hardly breathing which was worrying. What if she was having some kind of panic attack, I know humans don't feel comfortable near us. As the teacher rushed out to get photocopies I decided to try talking to her – how very un-Japer-like of me!

"Hi, I'm Jasper" I said unsure of what else to say.

"I'm Gabriella" she said quietly nervously tucking a piece of wavy short hair behind her ear.

"Pretty name" I said to softly for her to hear "So how old are you?"

"Sixteen" she said quietly "I was sixteen in January"

She looked way too young to be sixteen maybe she just had a baby face.

"I know I look young compared to my real age" she said as if she knew what I was thinking.

You have no idea I thought.

"How old are you then?" she asked.

"The same" I said.

She ducked her head to hide her adorable smile... wait 'adorable' what's wrong with me. Her cheeks glowed red.

"What's wrongs?" I asked sensing her embarrassment.

"I thought you looked older" she said avoiding my gaze.

I was about to ask her something else when lesson started I spent my whole time watching her out of the corner of my eye. For some reason this strange creature was captivating to me, everything she did made me want to watch her more. The way she put the end of her pencil lightly in her mouth, the way she tugged at her sleeves to pull them over her hands, the way she'd stared out of the window filled with longing. I wished that I had Edward's gift.

It was one of the most awkward moments of my long life, even for an empath. I couldn't even attempt to change the atmosphere because it was mostly me making it awkward. It seem as though Gabriella just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her; she was probably embarrassed to be sitting next to the freak.

It finally ended and the bell rang and I thought that I would be happy to be away from the cause of felling so uncomfortable. Instead it was impossible torture, her scent, her warmth and the rhythmic sound of her breathing had left a craving behind. I needed to be near her again and lucky for me in this moment of madness I didn't have long to wait.

The next class I had opted for was art, along with the rest of my family but I didn't see them as I walked in all I saw was her. Her hair was a messy attempt at a pony tail leaving only a small tuft in the bobble. She had thrown a large paint splattered mans shirt over her shirt, her blazer discarded on the back of a chair. She stood leaning over a sketch the clouded light gently illuminating her skin, her paleness simply reflecting the light.

She bit her lip with concentration her eyes were in a place only she could reach through the doors of her imagination. Her delicate fingers gripped the pencil lightly drifting over the page creating a post card of that far of place in her mind.

"He's lost" said Alice dramatically.

"He's doomed now, she's got him hook, line and sinker" said Emmett with a chuckle.

"What is it with you Cullen's and falling for the human girl?" said Rosalie irritancy but also an excitement radiating off her.

I ignored them and took the sketch book the teacher had shoved into my hand whilst I was zoning out. I made my way over to her determined to get a proper convocation out of her. As I approached I felt her quiet joy as she sketched then I looked at her lips curled up into a little smile. I joined her at her table in the corner of the quiet room that she had claimed all to herself. I don't know why I found her so fascinating but she never failed to do so.

She had one headphone in her ear and her eyes on her work so she didn't notice when I sat down opposite her standing form. I noticed as her eyes were looking down that her eyelashes were very long and jet black.

I looked discreetly over at what she was drawing and smiled as looked over at the little comic stretch. I saw two little characters one that looked like her and one that looked like me and in the few adorable drawings she showed the strangeness of our first meeting. What surprised me however is that her pencil was now drawing us as we were now. I looked up at her face and saw that she was trying to suppress a rather big grin and not look at me at the same time. Where had this little vixen come from? Only a minute ago I had been among the company of a mouse.

Her eyes lifted from the page to meet mine and I felt her amusement surround me. She laughed out loud (lol) as she saw my shocked face.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help myself " she explained going bright red "you really thought I didn't notice you didn't you? Nosey parker!"

I was taken back a little as I stared at her small child like frame cross armed in front of me. I had discovered her personality.

"Well? Are you going to apologise for your rudeness?" she said her accent highlighted with the tones of a well spoken English lady.

"I apologise Ma'am for my rudeness, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me? " I said my southern accent slipping through.

Her heart suddenly picked up and her cheeks reddened – she found my accent attractive! I don't know why but that gave me all the confidence I needed – strange captivating little human.

"You are forgiven, but do not think that I will do the same next time" she said avoiding my prying eyes by raising her chin up stubbornly.

Oddly I found this adorable. What was it about her that was just so interesting? I wondered if it was wise for me to take this any further could I really be friends with a human? There's no harm in trying a least for now is there?

While I zoned out she had changed positions she now sat on one of the wooden stools that were darted around. Her one leg was tucked underneath her the other left dangling off the too high stool. Her eyes were on her sketch pad but she was feeling uncomfortable under my gaze.

"Are you going to do anything or are you just going to stare holes through me all lesson?" she asked her eyes not moving from the sketch pad.

"I could do both" I said not trying to hide my accent, I grinned as her heart picked up again.

Then a wave of irritance and embracement hit me and, at unexpectedly she picked up a scrunched up piece of paper and threw it at me. I was too shocked that she had done it to avoid it, it hit me straight between the eyes. I snapped out of my trance by a delightfully addictive sound – Gabriella's laughter.

She briefly stopped laughing to squeeze out a sentence "I was aiming for the bin"

I stared at her like she'd gone completely mad then looked behind me to see that there was a trash can about three meters right to me. I raised an eyebrow at her as she tried to suppress giggles unfortunately she had a contagious laugh ... which doesn't help the empath.

I joined her laughter and looked at her then as she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and knew that I had found my new best friend. I think I'm going mad – but I like it!

AN: Please review :( i know some people don't like OC mixes but i promise you Gabriella isn't your average oc