Title: I Can Feel Your Feelings Through This White Paper.

Author: alt-3-etf

Beta: .Silver

Pairing: Jasper and Jacob

Summary: AU. After his father's accident, the two Blacks move back to Folks. He attends Folks High school and meets the infamous Cullens. The Cullens seem to be oddly disgusted by his him. In a desperate attempt to put aside the 'loner' label, he goes to see a shrink who is of course, none other than Jasper Hale, the most intimidating out of the 'Cullen Clan'. Not only does Jasper despise Jacob, he knows his deepest emotions and what the young boy is to become. Does it turn to chaos when Jacob reaches his transaction and imprints on one of the Vampires?

Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters. OC's where needed, no one major. Some minor changes too – they have fangs that come out when they get aroused, smell blood etc. They also sleep eventually just every...two weeks or so, not every night.

Warnings: Cursing, Male on male [eventually], methodical creatures. RACIST COMMENTS I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND!

Author's Note: Thank you everyone who reviewed my last chapter and those who put it on alert and whatnot, it means a lot to me  I made some mistakes in the last chapter. I apologise – I'm not used to FF yet, LJ junkie I is. Watch TRUE BLOOD! 

As soon as the bell rang, I sprinted out of class. In the hall, I shuddered; it was going to happen all over again. I knew it. Now, whether I wanted to believe it or not was a completely different matter.

Standing in the corridor in the middle of a mass stampede of over 1,000 students wasn't the best idea I'd ever had. Pushed, dragged, I was carried along with the herd, until I ended up outside my next class;

English.

Strolling into the classroom, I was stopped.

"You must be the new student. Hello, I'm Miss Smith. I would like you to take a seat next to Edward, if you didn't mind."

Edward? I think he was in my last class...

"He's sat on the second desk to the front, on the left side of the room," she injected sweetly. I nodded a 'Thank You' and made my way to Edward.

I sat down on the incredibly low chair and turned to my classmate, formally known as Edward.

"Hey, um, I'm Jacob." I stuck out my hand; I wanted to be nice you know? A good handshake and be like men.

He didn't turn to look at me; he looked down at the wooden desk, writing something in his work book. He snorted with a smirk on his face, "I know who you are Black."

I reclined my hand, staring at him in disbelief, "There's no need to be rude, I was only trying to be polite, Edward."

He turned toward me at last.

Leaning in close, as if her were telling me a secret, he ordered harshly, "Now listen to me, Jacob." He quickly scanned the classroom, obviously this little convocation was just for me, "I don't know what game you're playing but listen to me."

I looked at him closely. His eyes were an odd mixture, bright but dark gold. I'm not sure how it fits, they were dark but they shone. His hair was like a chocolate orange, luxurious brown with rich orange strips. His skin was pale, deathly pale, it was almost as if he were albino...

"You don't talk to me," he spat. "You don't talk to me, you don't look at me, and certainly you don't even breathe the same oxygen as me."

Anger washed over me. How dare he? How fucking dare he?! All I gave him was a greeting and now he's treating me like his mortal rival? What a knob head.

"I don't like you Jacob Black. I never have and I never will."

Have?

"W-what the fuck are you talking about? I haven't met you before; I don't even know your fucking surname, so what the hell are you blabbering about?"

His eyes narrowed, and I knew I'd pushed him.

"You, don't talk to me. Not now, not ever. Go kill yourself for all I care. You're a stupid, pathetic, Native American dog who deserved to be hung by the lead your owner walks you with."

He spat on the floor, literally, his saliva landing a few inches away from my feet and turned his gaze to the front of the class. Well, what was I supposed to say to that?

I sat in complete silence for the rest of the class, my mind rewinding the words Edward had hissed at me. Why did he hate me? Had I met him someplace before I came here? But what struck me most was why did he call me a dog? I knew that socially, I was under him but did he mean physically?

The bell rang and it was as if Edward couldn't get out of the room fast enough. That bell went and he made a break for it. I don't think a rabbit ran that fast from a fox.

Slowly, I made my way out of the class, making sure I was last out to avoid any...unexpected events. Like notes being stuck to my back, gum tangled in my hair or being tripped up. I know it was only my first day but I wouldn't put it passed someone. Teenagers are cruel, sick, twisted, and even sadistic. I should know I've experienced it firsthand.

It took 5 minutes for me to realise it was Lunch period. Walking past the cafeteria, I took a quick glance. Terror hit me like a ton o' bricks. The students had filed in, eating their lunches, talking about nothing. I took a deep breath and began my journey to hell.

The girl in front of me turned round, her pale features almost identical to Edward's.

"Hey, I'm Alice."

I let her appearance seep in. Her short hair – twinning Edward's with her petit frame intimidating me. Her eyes were oddly the same colour as Edward's. I thought they were related somehow.

I nodded a greeting. If I got attached to someone, regardless of who they were I knew they'd betray me one way or another. Whether it be by revealing my darkest secret or, joining in with the torture other students would force me to endure.

Her head tilted to the side as if she were inspecting me.

I raised my eyebrow questioningly, "what?"

She smiled shaking her head, "oh nothing. I was just wondering if you have a girlfriend."

My eyes widened, "excuse me?"

Smiling wider, she laughed, "I'm not asking you out Jacob, I was just wondering."

I creased my forehead, "how did you know my name?"

She stalled.

A thunderous scream pierced through the lunch hall. Heads turned towards the noise, revealing a young girl with her left forearmed ripped open by shards of glass.

Alice stood stiff still. Her gaze fixed on the ruby-like liquid gushing from the girl's arm. She clenched her teeth while her hands began to shake. Suddenly she was gone from my sight. One moment she was there and then, poof, all gone.

I didn't see the point in queuing for a meal anymore – after the sight of blood my appetite had disappeared, like Alice had.

I walked onto the outside grounds. It was raining heavily. I sighed while I sat against a thick tree trunk.

Resting my head against it, I closed my eyes and took deep, shaky breaths.

Feeling the heavy water hitting my skull caused me to relax for the first time in months. I sighed again.

I missed my Mom. I could remember her piercing blue eyes, her soft, Native American skin. God, how I wished she was there hold me, to reassure me I was okay. I even missed my Sister. No matter how much she annoyed me, she knew I loved her.

I felt myself slip into a light daze, my brain skimming over the painful events that ruined my life.

'...It's the end of the world as we know it-'

"Billy, shut that rubbish off." My dad glanced at his wife and changed the station. He knew Mom hated that sort of music, so why did he put it on whenever she was in the car? Was it to get her angry? Did he have some fetish for violence?

"Thank you dear." She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, causing them to glow.

Silence rippled through us, no one spoke a word.

My knees were tightly against my chest with my arms wrapped round them. My cheek rested on my knees, helping me look out of the window to my right.

That's why we were there. I'd been in a fight at school.

Jason and Rick slammed me against my locker, "I think the fag needs to be taught a lesson, don't cha think Rick?" Jason's hand groped my groin, causing me to yelp.

Rick smirked, "I do indeed Jason." His gaze fell from his buddy, to me. I could feel the lust burn through me. I shuddered. I knew what was going to happen to me.

A tear streamed down my cheek as I thought about it. It still hurt.

Never had I felt so...dirty.

I could feel Rachel's stare so I turned to look at her. Her eyes were overflowing with guilt. So they fucking should have been too. It's her fault they knew. She told them. It was her evil bidding.

I hated her. I fucking HATED her.

I glared at my sibling, mouthing the words, 'Fuck you.'

She grimaced.

My Father was the first to break the silence, "I don't get why you let them do it to you Jake."

I turned my gaze to the back of the driver's seat.

"You could have defended yourself or maybe shouted for help," he sighed. "Maybe you are just a little fag."

My Mom was the first to intervene.

"BILLY!" There was a loud 'slap' echoing through the car.

"How dare you say that about our son!"

"Well, that's what he is Sarah! You heard Rachel!"

I glared at my sister once more. She betrayed me again.

"I don't care Billy, he's our son and we should love him no matter who he loves."

My Father shook his head aggressively, "No Sarah. Being homosexual just aint right!"

His wife scoffed, "Billy, if that's what you believe, then you should call the police about what happened to Jake! Obviously they're the ones who're homosexual for what they did to our son!"

I looked at my Father through his rear view mirror, "No Sarah, he aint no son o' mine."

I choked back a sob.

No one was ever going to love me again.

I was going to wallow in loss and despair and rot on my own.

___

After my long, shallow event of self pity, I had Ancient Mythology. I picked that class because I'd always been interested in how different cultures believed in such bazaar things.

Again, I sat at the back of the class, in my soggy clothes, avoiding any stares or glares that may come my way.

It didn't particularly help, I still got weird looks from students has they made their way to their seats.

I waited for the teacher to enter the room but it seemed like it would be a while as many students were stood next to their friends' desks chatting away like no tomorrow.

I silently spied on my fellow classmates. A group of girls in the front corner were chatting away, their hands moving when they were trying to describe something and their facial expressions rather scary.

A clan of guys were at the other end of the room, laughing and smiling. I wish I were part of that group, but I wouldn't be. Not then and definitely not now.

A tall, blonde haired man walked into the class. I thought he was a teacher, but he appeared not to be when he sat to the only vacant seat – next to me.

He seemed quite stiff while he sat. His posture completely perfect, his back was so straight it could have been a ruler, his head looked ahead. He was completely unaware of me.

I cleared my throat, "Hello, I'm Jacob."

His head turned, his body didn't move, "I know who you are."

He too, had the same golden eyes as Alice and Edward.

My own head slanted slightly, "How do you know who I am."

He sneered, "Because I can smell you."

I swallowed the large lump in my throat, "s-smell?"

A growl came from his throat.

"Listen to me dog."

There it was again, dog.

"I don't want you to talk to me, or my family. We aren't so fond of your kind."

I was dismayed, "my kind?" We?

So what, now he was being racist?

He scoffed, "you Quileute's are all the same."

I just sat there staring at him, completely awestruck.

___

When the bell went, the blonde haired man whisked himself out of the class room, again, another student just like Edward. This was starting to get a little freaky.

When the bell signalled school was over, I made my way to my dad's old truck.

I didn't do it excitedly; I didn't sprint with open arms. I just strolled slowly, counting the seconds until I was under the same roof as my so called Father.

I could feel the eyes on him, their curiosity, their hatred, and even their pity. I didn't want, any of it. I wanted to tear them limb from limb, sink my teeth into their flesh, and make them feel my pain. I wanted-

Oh my God.

I wanted to kill them.

What kind of sick faggot was I?

Climbing into the trunk, I started the ignition. I wasn't looking forward to going home.

___

I walked along the cobbles laid out as a drive way. I entered the shack and slammed the door shut.

"Dad, I'm home!"

I got no reply. Sighing, I headed for the living room and popped my head round the door frame, only to find my Dad watching the game. I don't know what game, sports was really my thing. That was something else that irritated him.

"Dad, I'm home."

He grunted at me, taking a long swig of his beer.

I sighed again. I had to do it.

Walking into the living room, I turned off the TV.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I turned to him, "we need to talk."

"Is it more important than the game?"

"Yes Dad, more important than the game."

He grunted, "Well, what do you want?"

I took one good look at my Father, "Why do you hate me?"

Blinking slowly, he folded his arms, "What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh c'mon Dad. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Ever since the accident you've said no more than 10 sentences to me. I want to know why."

"I haven't felt like talking."

I laughed darkly, "What a load of bull shit!"

"Watch your mouth young man!"

"Why? Are you going to punish me? Send me to my room?"

He seemed enraged, "You will do what you're told!"

"Fuck you Dad. Why do you hate me huh?"

I stood in front of him.

"Is it because Rachel went instead of me?" Silence.

"Is it because Mom went instead of me?" Silence.

"Is it because I'm a faggot?" He glared at me.

"You don't want to know," he whispered.

"Just. Tell. Me. The. Truth," I gritted.

"You can't handle the truth."

"Try me! Maybe for once you'll realise I'm smarter than you think I am."

He laughed, "Oh yeah like you were with those two boys?"

I stopped breathing.

"What?"

He smirked, "If you're so smart Jacob, then why did you let those boys do that to you?"

I glared at him, "I didn't. They took it. I tried to fight them off but it's kinda hard with one of them pinning you down and covering your mouth while the other one rapes you."

He shook his head, rolling his eyes, "You're the reason my girls are gone."

"What?"

"It's your fault Sarah and Rachel are dead."

"How the fuck is it?"

He leant forward, lowering the volume of his voice, "If you weren't pulled out of the car first, Rachel would have survived."

"Then I wouldn't have."

He nodded, "I know, that's the point."

Pain stabbed my heart. That was the most horrific thing anyone had ever muttered to me. More painful than the comment, names, anything you can think of. Nothing has ever hurt as much as that.

"Mom would still be dead though, so how does it work?"

He smiled sadistically, "Sarah was in front of her, they would have dragged her out, followed by me. I would have requested that you be left in there as you were already dead."

But I wasn't dead. I was relatively unharmed. A few scratches here and there but that's it.

"I wasn't."

"I know, but if they left you trapped in the ruins, you would have died from dehydration or from starvation eventually."

I wouldn't believe what I was hearing. My own father wanted me to die.

"Is that why you hate me? Because I lived and you're precious girls didn't?"

"Yes Jacob, that's why I hate you," he muttered.