Taking a breath I moved forward, I couldn't look away from his eyes I felt that if I did I would surly die. Finally I was passing him, skirting around him I reached for the door handle. Suddenly my hand was engulfed by a larger one it was cold and very very white. I could deal with the whiteness even with the cold, but I just couldn't deal with me dying hundreds of different ways flashing through my eye. So I did something I usually never did. "Get your f-ing hand off mine and let me go you son of a bitch." Oh Wow I have not been that rude since my mom tied cornering me for both of my fights, they were also the two reasons I forced us to move. But it did the trick, he let go looking slightly startled. Opening the door I thought of just leaving it at that, but there had been something in his eyes that had said he didn't want to kill me. So just before I closed the door I mutter "Thanks and sorry." Slamming the door the rest of the way I went to my car. Turning on the ignition I backed out of the parking lot. I hate school was all I chanted on the way home. Getting there I slammed the door to the car then to the house and finally to my room.

"Hand over your paper solider." My mother's voice called through my door.

"Use my name and I will" I called back

"Fine Privet Mary." Rolling my eyes I got up and shoved the papers out the dogging door I installed the day we moved here. I could hear my mom shuffling through them "It looks like you had a good day, why the bad mood?" Even though my mom was really stern she was also caring, even if she couldn't show it well.

"Some kid at school was driving me nuts."

"Was he hott?"

"MOM" I was annoyed it seemed that every school I went to in the past four years there was at least one hot guy, they never had put me in a bad mood, but mom still wanted to know about them.

"Just asking dear. When I was your age hott guys always put me in a bad mood. Probably because everyone else thought they were hott."

"MOM" I yelled again.

"Wow he must have been gorgeous. Alright I'll leave you alone dinner will be ready at six I want to see your homework at seven." I heard her leave and go back down stairs. Sighing, I turned back to the book we had to read for English which unfortunately I already read but my mind was not on the book, it was on Jasper. Jasper Hale is not hot. Your right he's beautiful. NO he's not. Your right that can't possibly describe how gorgeous he is. NO he's not he's annoying self-centered and wants to kill me. You don't know that. I hate arguing with myself. Then just give in and admit he's hott and you want him. I will not admit that he's hot, smells good, demands my attention every waking moment and is one day going to marry me. What he never said that. He will. Throwing my book across the room, it shattered on of the ugly figures my mother had bought for me when I was sixteen.

"Yep he's defiantly gorgeous."

"SHUT UP MOM!" I plugged my ipod in and began listening to some heavy rock music that thankfully distracted me amazingly. When it was dinnertime I left my ipod in and ate. My mom didn't say anything but gave me a knowing look. When dinner was over and I turned my homework over to my mom and went to bed. That was one nice thing about my mom I always past my classes because what I got wrong she fixed up. Of course that meant she taught me everything I did wrong and put me in the AP classes because I was so bored. Throwing myself on my bed I let the music roll over me until I drifted into a black abyss. The rest of the week went by without incident. Jasper didn't show up for school which pleased me to no end. The only thing that drove me nuts was Michael, he was convinced I was madly in love with him and was only refusing his attempts to play hard to get. I learned more about the kids in my class sitting with a girl named Angie, she was so nice and sweet I felt I just had to protect her. Most were the typical students, preps jocks nerds geek the usual. The only thing that didn't fight in was the Cullens. Apparently they were Jasper's adopted family. There was Edward Cullen and Bella Hale, it look more like they were married than just adopted brother and sister. Then there was Emmet Cullen and Rosalie Hale they were an odd pair. Emmett was huge like a grizzly bear while Rosalie was the most beautiful thing. She look more like a Princess than the mate of a grizzly bear. I took all my reserve not to stare at them, they were so interesting and for some reason whenever I look over I got this deep sense of regret. What the heck?! Regret! Maybe I am mentally insane I mean I do see the future which reminded me I could see that today was going to be tortured, but there was no way to avoid it. Mondays weren't to bad I enjoyed probably because everyone else hated them. It was Tuesdays that I hated, they were the second day of the week and Mom doesn't believe getting sick on Tuesdays is possible, maybe she's insane. Oh well to school I went. Pulling in I and quickly hurried to English before anyone could catch me. Sliding into my seat I didn't notice that the one next to me was no longer empty.

Until he spoke, "Hello."