Hiding
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters, they belong to Stephanie Meyer.
A/N:
I sincerely want to thank everyone who has hit, read or put this story on alert. It is the first thing I found the courage to write.I am sure that from the first chapter you already know that I need a Beta . Whoever believes that this deserves some editing time please help me to make it better.
Chapter Two: Friends and past.
Jasper was just parking his bike in the lot attached to the Law School of the University of Washington when he received Edward's call. He had not heard a word from him the last two weeks so neither one of them knew about their current life status.
For people who are considered to be best friends, live in the same dorm building and both own a trustworthy cell phone the distance would be rather weird, but not for Jasper and Edward.
They had been friends since elementary school. When Jasper's family moved to New York - due to his father's career in the United Nations- he was in 7th grade. When you are 13 and you attend your 5th new school you know how difficult is to make new friends. But start from scratch never bothered Jasper.
He was kind and calm by nature, always kept a low profile and knew that patience always payed you back.
So when his new teacher showed him the seat next to a bronze-hair tall boy with an "Ok, I am bored to death and do not need any introductions this morning" look on his face he was rather amused than irritated by his attitude. The both sat without speaking for the rest of the hour.
The same situation kept going for three more days.
Everything changed when one day Jasper found history class too boring.
He was obsessed with history studies and soon realized that his teacher was too inadequate to keep him interested so he put on his earphones listening to some post-rock band he was not even supposed to know for his age.
Ten minutes later someone grabbed the "to small to even notice" earphones and unplugged them from his i-pod.
He begun to protest when he saw the boy next to him shoving the small gadget inside his back sac but stopped as soon as he noticed that the teacher was passing test papers through the students and he was almost in front of him.
He wanted to say thank you for saving him from a sure case of detention but the boy was already marking the answers on the test paper. They finished almost together in only 5 minutes although the test was supposed to last for 30 minutes.
After delivering his paper to a confused teacher Jasper grabbed his stuff and left the classroom. He was heading to his locker when he spotted Edward next to it with his i-pod in his hand.
"So, post-rock it is for you hah?" Edward said giving him the small device.
" I suppose nobody warned you, hah," Jasper said with an amused tone.
He had already supposed that Edward had previously listening to his i-pod but the teacher had seen him and knew the consequences.
"So, what exactly did I miss?"
"Detention for a week, one hour after classes, and a 3000 word essay for the history of our educational system since the 2nd world war".
"How long did it take for you."
"Two days for research, three hours to write it," Edward replied in a cool tone.
"Well, I'm Jasper Whitlock, 13 years old, post – rock fan and very impressed. Are you sure we are on the same grade?"
"Edward Cullen, 11 years old, more of a Debussy fan and lets just say I skipped a few classes thanks to my good looks."
"Edward , I think we have at least 25 minutes free to talk about it," Jasper said smiling wide.
Al though Jasper was the new in his class , he had already his suspicions that Edward was not a common student. He was intrigued from the silent boy next to him from day one.
The first thing he noticed was the lack of any notepad or at least some kind of paper in front of him.
He did not seem to take any notes through the lessons.
He never asked any questions, never bothered to make his presence known during class and was always tapping the desk as if he was playing the piano
One day he thought he heard him hum something but it was like a very low whisper.
Apparently the absence of notes was not a problem for Edward. He was always ready to answer every question the teachers had without hesitation. He always finished his tests first and without flaws.
A common student would just see another smart boy who would study hours and hours for his homework. But Jasper was not a common student. Spending most of his life traveling with his parents he had learned to read and observe people.
He assumed that there where things about Edward that made him different. The earphone situation led Jasper to spending a whole afternoon with him and soon he got the answers to his assumptions.
Edward was a smart boy. No, a "very" smart boy.
His father , Carlisle Cullen was one of the best surgeons in the country. His mother, Esme Cullen was a well known interior designer. Although they where both very successful professionals they never forgot their origins.
Carlisle's father was a priest. He was the one who taught his son to use his brain for good causes and not just for money or social status.
Esme had a more complex background.
Her grandparents where immigrants from Europe with origins from Italy and Ireland. They left their homelands after the 2nd world and came to New York for a better future. They where both hard working persons.
Grandpa Antony worked in constructions and in 20 years he established his own construction company.
Grandma Mary started working as dressmaker. Her natural talent good taste made her well known and soon she had her own private atelier in Manhattan. At the present day "Mary C"was the most famous Fashion Designer Firm in North America.
Esme parents inherited both companies. When they finally retired Esme became the CEO of the Construction Company and her brother, Peter McCarthy, kept "Mary C".
Trust funds for every child of the family was already set up. Edward and his cousins had their pockets already full by birth.
Edward's family status was something Jasper understood gradually since Edward never bragged about it.
One thing was sure. Edward was a very interesting person for someone who had almost everything.
When Jasper casually asked Edward why he was not attending at one of those expensive private schools the answer was very simple.
He had already been "suggested to leave" from 3private schools.
He claimed it was due to his pathetic teachers who never understood his free spirit and did not like his corrections during the courses. The truth was that it was absolutely humiliating for the teachers and the principals that all the students where starting to have doubts about their knowledge.
So, Edward demanded to go to a public school and kept a low profile since then.
What Edward was missing from Jasper's life was that he had been offered a two semester teaching course at the University of Washington.
He had just graduate from Harvard Law School with honors and he needed sometime off before his lawyer internship in New York.
He had chosen Seattle not only for the job opportunity .
His old friend Alice, who happened to be his eternal crush, had send him an e-mail 3 weeks ago.
After traveling through Europe for almost a year she had been admitted to the "Art History and Design" department of the University of Washington.
Jasper had missed Alice a lot.
They where considered to be good friends but he always knew he needed something more.
This time he just knew he had to push his luck.
When he saw the caller id that morning he was about to remind Edward how much off an asshole he was .
He had called him at least 20 time to share his news and it always turned to voice mail.
Before he was able to even say yes he heard:
"Jasper I'm fucked, need a room to stay."
Edward fucked, not a to bad think, happens all the time.
But Edward without place to stay could only meant no dorm room, no money and probably bad parent-child meeting.
It took Jasper a few seconds to respond in a calm tone.
"Then you will have to come to Seattle Washington Edward."
"Seattle Washington?"
"Yes, need money?"
"Plain tickets."
"Call my travel agent Maria, my charge."
"Ok, see you old man."
And that was all the talking they had. It was something they had developed from the first time they had met. Less words and explanations.
Sometimes the did no even need to talk at all. Their almost 3 year age difference and Jasper's smooth ways aloud Edward to call him "Old Man". Older in age and true man to his words.
A/N: Please review so Edward can fly happy to Seattle!