I reached my American History class in about 3 minutes, because of the closeness my first two classes were. When I entered, a nice looking older teacher sat at a wooden desk in the front of the room. A very few students occupied the room already, but there still were a few noticeable, empty gaps. The few who were present still peered at me.

"You must be our new student," the teacher muttered, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah."

"Now is the other new girl your sister?"

I nodded, "She's a freshman."

She looked at the paper in my hand and took it, aware already of what it was for.

"Okay, here's the paper back. You can sit at the very end of second to last row."

"Alright, thanks."

I took the paper back and advanced down to the end of the row. Every single pair of eyes followed me to my seat except for one. The guy who sat next to me.

I didn't exactly notice him at first, I was too busy setting my things up in the desk in an unnecessary and annoyingly neat fashion, but after all was organized, I automatically looked to my left.

He stared straight ahead, with a slightly focused expression, like he was watching a very interesting movie. I could tell most of the girls' stares broke off of me, to the guy I gawked at in confusion.

He was pale white and had honey blonde hair. That wasn't enough to describe him, though, he was so….beautiful, inhumanly so. It wasn't just his perfect looks that obscured my thoughts, it was how close he looked like someone I had read about.

Jasper Hale.

As soon as the name rushed through my head, I rejected my assumptions hastily. Of course this wasn't Jasper Hale! I probably turned red at the absurd thought. It was stupid to believe for one second that the Cullens were real, and even if they were, why would they be in Forks? And why would they even step foot in public? With four successful books and three successful movies, people would automatically turn the possibilities over in their heads if they spotted a peculiarly white person, especially in this small town.

I glanced at him again and a chill ran through my spine as I paired the description of Stephanie Meyer's vampires to him.

But if he was Jasper, he would probably end up feeling as confused as I was as he sensed my confusion. If he was a vampire, he would most likely hear me if I very quietly, whispered his name.

I thought for a minute; should I? No, that would just be plain stupid. If he didn't look at me or ask 'what?', I'd really beat myself up for thinking so stupidly. It was just too bold.

I suffered in shock through the rest of the class and occasionally glanced over at the man. It was only till the end, when the bell rang and everyone stood up to leave, that the blonde guy met my eyes.

He had the confused expression I imagined as he connected glances with me and exited the room at a chillingly fast pace. It was some more evidence I recognized involuntarily.

Throughout the next two classes, stares and introductions were the least of my concerns, I was too occupied in my thoughts already and I didn't have room for anything else. Sometimes, I wouldn't even hear a question someone asked me and they had to repeat themselves.

It wasn't until the class before lunch that I was forcefully pulled into reality.

"Angela, since Robert isn't here today I'll have you finish up your project with Brooke," the teacher commanded.

"Okay," the girl muttered shyly. I turned to face her in my seat, since she sat next to me. She was a cute girl, very tall with light brown hair and brown eyes. I could tell she was very quiet, but also kind.

"So I guess we have to glue these on," I mumbled after a moment of silence, picking up a few sheets of paper with typed paragraphs on it.

"Yeah."

I helped her paste the papers onto a white poster board and that's all we really had to do. I could tell she was very smart, so getting things done early was probably common for her.

Since we were quiet again, I decided to make conversation with her.

"So is this normally a fun class?"

"Not usually, unless you like poetry, Shakespeare and more poetry."

"I can handle that, but they're not my favorite," I responded, "What's your next class? After lunch, I mean."

"Oh, um History."

I looked at my schedule, "I have 3rd year French."

"You like French?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about moving to France after high school."

"Oh, that's cool. That'd be really fun."

"I hope. What do you want to do after school?"

She paused for a minute, "Um, I'm not very sure about what I'm going to study, but I want to go to the University of Washington."

"Wow, that's interesting, it's a good school. So, uh, are there any cute guys here?" Now I wasn't the one who asked around about 'cute guys', but I was hoping she would mention the blonde guy who took over most of my thoughts ever since I saw him.

"Just a few. You should ask my friend, Jessica, she's dangerously boy crazy." Hmm, no information about him. I decided to keep pressing for information.

"Who's that really white guy with the blonde hair? I'm pretty sure he's a senior," I murmured, even though I didn't know that at all. I was only using my knowledge from a certain book.

She stared at me for a while with a confused expression, like she didn't know who I was talking about. Finally, it was visible on her face when she realized who it was.

"Oh, that's-." And at the most appropriate moment, the bell rang, "Do you want to hang out at lunch?" She offered.

"Um yeah, sure," I mumbled, very disappointed she changed the subject so quickly.