Forbidden Affections
by Liquidtopaz'xo
Chapter o2.
Sighing, I glance over at Charlie too give him a half smile before opening the door and stepping out of his car. I turn around without closing the door and lean in, "Pray for me please," I say only half jokingly.
He chuckles, "You will be all right Bells. I will be here to pick you up later."
I nod and close the door. I watch as he pulls away and keep watching until he is no longer in my line of sight. Some part of me kept thinking he would turn around come pick me back up, realizing I wasn't ready. But the more rational part of me knew that was highly unlikely. That does not mean I was not wishing for him to do so. Trust me, I was. Realizing I am standing in the middle of the road, I turn and go on the side walk. People are passing short glimpses at me, several are staring so I bow my head just a little bit.
In just seven hours this will all be over. Just seven hours.
Seven very long hours, according to my brain.
"Hey! Watch it!" My heart nearly jumps out my chest as I look up in time to see a snow ball coming at me. I sidestep it, just barely missing it as it goes over my head. I must have over thunk my sidestep, because when I blinked I was looking at the sky, and my back suddenly felt very cold. I closed my eyes and I felt the blush creep up my neck, my face beginning to feel very hot. Bystanders laughed aloud and some were trying to laugh quietly, but I heard them anyway.
Someone kill me now.
"I am really sorry. Are you okay?" I heard someone ask from up above me.
Opening my eyes, I took the extended hand. When I was upright I looked at the person who caused my embarrassment. A boy with the blondest hair I've ever seen and marine blue eyes stood in front of me with a apologetic grin played on his lips.
"S'okay, shit happens." I try to make light the situation and save us the awkwardness that would be sure to come afterwards.
He smiles, "Your new here?"
"Uh, yeah." Oh god, not in the mood for conversation. But unfortunately, it was not in me to be rude and obnoxious.
His smile gets impossibly wider, "You must be Isabella Swan then. Hi, I'm Mike Newton." He gives me a once over, raising his eyebrows in a quizzical way, "Um, aren't you cold?"
I look down at myself, then look around, just noticing where there use to be mossy green grass it was now covered in crystal ivory snow. Thin sheets of ice covered the side walks, reminding me to walk more cautiously and not have anymore mishaps. I cannot express in words how much I loathe the cold, the snow, and everything here! That is when I feel the unmistakable chill in the air and I shiver while pulling my cardigan tighter around me. Maybe the wind heard my thoughts?
"Forgot my jacket," which I actually did, "But, do you mind showing me where the office is? I have to get my schedule." I asked warily.
He was still smiling, "Sure." I wanted to ask him did his face hurt.
We made our way to the office and I was very thankful for the warmth in the school. The woman behind the desk was very sweet and generous, as she told me all the shortcuts I could take to get to my classes quicker. I did not think it was necessary, because my old high school back home was much bigger than this. She handed me my schedule and I thanked her and left the office. Maybe the people here are really friendly. One point for Forks.
I had all but forgotten about Mike trailing next to me, just talking my ear off. He was saying something about how he would like me to meet his friends. I pretended to listen, nodding at everything he was saying, adding the occasional laugh every time I heard him snicker. Instead, I surveyed the school, which was full from the people that had just come in from outside. Everything, from what I could see over everyone's head, was grey and colorless. The walls, the marble floor, the lockers, even the classroom doors! My nose wrinkled in distaste. This place could definitely put a dent in someone good day.
"Oh, let me see your schedule?" Mike asked, jolting me from my observation. I handed it over as we continued to navigate our way through the crowd.
He handed it back over, "Well we have homeroom and gym together." He looks up at the over-sized clock that decorated the wall above us, "We'd better hurry. Homeroom starts in about five minutes. See you in homeroom."
Having no need to go to my locker, I try to find my way to homeroom since Mike needed to go to his. I push my now very drained body to go up a flight of stairs to the 'B' level, thanking god there was only two levels of this school. Finally to homeroom, I push the door open and quickly ease my way around a group of people. I see Mike sitting with a Asian boy and two other girls. Ducking my head so he will not see me, I make my way to the back of the classroom on the far end away from Mike and his group of friends. Throwing my bag down on the ground next to me, I groan and put my head down.
I hope he doesn't see me, I just need at least five minutes of rest. To be invisible and bothered by no one.
It was not a minute into my so-called nap, that I sensed a presence standing near me. Cursing under my breath, I looked up. My breath caught in my throat at the sight in front of me. Sure that my brain was playing tricks on me, because no one could be that...that gorgeous. Never in my 17 years have I ever seen a man with the impossibly pale skin pull it off the way he did. Never. His mouth was a little wide, but his lips were full and very appealing. Golden eyes stained with streaks of cinnamon were adorned with long dark eyelashes that curled. A mass of honey blond curls were atop his head and softened his features.
You could say he belonged on the cover of GQ, but even he was too good looking for that.
He looked as if he were trying to refrain from doing something detrimental. That is when I saw the hand of an equally gorgeous female behind him. Though that is where the similarities between them stopped. Both had the same colored hair, but her hair traveled down her back in ringlets. They were both gorgeous albeit they did not look anything alike. Her hand was on his arm protectively, though I doubt she could hold him back if he was intended to do something.
"Jasper..." Her angelic voice almost sounded like a warning.
Note-to-self: Get more sleep, you see and hear things when deprived.
His body was suddenly statue still and he was staring at me. I suddenly felt very fidgety at his close scrutiny. Lowering my eyes to the desk in front of me, my legs started shaking underneath the table. Any sane person would have gotten up and moved, but I felt as if I were rooted to my seat. Almost like his gaze was holding me in place.
"Jasper! Stop it." Her voice was more like a hiss now, the warning more prominent.
Something akin to a growl came from deep within his chest. The girl, who I assumed must have been his girlfriend, just sighed in annoyance. I wanted to feel nervous, alarmed, because I knew I was supposed to feel that. But all I felt was...calm and serene. I couldn't control my own feelings, and panic started to rise in my throat, but the calm just overwhelmed the panic. Eventually putting it at ease and then stopping it all together. My legs had stopped shaking under the desk and I just sat there, looking down at the desk with my eyes closed. That knowing feeling surrounded my being, almost as if I were accepting my fate.
Whatever that happened to be.
Forgot to say it:
Sadly, I do not own the Twilight series =(
On another note:
This story might be moving at a slow pace because Bella has the bad habit of thinking a lot. As you can see, she barely talks, always thinking. And I'm trying my best to not switch the POV, because I think it's more mysterious when you make just one person tell it all. I would have kept going, but I got the urge to switch to Jazz's point of view, and I don't want to do that. That would reveal too much and stop the story to short. Plus it's kind of difficult talking from a Vampire's POV, I've tried.
Also, I choose Jasper instead of Edward for a reason. First, because he's a new to the Cullen's form of 'vegetarianism' and I thought it would be more fun to see how long he could make it without biting her or harming her. Makes sense right? Second, I think he is sexy, and Jackson Rathbone (who plays him in the Twilight movie adaptation) up'd the sexiness haha.
As I am typing this up, I haven't even written Chapter 3. But I am thinking about what will happen and will probably start typing it after I publish this. As long as I have my Twilight Playlist, I will continue to be inspired. Plus, I type fast and have fast-paced mind, so that should make you feel better =)
Thanks for taking the time out to read this, and please review. I love to hear what you have to say, and I know I am in need of improvement. So help me =)
