*Jemima*

I stuttered an apology and pulled myself away from him. His expression was pained. Immediately, I felt even more like a total idiot,

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I rushed.

The angelic creature before me gritted his teeth; his eyes were dark. I stepped back quickly,

"I...I really am sorry."

He looked like he was concentrating really hard on something, and I started to feel creeped out.

"I'd better...um...go. History class...Mr Garner," I stumbled.

I darted past him and down the corridor. At first I thought he was following me, and then I realized it was Mike.

I turned to him, "What's his problem?"

"Jasper? Oh, he's a little...well, weird. Just ignore him, and his family. The Cullen's aren't anything you should concern yourself with."

Immediately, I was annoyed. I hated people telling me what I should and shouldn't do. Before I told Mike to back off a little, I registered what he'd said.

Jasper.

It was one of the most beautiful names I'd ever heard.

Thoughtfully, I walked into History Class. Pretty much the same thing happened with every lesson of the day that happened in Chemistry. Minus one beautiful creep. I didn't see Jasper at all, neither in school, nor on the way home, although I'd felt an uneasy feeling of being watched.

My mum flustered me when I got home, with questions like, "How was your day?" and "Did you make any friends?"

I humoured her for a while, then decided to go to bed. Usually, I sleep like a log, but tonight, it took me a while to drift into an uneasy slumber.

*Jasper*

I watched her on her way home. Jemima. Jemima. With blood so sweet. Even sweeter than Bella's had been. She'd noticed me this morning on the road, and it had taken all of my strength to speed up the car, and not to take her then and there. Chemistry was a little easier, with more people there; I was less likely to compel myself into betraying the family. The corridor was a little different, I was so close. I'd seen the red tint in my vision, and I wanted her. I could've destroyed that Newton boy with a flip of my hand. But I didn't, I'd stopped for a second, and then she was gone.

Of course I could've outrun her, but I didn't. But now? I watched as she glanced around her uneasily. I felt her feelings knot in fear, and I heard her pulse quicken. My mouth watered. I'd managed to trick my family into thinking I was going for a run; luckily Edward, Bella, Renesmee and Alice were not here today, or Edward would've been bombarded with my thoughts of her. I could smell the sweet perfume of her blood fade slightly as she closed her front door behind her. I'd waited patiently for her to get tired of her mothers questions, and to go to sleep. I'd waited longer still for her mother to leave the house. I watched her car disappear down the road. She would not come home to a pretty sight.

Whilst I had waited, I'd thought about her blood. How sweet it was! I'd never met anyone with blood to attractive. It drew me like water would draw a man who'd spent days without a drink.

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