I sadly :( do not own twilight or any of its characters…Stephanie meyers owns it all.
Chapter 2
"I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here And it makes no sense at all" Paramore-crush crush crush.
"hello." He stood perfectly in front of me…what the fuck am I going to say??...
"Umm…hi." I forced a smile; I looked like a total idiot. He smiled, his smile was slanted lightly.
"I'm jasper." I nodded and stared…act cool.
"I know who you are." He stared at me, oh god I sounded like a stalker.
"well who are you then, or shouldn't I ask?"
"I'm Alex, and I'm not a stalker…just," I stuttered. "Just to make that clear" I smiled stupidly again.
"I guess that is nice to know, no chance of you watching me at night then." I looked passed his shoulder, his brother was glaring at me…Ed…Ed…Edward I think his name was.
"no, but they may be a chance of me being eaten alive." He stared at me shocked, his eyes going darker like a black; instead of the warm golden colour. "It's just your brother looks annoyed with either me or you." He seemed to look happier after that. There was a silence, in the corner of my eye I saw Edward turn away from us.
"Just ignore him. Edward has been a bit on the moody side today." He smiled; I nearly melted in the sight of it. "So you're new here??" I nodded, unable to speak due to the effects of his beauty. "What made you move all the way over here??"
"Well my mum died so I moved to live with the only family I had, my dad" his hand seemed to move slightly but then returned to its original place.
"I'm sorry, how did she die??" I shrugged and sat miserably on the floor. The subject of my mum was hard for me, we were very close. I had to watch her die before me, screaming blood everywhere. The face I remember most was his face, the hunger in his eyes. The blood stained gingery hair. The worst day I will ever encounter.
"She was killed, they're still search for the killer" After a moment of silence, he silently sat next to me.
"I hope they find who ever did it." I look to his face, he look as if he was in a lot of pain. I had depressed him probably.
"Same…so what do you have next?" he seemed to stares into some unknown place for a while.
"Biology." He turned and smiled at me, I could still see the pain in his eyes.
"Same." He laughed, oh god he had the cutest laugh I have ever heard.
"You should sit next to me, I wouldn't mind." I nodded, it took a lot not to scream and do a happy dance.
"If you think I should I will" I think that was more cool then the happy dance I had in mind. He gave me that breathtaking smile again. He stood up, looking quite proud of himself.
"I think you should" He slowly put his hand out to me, he was bracing himself for something, rejection maybe?
"If you say so." I reached out to take his hand, as our hands met everything stopped. His ice cold skin froze me and the world around. As our eyes met he slowly pulled me up; I noticed he wasn't breathing but he seemed fine.
"your very cold." He still had hold of my hand but his eyes avoided mine.
"It must be the weather." I smiled and nodded. I started to stare at our hands, they were still together. He reluctantly let go and started to walk toward the door. He turned quickly to face me. "Are you not coming?"
"Yeah, sorry." I shuffled quickly to his side, longing to be closer to him. I followed silently. I know I had just met him, but I feel as if we are connected somehow. I think I'm already falling in love. Either that or I'm just over reacting to his amazing beauty like some crazed fan.
"You are being very quiet, are you okay?" I smiles at him, to reassure him I was okay. He eyes seemed to be darkening ever so slightly.
"I'm very good, I was just thinking about stuff." I noticed people giving us quick glances as we walked through the halls of the school. I avoided any contact with every one except Jasper. I wasn't obsessed by him that I only wanted to him, I'm just shy and I didn't know these people.
Well that took a while. To write :/ just didn't have time. But hey I finished this chapter at last :) hope you like it and that.
