A/N: This story is rated-M for mature themes.

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to Stephanie Meyer!


~*We Were There*~

Chapter 3

Jasper's P.O.V


7:00AM. It was too early for Alice to be in school, and the only reason why I got here this early to begin with was to avoid a certain someone who saw certain things in a closet yesterday, in the few seconds that it would take me to walk across the busy parking lot.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at what occurred yesterday at lunch time. Abby managed it with giggles, cleaning the mess she had of lip gloss on her lips, and by walking away. Of course, with the her typical, "I'll call you later," as she went.

Carlisle's son handled it by simply mumbling an apology and closing there door, leaving me there half naked.

How am I handling it? By trying to avoid the living shit out of him. Now, it's not that I care what he thinks. It's just that it's awkward. Just that. It's awkward seeing as our dads know each other, which means we'll end up visiting each other's houses. Maybe.

I frowned. I didn't like that at all.

I decided to go to the bathroom that was nearest to the parking lot because I wanted to waste time. I also had to piss. And, of course, the first thing I see is the bronzed haired guy there. In the middle of the bathroom. With his shirt halfway unbuttoned, chest revealed. For a split second, I debated on what I could do. Either turn around and leave, or simply walk in and piss.

I walked in, pretending not to be caught off guard by him being in here, which, one: I was, and two: it's the men's bathroom, of course I could stumble upon him here. So much for getting here early to avoid him in the parking lot.

He laughed awkwardly as, from what I could tell from the corner of my eye, he poured water on toilet paper and dabbed it on his chest lightly. Perhaps an injury or burn from the accident I still don't know the details of.

Despite me not wanting to, I looked anyways.

I saw that he had a tattoo on the center of his chest. I tore my eyes away from him and tried my best to continue my business and not stare.

God, I just want to finish my piss and leave. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye again.

Don't stareー

Don't stareー

Don'tー

"Sorry, mate," came his voice. English accent. Naturally. "They still kinda bother me. Cold water helps."

I shrugged at him as zipped my pants and made my way to the sink, not really wanting to engage in conversation.

"You're the guy from yesterday," he continued, a smirk spread across his face.

"And you're Carlisle's son." He looked at me now. The smirk still there.

He had green eyes.

He nodded and began to button his shirt. "That's what the papers say," he said. Jaw clenched now. "You're Jasper. Carlisle told me about you on our way over here this morning."

I'm definitely caught off guard by this. "Did he now?" The cold water was still running over my hands.

He buttoned his shirt all the way and picked up his messenger bag from the floor; the wet toilet paper still in his hand, making the water drip all over. His hair was longer than what the school allowed, I noticed, and I wondered if they hadn't told him. He lifted one eyebrow as I looked at himーor better yet, just flat out stared. I finally turned off the faucet and cleared my throat, breaking eye contact.

"Anyways," he started towards the door. "I'm Edward."

I was going to greet him to Forks High, and say other nice shit because I know that Alice wanted me to try and make friends. I also knew she wanted to befriend him, because she's concerned and she was the new kid once so she knows how it feels. But the moment I opened my mouth to speak, Edward's smirk was gone. His lips turned into a line. His green eyes dead serious now.

"Jasper," he said, "I'd appreciate it if we don't get involved. At all. You can tell Alice the same. It's annoying."

I've never felt so angry in all my life. Fuck what he thinks of me, if he wants to be involved with me or not; quite frankly, I never wanted to either. But I don't want him to think shit about Alice, or talk shit about her, or even say her name ever again for that matter.

Fuck Edward Cullen and his green eyes and his English accent.

So I followed him out to the school's parking lot. Fuck him for saying that about Alice. My blood was boiling.

I was about to call out his name, but I stopped. Because he just got in Bella Swan's truck and they just... started talking. Bella Swan, the shadow of the school. The girl that only ever talked to Jessica Stanley and that other girl, Angela Weber. Bella, the girl who liked to hide her eyes with her bangs. The girl that had been constantly on the news last year. The girl no one got involve with.

Bella Swan and Edward Cullen. Huh.