A/N: Hello new or returning readers. It is another Wednesday and I give you another chapter. A note though, this is the last of my prewritten chapters so if you have a idea I would be more the excited to incorporate it if possible. Message me or leave a review and I'll see what I can do. Also I know that there is grammar and spelling mistakes. I honestly do try to catch them but if one had fallen through the cracks and it bothers you till no end PM me and I'll go back and edit it. As always if you have a chance I would love to hear how you liked it or any constructive criticism leave me a review. And my love to those who did review PsychoVampireFreak and TrueSkye. They really made my day thank you so much. And to TrueSkye I didn't mean to scare you! :) And you'll be happy to know Jasper is making his appearance.

Chapter 2

Preconceived Notions

As I ran through my new schedule, I went to my classes in order getting each teacher to sig off on it. Compared to my old schedule this wasn't all that great but today it was awesome. Looking over my old schedule I rechecked my classes.

1st. T.A. Dance- Ms. Valentine

2nd. Honors American History- Mr. Malone

3rd. AP Lang and Comp- Mr. Berty

4th. Honors Chemistry- Mr. Banner

Lunch

5th. Algerbra II - Mr. Varner

6th. Dance III - Ms. Valentine

7th. Dance V - Ms. Valentine

Silently, I said goodbye to my classes. More importantly I said goodbye to my easy morning. From here on out I had to actually think in the morning. And Mr. Varner was not a patient man. Unlike Mr. 'that's a personal dilemma' Malone, Mr. Varner has a bit of problem with names and assigned homework on how the class behaved. Lucky me had his worst class. Hopefully first period was better. After making my rounds to my new first and second period classes I walked passed the front office. "Isabella!" My favorite receptionist called. I stilled and stuck my head in.

"Don't you have work to do?"

"Oh hush you," she chidded as I approached her desk. As soon as I was in reach she took my schedule.

"Hey!" I protested but was promptly ignored. She looked over it ever so often adding commentary.

1st. Algerbra II - Mr. Varner, "that's be fun," she mumbled sarcastically.

2nd Honors Chemistry - Mr. Cope, "oh Artie will be happy to have you," like his wife Mr. Cope had been working here since the dawn of time. He was kindly older gentleman, always had a smile and a joke, that most of the time weren't cheesey. When I was little, though, he would always to the trick that would pull money out of my ears. I remember calling him out on it saying it was faking. When he pulled a twenty out of my pony tail my qualms were silenced.

His doting wife assured me, he was a superb teacher. Very smart and he often did experiments that were fun and entertaining. At one time he was a grade school teacher. 'There were a lot less elements of the periodic table back then," she joked, noting but love in her eyes. The only reason he became high school teacher to be closer to his wife. It was to much of a commute. Allegedly, he never lost is inner 'Bill Nye'. So every lesson was spiced with touch of the quirky science guy. As Mrs. Cope gushed I became decidedly more enthusiastic about class. Anything was better then 'overly scientific' Mr. Banner.

3rd AP Lang and Comp - Mr. Berty "he's okay, I guess."

4th Progressive American History - Mr. Amun, "he must be the new teacher," when I saw what she was talking about, I didn't know either. I had never heard of a Mr. Amun. I was also a bit worried why my history class was in the science hall.

Lunch, funny she didn't comment on that.

5th T.A Dance - Ms. Valentine "aww," she whinned, "I won't see you in the morning anymore." I snorted a laugh. She just now figured that out?

"I'll make it a point to see you before my sixith period dance class." She glare playfully at me.

"You better Missy. I know where you live," she emphasiized that point by wagging her finger at me. I smirked and shook my head at her.

"It couldn't be the fact your my neighbor, could it?" She shook her head no. "Oh of course not," talking with the eccentric woman made time fly. Before I knew it the bell was ringing. I just wasn't sure for which class.

"What period is it?" The ginger haired woman started a bit before taking a grander at the solar flower clock. Her face lit up and turned back to me.

"Fourth," she seemed to sit back a bit. I had noticed this position before. Her back bowed, head down and her hands claspped on her lap while her thumbs twiddled about. The elder woman had turned into a little child with just a change of posture. I smiled unable to be irate with her. Plus as much as I liked English, skipping class is always fun. Taking back my schedule I looked at my fourth period.

"Guess I'm off to history...again."

"Have fun dear, tell me if this Mr. Amun is hot" I giggled wrinkling my nose at her.

"Shame, what would Arthur say?" I teased walking out of the office.

"You're not going to tell him, are you?" She called down the hall. I simply laughed and keep walking, "right Isabella?"

"Ah, Isabella, you made it," Benjamin said gesturing into the classroom. It had taken me forever to find this room. The science hall was oddly shaped because at one time it used to be the entire high school. Now, however, it was extremely long and poorly numbered hall. So me looking for room 325 took an astronomical amount of time to find it. It would have been simple if the halls were categorically correct. Battifield high decided to make it difficult. Example: when the hall says 321-340 it really means 319-323, 327-333 and 337-350. And you will never guess where my new history room is. I found it between rooms 313b and 320a. Crazy right? And imagine my surprise when I got there that not only had a taken biology in the once windowless room but I knew the teacher.

"Hey Benjamin" I said uncertain. I looked back out in the hallway. Was I in the right room?

"Don't worry, you're in the right class. This is my solo class," he gestured to the other students in the room beaming with pride. I nodded still not to sure about this. If anything it was a bit awkward. "Come on it," stepping all the way into the room. Sure enough there were students sitting at...lab tables? "Class we have a new student, this is Isabella" It felt like kindergarten all over again. I looked at the group of people and lifted my hand in a slight wave. They might be the people I'll graduate with but I didn't know any of them. Not one.

"Well Isabella, you can take a sit in the back near Jasper. You two will be partners in this class," I followed his tan hand to the back. There was only one seat back there. Simple enough. My heels clicked on the floor as I walked to the table. The seat by window was taken so I took the aisle chair. Pulling back the chair I saw that a backpack was there.

"Pardon me," a deep gravelly voice drawled. My eyes shifted up at the speaker has his large pale hand removed his haversack. The face I came into contact with was one I never wished to see again. I nodded wordlessly taking the seat. Brushing the hair onto my left shoulder I shielded my face from him.

"Alright class we just started the colonies. Don't worry Isabella we're not a head of your last class by much." Benjamin explained smiling at me. Was he the reason I was transferred? "Jasper can fill you in on anything. You don't mind do you Jasper?"

"Not at all, sir," he drawled. It wasn't the first time I had heard a southern accent but never one that thick. Yet, his response was intelligible and Benjamin smiled and began class. I took out my binder flipping to my history section. Happily, I started new notes. Benjamin created power points to help with what was said. As he went on a tangent about what life was like on the settlements, I felt eyes on my skin. Brushing my hair behind my ear, I noticed his steely brown eyes staring at me. I turned and glared at him mouthing 'what?'. He shook his head and looked forward again. Rolling my eyes I tuned back to my notes. Benjamin was answering questions, so I doodled in the margins of the page.

Once again I felt eyes on my. I took a deep breath through my nose. In the middle of my chest sat something and the more he watched me the heavier and more pronounced it became. After what felt like forever my chest had overflowed into that warm feeling. This guy was so infuriating. Setting back against the chair I crossed my arms over my chest. I could see him better now. He is blonde hair cut short like all the army boys. What I'm starting to believe is his usual look, his lips were pulled into a grim line and his eyes fixed into a permanent glower. The man's skin was deathly pale and numerous scars permeated his features. One particular scar traced the right side of his face to the corner of his lip. The abrasion rose slightly pulling his lips into a scowl. He continued to watch me all through class. The light brown irises didn't just look at me but through me, making me self conscious. With every blink I could feel them reach deeper into me. I was nervous that if he analyzed me any further he would know my dark side.

Squirming, I sat up leaning my elbows onto the table. The bell rang finally and I stood up collecting my things. As she had the whole class he still stared. Everyone else in the class was clearing out of the class when I finally confronted him.

"What the hell is your problem?" I seethed. He stood up putting the strap of his haversack over his head and smirked.

"If I have nothing nice to say, I shouldn't say nothing at all," he replied before walking around me out of the door. Standing there staring after him I felt chastened and pissed. I huffed and exited to the classroom heading to lunch.

"If it isn't my favorite customer,"the rugged cadet asked as he leaned over the counter. My usual place to buy lunch was the snack bar. It appeared much more...digestible the the food in the cafeteria, probably a safer bet too. The service, on other hand, left much to be desired. Last year and the year before a girl and a very geeky guy had run it. I'm not sure what unwanted lottery I won but my new cashier was a good looking as he was annoying. Which was very.

"Hello Grunt," I sighed agitatedly, "I'll have-"

"I know a roast beef sandwich and bake potato chips. When are you going to have my phone number?" He groaned. Got a hand it to him, he was pretty hot. In a wild ass country boy sort of way. He had longish dark brown hair and a beard growing from his five o'clock shadow. I gave him as once over as he leaned forward. From what his sleeves allowed I could see his arms were strong. They weren't very built, not my type.

Copying his stance I leaned over the counter. My lips mire inches to his ear I whispered softly, "just get me my food, grunt." True to from the little army brat grunted as I pulled away handing him my money. He looked sorta flushed as he walked back and got my order. Handing me my sandwich and chips, he shook his head.

"You'll be the death of me, woman,"

"Aww don't get my hopes up," I smirked at him and walked back to my table. On the edge of the lunchroom near the windows sat our usual set. Tanya and Ben were sitting, back to the window. His thick arm wrapped around her shoulders, her slouching to accommodate. Facing them, Victoria sat facing the window while little Maggie sat next to her with her knees under her chin. They were talking about something Maggie virtually vibrating in excitement. Mike had his arm around Jess, his hand feeling up her side under her shirt. The girl looking permanently out of place wasJane. She wore her cheer team sweater, fresh with a new all-american patch. Nibbling on her salad, she was listening to Afton and Chelsea argue. She didn't talk much, just watched always looking slightly uncomfortable. Tyler was sitting at the table too. Soothing his discomfort was Demetri and Alec. They were both on the football team and to my surprise had this lunch hour.

"Hey Isabella," Maggie called as she caught sight of me. I smiled and ruffled her hair as I walked passed to my seat next to Tyler. She playfully scowled at me fixing her curls. Sitting down in my chair a large arm came around me waist pulling the chair closer to him. I smiled and leaned over resting the left side of my body against him.

"Feeling better, babe?" He asked against my ear. When I thought about it I was feeling better. A lot calmer, well until ten minutes ago.

"A little," I replied.

"Yeah, don't worry about Masen, she's a bitch," Tanya assured me. Rolling my eyes, I started on my sandwich.

"I heard she's so pissy cause he husband's cheating on her," leave it to Jessica to know that.

"Who the hell would fuck a piano tuner?" Demetri sneered. He has a fair point. Mr. Masen wasn't exactly a catch. Not that his wife was the pick of the pack but that is another conversation entirely. He was a mousey man with a bit of stutter and a nervous twitch. I put my money on the Mrs. for causing it.

"A objectophile with a perchance for forniphilia and human pianos or a discophile with an affinity for piano music." Every head at the table whipped around to stare at Afton. He simply just shrugged as if it was common knowledge.

"Objectophile?" Chelsea asked. Her nickname might be Angel but dating Afton does make one curious. Definitely curious.

"Someone who has a sexual attraction or fascination with an object rather then a person," her boyfriend explained. She looked at him wide eyed.

"How does that-"

"I would rather not discuss the kinky sexual escapades of twitchy Masen," I cut them off.

"Afraid they'll beat out yours, hellcat?" Victoria smirked. I rolled my eyes playfully. My disposition soon changed when I heard Tyler mumble 'yeah right'. I turned and glared at him.

"What?" I elbowed him giving the 'you know what' look. He rubbed his side looking chastened. As if trying to make up, he kissed my temple gently. I moved away from him whilst placing chips into my sandwich. The heat of his breath washed over my neck as he sighed. His hand stroked my shoulder softly. Squishing the chips in my sandwich, I took a bite enjoying the crunch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jess scoff at my lunch. Dusting off the edge of my lips I raised a brow at her. She shrugged her shoulders and began to suck down her shake. Not that she was thrilled about the protein flavored substance. Hater. I stared her down until she looked else where.

"Are you coming back to Ms. Anthedora's?" Maggie asked over her carton of fried rice.

"No," was my answer. "There is no way in hell I'm going back there."

"She misses you. She calls you the best contemporary dancer we've ever had," Victoria smirked. I rolled my eyes. Of course the woman who made my life hell would say that. I'm equivocally certain she's bi polar. A shared look between us, they got their answer. Until Hades has a snow day my ass is going no where near that studio.

"Wish you'd reconsider," Maggie sigh trying to give me her puppy dog eyes. I wasn't buying it.

"Not on her life," was my final answer.

"Oooo...look who's staring at you, Isabella," Jessica sang. I surveyed the area, not seeing anyone. Tyler's arms tightened around me and I heard Maggie's high little gasp. I followed her line of sight over to a table filled with guys. They were horsing around with French first throwing them at each other. There was a guy laughing loudly and a girl going through several bags before she yelled. "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! Where is it?" A younger boy looked scared out of his mind while an older boy looked like he was sleeping. But none of them mattered. The person Jess was referring to was the same scarred man who was staring at me not twenty minutes before. His intense eyes weren't 'come hither' or 'looking good'. This look was like daggers. The saying 'if looks could kill' came to mind. If I had to chose I would much prefer the looks in class. At least those looks didn't make me feel threatened. Better yet, this look made me feel like I was in trouble. Without any effort on my part I felt my body mimicking the position that I had watched Mrs. Cope use.

"Why is he staring at you?" Tyler bristled.

"I don't know..." I trailed, my back bowed even more and looked to the floor. Suddenly I took note of my posture. What the fuck was I doing? Sitting back up straight, I looked at Jasper. I didn't do anything to feel bad about. Even if I did it was none of his concern. "We are partners in history." I reported looking around the table. Nosy as ever, each of them was having a look see at my stalker. "He doesn't like me."

"Why?" Mike asked. If I wasn't mistaken he sounded sort of pissed too.

"Is he mad about..." Maggie trailed before she glanced back at me, whispering "well, you know?" The memory of our first encounter made me all the more irked.

Not even a week ago I had made the acquaintance of one Jasper Whitlock. Last Wednesday after seventh period I stayed behind to finish some of Ms. Valentine's work. As Dance Council secretary I get fun job of filing paperwork. Yippee! Going through name by name I went about putting each students new year packet away. I was up to my ears in packets that hadn't been done correctly. With each empty medical form, unsigned parental consent form, and blank Charms information paper my irritation rose. How hard was it to put your name and age on a line? Seriously come on.

As I put to the side another unfinished packet I heard crying. I stopped moving a sufficient amount of time to listen for it again. Sure enough the small sob rang out again. I stood up from the mountain of papers and made my way to the dressing room. Some of the locker doors were open showcasing the decorations on the doors. Several duffles and dance shoes were scattered all over the floor from seventh period. A particular pair of pink Converses that took my attention. This being due to that fact they were still moving. I walked over to the wiggling pink and white shoes. The sniffling grew louder as I grew closer. Soon I stood in front of a mop of fiery red hair. I kneeled down and was met with the blotchy equally red face of Maggie.

"What are you doing here? Why are you crying?" I lift her chin and looked into her eyes. Whipping some of the tears from her face I tried to get her to calm down best I could. I wasn't the 'shoulder to cry on' kind but I had know Maggie since she was in diapers. I had to do something. After few choked cries she relaxed. Though tears continued to fall she was calm enough to speak. Kinda.

"I went to try out for the drill team," she panted before hiccuping. "And they were yelling and the Major said I won't be good at anything b-but dancing. Then that I wasn't g-g...good at that since they kicked me out but..." This set her into a new fit of crying. The irritation that I got from filing rolled over to this dumb ass ROTC military wanna be. Who they hell does he think he is? He made Maggie cry. The girl was in a permanent state of bliss. How the fuck do you bring her down? I have the right to give him a piece of my mind. You know what...

Standing up from Maggie I grabbed her arm. she stumbled along behind me as I stormed out of the dance room. When we reached the gym doors Maggie stopped sobbing, allowing her to speak. "Where are we going?"

"To straighten out the troops," was all I said dragging her to where I know the JROTC room is. All the way Maggie begged me not to say anything. My hand gripped the door when she tried pulling me away.

"Please don't do this," with ease I pulled away.

"Maggie," I seethed softly visibly frightening her. "Did that asshole make you cry?" She seemed to hesitate before nodding, tears still in her eyes. Getting my answer I yanked the door open walking in. There was a group of guys sitting around on desk, laughing. When the door slammed shut behind me I caught the attention of the lot of them. "Which one of you is Major Douchebag?"

The guy that usually runs the snack bar snickers before point to the far side of the room. Standing there as is he owned God's green earth was 'The Major'. He stood holding a black rifle over his shoulder. I stalked up to him and let out all the anger I had.

"So you're Mister high and mighty?" I sneered crossing my arms over my chest. He leaned against the desk copying my stance.

"Yes ma'am," his cavalier attitude was beginning to piss me off.

"Then tell me who the hell died and made you king of everything?" He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him short. "I don't know where the fuck you get off but making a girl cry makes you a pansy ass if ever I saw one." His face hardened incredibly quick. "You might never have heard this but if you have nothing nice to say, then do your dumb ass a favor and don't say shit!" In some twisted therapeutic way I did feel better.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, see that girl out there," I nodded toward the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a whip of red hair move out of sight. I rolled my eyes at her before returning to the Major. "I better hear that you gave her an apology. And none of that sissy shit, I mean a right and proper apology she deserves! Do I make myself clear Major?"

His features remained fixed in an expression that didn't convey anything. He gave me a stiff nod. To me that was fine but my mouth didn't agree.

"I can't hear you Major. Or are you much of a wuss to give me your word?" I could hear his teeth grind as he clenched his jaw. He was silent for a while. The silence gave my words flight once more, "I'm waiting."

"Yes ma'am,"

"Now that's better," I cooed patronizingly. I stared him down before turning my back and walking out of the room. Maggie was waiting outside of the door gazing upon me in awe.

"I can't believe you did that," she whispered. I once again rolled my eyes at the girl. The red head was acting as if I stole fire from the gods. Honestly, that man was no one important.

"I'm not gonna let a man talk to you like that. And neither should you," she nodded and we walked back to the dance room.

The next day Maggie told me he did apologise to her. But today seemed to be some sort of karma. Screw Eric this was bad karma. He isn't getting that gift card. As the Major glared at me I wanted to flip him off. It probably wasn't a good idea. He was already angry at me, let's not had salt to the wound. In essence he did deserve it. No man makes a woman cry. Well unless you are Scarlett O'Hara. If a man made that girl cry more often Gone with the Wind wouldn't have been four hours long.

"No, Maggie. I don't think he is still angry," I assured her. She calmed. But if I were being truthful I would have told her the truth. If I were him I would still be mad. Looking at him now, I can confirm that he is still angry, for sure.

"Isn't that the convict the Whitlock's adopted?" For once I actually paid attention to the gossip spewing from Jess' mouth.

"Convict?" I questioned.

"Yeah Bella everyone knows," Alec teased. I glared at him before correct him.

"My name is Isabella and no I didn't know. Care to explain?" My tone was perhaps a little to harsh but I got my point across.

"In freshmen year, Daniel Hale moved here. I heard he had to change his name to Jasper cause he is running away from the police."

"If he was adopted the police know where he is," Ben told Jessica plainly. Jess payed him no mind and continued with her story.

"When he was ten he killed both of his parents," a gasp around the table was even share by me. At this moment I was thinking pissing him off was probably not a good idea Maggie seemed to share the sentiment.

"He killed them?" The little red haired gasped loudly. Victoria covered her mouth looking around. A few other tables were looking at us. Jasper still staring didn't take note of her outburst.

"Yeah, he like bludgeoned them to death with a baseball bat or something. They were still sleeping," Jess added as if it were some scary story.

"How did you know this?" I asked trying be calm. My words weren't shaky but my body started to. I leaned into Tyler trying to shield myself from the everlasting stare from the other side of the room.

"I heard it from my mom," she shrugged. She freaking shrugged! as if it was no big deal. I cussed out a deranged killer not even a week ago. I could be on some creepy ass hit list and she is shrugging as if It is no bit deal. What's gonna happen is she is going to pussy foot around and I'm gonna end up dead. Game fucking over. Good night, the big dirt nap, the eternal sleep. Great...

"So your mom is an authority on this?" said a rather irate Tyler. Not that I could be sure what he was annoyed with. Secretly I like to think he was protecting my honor. In reality, he didn't care for gossip. With his distaste of gossip followed his distaste of Jess.

"She heard it from, Mrs. Mallory who heard it from Mrs. Malone who got it from Mrs. Cruz when a social worker checked up on him." I rolled my eyes. Out of that long story I still wasn't sure if it was the truth. Was I the only one who thought that murder was nothing to play around with? I'm gonna end up dead fucking around with her.

"So is he or isn't he a murder?" I asked curtly. My clipped tone did not go unnoticed.

"Oh he definitely is," Jess said. I'm sure all the color drain from my face. A cold clammy sensation ran through my body. This realization of this hit me like cold water. This was like going up to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre House and asking for a dinner invite

"He doesn't seem so tough," Newt said like the stupid asshole he was.

"Neither did Ted Bundy," I mumbled.

"Ted Bundy?" Alec asked. Giving him the 'are you serious' look, I found he really didn't know who Ted Bundy was. Typical.

"He killed an assortment of women that resembled his ex-girlfriend," I said as if it were obvious. Apparently not. This statement brought about a row of wide eyes. Well, all with the exception of Jane, she seemed unfazed by this and continued to eat her food. Contrary to the little blonde's quiescent air, Maggie freaked the fuck out.

"What!" She shouted before Victoria could stop it. Pushing her sisters pale arms away she continued to yell, "he's gonna kill you! Then he is gonna off me and Victoria and then Jessica!" The rowdiness of the table filled with ROTC boys settled to listen in.

"Maggie, shut the hell up," I warned.

"Yeah don't give him ideas," spoke Chelsea who seemed about ready to piss herself as well.

"Why would he kill me?" Our resident gossiped said. She had the nerve to seem personally affronted.

"Cause you and Isabella have the same color hair," Demetri smirked. That sick mother fucker.

"No she dyes hers," everyone looked over at me.

"Do you?" Ben asked. I felt my hair move on my right side. The hand touching my hair got slapped. My new victim was Alec and he cradled his hand to his chest.

"Don't fucking touch my hair," he nodded like a chastened child. Everyone at the table was waiting for an answer, they weren't getting one.

"So anyway, if anyone is dying at this table it's Jess,"

"Why am I going first,"

"Rule of horror movies," Ben started then held up his fingers to count down. "Whores, go first," Jessica said something but was ignored. "Then the guy she slept with," all eyes went to Mike, who smiled. Douchebag. "The the jock," I wasn't sure if he was referring to himself or Tyler and company. "Next would be the pretty prude," I busted our laughing.

"What?" Tanya sounded pretty pissed.

"Wow Vicky never stood a chance," I giggled.

"Ouch, shit woman," Mike cried, only causing me to laugh harder. Victoria blushed looking down at her empty plate.

"Anyway..." drawled Ben. "Next to go is the roughneck or strong man, Not that we have one of those."

"Hey!" Afton had the audacity to say.

"The hell you are,"

"Then we have, the angsty rebel." I smirked when everybody looked at me.

"I thought I was the party girl?"

"Hell no, you would try and save us all only to die,"

"Nice, I get to be the hero," I replied dryly. This would have made my day, if I wasn't going to die. Or if I in fact tried to save anyone, which if Jason was after me would probably be a no.

"Who would be the person to live?" Maggie asked still a bit shaken.

"You or Chelsea, the children and the helpless virgins always live."

"What about me?" Afton asked almost wounded.

"You'd be the smart guy we needed but didn't show up."

"See baby, you're the smart one," Chelsea tried to brighten her boyfriend's mood. I'm glad he was helped. Despite his comfort, I remained worried. All this talk of horror movie suvivors reminded me that I pissed off a convicted killer. Without turning my head I looked at the felon. He wasn't looking at me anymore. Instead, he was talking to the table. Who, in return, was staring at me. My food became unappetizing as I thought of him. He looked like he had killed someone, many people. Scarred and always unhappy looking were to primary signs of a killer. All he needed was his mother's body at home and to complete his point card. Something was bother me though.

"Jess," she didn't appear to be pleased at my disruption of her flirting.

"Yeah?" Brushing off her tone I asked her, "If he was convicted, why did they let him out?"

Here is where reality meets fantasy. Most of Jessica's rumor's aren't based in fact. What she hears from the great vine is often misinterupated. Federicksburg's rumor mill is like playing a bad game of telephone. Only two out of three rumors were based in fact, only one out of three were actually correct. Jessica only heard what her mother, the happy homemaker, told her. That woman would get on the phone and tell everyone she knew what she found out. Whether it was accurate or not. At the moment I would like to check the validity of this. If I was going to be afraid for my life I would like the facts.

"He got off pleading self defense," was the answer she gave before returning to Newt's riveting conversation. Why was she calm about this?

"I'm sorry Isabella," Maggie lamented, "I'll make sure you have the prettiest grave on boothill."

"Thank you, Maggie. You're condolescents warm my heart," note the sarcasm. I could feel eyes on me once more. I knew it was him. Something stirred in my telling me he was watching. From the curtain of my hair covering my right shoulder I could see him looking at me. No different from a few minutes ago, a scowl still owned his features. Tyler's arm tighten around me again pulling my chair close to his. When our sides were firmly pressed against one another he whispered something in my ear. "I don't like him looking at you," he all but growled.

"Do I look thrilled about it?" I asked him dryly. Glancing up at him he returned my look of frustration. Tyler looked over my head at Jasper once more. After five minutes of some sort of pissing contest from afar he regarded me once more. By the feeling on the back of my neck I can tell who lost.

"He needs to watch himself," my strong jock on a boyfriend sulked. No matter how he might appear to be displeased about the situation, it didn't look like he was gonna do anything. Hell, he wasn't even gonna defend my honor. Golly gee Tyler, you're my hero! I thought acrimoniously. Rolling my eyes I looked down to my uneaten lunch. That was a waste of 3.50. Wrapping my sandwich up, I decided I'd save it for later. I listened as Victoria and Chelsea spoke about council things. Tanya was going to throw a Victory party for the game on friday. As much as I loved Tanya's parties, the football team were not the best party goers. They would often get drunk and dare each other to do shit. Didn't help that I would participate. It wouldn't be so bad if they knew when to stop. No one minds drunk dialing or dancing but it stops short of streaking and public sex. Tyler didn't share the mindset.

By the time the bell rang he, Demetri and Alec had planned to tell the team. He wrapped his arm around me ready to take me to class. I informed him of my new schedule. That threw him off.

"Sorry Baby, I can't, Mr. Cameron would kill me if I got there late," he said. He did seem sorta sorry. I placed a smile on my face and nodded. I wanted to sass him but the feeling of being watched stopped me from doing so. Looking over my shoulder I saw him walk by. Or rather meander in the hall, he had long legs, he could walk faster then that. Tried of him watching me I gave him something to look at. Standing on my tips toes I wrapped my arm around Tyler's neck kissing him passionately. Pulling my body flush against him he deepened the kiss. The eyes on my back disappeared and I pulled away from Tyler smiling.

"See you after dance," I said over my shoulder as I made my way to the gym. Not sure (and not caring) where my stalker went I made my way to dance. Now that I think it over I should have been more aware of him. If I were, in the long run, I wouldn't be in trouble so often.