I really need to catch up on writing; this is my last day in my holiday break from school and there is a huge gap in this story in like, TWO chapters time that needs to be filled! I'm so bad at this. Thanks for the reviews and support. You guys make me giddy! Oh, one more thing. I'm from New Zealand and we spell certain things differently to most of you so keep that in mind if you come across anything.

Here's a peek inside Jaspers head. (;

Chapter 3-

JPOV

I sighed in frustration, kicking a stone in my path out of the way.

My entire day had turned to shit from the moment I had woken.

I was ready and out the door by six in, a time long before either of my parents would wake and start yelling at each other again.

It was starting to rain when I reached by battered old Chevy only to find out that it wouldn't start, no matter how I tried to revive it with the little mechanical skills I had learnt in the past few years.

There had been absolutely no way I was going back inside so I had to pull my jacket on and walk around in the rain and find some place to keep me occupied till school started.

Unlike most people, I quite enjoyed school. It was a place I could escape home for most of the day; I was learning things that would one day take me out of this shitty town so I could start a new life. School was also a place I could get rid of my pent up anger. And there was a shit load of anger. Luckily, there was one person I knew would always be up for a good brawl.

Edward Cullen.

He had everything a guy could want. He had the money for expensive clothes and a flashy Volvo, all the teachers praised him as a top student, and all the girls ran after him. But I couldn't give a flying fuck about the last part. I wasn't remotely attracted to any of the girls at school. They were all fake slags who only wanted sex.

But fighting Edward every day kind of helped me stay sane.

I would sneer at him because he had everything I never had and never will have.

I would talk behind his back, because I was jealous of his happy and content family.

I would fight him to release my anger and to be a downer on his day. To make one bad thing interrupt his perfect life.