A/N: Hello. Third chapter up, obviously. I tried my best to keep the tense the same, but I think there but be some backs and forths between past and present. If you see this and it bothers you greatly, feel free to throw some of that constructive criticism over my way. Also, I'm not too fond of the speed these chapters are going at, you might not either, but Jasper is still kind of dazed from his last dose, so he's not going to pay attention to detail. So think of it like that. It'll get better, don't worry. Questions, comments, concerns? Go ahead and Review or PM me. Enjoy.

Alice insisted on 20 questions. Well, not exactly 20, but however many we could think of to ask until the bell rang. I don't mind so much, even though I hate answering questions. Alice wanted to know a lot because she doesn't know any other Scorpio's. I don't know anything about astrology, but I cooperate, asking and answering.

She had said her birthday was November 5th. My turn.

"Well, err… how old are you?" I ask.

"Promise not to laugh?"

I nod.

"I'm still fifteen. I turn sixteen in a couple weeks."

I smile, because it really isn't a big deal. "You're only two years younger than I am. And, only one year back. Junior, right?"

"Yeah," she sigh. "So, you'll be eighteen this weekend, then? Big deal, very big day for you. You excited?"

I'm scared shitless. I shrug. "Not really. No big deal."

"I would be flipping!" she says, so excited, one would think she was the one turning eighteen. "Getting a credit card, endless shopping, my own apartment to put clothes in –"

Getting kicked out of the house with no place to go.

" – having no curfew, staying out in the city all night. That would be the best." She looked directly into my eyes. I look down. "You shouldn't be bothering with me. You should go celebrate."

I look up, hoping that she doesn't look down at me. She might see my sleeve. "I don't want to make a big deal out of it. It's overwhelming enough. I'd much rather spend the day with you."

I must sound like a stalker or some kind of freak. She smiled.

"That's really sweet, Jasper. Thanks."

"Mhm," I mumble quickly. "It's your turn."

"Oh, right." It's forty six seconds before she finally says, "What's your favorite color?"

I shake my head. "These questions aren't very creative."

"I don't care. Answer the question."

I shake my head again. "I don't have one." That's the truth.

"Really? Why not?"

I shrug. "I like them all equally. I'm not one for favoritism."

"So… no favorite bands or songs, or movies, no favorite candies or food?"

I think about this for a moment. I'm picky, but nothing comes to mind when I think of any of these categories. "Pretty much."

"Huh… interesting." She thinks for a moment. "I like red. I even painted my room red over the weekend before I unpacked." She stops and giggles. "I'm still not unpacked."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Alice immediately stops giggling and looks at me with this odd expression. She bit her lip before saying, "No. What about you?"

I smile, and say, "No, I don't have a boyfriend." She pouted her lips and glared in such a way that I have to laugh. "I don't have a girlfriend, either."

Alice simply shakes her head. "Funny. Right." She looks across the cafeteria, over towards where I know Emmett is sitting with the others. "How long have you known Rose and Ed?"

I clear my throat. "He prefers Edward, actually. And they're kind of… my siblings."

She raises her eyebrows. "Oh. You and Rose are twins?"

I frown. "Not exactly. Carlisle and Esme didn't… well bring me into the world, just into the house."

Alice looks at me for a moment and then cocks her head to the side.

"They took me in when I was fourteen. Rose and Edward are both theirs, sort of," my voice gets quieter the further my sentence goes.

"Sort of?"

"Never mind."

She frowns. "You really know how to elaborate when you talk."

Eh. "Well…" I fidget a bit. I don't like answering personal questions, but I keep getting this urge to tell this girl everything, and I can't stand it. "My parents put me in foster care when I was eleven. Carlisle and Esme brought me in three years later, let me share a room with Edward, who was real sour about it. Both of them were, actually. Rose wasn't getting all her 'deserved' attention, and Edward didn't want an outsider in his room. Carlisle was hesitant about allowing a foster kid in, because they aren't allowed to know the reasons of my being put into foster care. Esme wanted to take me in for karma. They both tried to act nice, and tell Edward and Rose to do the same. Eventually, they warmed up, and Edward is my best friend now." I sigh. "Carlisle and Esme hate me."

I can't look at her after saying this.

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong."

I laugh ruefully. "Yeah, yeah, right. Nothing."

"Why did you go into foster care."

"No, no," I snap too loudly, too fiercely. "Too many questions. You had your turn, alright?" I immediately compose my face when I see her shocked expression. "Sorry."

"It's fine. It's none of my business."

I look down again. When the hell was that damn bell going to ring?

"You can go ahead and ask your question now."

I nod, secretly wanting to both give her a hug and seek vengeance. I go with B. "What kind of problems led you and Emmett here?"

She sighs heavily. "Dad caught him juicing up just before a game. Stupid jock."

"He doing anything else, other than the steroids?"

"That's more than one question."

"Yeah, well, you asked me like five."

I could've sworn the noise she made was a growl.

"Coke. Weed. The usual, I guess."

I nod. The usual?

"I don't know. He's only been into that stuff for a couple months, ever since he met this guy named James in the city somewhere. Dad decided we needed to go to a small town, one without gangs and so much murder. Three more."

I smile, but the bell rings, and I curse under my breath. "We should continue this."

"OK," she says, getting up.

"How's about… some place more private, Friday night?"

She smiles, and I smile back at her. "OK. Where?"

"I can take you to La Push, at the beach. It's really pretty there. You'd like it." Even though Jacob and Quil and all those other guys refuse to talk to me anymore.

"So… is this, like, a date?" she looks hopeful.

Damn it, I shouldn't be dragging this sweet girl into my fucked up life. I'm one sick bastard. "If you want it to be. We can talk details tonight. Pen?"

She reaches into her bag quickly, stepping closer to avoid getting run into by someone in the crowd. She pulls out a pen and, instead of giving it to me, takes my hand and writes down seven digits on my palm.

"That's my cell phone. Call after nine, OK? It's free then."

I nod, staring intensely at the numbers. "Sure, sure." Even though I haven't seen him in over a month, Jacob's words are still coming out of my mouth.

"See you later, Jazz. Don't be late."

Alice skips off with the rest of the students, leaving me sitting there, chuckling, alone. Edward is walking towards me, smiling and blushing, looking down at the floor.

"Sup, man?"

I finally pull my eyes away from my palm. "Nothing man. I just got a number."

Edward grins and places a torn piece of paper in my outstretched hand. Another number.

"Nice job."

Suddenly, Edward looks worried. "You think we can skip last two periods?"

"Why? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Edward shakes his head, knowing exactly what I mean. "I don't got any on me man, I left it at home."

Damn. "Alright. Let's split."

He nods furiously and heads for the door, me at his tail.

I look at the number again.

Sure, sure.

Wow, I'm one sick bastard.