A/N: So my mysterious writers block suddenly disappeared as soon as I saw how many hits I randomly got today, after having no hits for a good week. So I'm posting a new chapter early, and on my other story which you all should read! Anyways, this is two long(for me) Alice and Jaspers POV of the story, and to the best reviewer ill send Rosalie and Emmett's POVs for this chapter.

APOV

Edward opened the door for us. Yet another thing to add to the list of why he bugs me. Hes always opening my doors and carrying my things. I'm a woman, I can take care of myself.

The clumsy brown-haired girl and her mountain of a boyfriend were standing in front of the desk, hands intertwined. In front of them sat an old woman. Well she wasn't old per say A/N:For those of you who don't take latin or are unfamilliar with the word, per say is an actual word meaning something like necessarily more like middle aged, but to a 17 year old like me, anything over 45 is just flat out old. The old hag sat there in the most horrid outfit I'd ever seen. It hurt my eyes to look.

"Alice Cullen and Edward Mason-" I started, clearing out the awkward silence that was forming.

"-Here for 11th grade." Edward cut me off and finished, adding another thing to my mental list. Finishing my sentences. Ugh.

The brown-haired girl almost stopped breathing when she heard my boyfriend's smooth and alluring voice. She clearly was thinking some things she shouldn't have been, considering the fact that she was still holding her boyfriend's hand.

Edward abruptly stepped forwards and held his pale hand out to the girl.

"Edward Mason, nice to meet you. I'm here for the 11th grade, how about you?" He said, confusingly eager to talk to a girl who not only wasn't me, but was clearly drooling after him like all the other girls.

"B-Bella Swan, nice to meet you, I guess were all in the same grade then." She stuttered out, somehow dazzled by Edward's annoyingly present charm.

Her boyfriend pulled her slightly closer to himself, somehow he didn't seem to realize he was doing it. However he had done it nonetheless and the message was clear. Whether they didn't understand it, or just blantantly ignoring it, Edward and Bella just kept on going with their chit-chat. To make sure the message was fully clear, in case they were just stupid, I mimicked the mountain/man's movement. I stepped forwards, and clutched Edward's hand just that little bit tighter.

Let me just get this straight, I don't like like him, but the fact that he would just go off and moon over some other girl while we were dating is completely infuriating. Furthermore, I was confused. He was all mushy gushy with me before in the car, now all of a sudden, I'm chopped liver!

We had an awkward silence between us as slowly Bella and Edward stepped back when they realized the situation. The until now silent lady at the admissions desk poked her head out from the side of Bella's waist and cleared her throat.

"So you all need you're schedules and books, right? Well of course you do, it's your first day and I'm the only one who can give those out, so I guess I'll just find them and print them out for you... What are your names again?" She babbled, clearly because of the presence of the two charming boys standing at her mercy in front of her desk. We each respectively said our own names.

"Alice Cullen" I said.

"Edward Mason" Edward purred, clearly taking advantage of the hag's obvious attraction to him.

"Emmett McCarty" The mountain who apparently has a name said.

"Bella Swan" Said pale-and-clumsy meekly.

The hag, who's name plate was revealed to bear "Ms. Cope", typed all the named into her ancient computer. The hard drive hummed and soon the whirring of the printer started. We all stood in silence as 4 sheets of paper came out, warm with fresh ink. Ms. Cope handed us our respective schedules. We all moved to stand in a line, Bella and Edward in the middle, and Emmett and I on the flanks. Bella and Edward compared their schedules excitedly, once again ignoring Emmett and I. Bella read out her schedule and Edward would respond with whether he had it or not.

"First I have Math." She said.

"Same here." Said Edward.

"Same here." Echoed Emmett.

I seethed silently as I read Latin on my schedule.

"Then Latin" She said.

"Same here." Edward said, even more excited.

"Oh I have Biology..." Emmett said, clearly not liking where this was going, but somehow not as much as I didn't. Clearly there was something I was missing in their relationship but I didn't focus on it as we went down through our schedules. Much to my dismay Edward and Bella had identical schedules. Emmett and I both had some of our classes with them, but not a lot. Thank god, I didn't have any of my classes alone with the hulk... sorry... Emmett.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if I'd have any of my classes with the incredible blond boy I'd seen in the hall. Our eyes had met and a spark went through me.

Edward's hand loosely held mine as we walked down the hall with all eyes on us. Slowly though, all the eyes diverted somewhere behind us. A couple was walking down the hall in the opposite direction of us, from around the area of the admissions office. They passed the hulk, who was at this point carrying the clumsy brunette marriage style, and I saw godzilla tense up for just a moment as his eyes locked with the girl. A faint smile played across her lips, but faded quickly, probably at the sight of a girl in his arms.

The girl was tall and blonde. She wore a fabulous and showy outfit of a low V-neck shirt in a firetruck red. Her legs were amazingly longated by her black miniskirt. Her flowy blond hair surrounded her face and went down to her mid-back. Her every feature was perfect and ice cold like her icy blue eyes. She looked like one of those attention whores used to getting what they want. However she was extremely fashionable, and looked like there was something hidden in her past... It was all in the eyes. The more interesting thing though was the stunning guy next to the ice queen.

He had identical blond hair, cut fashionably, and perfectly unkempt. His straight nose separated his eyes of the same icy shade as his, god-forbid girlfriend. However, instead of looking manipulative and almost scary, they looked calm, and centered. He was clearly reserved, but kind. He must have been receptive to emotions, which would explain why he looked so brooding around someone like the ice queen. He wasn't making a fashion statement with his clothing, but he didn't look half bad. Of course being as handsome as he was, he could never look bad though. Anyways, he wore a black thermal shirt, with the sleeves rolled to his mid-forearm. And what nice mid-forearms they were... He wore navy blue cords, straight leg of course. Okay, he looked amazing. We slowly passed each other and our eyes connected. It was only for a second but it felt as if it could've lasted forever. He was perfect.

Ms. Cope continued babbling about our books and how we'd get them. She only needed to say that our teachers would give us our books but somehow the nervous babble made it much longer. The fact that she was leaning over much more than she was before didn't escape any of our knowledge, because I could tell I wasn't the only one who internally shuddered.

Ms. Cope's creepy lust and Emmett and my annoyance (alright, just my annoyance) drove us out of the office pretty quickly after that and we walked into the hall as a group. I squeezed Edward's hand and whispered goodbye as I walked over to Latin, and left Bella in her creepy love triangle.

JPOV

Rosalie and I walked to the Admissions Office, slightly early. She swayed her hips just that little bit more whenever we were in public. She loved to flaunt what she had. I was very attuned to her at this point and our steps were simultaneous. This brought even more attention to us as we walked to the Admissions Office and I could tell Rosalie was living in it, even basking in it. She opened the cruddy door and didn't even bother to hold it for me. She seemed disappointed when the person running the admissions office was the same middle aged woman as last year and not a hunky guy who would stare at her ass. Covering up her disappointment and slight annoyance (of course, its school.) I dealt with Ms. Cope.

"Hello Ma'am, this is Rosalie Hale and I'm Jasper Whitlock, as you must remember from the past few years. We need our schedules. Would you mind printing them out?" I said, my slight southern accent bringing lust to Ms. Cope's eyes.

"Why yes, of course, hun, I'll get them for you right now! You need your schedule to get around of course, can't do anything without one of them, well you can, but it'd be difficult to get around and know your next class and you'd constantly be late. Quite a pain, yes. So let me pull those up and print them. It may take a second, these computers are awfully slow. They gave us an awful budget cut and so we couldn't afford new computers. Oh well, it'll be started soon enough." she rambled. I kept nodding and smiling while next to me Rosalie just rolled her eyes and waited silently. The computer came to life and she clicked around and finally printed out Rosalie and my schedules. The paper was warm and I resisted the childish urge to press the piece of paper to my cold cheek. I instead settled to let it lightly warm up my hands.

"Thank you Ma'am, have a nice day." I said.

Unlike all the friends and couples we didn't compare our schedules. We weren't that kind of couple. We just walked in silence, which I didn't mind. I loved the silence we had, Rosalie only talked about shallow things like looks and cosmetics. I didn't want to talk to her, no matter how smooth and pretty her voice was. So we walked in silence down the hall, we, again, weren't doing the romantic couple-ish thing to do and hold hands or anything, but we walked with our arms brushing. People got the message. A wide path was spread for us as people backed up to their lockers. Whether it was out of fear of Rosalie, or to watch us, I wasn't sure. It seemed like a mix of both. People stayed silent, not even the gossipy whispers surrounded us. People just stood there in complete silence. As we got further, the eyes weren't solely on us, and I saw another couple walking down the long corridor. We were walking in opposite ways, so I got a long look at the couple.

The guy was tall, about my height, with bronze hair. I didn't pay much attention to his clothing, though he did look nice, but guys don't really check each other out like girls do. Anyways, my attention was diverted by the beautiful girl next to him.

She wasn't awfully tall but I didn't mind, it didn't take away from her beauty at all. She had short black hair cut in an edgy pixie cut. Her body was fully developed with all the curves in the right places. All I could think is, wow, shes really beautiful. Her pale neck and slender shoulders looked beautiful in a black boatneck shirt. The whole shirt was flowy and was probably something like silk. Underneath I imagined her waist would be thin and trim, like the rest of her body. Her perfect figure was also shown off by her skinny jeans. They hugged every inch of her legs, and showed her silhouette beautifully. Her legs were thin and long for her height. Her black flats topped off the look.

To my dismay, her hand was tightly intertwined with the bronze haired guy next to her. She looked lovingly into his eyes. But her eyes then slid to mine when she sensed the even thicker silence. That totally killed my chances with her, because the guy was clearly good looking. I didn't worry about Rosalie, she'd be snatched up in minutes if I left her, and our relationship was too good to be true. When I passed closer to the beautiful pixie girl our eyes locked and I spark went through me. I kept walking and soon we passed each other. I looked at my schedule and saw the word Latin 108, and saw a glimpse of Rosalie's. She had Home Ec. We passed the Home Ec. Room, number 122, and she she gave my hand a little squeeze. With all the eyes on her, she went as far as to give me a little peck on the lips too. I stood shocked for a second, but then walked on to room 108. Eyes were on me, not nearly as many as when I was with Rosalie though.

I had failed to notice the couple I had also passed, because I was looking at my schedule but I later learned they hadn't escaped Rosalie's attention.

I watched the room numbers slowly go down as I strolled through the hall and took a breath as I stopped outside of number 108. I put my hand on the cold handle and pushed down. The handle moved quickly and easily and the door swung open. I took a seat on the side of the 4th row of 6. I pulled out my yellow latin book and took another deep breath and hoped for the best.

A/N: Alright, this is a little bit longer, but I really like their POVs. Sorry I wrote more from Alice's POV but shes just so fun! Also sorry this is more random than usual but I'm tired. I hope you liked it, and please review! It really helps me work faster and better! Also don't forget to check out my other story!