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Chapter 2: Apollo

P.O.V. Edward

How could an insignificant girl take me away from those that I loved? I could not possibly believe how intoxicating her scent was.

I could have lost control, right there and then.

But, I saw Alice's face in my mind. My angel kept me from killing that girl and the other children present. She was all that kept me sane, instead of killing everyone to taste that sweet blood. It sang to me.

After encountering her, I had to leave. I had tried to switch out of her class, but Mrs. Cope wouldn't do it.

After school I met my angel and explained it all to her. She understood and let me leave, but only if she could go with me. I readily accepted and now we're at Alaska with the Dinali coven.

I am going back. That girl, nor her sweet scent and blood can hold me back.


P.O.V. Bella

The next day it was better and worse.

It was better because I actually slept some. I felt like I was treading in water instead of drowning in it. It was also better because I met Jasper Hale.

During music class, my teacher introduced me to my music partner. That was, of course, Jasper Hale.

He was playing his guitar softly, but beautifully. He was so concentrated, but that only made him seem more beautiful. He looked like a Greek god, maybe Apollo because of his golden hair.

I was entranced by his inhuman beauty. I let out a sigh when he finished. It was only then that he noticed me. I blushed and downcast my eyes.

"Yes?" he asked in a musical voice.

"Um.. Ms. Clay said to join you as your music partner."

"Oh. Well then, I am Jasper Hale. May I ask who are you?"

"Bella Swan," I responded. I vaguely noticed he did not take out his hand to shake mine.

"So what song are we doing?," I asked after a moment of silence.

"We can do any song you want. Just choose it. Are you willing?," he said. The way he said it was as if he was challenging me, hoping I would be too scared to try. Well, tough luck buddy.

"You're on."

"Okay so do you know a song?"

"Yes."

"Can you demonstrate it?"

"Fine."

I opened my mouth and sang with my soul.


P.O.V. Jasper

I thought the human girl would probably cower away from the challenge. I saw a fierce determination in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes to prove me wrong.

I always thought humans had rather ugly voices compared to vampires, but Bella's voice took me away.

It was so pure, innocent, angelic. I couldn't believe it came out of a simple human because that voice belonged to an angel.

I was captivated by her voice, more than her blood. That was saying something because every single moment I was near a human all I could notice was their sweet blood flowing through their veins and arteries.

Her voice created emotions in me. It created unbearable sadness then created overwhelming happiness. I felt every child in this classroom become silent and awed at that girl.

If I could cry, I would have just at her voice. It was sweet, as sweet as the blood flowing in her veins.

She came to a stop and I clapped. It was all I could do because I was so stunned. My clap was soon joined by others.

Bella blushed scarlet and hid her face with her chocalate brown tresses.

The clapping soon came to an end.

"That was beautiful, Bella," I said softly.

She blushed darker and it took all my will not to attack her then and there. The blush made forget about her talent and focus on her swet blood.

I felt venom forming in my mouth. I struggled within myself to keep still.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I nodded and looked away. I tried not to breath the rest of the period.

I think Bella thought I was back to ignoring her because she just started reading a piece of music. I felt sadness coming from her. I immediatly, instinctively sent her a wave of calmness. Her visibly slumped shoulders became less droopy.

The bell rang and she stood up. She picked up her things and walked out the door as I put my guitar away.

That girl is amazing.


P.O.V. Bella

Jasper did not speak to me after he complimented me. I felt a small twinge of sadness he didn't because I really thought he could be my friend. He was nice enough, and he even treated me like any other person, unlike the others who treated me like a trophy or a favored pet. I hated being treated like that.

I was also curious about him. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I couldn't.

I noticed that the rest of the period he tensed and was holding his breath. Who knows why, but it was odd.

Anyway, the rest of the day was worse. Edward wasn't there. Somehow it made me sad, instead of relieved. I should have been relieved that he wasn't there to send me hate- filled glares, but my love for him overshadowed his behavior.

I was drepressed by the end of the day, but what was worse was that I had to actually participate in gym today.

I noticed Jasper was in this class with me too. I shyly smiled at him. He gave me a small smile in return.

In gym class we were playing volleyball. I caused several injuries during the period.

Afterschool, when the blush was fading away, I walked quickly hoping to avoid Mike, who was taking on dog- like qualities.

I went home and prepared dinner because I've noticed Charlie can't even cook. I also had to shop for food because he none in the house. In the morning I had grabbed money to go to Thriftway.

After I gunned my truck to life and backed carefully out my parking space, I had wait in line to exit. While I waited, I noticed the Hales and Cullen get into their car. It was the new shiny Volvo. I also noticed their clothes were simple, but from designer origins. It seemed excesive that they had looks and money, but life always works that way. It's unfair.

They probably perferred to be isolated. Their beauty could open so many doors, so I hink they decided that.

They looked at my noisy truck as I passed them. I kept my eyes straight ahead and felt relieved when I left the school grounds.

The Triftway wasn't far from the school. It was nice to be inside a supermarket; it felt very normal. Since I did all the shopping at home, I fell into a familiar pattern of the task. I couldn't even hear the rain, so I wasn't reminded where I was.

Once at home, I unloaded the groceries, putting them away wherever they fit. I hoped Charlie wouldn't mind. I wrapped some potatoes in foil and stuck them in the oven to bake, covered a steak in marinade and balanced it on top of a carton of eggs inside th fridge.

I went upstairs, carrying my backbag, once I was done with that. Before I started my homework , I changed into a pair of dry sweats and pulled my damp hair in a ponytail. Then I checked my e-mail.

"Bella, " my mom wrote...

" Write to me as soon as you get in. Tell me how your flight was. Is it raining? I miss you already. I'm almost finished unpacking, but I can't find my pink blouse. Do you know where it is? Phil says hi. Mom" ( pg 33 in paperback)

I sighed and checked the next one. It was sent eight hours after the first.

"Bella," she wrote...

"Why haven't you e-mailed me yet? What are you waiting for? Mom" (pg 33)

The last one was from this morning.

"Isabella,

If I haven't heard from you by 5:00 p.m. today I'm calling Charlie." (pg 34)

I checked the clock. I still had an hour, but my mom was known to jump on the gun.

"Mom,

Calm down. I'm writing right now. Don't do anything rash.

Bella." (pg 34)

I sent that and began again.

"Mom,

Everything is great. Of course it's raining. I was waiting for something to write about. School isn't bad, just a little repetitive. I meat some nice kids who sit by me at lunch.

Your blouse is at the dry cleaners- you were supposed to pick it up Friday.

Charlie bought me a truck, can you believe it? I love it. It's old, but really sturdy, which is good, you know, for me.

I miss you too. I'll write again soon, but I'm not going to check my e-mail every five minutes. Relax, breath. I love you.

Bella" (pg 34)

I then started reading Wuthering Heights, a novel we were studying in English, yet again for the fun of it, and that's what I was doing when Charlie came home.

I hurried downstairs and took the potatoes out of the oven and put the steak in broil.

I talked to Charlie for a while, but stopped when the food was done. I called him when the food was done.

"Smells good, Bells," he said.

"Thanks."

He asked me about school and if I had friends. I told him about Mike and Jessica.

"Dad, do you know the Cullen family?"

"Dr. Cullen's family? Sure, I do. Dr. Cullen is a great man."

"They... the kids... are a little different. They don't seem to fit in."

Charlie looked angry. Then he launched into a speech about how great Dr. Cullen was, how well behaved the kids were, and how they act like a family. That speech was the longest I have ever heard him say. I think he really felt strong about what he thought about them.

"They seem nice to me, Dad. I just noticed they kept to themselves. They are all very attractive," I said.

"You should see the doctor," he said as he laughed. "It's good he is happily married. Many nurses have a hard time concentrating on their work around him."

We went back to silence that rest of the meal. When we finished cleaning up after dinner I went upstairs. to work on my math homework.

That night was quiet. I fell asleep quickly, exhausted.


The rest of the week was very uneventful. I was finally used to the routine of my classes. By Friday, I was able to recognize almost all the students at the school.

Edward wasn't there though.

Jasper and I actually started talking. We learned we had lots of things in common, such as our love for literature, poetry, mythology, and classical music. We were becoming friends quickly. He still treated me like normal girl, instead of the new girl. I really liked him.

I also notice his eyes. Sometimes they were black, other times they were golden. I never said anything about it because maybe they were just contacts.

Then he started asking random questions. They were really random.

Like that one time I was studying a song, he asked me, " Bella, what's your favorite Greek god?"

"Apollo," I said without thinking. I think he would have continued if not for my blush.

"Why?," he asked.

"You remind me of him," I said reluctantly. He cracked up as I glared at him.

"What's you favorite Greek god and why?" I said still glaring.

"Athena because you remind me of her," he said it so innocently in a tone that I suspect was sarcasm. I laughed at him.

"No, really. Why is she you favorite?"

"She reminds me of you. She is wise, strong, and she is smarter than the rest," he said seriously. I blushed and ducked my head. He laughed and I kicked him in the shins. It felt like kicking granite, but it still felt good.

He glared at me and stuck his tongue out at me like a five year old. I started laughing so hard my ribs hurt, but Jasper was still glaring at me. He saw my laughing fit and sighed.

The students started staring at me. I stopped laughing when I noticed this, and blushed instead.

Jasper started snickering at me. I slapped him upside his head and ignored him the rest of the period.

The next question he asked me was more random.

"Do you have a poodle?," he asked another day.

"What?," I asked. I stared at him.

"Do you have a poodle?," he said slowly, as if he telling a small child.

I was trying not to laugh, so I couldn't answer him. I shook my head no. I couldn't take it any longer and laughed. He laughed with me.

Somehow, Jasper always made me forget about my heartbreak everyday. It was as if he could feel it coming from me.

He was my best friend.