Don't worry, I plan to make Bella and Alice best friends like they should be, but for now Bella is pissed off and all will be revealed soon, as to why. But for now, enjoy a side of Bella we rarely see, especially towards Alice. It's long again and I'm excited, read and review tell me what you're thinking.
Peace
Alice's directionally challenged mind seemed to find itself that morning, and she was able to locate the classroom, and was inside with a whole hoard of time to spare. She glanced at the seating chart that was taped upside down to the desk that no doubt belonged to the teacher. Finding one seat available, it took her a moment to be able to find the seat in the room versus the upside down aerial view.
But once Alice had it in her sights, she dropped her bag down, she let herself fall into the seat and resting her arms on top of the joined desk, and resting her head on her arms.
Not your ideal first day Ali. She thought woefully, but was thankful for the ability to keep the tears she felt pricking her eyes from falling over, and she was all set and ready to continue the pity party if someone had not been entering the room.
All she could see for a moment, as she peeked above her arms, was bronze hair, because his eyes were trained to something in his hands, a cell phone from the looks of it, Alice said nothing until she let out a breatho f relief as it had not been Jasper, his head snapped up at the sound of it, eyes meeting hers. For one confused and unbearable moment, she thought for sure she was looking at Jasper, the irises like millions of emeralds and all focused on her. The thought made her blush, and look away.
But this bed-headed boy was not Jasper, there was no way. Risking another look at him she found the spot she had left him in empty, and the chair next to her scraping as it was drug across the floor, and then jeans and a dark tee shirt passed her gaze until she found herself again swept up in these eyes.
"Hello," He said quietly, a slight southern tinge to his voice that if you were to reach out and take the air surrounding his words and rub it against your skin, it would feel like velvet, "I'm Edward Cullen."
Now she recalled Charlie telling her that Jasper had a brother, who had yet to get himself into much trouble, but he thought it was inevitable with Jasper for a big brother.
"Alice," She said, taking his hand, which she found was cooler than hers, and she was sure it was softer too, "Alice Brandon." She managed to choke out, while staring at his eyes. Taking the time to look at him carefully now, she could begin to recognize the similarities. The eyes for one, she was sure one of their parents had to have the same eyes, they were both pale, but everyone in Forks was pale she had decided. They were both handsome, no one could deny that.
After a moment she realized she had glazed over, and was now blatently checking him out, and the thought made her blush. But he only smiled, and folded his hands on the desk, angling himself towards her, "You are Cheif Swan's daughter? Bella's sister?"
For a brief second she thoght she could escape that, but she had been wrong, "Oh--yes." She said sounding slightly defeated, and he looked puzzled at her sudden change in demenor.
"So what made you move to Forks?"
She couldn't help but stare bewildered at him for a moment, he did just acknowledge that she was the chief's kid and he had to have known what happened? Yet he was still talking to her, "It's a long story." She said quietly.
"Well we have plenty of time." He said pointing to the clock, she had thirty minutes. Could she really sum up what had happened in thirty minutes? Did she even want to tell him what had happened?
"I lived in Alaska all my life, but this was kind of a snap decision," She started, and tried to think of which parts she could leave out, and have him never know the difference, "George, that's my step dad, stepped in almost since birth because my mom didn't want Charlie to have too. Before moving here I had only met Charlie two other times in my life. Once at my birth, but I obviously don't remember that, and he showed up the day I turned sixteen. The only other time I ever saw him was in the pictures he would send at Christmas, of him and Bella, and sometimes Renee. They didn't know about me, no one did. I don't know what he would have told her had she found the school pictures my mom would send him."
She had decided that Edward was a good listener, he perked up at the right times, and nodded occasionally, but not to the point where it made you think he wasn't listening, and he seemed to have a genuine interest about her life shining in his eyes, brighter then the emeralds. Before she knew it, their half hour had been reduced to mere minutes as she gave her life's story over to him, conveniently being able to leave out one main component, "That was the way it was up until last year... when I decided I wanted to get to know my...Charlie."
Alice rushed out the last few words, changing it because it felt to weird to refer to Charlie as dad, like she was betraying George. Even though she had never called George dad, he had never insisted she did, but she still thought of him as her father, Charlie was the uncle you never see except at Christmas, you know, the one who always ruins it somehow, after he has had a few too many cups of the eggnog he spiked.
She was too busy with her internal assessment of Charlie to take in Edward's expression of confusion, he was still stuck on her last sentence, having gone into great detail before, her rushed answer was unsettling, "Just like that?"
The brought Alice from her thoughts, and she took a moment before realizing he was talking about her moving down, "Just like that," She confirmed, "I mean I'm going to be going off to college at the end of the semester and I will barely have to time see my mom or George, and I wanted to know Charlie before life got so hectic that I will wake up one day, and realize that I never gave myself the chance too."
Three lies. She scolded herself, and tried to ignore the tinge of pride at how quickly, and elaborately that one had come to her.
Edward nodded, but remained unconvinced, no one gives a person that kind of lead in, and then doesn't follow through, the bell rang, and their teacher, Mr. Brandish according to her itinerary, hurried in just before the teenagers filed inside in long streams. Alice looked frantically, but saw no sign of Jasper, and only when the door was closed by the last entering student did she let her breath out, and stand moving to the desk, handing over her registration.
"Ah, yes Ms. Swan," He paused, and let his mouth for an 'o' before he managed to gain composure, "I see you have already found the available seat," She said, glancing at Edward who had watched her go to the desk, "So if you can return to it we can start. Oh and welcome to Forks."
"Thank you." Alice returned the desk she and Edward's desk, which sat second from the back on the right hand side, and sat down.
All she did was watch the clock, wondering how many more hours she was sit her, feeling every eye in the room looking at her, and she assumed the Mr. Brandish was only facing the board for virtually the entire lecture, so that he could focus and teach to students who weren't listening.
As the last few minutes ticked away, Edward leaned over to her. He smelled faintly of Jasper, it made he head spin and miss his question, "What?"
He laughed lightly, and leaned closer, only bringing Jasper's scent nearer to her, but she did her best to ignore it, "I said you should come to the baseball game later."
"What baseball game?"
"There is one tonight, and I'm going, and my friend Emmett and his girlfriend Rosalie are all going to cheer him on." He whispered, throwing glances to the front of the class, apparently he didn't realize that Mr. Brandish wasn't going to turn around.
"Who?"
"If you say where, when and why--"
Alice smiled, "No, who are you cheering on?"
"Oh, sorry. My brother Jasper on the team."
She would deny it if ever someone asked, but at the mention of his name, she could feel the beginnings of her breath hitching, but she refrained, "Tonight?" She asked involuntarily, it had to have been, because there was no way she was going.
"It's at 6:00, we can pick you up if you need it."
She couldn't go, didn't she tell Angela she couldn't go see a movie tonight?
But that didn't involve Jasper. A small voice spoke in a tone of demanding respect, which was an odd combination.
It doesn't matter, Alice's regular voice told herself, I'm not going to go.
You don't have to talk to him, just think of Jaz in those tight baseball shorts. The voice said back.
The image flashed across her mind, and she almost groaned, "I would love to go." She had meant to say this and then add "but I can't". Only she didn't, those five words left her mouth with ease, before it felt like the little respect demon jumped from her brain to her mouth and clamped her lips shut.
"Great," The bell sounding kind of swallowed his words, but she still got the gist, "We'll be there to pick you up around 5:45." He waved to her, and left the classroom winding his way through the crowds of students with what looked like ease.
She was a masochist.
So when it comes to Jasper in those baseball pants I cannot help myself, I do mean that literally. The moment I discovered this idea lurking in the corners of my head, I knew he was going to be in them, somehow and someway and already have that chapter stashed away for you guys. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter you have now, read and review telling me what you think.
