This will be Jasper's POV to let in a little of his life.

By the way, don't you think the song 'she will be loved' by maroon five completely gets this story? I think it does, I need to find some new songs for inspiration, so review and give me some idea songs, yeah? Right, on with the story!

Jasper.

I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs into my pillow.

Deep breaths Jasper, in and out in and out. I commanded myself, taking deep breaths in and out. I switched the light on and checked around my room as it lit up in light. I groaned and fell back against my pillows. Jesus fucking Christ, why does this happen to me every night? It takes the fucking piss.

I sighed and got up, walking around the room, backwards and forwards. I glanced at the clock on my wall, 5.45am it read. No point of getting back to sleep, better get ready for school. I grimaced at the last word. Today was the day I was starting my first day at my new school, Forks High. I was moving from my hometown, Houston, Texas. And now I'm living in the small town Forks to live with my Aunt Gertrude, I know, old name. She's a complete bitch, she only took me in because she got all of the money when my mom died.

I sighed and walked off into the bathroom, tiptoeing to keep Gertrude from waking up. She's a bitch with sleep, I really didn't want to find out what she was like without it. After taking a long shower to wake me up I wrapped a towel around my waist. I got changed into some clothes and checked the clock again. 6.30 it said. An acceptable time to go downstairs I thought, grabbing my school bag and slung it over my shoulder and made my way downstairs. When I got downstairs I dropped my bag on the sofa and switched on the TV. Some second rated news channel was on. I walked into the kitchen which was adjoining onto the living room and dining room.

I pulled open the fridge and got out the food items necessary for my breakfast. After making toast an grabbing my self a very necessary cup of coffee I sat down at the breakfast counter and listened to the news.

"Last month this man was rushed to hospital after being a victim of another gang stabbing attack. He was proclaimed dead today, here's our reporter Janie Williams on the case."

I nearly dropped my coffee mug on the floor.

Dead?

He was dead?

He just can't be dead.

I buried my head and in hands and groaned.

What the fuck had I done? What the fuck had we done?

My food then suddenly seemed disgusting. I scowled at it and chucked my food away. I chucked the plate in the dishwasher and watched the TV more intently. It was still on the same case. A member of the family was crying.

"Here is the mother of Thomas Leak, the descend victim of this terrible drudgery. I'm Janie Williams, Forks News."

I switched the TV off and stared at it. For a long time. Gertrude actually found me staring at it.

"What the fuck you doing boy!? Get out of here you worthless shit!" She screamed and threw my bag at me. I scowled at the ground. obviously not it a good mood today. "God, your parents just had to die and dump you on me." She muttered under her breath as I stomped out the house. I threw my bag in my shitty car and got in. It wasn't anything fancy, but it kind of suited me. I drove to the school, all the time Thomas Leak on my mind.

****

First lessons had been shit. Like the rest of my fucking life.

I walked off after Maths, not bothering to go to the detention I had been given ten minutes into the lesson, and walked straight passed the gym and then slowed down. Cheerleaders. Practising. I smiled. Lets fuck up there routine. I strolled casually into the gym and leant against a wall. The were doing a real complicated routine. There was a blonde one not doing anything, just shouting instructions, I guessed that was the captain.

"Right girls, 5, 6, 7, 8!" She instructed. She sounded exactly like those captains in movies. The girls all moved to her voice like robots. A blonde/brown haired girl fell from the top, everyone stopped what they were doing. Another blonde girl screamed at the one who fell.

"Like OH MY GOD KAREN! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING!?" Karen went bright red. I started clapping loudly. All the cheerleaders head snapped towards me. When they saw me most of them gasped and began ruffling their hair up, attempting to look hot. The captain looked furious.

"WHO ARE YOU!? YOUR NOT MEANT TO BE IN HERE!" She screeched across the hall. Her piercing voice bounced off the walls. Some of the girls winced. I smirked but didn't move. The captain growled and stormed out of the hall. "Practise over girls!" The rest of the girls followed her sharply, glancing at me a few times. I strolled after them, glad I'd fucked there routine up.

****

I spent the rest of lunch out in the fields smoking.

It was art next, one of the lessons I actually liked. Believe it or not, I'm not shit at it like the rest of the rest of lessons I have. I was ten or so minutes late to the lesson, getting lost a bit. I burst into the room, liking to make an entrance. Everyone jumped and the noise. I wore my sigurnatire smirk. The teacher coward in his posture.

", so glad you could join us." He said quietly, and slightly scared. Well, who wouldn't? Given my scars and shit.

"Thought I'd give art a try, first time for everything." I noticed everyone's eyes on us. "So where should I sit then?" The teachers eyes slowly drifted to the back of the room were a petite brunette sat. I walked over and sat down next to her. The girl was frozen, breathing in deep and shaky breaths. What was her problem? After everyone was looking at the front again I noticed her take a small glance at me. Her eyes looked slightly alarmed when she saw my scars, she moved onto the end of her seat. I laughed lightly.

"Jesus. I'm not going to bite, your gonna fall off your seat." I laughed. The girl didn't move closer. "I'm Jasper." I introduced. She still didn't reply, keeping her eyes on her picture. I studied her face. She looked terrified, absolutely terrified. That couldn't be of just me, could it? I'd been really nice to her, nicer than I normally am to people. She was very pretty, this girl. She had dark brown hair in a straight fashion with a little daisy clip, keeping hair out of her face. She made it look more fashionable than childish. She looked really pretty, and I almost never say that. "Cats got your tongue, huh?" I laughed and went back to drawing. I liked her, even thought she hadn't talked to me. She didn't talk on and on and on like almost every other girl on this planet. I drew the picture and thought about the quiet girl who sat next to me.

When the bell went the girl slung her bag that must of cost more than my car, she went really fast and tripped over this girls foot, the girl from the hall. I caught her just as she nearly fell on the ground.

"Watch where your going," I warned, still not letting go of her. She even smelt nice, what was with this girl!? The girl who made her fall looked like one of those fuck ugly dogs. She screamed/growled really loudly, making everyone jump ten metres high.

"just let her FALL!" She shrieked loudly, some people even came back In. "She's a fucking nobody! Just because she's Bella's cousin and she sits with them!" She stomped out of the room, a few people following her. The girl in my arms gasped and broke out of my arms. Why did she run away? What did I do? And then I wondered why this girl was making me feel this way. It made me kind of warm, not so cold. I smiled and walked out to my car. And then I remembered what was on the news and my unusual good mood was dropped instantly.

Sorry I haven't updated in ages. Give me some idea's on what to do next, yeah?;]