Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I was on a trip last week and when I got back I was tired. Also my friend got me reading a really good fan fiction about Fred Weasley and Luna Lovegood called: Of Pranks and Nargles. It's worth a read.

Also I have a poll on my profile called Edward's new love? I don't like Bella so I want him to end up with someone else. Vote for your favorite!

P.S. again sorry for taking so long, and happy – late – Canada day!

P.S. – again – this is my longest chapter yet!

Chapter 3: Rude and Confused

English was bad but Spanish was worse, if that's even possible. When I had gotten there, Mr. Barker my Spanish teacher had felt the need to explain to the class why I was there. So after a short explanation of how I took a summer class to skip a level he let me go to my seat, which was placed directly in the middle of the class room. I had awed, confused and blank stares coming at me from every direction for the rest of the hour.

After class I had a free period, so I spent it trying to memorising the route to and from classes. Passing one of the windows of building "2", I noticed the two guys from earlier inside.

In the parking lot I could tell that they were good looking, but in a room surrounded by other students they looked like Gods. With their perfect complexion and great body and posture compared to their awkward, acne covered piers.

But looking at the two I personally thought the blond one was much better looking than the brown haired one. I noticed he had the same pain filled face, which caused the same feelings of need to protect him to fill me once again.

As if feeling my stares once again he turned to the window with a scowl, which quickly turned to a glare when he met my gaze. Fear and embarrassment washed over me and I scurried my way away from the window.

School wasn't going as well as I hoped. Maybe I shouldn't have moved down here. One good thing that I did discover was fourth period Art with Miss. Foster.

She was a shorter, rounded middle aged woman with long curly dark hair. She had soft gentle features and a welcoming smile. She hadn't done anything special or magnificent, just made us copy down notes for our next section-photography. But she hadn't singled me or called everyone's attention to me, just treated me like everyone else. You could tell by the way she spoke and explained things to us she had a true passion for what she did.

I had found a favorite class and teacher, and was starting to like the school- just a little. At the end of class I met a girl named Angela, who was shorter with long brown hair. She was slightly shy but just has sweet and offered to sit with her and her friends. We walked in comfortable silences, which was lost when we got to the table an everyone became interested in asking me questions. I kept most of my answers short and simple, and the questions soon stopped.

I sat beside Angela and a boy named Ben who went into a long explanation of the plot line of his comic book when I asked him what he was reading.

I noticed Isabella - Bella – was sitting on the other side of Angela with another girl and was staring at a table across the cafeteria. Looking in the same direction I notice the tree people from the parking lot, plus two others.

The first was a smaller girl that was thin and pixie-like, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

The other one was lanky, less bulky, than the other two guys. He had untidy, bronze-colored and seemed younger than the others.

Suddenly the small pixie-like girl got up and walked-no danced-away from the table with a tray of untouched food and out of the cafeteria. As if she regained function of her mouth Bella turned to her friend.

"Who arethey?" she asked in awe.

Her friend looked over to see who she meant, when the bronze hair looked over as if someone had called his name. He caught the girls' eye, and then Bella's and quickly looked away. Both girls blushed and looked down at the table. Ugh. Giggling and blushing from one look from a cute guy. Way to represent women. Insert sarcasm.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath in a giggle.

They were all older names not usually found nowadays, like something your grandparents would be called. I wonder which one was the honey-blond boy. The bronze-haired boy was now ripping parts of a bagel and moving his lips, not like he was eating but talking very lowly.

Suddenly the one who was ripping apart his bagel turned his stare to me. His brows pinched together in concentration, then turned back to his family.

"They are . . . very nice-looking" Bella stated.

"Yes!" her friend giggled again. "They're together though - Emmett and Rosalie, I mean. We thought Jasper and Alice was a thing but they never showed anything but a brother sister connection. But I mean they live together." Her voice held shock and an underlying disgust.

For me, this new wasn't strange or shocking. Growing up in an orphanage you weren't related to anyone so it was normal to have a couple or two in the house. Instead of the obvious disgust Bella's friend held, I felt pity for them, because they were looked at in a different way, just because they were with the person they care about.

"Which ones are the Cullen's?" Bella asked. "They don't look related . . . ."

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins – the blondes – and they're foster children." she explained.

So his name was Jasper? It scared me how much I liked it.

"They look a little old for foster children"

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."

"That's really kind of nice – for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything" Bella added.

"I guess so," her friend admitted with a shrug. Probably jealous of the family I thought. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added.

I felt anger shot down my spine. How dare she say that! Just because she's jealous doesn't mean she can say stuff like that. And even if it's true, she shouldn't be gossiping about it! It's none of her business. How can she act like such a snobby bitc- ?

"Are you ok Alana?" I heard Angela say from my side.

Turning my glare away from the girl, I look to Angela with a tight smile and nod.

"Ya, I'm just going to go to my next class" I grounded out.

"But you've barely eaten" she said pointing to my barely touched food.

"Not hungry." I answered leaving the table before she could say something else.

From the corner of my eye I could see the Cullen table and a perfect view of the blond boy's face. Jasper, as I now know him who was gripping the table tightly and had yet another confused look on his face. Was he always this confused or do I just look at him when he thinks of something confusing? Well whatever the reason is it's none of my business.

Walking throw the empty hallways, I make my way towards my next class, twelfth grade History. It's one of my favorite subjects; I mean all these amazing events or things people did in the past that still affect us now? Who wouldn't want to learn about that?

Ok, maybe not everyone, but I enjoy it.

The class room had three rows of tables with two seats at each. The only other objects in the room were the teacher's desk, the board and the history books place on each spot. After getting the teacher to sign my paper, I sit at my assigned seat at the very back and watched the slow trickle of student enter the class.

I was so dazed out in my own thoughts I didn't notice someone sit beside me in tell the chair scraped against the tile floor, waking me from my thoughts.

Looking up I find myself staring into a pair of cold black eyes. Not expecting to meet such a cold look, a wave of fear rushes trough me and after noticing the honey-blond hair and pale complexion that accompanied the eyes, my fear only increases. He stood there stiff as a board, an emotionless expression masking his face, and gave me only a curt nod in greeting before taking his seat. Right. Next. To. Me.

Taking his hit that he didn't want to talk, I sifted myself so my back was towards him and flipped my hair to cover my face. From the corner of my eye and through my hair I could see his whole body go rigged and his face contort in to an emotion I couldn't describe.

Jasper's POV.

During lunch a few of my questions were answered but sadly so many more were created as well.

I had discovered that both girls were Junior's, and the girl I saw this morning was Alana Willowby, so the other one was Isabella Swan. But those are things everyone knew.

Isabella Swan is the town chief's daughter who used to live with her mother in Phoenix. They had apparently gotten divorced when she was younger child. My first impression of her was that she was very quiet and shy and didn't like the attention very much. Well that was what her emotions said anyway.

Alana Willowby on the other hand was more of a mystery. No one really knew who she was, only that she was from Vancouver and she was here alone. No family, no friends, no nothing, completely alone. She wasn't as shy as Isabella, but she was slightly uncomfortable with all the attention, not unlike any other new student would be in their position.

But she wasn't just a mystery; she was plain out confusing to me. She had been sitting at a table with a group of other students in her age, when the one girl – Jessica – started gossiping about our family to Isabella. From the look on Alana's face you could see she was listening to what she was saying about us.

For some unknown reason to myself I found I was keeping watch of her emotions to see what she thought.

She started out feeling aggravated towards the two girls talking, to curiosity of what they were talking about, which I was expecting and use to when it came to the subject of my family and I.

"I can't read her mind" Edward hissed from across the table.

He was tarring apart a bagel in front of his mouth, making it seem like he was eating while he taking in a voice too low for humans to hear.

"What?" Rosalie hissed back.

"The new girl – Isabella – I can't read her mind" he said exasperated.

"How can that be?" Rose said infuriated.

"I don't know!" he answered angrily, while glaring at her, which she returned with the same passion.

"What about the other girl?" I asked

Edward turned to look at Alana, knowing already who I was talking about. His brows came together and he looked back to us.

"I can read her mind it's just a little more difficult, foggy is a way to describe it. I have to try to see her thoughts." He said with a shrug.

Nodding my head and choosing to ignore Rosalie hissing questions to Edward for answers on how he couldn't hear her thoughts, I strained my ears to the conversation at the other table across the room.

"They are . . . very nice-looking" Isabella stated and her friend agreed with a giggle. Rolling my eyes at the usual comment humans make I decided to go back to monitoring Alana's emotions which were currently feeling pity? Strange.

But it was better than the awe the other girls were sending in our direction. It was infuriating! We couldn't even enter a store without seeing and feeling stares of awe from every direction and from every human in a ten mile radius.

What was also the uncomfortable were the feelings of lust I got from most women and the occasional male as well.

Suddenly I was hit with a strong wave of anger and sorrow which caused me to grip the table from the crippling emotion.

"Jasper, man you alright there?" Emmett asked patting my back.

I nodded while my face scrunched up and fighting back the growl that was trying to escape because of the intensity of the emotions.

". . . Strong . . . emotions . . ." I manage to ground out.

Looking in the direction of the cafeteria entrance I see Alana quickly making her way out and the strong emotions following her.

She was the one with the strong emotions? What had made her so sad and angry?

Shaking my head I spent the rest of the lunch hour trying to calm myself down in time for my next class.

Once I had gotten there I notice two things; first most of the class was already there. I guess it took me longer than I thought to calm myself down. And second my usually vacant desk was now half occupied, by none other than Alana Willowby.

This time though her emotions weren't trying to cripple me, they were almost serene. As if she had no emotions at all or she was thinking of nothing and was so dazed out that no emotions were filling her.

Wait, wasn't she supposed to be a junior? What is she doing in a senior's class?

When I pulled back my chair and it scrapped against the floor, she finally came out of whatever she was in and looked up at me. Looking eyes with her I send a dose of fear so hopefully she would avoid me and whatever Alice's vision was wouldn't happen.

Giving her a curt nod in greeting I sit down hoping she will get the hint to leave me alone and not start a conversation like other humans tried to do when we first moved to Forks.

Luckily she turned her back to me and acted like I wasn't there at all.

One thing I wasn't counting on was her flipping her hair over her face to hide it and sending a dose of her sent towards me. I instantly froze.

Usually when I cot the scent of a human I had to fight my blood lust and urge to jump them to drink there sweet delectable blood. Being the newest family member and newest to the diet, my vampire urges are harder to fight then for the others.

But not this time.

When her scent it me I could smell vanilla, strawberries and something like fresh spring water, which was obviously her unique smell like everyone had, but with it came no blood lust. No urge to rip her throat out and kill her and no intense burning in my throat telling me to kill her.

What was going on? This wasn't normal. I've never heard another vampire coming across a human they didn't want to kill.

Turning away from her I take a deep breath of the class room. Only a small burn fills my throat, not the usual intense fire I got from a group of humans in close proximity with myself. I could feel myself starting to panic. What was going on?

Vampire doesn't usually get confused and when we do it doesn't end well.

Why aren't my senses working? Is there something wrong with me? What could have caused this to happen to me?

The scent.

I looked back to Alana who was now giving me a confused look, probable from me silently freaking out. Why after I smelt her my sense of smell stopped functioning?

"Are you alright?" a smooth voice said.

"No!" I hissed at Alana, who flinched from my voice

"Is there something I can do?" she asked nervously.

"Not unless you could stop existing" I growled at her before grabbing my things and storming out of the class room. Ignoring the shouts from the teacher for disturbing his class, I jog through halls in human speed, so not to blow are cover if someone append to see me.

Stopping at the entrance of the school to collect my thoughts, I notice the distant feelings of shock and hurt aimed towards me. Knowing exactly who's feeling they were, a let loose a frustrated growl and start running home.

Running in full vampire speed - not caring if I was seen – I shake my head trying to rid the odd anger I felt towards myself when I discovered that I had hurt her.

Letting out another fevered growl I try to run faster, hopping the forest breeze would clear my head of all these confusing questions.