Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight.

Sorry if anyone thinks or wants this to be a Jasper/Bella story but this will be a Bella/Edward story. I love Jasper but I still write with the original pairings. This is unedited.

I'm sooo sorry! You guys have no idea. But life happened to me and well I'm posting a short chapter to those of you who might still be reading.

Chapter 3- Another History Freak

Period 1- American Sign Language (ASL): TCH- Ms. Sparks Rm.1

Period 2- Math: TCH- Mr. Davis Rm.4

Period 3- English: TCH Mrs. Masen -Rm.7

Period 4- History: TCH Mr. Thompson -Rm.3

Period 5- Lunch

Period 6- Biology: TCH Mr. Banner -Rm.2

Period 7- Art: TCH Ms. Sullivan -Rm. 9

Period 8- Gym: TCH Coach Clapp -Gym

Previously:

"So, Why do you wear big hoods and why do I get the feeling that you don't want anyone to know who you are?" he questioned me.

So much for not asking questions. This is going to be a long period.

BPOV-

I turned towards the front of the room again and took a deep breath, but Ms. Sparks still had her back turned, writing. I kept facing forward thinking about what I should do. I wanted to keep a low profile but if I didn't talk to him he might start speculating with his friends and I don't want people wondering about me. I just wanted to cruise through the few years I have at this school before I can leave and continue my job, my career, my life full time and have no one there to put me on the spot or to tell me I can't do what I want. I needed him to just leave me alone.

I came to my decision after a little bit of quick thinking and turned back to him speaking softly but quickly, "if I answer your questions, will you leave me alone and not tell anyone?" I asked him. I really wanted to be able to trust him for some reason. He made me feel calm with his presence for some strange reason.

I saw a frown mar his perfect face, "I won't tell anyone, because it's not my story to tell. I won't pester you, but I am honestly curious why you would wear that big sweatshirt? That and some other questions I have for you."

I gave a quiet almost inaudible sigh as I steeled myself for a long interrogation. But why was he asking these questions? Why did he care? No one cared about me. I know because of all the different families I have been with. Not even my mother wanted me.

"Why do you care?" I shot back after the mini internal dialogue I have been running about not being wanted.

He frowned again but his eyes didn't show hurt as I watched his reaction carefully, "I care, because you seem sad. I get the feeling that your quiet, but it feels like you don't really want to be alone either."

I just stared at him with shocked eyes. I mean I know what I feel, but I thought I hid it well, "How do you know? Why do you think I want company, and why would I be sad? You can't know!"

"I feel like I can understand other people's emotions really well," he smiled faintly, "my friends joke about me being an empath, but I think I am just really good at reading people's emotions. I haven't lived with the easiest life. But you really do seem like you need a friend."

I just stared at him from behind my hood and started gnawing on my bottom lip like I always do when I am nervous. He seemed like he could be trusted and I really do need a friend. He could be my first friend. Maybe I could open up for once; maybe I just needed somebody like Jasper, some calm gentleman to open up to. And that's when I decided that maybe I didn't have to be completely alone, but I didn't have to tell him everything either. I didn't have to lie and live with guilty, but I didn't have to tell him every little detail of my life. He doesn't really know me so he can't use anything against me either.

I took another deep breath before burrowing deeper in my hood and letting out a big gust of air I began in a whisper, "your right Jasper, I don't want attention. I found that attention brings unwanted questions," at this he looked a little guilty but the dominant emotion on his face was still curiosity, "I don't want nor do I like attention. I prefer just sinking into the background, stay unnoticed and just watch. I don't like getting hurt and I have been too many times before. I have never had a friend in my life, well almost never. There was this one family, who I was very close to, but they moved away five years ago and I had to stay behind." Even I could hear the sadness in my voice at that last sentence and Jasper reached his hand to squeeze my hand under the desk softly as a comforting gesture before he pulled it back to give me some room.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat every time I thought of them and continued with my short analysis of my seemingly pathetic life, "Besides them, I never had anyone who I could really confide with. I learned from all the, disappointment, in my life that being alone is sometimes better. That way no one can hurt me anymore. Nasty comments and stuff won't hurt me because the person would mean nothing to me. And I, I like it that way," the last part was a slight lie. I liked that I couldn't get hurt by a person, but being alone really hurt. I've never had the comfort of a mother or the protectiveness of a father though I know that if things had went differently I would have. But he doesn't need to know that. I don't need pity. However, considering what I just told him, how I just opened up to him pity is probably inevitable. By the look on his face I could see it creeping into his handsome features already. But I couldn't help myself, he didn't speak once and let me pour out my insecurities to him and he was just easy to talk to. He was just so calm! How can someone be that calm?

I looked away from his penetrating eyes and tried to stop the blush creeping up into my cheeks even though I know he can't even see it. I knew he was about to speak, but I didn't know if I could handle the sympathetic comments about to come out of his mouth. I tensed up and just when he started speaking the bell rang and the lights started flashing letting Ms. Sparks know that that was the end of class. I didn't even realize how much time had went by and now I was bolting from my seat and for the door to escape Jasper.

What had I done? Why did I even speak to him? I am so stupid!

I looked down at my schedule and then the map before I started to head to math with Mr. Davis in building four. There was a light drizzle that felt good on my flaming face and I quickly shuffled my way to class avoiding looking up. I entered the room and walked up to the teacher handing him my slip. He just looked up at me then grabbed the slip signing his name and then wordlessly pointed to a seat in the back of the classroom. I let out a quick sigh of relief before making my way to my seat.

As soon as the class filled up Mr. Davis had one of the students hand out the books for the new unit and he didn't even spare a glance at me as I was handed my book. I wasn't even given an introduction and for that I was grateful. He gave us a quiz to see where we were on the material and how much we already knew or remembered. It was easy for me because I had nothing else to do in my spare time but study. Well until I got a job that is.

The bell rang and I got up and left but slower this time, and started toward what was sure to be my favorite class, English with Mrs. Masen in building seven. Again, I went up quietly to the teacher to get my slip signed and she smiled at me warmly before grabbing the annoying pink slip. Then she took in my appearance and apparently she saw something that made her smile a little wider before pointing to a seat in the front and reassuring me that her class wasn't as bad as I thought. I shook with silent laughter because I could never think this class was boring.

Like Mr. Davis, Mrs. Masen started the class as soon as everyone was seated, "Good morning everyone, we have a new student today and I hope that you that you will make sure that they are welcome. That said Angela, would you please pass out the books we will be starting today?" I watched as a petite brunet with glasses next to me stood with a soft, "yes Mrs. Masen," before scurrying to the cabinet and coming out with a stack of worn books.

She gave me a small smile and a welcome to Forks, before placing one of the books on my desk and I nodded back. I picked up the book and gave an internal squeal. It was Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, and one of my very favorite books. I mean how much of an oxymoron is "Oh, happy dagger!"? It also seemed fickle, I mean they fall in "love" and marry and then die in a week. Not to mention that Juliet in too young and her parents are complete lunatics. It has been said that Romeo and Juliet is a love story, but has it occurred to anybody that they used the wrong L word? It is nothing more than a lust story.

However, no matter how fickle the whole book may appear, it does suggest that some lives are worse than mine. Not to mention that just the style of writing appeals to me. The book is funny and ridiculous. Sure there is a thing as love at first sight. I've experienced it when I saw people skating and fell in love with hockey, but for two people to fall in love in has to be more than just sex and that's why the book is so amusing. The style of writing is amazing not to mention how fast it was written and I like how Shakespeare had made this version of the story a little more realistic than other versions in regards to their ages.

Shakespeare's version is by far my favorite and I have no doubt that if I lived in his time I would be one of the poor people standing in the bottom of the Globe theatre laughing at the crude works just because I can. It shows that everything must end whether it is happiness or agony. Romeos agony ended and so did his happiness, but everything has a story and while I don't believe in fate, I cannot deny that I do have a purpose in this life and while it not is writing stories as well as Shakespeare, I have a job of bringing happiness to myself, even if it is hard to find. It just shows how even love stories have their problems, and there might just be hope for me that I can have a family, a real family, for the first time in my life.

I was overjoyed when the teacher said this would be a quiet class and for us to get started on reading, because we would have an essay on it in the near future. Of course that's when all the whispering around me started while I picked up my copy and I saw Mrs. Masen smile at me when she realized I was actually doing the assignment. She walked by me and winking while dropping a paper on my desk. I almost laughed out loud when I realized why she wasn't forcing them to read. Karma can be a bitch when you procrastinate and the paper was five pages long. It was about how the ending of the book contrasted with the beginning and then choosing two characters, state what some of the changes they went through were and then compare and contrast Shakespeare's version to others. It involved research and the book thoroughly read.

I saw that Angela was the only other person in the class who was actually reading and she also received one of the rubrics for the essay and was quietly chuckling to herself. I grinned and then went back to my book reading my favorite parts, while waiting for the bell to ring.

When the bell finally went off, I didn't rush out of the room as I had the last two classes, this time I hung back as everyone else surged forward. When I was done I realized that I wasn't the last person, but that Angela was there as well.

She smiled at me before making her way over, "Hi, I'm Angela," she then stuck out her hand for me to shake and I grasped it quickly before letting go.

I nodded acknowledging her words, before uttering a quick, "Bella."

"Do you need any help finding your next class, Bella?" She asked me with pure intent burning in her eyes, she didn't care about gossip.

"I have history with Mr. Davis in room 3 next I passed it on the way I'm sure I can find it thank you though," I told her quietly.

She nodded with a smile still gracing her face, "would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

"Umm no thank you," I told her, hating to turn her down but not wanting to become a source of gossip, "I think I'd rather just umm,"

"It's okay, I understand first days can be hard, and don't worry I'm not the gossip queen of the school," and with that she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. I quickly made my own exit and hurried to get to the classroom.

All the heads in the class turned my way as I entered the room, but I just put my head down and went to where the teacher was sat at an ancient computer. I silently handed him the pink slip, and he took it without a word, then looking around the class he scanned the seats.

"Please take a seat next to Mr. Hale, Mr. Hale would you please raise your hand?"

I looked up for the hand and found it attached to none other than Jasper. I groaned quietly. I didn't want to seem rude, but I didn't want to be asked anymore questions. I shuffled to the empty desk beside his, and bless the teacher; he started the class before Jasper had a chance to even say hi.

"Okay we will have a short quiz today and then copy the notes on the board for the rest of class," he started passing out papers and then stopped when he got to me, "don't worry about this, consider it as a placement quiz, to see where you are in the subject," with that he finished passing out the quizzes.

When we were finished with the quizzes we handed them to Mr. Davis and he started correcting them while we took the notes. I avoided looking at Jasper at all costs. Ten minutes before the bell rang, our quizzes were passed back.

"Jasper well done as always," then he turned to look at me, "well it seems we have another student with a knack for history, well done."

I sunk further down in my seat as all the heads once again turned to stare at me. I saw Jasper trying to inconspicuously glance at my own sheet after looking over his own. I just pushed it to him and in return he handed me his. He had scribbled all over, adding in some historical fact and even adjusting statements from questions that were asked. In other words, he does exactly what I do. But his confederacy knowledge seemed far more reverent than mine, while I knew the facts Jasper seemed to know them stone cold.

I heard a low whistle on my right and turned my attention back to Jasper, "Wow full marks, I'm impressed, you're almost as good as me," he teased.

"I'm almost as good as you? I say I far surpass you while you know facts it seems like you're missing out on the real important ones, like the fact that it was the Union who won, not the Confederates," I whispered back. He just grinned at me and handed back my paper while picking his up.

The bell rang, but before he could speak again, I shot out of seat and was out the door before anyone else. I quickly made my way to the cafeteria, the second largest building besides the gym. I went through the lunch line as fast as possible, only picking up a bottle of lemonade. I didn't think the butterflies in my stomach could handle anything more. I shuffled my way through the line and then I paid the lunch lady and started making my way outside.

I barely walked three paces before I heard a voice shout "hey new kid! Why don't you sit with us?" I looked quickly to wear the voice came from and saw a boy with a baby shaped face and blond spiky hair waving at me. Sitting around him were what I would assume were the popular kids, and in the corner of their table I saw Angela. She was looking apologetically at me.

I just continued walking toward the doors, ignoring them and stepped into the wet outdoors of Forks. I looked toward the benches, but they were all wet, then I spotted a tree and went toward it. At my old schools I was always alone and I always found a tree to hide myself. It was always the thing that stayed the same. The tree and I, no matter where I was moved to, there were always trees for me to climb.

I quickly scrambled up to a thicker and dryer branch hiding, closing myself off from the world, or at least that was my intent. I was hardly there for five minutes before I was aware of footsteps coming towards me. I looked down and saw Jasper being dragged by a tiny bouncing girl. Its cliché to call her a pixie, but that's exactly what she looked like, a black spiky haired pixie. They stopped right under my tree and she gave me such a wide smile I was surprise it didn't crack her face.

Ok. I know I've been away for over a year. I have been planning to update for forever and in all honesty this was done months ago. I wanted to make it longer because I haven't posted in forever, but I just wanted to put something up for those of you that might still be interested in my story. I will be forever grateful to those of you who haven't abandoned me. My life has just started getting a little too complicated…who knew high school could be so hard? And for any of you who care, I made the varsity ice hockey team!

Umm I PROMISE I will keep my updates sooner rather than later. I will try to update one of my stories every week.

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