The day began a little extraordinarily, and Alenia climbed from the car with eyes following her every move. As she appeared over the roof, as she joined Jasper with the rest of the Cullens to say hello, and as they collectively entered the school. They were unaffected by the stares, unsurprisingly, but being watched was something Alenia wasn't fond of, especially not in this way.

"This is familiar," Rosalie uttered from behind, and the girl simply ignored the comment. Jasper, however, lessened the small gap between them to whisper. "I think these are the most stares weve had since we started," he chuckled, but she heard a light tone of sarcasm in his voice. "Do i detect a hint of jealousy?" she joked as her eyes flitted across some of the faces, heavy with contempt and disdain. "A lot, mostly directed at him," Edward said from the side, leaning around Bella to say it. Alenia laughed and smiled in amusement, but inside she was squirming.

Comparatively, the rest of the day flew by in a far less interesting way. They didn't even cross him once. Jasper informed her that he wasn't in class, and this was confirmed when he failed to turn up in history. In a way, her relief was hindered by a nagging, dull panic. Because he was there all night, her conscious whispered, but she pushed it away. Far away enough that her new friends didn't notice, and they were quite perceptive.

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"Thanks for the ride," she said as they pulled up outside. He breathed softly beside her, and she turned to see him smiling faintly. "I think we have an audience," he said, flicking his head to the house. The curtain twitched, and two faces flashed away. Alenia scowled softly, and began to open the door. "See you tomorrow?" She turneother head to catch the door close, and an instant later her own clicked open.

"What?" He asked innocently as he saw her expression, surprise and embarrassment combined. "Quite the gentleman," she chuckled, failing to hide her blush as she stepped out of the car. He joined her as she walked to her door, which flew open to reveal her mother.

"Hey sweet," she chimed happily, eyeing the handsome stranger beside me with little subtlety.

"Mom, Jasper, Jasper, mom," her daughter introduced awkwardly, but Jasper was already shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, ma'am," he complimented in his deep Southern voice, and her mother clearly approved of his manners. "And you, Jasper? Unusual name," she chuckled, and beamed at Alenia. "Nice day at school?"

"Uh huh," she replied, and Carla took the message from the look in her eyes. "I'll leave you to it, then, bye!" She called as she disappeared, leaving her mortified daughter to reconsider the implications behind "leave you to it". She hopped inside and faced the boy, now only a couple of inches taller, the step making her almost at eye level.

"Thanks again," she said, her cheeks glowing, and Jasper chuckled at her expression. "She seems nice," he said simply, his molten gold eyes shining with amusement. Alenia shook her head derisively, and his lips relaxed into a simple smile. "Same time tomorrow?"

Alenia nodded happily, knowing that, from the relief in his eyes, he would only be glad to. He backed away from her, only turning his back to her mid way down the drive, and sped away in the car as she waved, feeling light as a feather as she closed the door, leaning on it thoughtfully.

"So that's why you're glad we moved here," her mother called from the kitchen, her voice over the snapping of the knife chopping the salad. She nudged herself from the door and found her way to the adjoining dining room, slide into the chair and faced her mother with a non threatening scowl.

"He's nice," she replied simply, but her mother gaped at the understatement of the millennium. She had a habit of understatement. "He's definately handsome," her mother praised, and Alenia nodded distantly, his face clearly in her mind.

"And he seems to be as smitten as you are," she added, and Alenia snapped to attention. "We've only known eachother 3 days, mom."

Carla held up her hand in protest. "The moment I met your father by the coffee machine I knew, and he hadnt even asked me to borrow him change, yet."

Alenia secretly hoped Carla wouldn't verbally reminisce about how she and her father, Mike, had met, because she wouldn't really listen. For one, she had heard it so many times already and two, she was already planning what to wear tomorrow, just as anxious as last night about the following morning.

A low rumble sounded, and the rain began its patter against the conservatory roof. It grew heavier, and heavier, and Alenia thought back to the day of the library. Since then, she found she liked the rhythmic patterns of the rain...

Emmett huffed audibly as he rested his bulky, standing frame against the tree. While he was as up for protecting Jasper's new pixy of a girlfriend as much as the man himself was, he didnt exactly enjoy protecting her outside, in the dark, under the showers, hidden amongst the trees just outside her house. Although he was supposed to be looking out for potential perverts and stalkers, he didnt feeling far off from one himself. Especially as her boutite sihlouette flitted across the closed blinds.

A smell caught his senses, and he was alert as it closed in. It was infront of him, and it was human. Alenia's scent he knew, and it was too clean and distant to be confused with this one. No, this was someone else.

Catching himself from his mysterious narration, he snuck with the agility and caution to make a ninja seem noisy, across the small patch of green between the trees in which he was hiding and the forage the new comer seemed to be concealing himself in.

A light thump beside him, and he snapped his head to find his eldest brother. Jasper nodded curtly, a cold flame in his similar eyes, and turned to focus his attention to the prey. Emmett wondered what he must be sensing from this person with his abilities, and was only relieved that Edward wasn't around.

"No blood, no blood," he heard Jasper chant to himself, barily audibly, but it was for both of them. Emmett nodded, but considered how difficult that might be for that particular vampire. Granted, he had, eventually proven, greater control than his greatest doubter, and had shown little to no interest in human blood in the last couple of years since. However, how would he fare against the blood of a stalker, victimising his mate? Because even Emmett could see that she was his mate, he imagined the same look in his own eyes with Rose as easily as he could say a tree was made of wood.

And it was his obligation as a brother and as a friend to make sure Jas didn't mess that up. Placing a firm hand on his shoulder, Emmett turned the blond haired man to Face him. "We'll spook him, that's it." Jasper's expression darkened. His eyes aflame. "And let him carry on doing this?" He whispered harshly, and a rustle in the bushes sounded. The two brothers ignored it.

"Jas, do you really want to kill in her name?"...

Jasper was caught off guard by Emmett's question, simple as it was, simple as the answer was. Emmett took his lack of reply for a no. "If you do this, you'll not see her the same way again. You will always associate her with your own struggles," he said, and Jasper almost gaped at his bear of a brother, for the first time saying something...intelligent, and totally understandable.

"Fine," he grumbled, and Emmett relaxed visibly. "Few," he breathed, and fixed a faintly evil smile in place.

"50$ he soils himself," he wagered, fixing himself in an attack stance mimicking Jasper's. His own lips turned up in a smirk. "100$, and your on."