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"Bye, Kyle," Aunt Crys hollered after my brother, holding the front door open with her hip as my brother headed out the house after dinner.
Kyle smiled and waved, clenching the large bag of leftovers in his hand. Aunt Crys always sent him home with a bag of leftover's, which was good because Kyle can't cook to save his life. When he wasn't eating here, he was probably eating out every night.
Kyle came to dinner with no date in tow. I figured that toe-head had already dumped him - but nobody asked. That's how cynical we are about his love life.
As he got into his beat up old clunker, and drove off, Aunt Crystal closed the door. I sighed, watching the tail lights disappear. That thing was a travesty. It was old, rusted and banging. Kyle had argued that it was a well made, classic racing machine, until he turned it off and it back fired with a large bang.
But he was proud of it.
I went upstairs after feeding JoJo, not that the lummox needed more food, but anyways, I walked into my room, chucking my sweater onto a pile of undone homework, and opened my email. I had an email from my sister at Yale, one saying I had won the Irish lotto (yay me!) and three from some very familiar addresses, and I immediately knew who each was from.
- Harper
- Casey
- Maddy
My best friends from Georgetown were of the following. Harper Eastwood, Maddy Leveque and Casey Teleeno.
I opened Harper's first.
Dear my lovely Alexandra,
Yo Al, what up chicka? Things are crazy bored around here, and Will's been trying to get me to go to the beach jam with him, and I keep saying no, but he keeps hounding me. I'm gonna knee him in the Joey's the next time I see him.
So what's up with you? How's Jasper? When can we officially call him "the boyfriend?"
Hope you right me back, in fact, right me back bitch!
Harper Eastwood, America's next top model.
PS. I'm sorry we can't be there tomorrow.
Attached were some pictures and I smiled at them. Harper as still the same. Her light blue eyes shone in the light, and her waist length curly espresso hair had a new, subtle red tint to it. She was very tan, and slim with a round face. She was about an inch or two taller than me, and in the picture, her butterfly shaped lips were twisted into a smile.
Harper was the funny, prankster type, who loved boys, but hated dating them, if that made any sense. She claimed that once they were actually hers, she got bored of them. In other words, she loved the chase, and the foreplay. Not the relationship.
I opened Casey's next,
Hello sweetie-pie!,
I miss you so much! Make sure you come down during the holidays, or even summer break. It's so weird that your gone, and I know that we said goodbye, but it never really set in till you were gone.
I hate you.
You left me with Lisa, the wicked witch of the south. She blew up over the frosting color, because it was pink, and not salmon. Seriously! Who has a salmon colored wedding cake? Crazy people, that's who.
But I guess, if the shoe fits . .
Oh, and I broke up with Adam, it just wasn't working out. He got jealous because I went to a party with my cousin Mia, and her friend Nate. He yelled at me, and threw a hissy fit, and . . . It scared me. So I told him to let me out, though we were like, halfway between, "The mattress" and home, and I took a taxi the rest of the way home.
Anywhoo. I hope to see you soon
Space Case.
PS. Call me if you need someone tomorrow . .
When I opened the picture at the bottom, I had to smile, at Casey's smile. Her grin was large and infectious, and spread across her long, narrow face. She was tall, and her fair skin was slightly tanned now, with the same, dark, deep brooding eyes, and chest length cork-screw curly black hair. She was tall, and stick-thin, with long arms and legs.
Casey was the groups moral compass, she probably could have been part of the popular clique, but her moral compass was too strong to get involved in the evil ones game. With her bouncy hair and fierce sense for fashion, she had earned the nickname "Ms. Fabulous" a million times over. She was the free spirited flower child.
The mattress (in case you were wondering) was an old farm field out in the middle of nowhere, one night a drunk senior burnt an old mattress that was left there, and thus, everyone knows it as "The mattress,".
Dear my BB,
Bonjour Madame Lyons. Wasssup? =) I totally miss you, and I can't wait to see you again, and hopefully it'll be soon. But don't listen to tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee's attempts to guilt you into coming home. Cuz you know that Casey's really good at guilting people into things. That's how I ended up at her aunt's hip-replacement party last winter, member?
I hope you like living there, I certainly don't miss living in the cold wintery climates of the northern states. Look at me, I sound like an old geography teacher. Eew! I'm Mr. Connors! Nasty!
I'm still with Drew, and its going amazing. The others still tease me, but hey, what'd I expect, right?
See you later sexy,
The Astoundingly Magnificent Madeline Hilary Jordyn Leveque. or TAMMHJL, for shortzies.
PS. Are you gonna be alright tomorrow?
Maddy had moved to Georgetown in sophomore year from Maine, and she loved the sun and heat. She had bushy light auburn hair, that had recently been chopped off so that it just touched her jaw line, and big caramel eyes. She was pale, extremely short and had an unusually pretty oval face. She was clear-skinned and had a few extra pounds, but she actually didn't seem to care.
And apparently neither did Drew Henry, her gorgeous boyfriend of one year. I mean really, what girl doesn't want a hot guy to walk her to class and tell her she's beautiful? I sure wouldn't mind it. We all bugged her, about what kind of wedding cake she was going to serve, and when we could pick out our brides maid dresses, but we only did it around her. Drew was unusually shy, and didn't really seem all that comfortable around us yet.
I wondered if he ever would, after a year, if he wasn't comfortable yet, chances were that he never would be. Their group tended to have a habit of putting people on the spot.
After rereading each letter again, I sighed. If I needed someone. Of course I needed someone. But there was no-one. I needed someone to lend me their shoulder, and someone to listen as I cried.
None of my new friends knew about my mother, nor did they know anything about her death. Sure, they would have known about Uncle Gregg's death, but not about mum's. I considered telling someone about it tomorrow, maybe Hazel, as she and I got along quite well . . .then I thought of Bella.
She and I had gotten closer, but she seemed to be preoccupied whenever I tried to talk to her. I had tried to tell her about my mum, but every time I tried, she blathered on about Edward. Since the accident, Edward had been thoroughly ignoring her, and she was rather hurt about it. I wondered why in the world Bella seemed so obsessed with Edward, when whatever she tried, he gave her no response. I had asked Jasper about it once or twice, but he simply passed it off as Edward being Edward.
I had also considered telling Jasper, but somehow I couldn't. I felt like he wasn't real somehow. I was scared that I shouldn't get attached to him. What if I did, only to have his vanish? Or worse, reject me? I had gotten attached to my mother, and look where that led me, three months of crying myself to sleep.
No, I wouldn't allow myself to get attached to Jasper.
But somehow, I was drawn to him, like moths to a flame, I suppose you could say. I felt like, somehow he was a part of me, no matter how long I had known him. It had been nine days since we had last spoken, and I had known him for a month and a week. Not that I was counting or anything . . . okay maybe I was. But it was Jasper Hale, any girl would treasure every moment that she had with him.
But he was a tender subject.
He seemed to get close to me, yet he pushed me away. Sometimes I thought I saw this weird glimmer in his eyes when he looked at me, then his face would snap back to impassive, and his eyes would go back to their calm, almost dead state. I hated when he looked at me like that, when his "dead" eyes would appear, and his impassive look. I hated it so much.
Yet he cared.
He looked at me with genuine concern when I was feeling unhappy, and soothed me when I was upset, even if others could not see it. Sometimes I wondered about him, he was a good guy, but he seemed so odd. He seemed to pick up on things that most others ignored. He knew things and-
No.
I cut myself off in the middle of my rambling paranoid thoughts. Maybe he was good at reading people. Everyone had their talents, right? Mine was lying, I had always been a good one, sometimes too good, as I seemed to be rather good at lying to myself.
And the worst thing was, I could see through my own lies.
I was also guilty of committing the biggest lie to myself, I was lying about affection. At first, I thought this odd feeling was attraction, but I actually had a crush on Jasper Hale. I felt like such a stupid little girl, I might as well had been pining over Justin Bieber, as the odds of dating one or the other were both quite slim.
What would he want to do with me anyways?
With those thoughts in my head as I laid in bed, I drifted off, my dreams filled with a certain golden haired, golden eyed man.
I awoke the next morning to an empty house, yet again. Dylan had already gone, as had Annabel. I was alone, again. Fabulous. Pebbles was laying asleep at my feet, and I looked around my room. It was fairly simple. Painted a dark red, with a twin bed, with a brown comforter and grey sheets. It had been the guest room before I had moved in, and I hadn't added any personal touched to it.
Pictures hung on the walls, and books and papers were strewn across the room, and I was suddenly glad that Aunt Crys hadn't seen it yet, she was exactly like mom, that one.
I dressed, casually today, in just a black oversize sweater and a pair of simple black jeans that were tattered at the ends, and threw on some old light pink low tops. My hair was left as is, and the only makeup I wore was mascara. I wasn't particularly in the mood for dressing up, and I hurried downstairs, after hearing a loud honk from outside, and grabbed a piece of cold toast to satisfy my growling stomach.
When I got into the car, Bella noticed something was wrong. "Alex? What's wrong?" She asked, eyeing me carefully, as if I were a metal patient.
"Nothin'," I mumbled around the half-chewed bite of toast in my mouth. She looked doubtful for a moment, but she let it go after a few moments.
"Mike keeps staring at me, and sitting at my desk. And sometimes I think that Edward is going to tell him to leave, but he just . . . . doesn't," She began, and I nodded my head, encouraging her, though I wasn't really listening. I just rolled my eyes, or nodded my head every now and then, keeping her talking. Her babbling was keeping my mind off it, and I was so desperate for solace that I'd even listen to Jillian drone on about Colton if it would distract me.
I guess I was in for a day of fake smiles.
Jasper POV
Something was wrong.
Something was wrong with Alexandra. She didn't sit with us, or her usual group of friend today, she sat alone, outside under one of the huge oak trees. Her friends looked to each other, and stared, and looked meaningfully at one another. I listened in to what they were saying.
"What do you thinks wrong with her?" A dark skinned girl asked.
"It's here mum guys," A girl with caramel hair said, I couldn't recall her name, Holly, or Hattie or something like that. "Her Aunt told my mom about a month ago. Her mom died a couple years ago. Today's the day she died."
A dark haired boy frowned, looking out the window toward the huddled frame of Alexandra. "Maybe someone should go talk to her . . "
The boy left the offer open, and everyone looked around.
"I don't see why we should go, why doesn't Hale go. They seem to be the best of friends now," Snarked a girl who was with them, with long very curly dark hair. I resisted the urge to hiss.
I felt a nudge at my side, and I turned to see Alice. She smiled, her golden eyes wide and sympathetic. "Go. She needs you now."
That was all the encouragement I needed, and I had to remind myself to keep human pace as I walked out of the cafeteria, and towards the old oak tree, under which sat my future.
I took in her appearance, her hair was unbrushed, and she wasn't wearing her usual "spunky" attire. She was wearing a sweater that was much too big for her thin frame, so much so that it slipped off one of her shoulders. Her jeans were too long, and the ends were scraggly and holy, as if they had been dragged along the ground for too long. She was wearing, muddy shoes, and her shoulders were quivering ever so slightly.
I, Jasper Whitlock, could stomach allot of things, war, violence, hunting, hate . . . . the one thing that affected me, was crying women. I hated the thought of making women upset. Being born in the early centuries, I had been taught that women were creatures to be cared for and treasured, not besmirched and upset. What made this worse was that the women in question, was my future. She was going to be mine, and I could not let her suffer.
The pain coming from her was awful, and the sorrow made me want to drop to my knees. In our questions game, I hadn't asked about her parents, but I knew her name. Jamie. And I knew that if this person was someone that my Alexandra would cry over, she must have been a good woman. So decided there and then that I would cheer her up, or at least let her cry on my shoulder.
She still hadn't looked up, even as I approached her, making my presence know, with my purposefully loud steps. She sniffled, and I visibly winced. "Alexandra?" I asked, carefully, and she looked up this time. Her chlorine eyes were red around the edges, and the end of her nose was as red as her hair.
She was surprised for a moment, "Oh, Jasper. Hello," She whispered, and sniffled.
I sighed, and sat down next to her under the oak tree, biting back the thirst that raged on in my throat. It burned, and the monster inside was screaming at me to bite, but I refrained. This was my mate. I couldn't let her die.
Her thin leg rubbed against mine and I shifted slightly away from her.
"Hello, are you alright?" I asked, as most humans would, though I was inwardly cringing. I was such a mundane simpleton.
"I'm fine," She said, and I raised an eyebrow at her, and she smiled a little, and looked away.
"If . . .If you do not wish to talk about it, that is understandable. If you do, I am here to listen," I encouraged her. She looked up, and she contemplated, breathed out heavily through her nose, and looked at me with her almond shaped, doe eyes, and my insides twisted, though it was not unpleasant.
"My mother . . . .she , sh- . .she died a couple years ago, and it was on this day. " She started, and I blinked. So it was about her mother.
"I know people say that you need to let go, but somehow I can't. I'm terrified that if I let go, I might forget her," She stated, her voice breaking near the end.
"I understand. It is a hard task to let go of the people that you love, and a messy process too. You will forever grieve for this person," I reached my thumb up, and smoothed away a tear that was trekking down her cheek, her skin was soft, and smooth.
The corner of her mouth turned up slightly, and she blinked.
"I don't understand how everyone in my family got over her death . . .everyone but me," She said, shuffling closer to me.
" Everyone has a different time for letting go, everyone copes differently," I reminded her, and she looked up at my through her eyelashes.
"I feel like I'm trying to hold onto something that's already gone, and I don't know how to let go . . . I . I -I'm not sure if I want to let go," She mumbled, her words slightly slurred.
"You must remember that your mother would not want you to live in the past. She wants you to live. To be free, to be happy," I said, reaching my arm behind her, and hooking my arm around her, out of affection and comfort. She smiled, and leaned into me. I could feel the wetness of her tear-stained cheek on my neck, and at that moment I knew.
She was mine. Forever and always.