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At the end of our Theatre class Jasper and I couldn't have walked any faster off that stage. I didn't want Gavin trying to talk to me or Amber harassing Jasper. Of course I soon was put in my place when I looked back to see Gavin with his arm around Amber. I heard him talking about going to some party at a friend's house. Jasper might be right. Gavin could find Amber annoying. It doesn't mean he won't screw her if he has the chance.

We didn't take the motorcycle today because it was raining way too hard. Too bad, cause this mini van ride is the epitome of uncomfortable. I turn down the radio. I'm going to bite the bullet and pressure Jasper about how he's going to get the script changed.

"Alright, so, you really think you're going to her change her mind? About the script?" I ask Jasper, my eyes firmly on the road in front of us.

I look up in my rearview to see Jasper nod. Okay, so he's not exactly a chatty Cathy today. I just need him to answer my damn questions.

I press on. "So what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it," he mutters.

I continue to look at him through the rearview. He's sitting straight and rigid. A vampire doesn't feel physical pain, but behind his empty eyes is something akin to being slowly tortured. He's just depressed about Alice I tell myself. They were together for like fifty years or something. It's going to be hard to get over, but what's fifty years when you're immortal?

"I will worry about it. I mean, it's not a full proof plan. We'll still study this script. If we have to perform it I'll just say I have a really bad cold." I say plainly.

Jasper laughs humorlessly, "Your not curious?"

I stop looking at the road to quickly glare at him, "Curious? About what?"

"Kissing a vampire. I'm not good looking enough for you? Most would want to kiss me."

I turn back to the road, now gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I don't find you remotely attractive. What is your damage today?"

"My damage? Nothing. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have said that." Jasper says, seeming sincere.

I want to ask him what's wrong, but know it would be over the line of formality I want with him. It's obvious he's in pain. Although I should be keeping tabs on his emotional state, that way I'll know how likely an attack is.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask, trying to sound sincere myself.

"Pull over the car," he says simply.

"What?" I ask dumbly.

He bangs his hand on his window. "Pull over the damn car, now."

I pull over mostly because I'm afraid he's going to break my car. I take off my seatbelt as he walks out of the car. I get out on my side and run over to him. There are no cars going down this road to watch what might be a beastly scene.

"What are you doing?" I yell at his retreating back. He's going into the woods. The Cullen house isn't too far from here, but still, he's acting ridiculous.

Jasper turns around, standing several feet from me. "What do you think of me?"

"What do I? What do you mean?" I say, not knowing where the hell this is going.

He smiles dangerously. "You think I'm a monster."

"Well, I…I don't know." I sputter out.

"Yes, you do. Be honest."

I take a deep breath. "Fine, I'd rather you and your family and every vamp on this Earth not be here. I hate your family. I'm trying to be nicer to you all but I'll always hate you. You're the reason I have no future. You're the reason Sam left me. You're the reason why my father died."

"What else?"

I smile bitterly and start throwing out my hands as I rant at him.

"Besides what you've done to me, and my tribe, you've killed hundreds maybe thousands of people. You're a mass murderer. You and the rest of your family. Yet you live without any punishment. I'm supposed to feel bad for you? I'm supposed to respect your self-control? All murderers say they can't control themselves. You should all have killed yourselves a long time ago if you really wanted to protect humans. How many times after swearing vegetarianism did one of you kill someone? Huh? Go fuck yourself. How dare you even act this way when I'm doing you a fucking favor."

"You're right. You're right," he says so quietly I'm sure it's to himself. He looks satisfied with my answer.

He runs off into the woods and towards his home. I stand there staring, even when I can't see him anymore. I wonder what the hell just happened, as I've come to always feel after talking with Jasper. He didn't even bring Alice up, and she's the reason he's depressed. I start to feel like an idiot, standing on the side of the road in the pouring rain. I get back into my car and drive home. I wonder if I should call the Cullens and tell them how upset Jasper is. Leah, you idiot, I think to myself. Edward can read minds. He must know how Jasper is. You're not Dr. Phil just leave Jasper's problems alone.

I reach my driveway and turn off the car. I don't get out right away. I feel a conglomerate of things, but there's one thought that sticks out to me. I'm worried about Jasper, and I'm worried that I'm worried about him. There's a lot of worrying going on. I shouldn't be thinking about him or about helping him. Our problems are similar, but not greatly so. I shouldn't feel this camaraderie with him. He's a hundred and fifty year old vampire. I'm a twenty-year-old mostly human woman. Am I so desperate for friendship that I'm actually starting to care about a vamp? I get out of my car and shake myself a little, hoping these conflicting feelings will fall of me like the raindrops. I meant what I said to Jasper. I don't feel guilty, but his words still ring in my ears.

You're right. You're right.

"Leah, honey, wake up," says a soft but stern voice. A voice I know I have to obey.

I wake up to see my mother standing over me. It's Saturday, why is she waking me up? She looks nervous, which means she's going to break some sort of bad news.

"What's up, Mom?" I yawn out, my head still resting on my pillow. I've just woken up from deep slumber and am not in the mood for bad news.

She walks over to the other side of my room and draws open my curtains. "It's 3 in the afternoon. Leah, you've slept enough."

Shit, the dreaded sunlight. I take my pillow and put it over my head. "Mom, it's been a rough week."

The pillow is lifted off of my head and lightly goes down again to boink me on the head. My mother holds it above me and then throws it to the foot of my bed. The bad news can't be too serious if she's being silly.

"I thought you said Jasper and you weren't fighting,' she asks with concern.

"We're not." I answer hastily, sitting up in bed. "It's just the big workload."

This is partly true. The little scene on the side of the road yesterday is wearing on me more then geology flash cards though.

She takes the pillow and puts it behind me. "Is that Amber girl bothering you at all?"

My mom has been desperate for some mother daughter talks, so I told her about Amber. Us complaining about a snobby flirt helps bring some normalcy into our lives.

"She's been alright, still drooling over Jasper. We've been too busy in class for her to throw herself on him too much. She has another guy in the wings too."

This gets a laugh out of my mom. "Some women just can't control themselves. I've always appreciated that you weren't boy crazy, or so hung up on looks."

I smile and nod, but inside I feel ill. I wasn't boy crazy, because I was only crazy about one boy.

"So, I have to wake up?" I ask my mom, slowly sliding from my sitting position to lie back in bed.

"Yes, you do." she starts, "We're having people over for dinner. You have to help me cook, and clean the house. You also have to look nice."

I sit up straight again, "Who are we having over for dinner?"

I'm surprised since our house isn't messy and why would she tell me look nice? These must not be people we're too familiar with.

"Now, Leah, don't get mad." She says, sitting down near me on the bed. "I've invited Charlie, Bella, Edward and Nessie to dinner."

"What?" I croak out, frozen in disbelief. She did not just say what I think she said.

She sighs heavily. "Leah, come on, don't be like this."

I ignore her pleading voice and get up from my bed. I like to stand when I yell.

"Mom, they can't even eat our food! They're vampires for fucking sake! Are they going to bring their own live baby fawn to suck dry? Should I set up a tarp on the living room floor for them?"

My mom gets up, the look on her face making me cringe a little. I might be a lot taller then my mom, but she can still be very intimidating.

"Leah Clover, don't you ever raise your voice at me like that, or cuss in this house," she says in a low voice that is just as effective as yelling.

I start to say something but she puts her finger up near my mouth. "No. I won't take this from you, okay? I have had enough with your attitude. You think you're the only one who's suffered on this Earth? I didn't raise you to be this…this monster!"

"I'm the monster?" I shout, starting to get hysterical. "You invited the monsters over for dinner. If those vampires weren't here then everything would be the way it should be."

"Leah stop it…"

"No!" I start pacing my room my steps pounding on the floor. ""You have no idea how this feels for me. I know other people suffer, but damn I have a right to be angry. I don't want those…those things in my house! Where my father died, because of them."

"Leah," she says, no longer sounding angry. "You can't think that way. Life is how it is now, not what it could have been. You have no idea what would have happened. Sam and you might have grown apart. Your Dad had a bad heart."

I stop pacing and walk to stand in front of my mother. "No, mom. Unlike you and Dad, I actually loved Sam. You wouldn't understand that, would you? Dad dies and you shack up with his best friend."

The hand that hits my face doesn't hurt physically, but the moment it hits me I stagger backwards slamming into my dresser.

"Leah," my mom says, tears coming down her face. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that…I…"

I stay looking at her, no tears forming in my eyes. "Don't be. I meant every word I said. I'm not sorry." I spit out at her, running from my room and down the stairs.

My mom's voice calling my name follows me as I run out the door. As soon as I step into the woods, I transform. I was furious. I almost changed right in my room. I run through the woods, and am greeted by canine communications. The disgusted condemnation of Jacob and the wounded cry of Seth greets me.

"Leah, how could you say that to your mom? Even for you that's low."

"Leah! You made mom cry? Why Leah?"

I don't say anything, but they know what I'm thinking. That I regret what I said, but believe in it whole-heartedly. I feel guilt towards making my mother cry, but also relived. I had wanted to say that to her for so long. How could she be with Charlie? Did she really love my father? Jacob and Seth don't hear my thoughts anymore. They've changed back to human. They want to go comfort my mom. I keep running, and think seriously about never coming home again.

While running I smell a fire, not too far off. It must be big if I can smell it from here, even with my nostrils. I start running toward it, even in my bad state, I can heed the call of Smokey the Bear. I see the flames though the trees, it's a fire pit. The flames are shooting up from the hole a couple feet. What is going on? Someone must be burning something. I near the hole but don't get to close; the flames smack the air like whips. I start to realize that it's not only smoke I smell, but also something sweet intertwined with the smoke. My mind becomes panicked. There's a vampire in there. The Cullens haven't mentioned fighting any vampires.

I put my head over the hole, the flames burning my chin. The hole is deep, about ten feet, but I see someone lying there. For some reason, I can tell they're still alive. My mind can't even register it. They're lying so still. What in the fuck is going on? Through the flames I finally see the face. Jasper. I don't have time to think, I jump into the hole, grab him with my teeth and jump out. The fire scorches my skin, and lights my fur on fire. I run from the hole, and drop Jasper when I get a few yards away. I start rolling on the ground. The flames sputter out, but patches of fur fall off.

I stop rolling and walk over to Jasper. His pale skin is dirty with soot. His flesh is burnt, peeling and bubbling. He lays there with his eyes open, not saying a word. It's like something out of a horror movie. The burning man, literally. His hair is burnt too, but shines through the muck like a golden star. Damn it there's no one else in wolf form right now. I transform back to human and kneel beside Jasper, trying to not vomit and or scream at the sight of him.

"Jasper," I say, trying to remain calm. "Who did this to you?"

Jasper doesn't move or say a word.

"Jasper, answer me."

"I did." he whispers.

"What?" I gasp, not able to believe it.

"I did it. I did it. I did it!" he screams, standing up suddenly. He can barely hold himself up. He sways on his feet.

I get up and hold his shoulders. He winces in pain. I've never seen a vampire feel pain like this before. When they're being ripped apart or bitten sure, but not this.

He starts sobbing, but no tears come out. Vampires can't cry I remember. He pushes my arms away and walks back toward the fire pit.

I run in front of him, pushing him back. "What in the fuck are you doing?"

He steps around me and keeps walking, "I'm doing what makes this world a safer place."

I go to step in front of him again, "Why are you doing this?"

"You said it yourself I'm better off dead."

I gape at him, since I did say that. To hear them come out of his mouth in this situation makes me realize maybe I didn't mean it.

"I'm sorry okay, is that what you want to hear?" I spit out. My arms stretch across in case he tries to run for it. In his weakened state, the vampire speed doesn't appear to be an option.

"You were right Leah. Now, please, leave me be. You don't care about me. You know this is for the best. It's selfish what we're doing," he says, staring at the fire behind me. No, I can't let this happen. I didn't want this.

"We're dead, but trying to imitate life. We're not a part of the circle of life. We're an evil. An evil that should be done away with.

He tries to step around me again. I step in front of him. He keeps trying and I keep maneuvering in front of him.

"Don't make me hurt you," he says, a vampire growl coming from his throat.

I shake my head, "I'm not going to let you. If you want to fight me go ahead, but what will be the point? You'll have killed someone, exactly what you don't want to do."

My voice sounds a lot more confident then I feel. I am stark naked, and have to transform to even have a chance against him. Then again, in his weakened state I could win. I don't want to kill him though. It would nullify the point of me saving him.

"Leah, please," he pleads softly.

I keep shaking my head. "I can't let your family lose you. I know what its like to lose family."

"You don't care, you don't think we're a family! You're lying!" he screams, getting as close to my face as possible without touching me.

I put my hands on his chest, to push him away if I have to. "You know what I'm feeling, tell me if I'm lying."

At that, Jasper sinks to the floor. His head in his hands, he starts crying like vampires do. The dry and shaking sobs. I sink down in front of him. He stops sobbing after a while, but stays with his head in his hands. Vampires are immortal, so time to them isn't the same like the rest of us. I stay there for what feels like hours, trying desperately to stay awake. The night comes, and then the sun begins to rise.

At this point I start to fall asleep, but I'm awoken when I hear him stand up. I stand up to, suddenly feeling very naked. Since I am, very naked. I also notice he too is very naked. I didn't have time to care about nudity before, but now I desperately do.

I cross my arms over my chest, and concentrate on Jasper's face. He's healed now, not a burn or scratch on him, or any teeth marks. I did bite him after all.

"I'm sorry, for risking your life like that,' he says, not looking in anyway uncomfortable. His eyes stay looking into mine, even after attempted suicide he is going to be a gentleman.

"Just promise me, you won't do this again." I say strongly. I am desperately trying to cover myself, which might ruin the firm message I'm trying to send.

"I…Leah. I won't. I promise." he says, his eyes now looking at the ground. I don't believe him one bit.

"You are officially on suicide watch." I mutter, trying to shake my head to get a hair out of my face. It's tickling my nose.

Jasper walks over to me and puts the hair behind my ear. "You need a haircut. If your hair wasn't so long it wouldn't have caught flame so easily."

His hand stays touching my ear lightly, and I find myself not wincing or stepping back from the touch. As his hand goes back down slowly I clear my throat.

"Well, if you didn't go all Tibetan monk I wouldn't have had to jump in a fire pit in the first place."

Jasper smiles and puts his hand up to stop my coming apology. "Don't be sorry, that was funny."

"Yeah," I start, "Look at all the people laughing."

He smirks at that, "You don't have to feel so uncomfortable you know. It's not like I've never seen a naked woman before."

I stay looking into his eyes, even though curiosity wants me to look at his body or away because of his embarrassing comment. "I should be used to it by now. Mostly every teenage boy on the reservation has seen me naked because of this shit."

"How lucky for them."

"Shut up." I shout, not able to tell if he's being sarcastic. The guy just tried to off himself and he's now in playful antagonizing mode. He is seriously insane, but at least he's on the happy side of his mood swings.

"Hold on," Jasper says, running back to the pit. I almost run after him, but suddenly he's in front of me with a shirt and pants.

"I took them off before, you know, going in," he says, sounding as though he means he went into a pool skinny-dipping.

I take the light blue shirt and button it up quickly, "This could have been brought to me sooner, you know."

He puts on the pants. I stay looking away. "I had more important things on my mind then modesty."

After putting on the pants, Jasper sits down. I sit too, but regret it, the shirt is long, but my upper thighs still have to sit on dewy ground. His chest is marble white, of course. He's lean; no fat on his body, but his muscle is lean and almost gentle. The indents of his pelvic bone are yelling at me to look at them in wonder. Okay, fine, I'll give the vampires that they have great bodies. They could still could use a major tan.

"So, why?" I ask, looking towards him.

He picks up a piece of grass from the ground, playing with it. "I've been thinking about it, ever since Alice left."

I nod my head. "So, because of Alice?"

He looks back to the fire pit, "Partly, I miss her, terribly. But, I miss having someone there to talk to. I'm so used to her presence. She tried hard to make me happy. Now, I'm alone. I will be for eternity."

I don't know what to say. Sam left me, and after two years I'm still not over it. I never tried to kill myself though. I know that eventually I'll move on.

I pluck some grass of my own to play with. "You have a lifetime to find someone else."

He looks at me, dropping the piece of grass. "It wasn't just Alice, its me. What I am. I don't think I deserve to live. I started having these thoughts before Alice left me. It is one of the reasons she left. She did try her best though, to make me happy. I don't blame her. She's still my best friend."

I grimace. "So what? You guys were married. Till death do us part? In sickness or in health? I'm not helping I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, "No it's fine. But yes, we were. Alice was the first vampire I met, with humanity. She loved me unconditionally from the day we met. She didn't care about my past. It just…didn't last."

Jasper stands up, offering his hand to me. I take it and stand up too. He bends down to pick up something in the grass, smiling in a pleasant way.

"I'll always love Alice, and my heart still hurts from our parting. But my feelings for her, they're not the same. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. I have an eternity to live, but nothing to live for."

I realize that the grass he's rolling in his fingers is actually a four-leaf clover. I laugh when I realize it. Jasper looks at me like maybe I'm the one experiencing emotional issues. I put my hands up apologetically.

"I'm sorry I wasn't laughing at you. I get what you're saying. Sam and I weren't together nearly as long and I felt like it was the end of my world." I say quickly, feeling awful for laughing. I'd rather not tell him why I laughed. It's way too childish for this situation.

He nods but smiles at me knowingly, "You laughed at the clover. You were very happy when you saw it. Why? You like them?"

I laughed in an embarrassed way. "Oh, it's just that Clover is my middle name. My Mom called me Leah Clover today for the first time in a long time."

"I used to keep a clover pressed in a book of mine as a child. They're hard to find in Texas," he says wistfully. "My mother only said my middle name when she was angry with me."

I stare up at him, he sounds like the old man he is. "Yeah. She was mad at me. I was very against having Bella and her family over for dinner tonight. I told her she didn't love my Dad, because she went to Charlie so quickly."

I let the grass I'm playing with fall from my hand to the ground. "I know. I'm a mean and horrible person. I made you want to kill yourself. I made my mother cry. I'm the monster."

He stares at me in disbelief. "No your not. You're young, and hurting. You say what you feel. What others don't want to say or admit. What I did has nothing to do with you. You'll go to your mother and she'll accept your apology. You have a right to how you feel. Understand?"

"Okay, I understand. I'm not sure I'm ready to face her." I breathe out, and then bite my lip. I'm starting to feel the weight of what I said to my mom of the look of hurt on her face.

"I'm not looking forward to going home either. Edward will know what I've done when I get there. I'd be surprised if they weren't looking for me already."

"No choice, but the truth," I say mournfully.

"That's not a bad thing." Jasper says, his eyes looking at the coming light of the sun.

He starts to sparkle. Oh, so this is the sparkling shit that happens to them. I always thought it was very fairy-like, like them being covered in body glitter. I was pretty much right on that one.

"Not impressed?" he asks cheekily.

I roll my eyes. "No, can't say I am."

He starts to frown. "You feel uncomfortable again, why?"

I look at him with skepticism clearly on my face. "You don't think this is weird? Several hours ago you were trying to burn yourself alive. Now, your chatting with me like nothing happened. I think you're trying to trick me into thinking you're all better now."

"Why would I trick you? Everyone will find out. There's no reason to pretend to feel anything other then I do."

I sigh and get up. "Well, tell me why you're suddenly all okey doke smoke."

He stands up and looks at me quizzically. "I wouldn't say I'm oke doke smoke, whatever that is. I just…the way you felt. If you could feel concerned about me, like I'm worth living. Then maybe I am."

"Why me? Why does my opinion matter?" I ask him.

"You hate my kind, that's why. You 're as objective a point of view that I have. You don't covet any of us. You have no friend who is with one of us. You're not attached to us. You have every reason to hate us."

I furrow my brows in confusion. "Okay, but I'm not that important. I'm not God or anything. Let thee that is without sin ya know."

"Let thee that is without sin ya know? I like it," he says, smiling.

"Hey, don't make fun of me. I saved your life. You owe me. Too early for those kind of jokes?" I say, rambling my last sentence..

"No, right on time actually," he says, chuckling lightly. "By the way, do you want this clover?"

I scoff. "No it's yours. You found it. You're luck."

His eyes shine like he's realizing something. "I already had my luck today. I should be dead right now. Did you realize I didn't thank you yet?

I put my hand out. "It's not…"

"Yes, it is. Thank you. Here take it, please," he says, holding it delicately from its stem in front of my outward hand.

I open my hand and he places it there lightly. I put it in the breast pocket of Jasper's shirt that I'm wearing. I could use some luck, why not?

"I think we should go to my house first. That way your mother can just come over and pick you up. You shouldn't be walking around the reservation looking like you do."

I look down at myself. I'm wearing only Jasper's light blue button up shirt. It barely covers my ass and is kind of wet at the bottom. My legs are covered in wet dirt and pieces of grass. I touch my face; it's also filthy. I start to finger through my hair, oh no.

"My hair, part of my hair is burnt off! Oh god, how vain am I." I whine, finding charred chunks of hair. I' not one for whining, but my hair is sore subject. I guess I'm going to have to cut my hair really short again.

"I'll pay for a haircut." Jaspers says guiltily, reaching over to touch the burnt parts of my hair. "It won't have to be as short as last time. If it makes you feel any better."

I make a sound of annoyance and Jasper takes away his hand. "You're hair looks fine."

"A vampire perk. Perfect hair no matter what."

Jasper motions to the right, the direction of the Cullen manor.

I look to the right and then look back at him. "I think we should walk, come up with a way to tell your family…what happened."

He puts his hands in his pockets, a habit of his I've noticed. "I wouldn't mind some more calm before the storm. At least no one will be mad at you. They'll be too busy being furious with me."

I start walking towards our destination. "They won't be furious. They'll be sad they didn't see it coming."

He starts walking by my side. "I've gotten good at keeping my thoughts from Edward. I'm sure he won't let his guard down again. He'll now be actively searching my mind."

I try not to look at Jasper's chest too much, but it's like an alabaster magnet. "That sucks. People don't always do what they think, but you dispel that logic. I throw my thoughts like arrows at Edward. It's what he gets for being nosy."

"He can't help it. The same way I can't help but pick up other people's feelings," he says, in that knowing way of his.

"I can't help but be sarcastic and cynical so I'll give you that."

"Timshel," Jasper mutters to himself.

I look in his direction. "Timshel? What does that mean?"

He looks back at me; his eyes aren't as gold as yesterday I realize. "Have you ever read East Of Eden? It's by Jon Steinbeck."

"No, but I always planned to. I've read Mice and Men, Grapes of Wrath, Cannery Row, The Pearl, Winter of Our Discontent…"

He cuts me off, "I'd have thought you'd read it if you've read all those. You'd have to read it to fully understand the term. The word itself is hebrew, it means you may. It's about being able to choose, about making your own decisions."

"Nice message, definitely something to live by." I say, now wishing I read it. I get annoyed when Jasper knows things I don't, especially if it's a subject I consider myself good at.

"It is. I just don't think it applies to me. I'm more like what Steinbeck says of Kate, the monster."

I bump his shoulder with mine. "You're not a monster, if you choose not to be." I say, mimicking his voice.

He bumps me back. "You haven't been sounding like yourself."

"I don't mind that. I've been thinking I should try and sound like someone else."

"You're fine the way you are. When you're happy, you'll be better. You just need to get out of here," he states assuredly.

I raise my eyebrows at him. "You want me out of your hair?"

"No, I want you into your own. I don't know if that makes any sense, but you understand my meaning."

"I do, but no more references to hair. I'm still in mourning." I answer, looking down at our feet walking side by side. It's a contrasting sight. His glowing white skin against my matte brown. It gives me a weird sense of pleasure to see his toes. I'm not into feet, it's that their unattractive. It makes him more human to me. No one can have sexy toes, not even a vampire. It helps to take me out of the situation I'm in, a situation too serious to handle. I'm sure Jasper and I will be forced to realize it once we get to his home.

We keep walking for a couple hours. We talk about various things: our classes and where I should get my haircut. It's surreal. A month ago I hated him more then a person could hate anything. A week ago I was ready to kill him without question. Now, I don't know how I feel. I think the word is friendship, but who knows. Jasper should know, feelings are always changing. Sometimes after years and years, other times in the blink of an eye. I somehow can feel the four-leaf clover on my chest, right near my heart.

We'll see just how lucky it is.

I'm hoping people will like where the story is going and this chapter. It's pivotal in terms of their relationship changing and all that's going to happen. I hope it wasn't too heavy but it was necessary. From here on out things will go back to being lighter!