I walk to my second class of the day with Angela. I'm excited to talk to Jasper today, I want to see what he thinks of Alice, if what Edward said is actually true.

Angela and I part ways at the door, but not without a raised eyebrow from me when I finally get a good look at who she sits next to as per the seating plan. Ben Cheney. She looks absolutely glowing at this, but at the same time terrified. I smile to myself as I walk over to my seat next to Jasper. Or as Edward called him, 'Jazz.'

"How are we, today?" I ask him, settling myself in the seat.

"We are amused," he replies, putting on a British accent. His smirk ruins the effect though, but still causes me to laugh.

I pull my books out of my bag and try to ask as casually as I can while stealing glances of him from the corner of my eye. "So... Alice, aye?" I say, as eloquent as ever.

I see his smirk turn sheepish and a light blush coat his cheeks. I take that as confirmation that he's in love with the girl, like Edward said.

"Why didn't you do anything sooner?" I'm unable to stop myself from asking, or from my eyes meeting his.

He shrugs, but I can tell that it's not the casual gesture he's trying to make it seem like. His shoulders are too tense to pull it off.

I just stare at him, letting my expectant gaze say all that I wanted to.

"It's complicated," he says with a sigh.

What could be so complicated about young love? It all seems pretty straight forward to me; you like someone, so you go talk to them. If they like you back, what's the problem?

"You're, what, seventeen? Eighteen? What the hell could be so complicated?" I let my own confused frustration out, which makes my voice a bit loud. The teacher, whose name I've yet to learn, shoots us an aggravated look, but once he sees that I'm talking to Jasper, he continues on with his lesson that no one's really paying much attention to. Hell, I don't even know what the class is.

Jasper lets out a quiet chuckle. "I can't say," he responds, much quieter than I did.

"You like her," I say slowly so even a three year old would understand. "She's crazy about you." His eyes light up and he gets a sheepish smile on his handsome face. "So sort out whatever's so fucking complicated and snatch Alice up before someone else does."

He's still smiling softly, but there's something puzzling in his gaze that I don't understand. "But what if the complication isn't mine to control?"

"If it effects your life, then you'll always have some say in it," I say, not thinking about his situation anymore. When my parents died, I was given two options. Enter the foster care system, or go and live with a complete stranger that just so happens to be my father. I didn't want to do either, I just wanted things to go back to how they were, but that couldn't happen. The world doesn't work like that. I chose the devil I didn't know, because I believed that nothing could be worse than the devil I did know. I was right, coming to live here has been really great. Different, but great. I still miss my parents every single day, but at the same time, I'm loving this new freedom. I was always under constanst pressure to be the best at everything, and now, even though Charlie has stupid rules about when to contact him, I'm still left with the feeling of freedom.

My life isn't just school, after-school lessons, and then home anymore. I have time for friends, and I don't have anyone telling me that I'm slacking, even if I am the top of the class.

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents so, so much, and I'll always cherish and be grateful over the fact that they took me in and loved me, but I can't help wondering what my life would've been like if my biological mother hadn't of taken me away from this town.

I turn my thoughts back to Jasper, he so clearly wants Alice, but somethings holding him back. My only question is; what could be so complicated to hold him back?

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