I sucked in a breath of air seeing Bella's name flashing as a missed call and quickly sent her a text to check up on her. I know she had her mind set on confronting the broody Cullen boy with the nasty attitude, I wonder how that went?

My answer came in an instant: He's not even here! He hates me so much that he disappeared to get away from me! I didn't even do anything to him!

"Miss Rodriguez- off your phone please, thank you"

I ignored the snickers from my classmates and gave a solid tap with my index finger on the surface of my desk. A ping rang through the air- not that anyone heard aside from me. To sorceress, magic has a sound. It's like when you flap your arms really hard- you can hear the air- that "whoosh" sound. Certain charms, enchantments, and motions have specific sounds associated with them. For a simple an enchantment usually sounds like a petite bell.

My phone sat openly on my desk just beside my notebook- not that they could see it. Mr. Ferguson continued on with the class as I responded to Bella's text without intrusion.

Bella, you can't be sure he's avoiding you- even if he is, you'll see him again and get the chance to confront him.

Bella didn't take long to respond, giving me a lengthy message concerning Edward and his family's behavior toward her. Apparently whenever she sees them it's as if they're avoiding her too- Rosalie even going as far as to sneer at Bella.

What's up with this family? I mean sure, Edward's their brother and all but it's not like he has a reason to dislike Bella. She's never even held a conversation with Edward for him to know what he dislikes about her. I frowned, clearly able to see how this behavior was taking a toll on Bella's self-esteem.

Just forget about him, Bells, if he can't even give you a reason for his behavior then he's not worth the trip.

Bella's response said one thing, but I knew better than to take it seriously. I wouldn't be surprised if she never let it go.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

We left it at that.

It's not like I could blame her though, I would've been in the same boat if Jasper was a dick for no reason. I might've tried to fight him if I'm honest, it's the New Yorker in me, I can get very disrespectful- but I can't take it well.

The school's bell rang, and I jumped- had I spent the entire class thinking about- No. Nope. Nu-uh. A cute little crush is one thing, but to miss an entire class period wondering what it'd be like to be scooped up by those strong, pale, toned, yummy- NO!

In a panic, I threw my notebook in my bag and rushed out of the classroom as if my thoughts were at risk of being exposed to my peers. I experienced this feeling of dread and excitement that makes you think you're going insane and warrants an emotional wellness check. I mean- I don't even know the guy! At all- and I'm down for the get down with him! Clown Check. I'm radiating dumb bitch energy today. What's in this town's water? Cause it can't be me, I was fine before I started drinking their water.

The following classes consisted of me failing miserably to focus on the curriculum. How could I when I was distracted by all the wrong things. Three vampires prowling the streets for their next meal, the undoubtedly rigorous training ma was about to put me on, the possibility that the Cullens may be vampires, or the fact that all of these thoughts were put on the back burner whenever I thought of Jasper. At this point I'm getting frustrated with myself.

By the time I entered my AP Physics class, I was silently fuming. Was I hexed? - I scoffed, hexes aren't real, but if someone told me I was- I'd believe them! I greeted my teacher with what I meant to be a nod before making my way to my desk. The class once again graciously left the only spot available to be next to Miss Rosalie Hale- who didn't look too pleased when I practically slammed my book onto the table. I had managed to work myself up to the point where my ring was buzzing on my finger, waiting to be used.

Class started without a hitch and I did my best to focus on the material. Not that I needed it- I'm not going to be a physicist, nor do I want anything to do with science or math or this awful combination of the two. Regardless, I still forced myself to listen over-intently to the teacher's lecture. I was doing pretty fucking good! But I'm gonna be honest- I'm a nosy person, must've gotten it from my mom or something 'cause I can't help but to notice things I have no business noticing.

In this case, Rosalie seemed to be just a bit more on the rigid side today: her jaw was clenched, her usually perfect posture was bent over the desk, and her fingers were attempting to massage her temples. I wonder if she's ok. Clearly not, but maybe it's something personal- but what if it's about Bella? She did say Rosalie was as silently rude as her brother. I chanced it though when she let out of pitiful sigh.

"Hey, you ok? You look" I paused searching for the right word. "bothered"

Deep dark eyes flirted over to me and I almost jumped in surprise- hadn't her eyes been a golden-brown yesterday? It was a little darker outside today- maybe it's a trick of the light. Rose didn't respond but I honestly shouldn't have expected her to- her family was known for keeping to themselves and we obviously weren't friends.

"Can you-"

Oh, shit she's responding to me. Rosalie cleared her throat a little and sat a little straighter, but I could see a hint of apprehension on her face before she continued.

"Do you hear a ringing noise?"

My mind blanched, for a second every frayed thought I had from earlier had given me a chance to take in and digest her words. The first thing that came to mind was the last thing I wanted to think of.

Inhuman.

The word was a whisper from my subconscious but felt like it was being pushed to the forefront.

Yea, I heard a ringing- it's my ring that was buzzing with anger- not that it mattered because normal people can't hear it- it's not meant to be heard!

But then that one time when Jasper also looked at my ring-

Supernatural- no shut-up mind! This confirms nothing!

She was staring at me, waiting impatiently for a response that I wasn't ready to give. But I had to.

"U-Uh, yes yeah, yeah I've been hearing it all day, I think it's got to do with the um lights! Yeah, the lights! It's sounds like they're buzzing almost! Maybe they need to be changed?"

Fuck that was bad, I mean fuck- that was bad. Have I always been this bad at lying? Rosalie stared at me for a moment, before what could've been a muscle spasm, but I felt was the remnants of a defiant grin, appeared on her face.

"Maybe, thanks for the concern, Anita"

I smiled and turned to face the front of the class and took a much-needed breath of air. I need to calm my nerves, it's why the ring is being so loud today, my energy's been stressed, and it is only day two here at Forks.

I tapped my ringed finger on my thigh, trying to silence it but no ping sounded- meaning the enchantment didn't work. Makes sense, magic doesn't really work on magic- it cancels out, not all the time but sometimes. But she seemed to be physically bothered by the ringing, like it was giving her a headache? And I can't have her trailing the sound to my hand, it's pretty obvious it's coming for right beside her. So, inconspicuously as I could- I took it off.

My ring isn't the where my power comes from- it's more like a siphon or a translator. It allows my magical energy to flow out properly, as well as cycles in good and bad energy for me. I can do small stuff without it and I can also do some bigger things too- but it's not safe. Even old sorcerers tend to wear their rings or necklaces or bracelets till death- it's dangerous. Our rings are crafters from our energy and embedded in every piece of it- hence why no one else can use it.

With that being said- the world did seem louder than it was a second ago- but the ringing stopped.

From my peripheral Rosalie jolted, her body stilled for a second before she let out a relieved sigh.

Classes ended without a hitch and I made my way to lunch. I need a good distraction and food has never let me down before.

I grimaced at my tray in obvious distaste- I wouldn't call this food if the school paid me to. The only time I take that ring off is to go to sleep, it's been so long since I haven't worn it while awake that I was beginning to get a migraine. The world just felt so unfiltered, I could feel everything, and my mind was racing to distinguish what was important and what wasn't. Every living being has a trace of energy whether it be potential or kinetic or spiritual (something else entirely). Energy transfers from living to nonliving things all the time, the ring helps me decipher what is living energy, what is lingering energy, what type of energy it is. The ring then filters what I need to pay attention to; like in the woods, when I was being...hunted, I could easily distinguish that three new spiritual energy signatures were behind me- had I not been wearing my ring I wouldn't have even noticed the three figures and I would've- died. My eyes snapped shut when a throb of pain pulsed against my temple- yeah, definitely a migraine.

"Anita, are you ok?" It was Angela that asked, but everyone's attention fell on me next.

I snorted at the question- it was the last thing I wanted to be asked today.

"Just a migraine, this move's been a little more stressful than I anticipated"

"Hey, maybe you should go to the nurse's office- you look like you're in a lot of pain" it was Bella this time, who somehow managed to pull herself out of her Edward-centric head. Not that I'm mad at her, I've been pretty Jasper-centric these past two days.

I need to wear my ring, but I can't now. Not when so many people are looking at me. I waved my hand dismissively, not chancing to move my head.

"I'll be fine, I haven't been eating right, I keep forgetting breakfast and I pick at my plate- i just need to eat"

Angela and the others bought the story, but I could feel Bella's eyes on the side of my face and inwardly groaned at the look I could practically feel her making. Pulling out my phone I shot her a quick text, promising to "explain" later- of purse I couldn't tell her the truth but by the end of the day I'd have a better story.

Lying comes with having a secret, you get good at it after a while. It's a sad truth.

I was sort of hoping that would be the end of it, but my phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to see Bella sent me a message. I quirked a brow at the girl next to me, but she hid her mouth behind her hand and stared at me with to expectantly raised brows.

Unlocking the screen, i opened the message and instantly wished that I didn't.

Any reason why Jasper is eyeing you down like a snack?

Did it get hot in here? Why is my face so warm? I can feel it, and I mean that in a very literal sense- I can feel the heat pooling into my cheeks.

Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed by a miss Jessica Stanley who grinned in impish delight. I could see it in her eyes and knew that she had been waiting, yearning, to bring whatever was in her mind to fruition. And she shot her shot:

"Finally noticed Jasper Cullen staring at you, huh?"

The table fell into the sort of silence that's followed by tremendous noise- the calm before the storm silence. To my utter horror, it was Bella who broke the silence and incited the riot.

"He's been staring since they got here"

"I noticed too! Anita, anything you have to say to us?" Angela, no! Lauren scoffed at the table's topic of interest and for once I agreed with the bitchy girl.

"I-uh- no- guys- can't we talk about something else, please?"

"Oh my God, you so have a crush on Jasper!"

I want to disappear. I want to fucking vanish. Please, someone, save me from this. Because you know what's worse than having this conversation with the school's top two gossip girls? Is already suspecting the Cullen family of being something supernatural based of their extraordinary hearing! Rosalie and Jasper have both reacted to my ring when it vibrates- which rings a frequency human ears can't hear and the only reason I can hear it is because it's MY ring! If they can hear that- then I know, without a doubt that- they can hear this e-entire conversation.

I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I just- I wanted to see him? I wanted to know why he was looking at me or if he was looking at all. So I straightened my back a subtly as I could and slowly turned my head to where his family sat.

My body lit like a flame, I felt like I was on fire and he was the only thing that could cool me down. Like a popsicle of a hot sunny day. His damn near black eyes were undeniably centered on me in a deadlock and he didn't bother to hide it as our eyes met. Did someone just punch me in the chest? Cause that's what it felt like! Only difference is I liked it- the way he stole my breath away. I was half expecting him to be leering at me as Edward has been doing to Bella and yeah, when I caught him staring there was this look on his face, but it changed when our eyes met. My heart stopped when this man had the audacity to stare me in my face and smirk knowingly, his dark eyes twinkling in mischief before I turned away with the speed of a viper.

"Oh my God, he broke Anita"

By the end of lunch, I had my head buried in my hands and was a red as can be for someone as tan as me. How was I expected to focus on the things that mattered when this man decides to acknowledge my existence like that! I thought we had a mutual unspoken agreement to only acknowledge each other in class! I'm supposed to be worried about three rogue vamps and practicing my magic- but instead I'm wondering if my last name should be hyphenated or changed when we get married- when we're not even friends!

I barely registered the bell ringing and Bella had to operate my body for me as I tried but failed to convince her that I didn't like Jasper. She just snorted at me and told me to text her when the wedding's planned! Give me the benefit of the doubt at least!

Should I skip our classes and go home instead? Ma will be pissed but she'll get over it, I could just make up the wor-

"Anita! Wait up!"

You've got to be shitting me. I turned around to find myself in a similar position as earlier- face to face with the girl that practically confirmed my suspicions: Alice Cullen. I was filled to the brim with dread- until I saw her. There's just something about Alice that does well to distract me from her dangerous capabilities. She's just too...humane. Sure, she's a little quirky, but I can feel how genuine and pure her energy is. It's refreshing in a frustrating way.

"Alice, what's up?"

"Don't worry too much about Jasper, he's a little out of practice-"

Kill me, just kill me. I was so desperate for a topic change I said the first thing that came to mind.

"I-I want to cut my hair! I've been thinking about it, and hair is just hair, it'll grow! Plus, you said you'd do it for me, and I thought might as well give it a shot, right? Um when are you free? Also, how much do you charge? Services like this shouldn't be done for free, you're an artist after all!"

"Anita, breathe! No Jasper-talk right now- I get it, but are you serious about wanting your haircut? I would love to do it!"

The breath I released was much needed as I nodded my head in assurance. Alice was still for a second, her eyes glossed over but just for a minute before she blinked up at me and jumped to life.

"Give me a week! I want to make sure everything is perfect before I cut your hair! I'm so excited, it's been a while since I've had someone new to talk to"

I don't know why but hearing her say that made me feel so...sad. From what I've seen, Alice is the most lively out of her siblings, always jumping and twirling and smiling- yet the school alienates her for being a Cullen.

"Well, if you want it, I can give you my number and any time you wanna talk or hang, shoot me a text- I'll be there in an instant"

Alice beamed at my words, I'm talking pearly-whites-and-cresent-eyes beam. It was infectious to see, and I couldn't help but let out an excited giggle. In this moment, I couldn't care less if she was the wolf that ate red's grandma- Alice Cullen is a good person. That's on period.

We exchanged numbers and she once again walked me to my class before rushing to her own.

Just after she left, I pulled my ring from my back pocket and slid it onto my left hand. Fun fact, Sorcerers are ambidextrous- I personally use my right hand more when I talk so to keep the ring out of sight, I keep it on my left hand. Even with the enchantment, you can't be too safe. With the ring on my finger, I entered the classroom and smiled at my cheerful teacher who promptly started the class.

When I entered my final period, I was prepared to move closer to the front of the class and avoid Jasper. I've had crushes before and whatever I felt toward the boy was unreasonably more than a crush- I have too much shit on my plate to be distracted by a possible southern male model. However, to my utter surprise on the board were instructions for the class to pair up with the same partner as yesterday in order to play some jeopardy as a study guide for a test we'll have in a couple of days. The teacher was struggling to get the projector working and no one was willing to help him get class started.

My eyes shakily wandered to the boy with honey locks, who was busy tapping his pencil on the shared tabletop and "reviewing" his notes- baby, you're not fooling no one.

As I set my bag down gently, psyching myself into believing that if I made the least noise possible then he wouldn't know I'm here. I was proved wrong when he shifted in his seat as I seated myself and slid over a red expo marker- it was then that I noticed the well-used small whiteboard centered between us on the table. I muttered a thanks attempting to convey that I had nothing to say to him, a lie I was struggling to convince myself was true. This man could tell me he likes to eat glue and I would probably tell him all the risks included with that- but i would still be talking to him.

Jasper definitely picked up what I was putting down, but he didn't respond as I was hoping he would. I heard him sigh as before I the chair I was sitting on scratched the floor as he twisted it in his direction. I whipped my head to face him in indignation, ready to get on his ass for moving my chair when he spoke.

"Don't you start with me darlin', what is it that's troubling you?"

I blinked at him mindlessly for a second, my mind still reeling at the name Darling. It's so old but fit the way he spoke- vintage southern. I would've swooned if i wasn't berating myself for submitting so effortlessly. In an attempt to control my nerves, I stared at the board on the table- it's easier when i can't see his face. Or at least that's what I thought, turns out his presence in enough for me to lose myself.

"Nothing is wrong with me"

"I didn't ask what's wrong with you, I asked what's troublin' you"

Is it possible for someone's voice to sound as attractive as they look? Even so, i winced at the layer of annoyance I heard hidden in his tone. I'd be annoyed too, I guess, one day this chick is all over you (embarrassingly so) and the next she's trying to avoid you like the plague. Can't he just drop it though? I could feel the migraine from earlier tapping on the inside of my head while my ring was starting to vibrate due to my nervousness.

"I aint gonna drop it, darlin', you don't look too well"

I groaned hearing his words, that and the fact that the teacher just figured out how to work the projector so now he was loudly explaining today's very obvious agenda.

"Jasper please, drop it- please? My head hurts and I'm just- I'm tired, ok? I didn't sleep well last night"

I chanced a look at him, my brows furrowed at the surprising amount of honesty I kept with him. I hadn't planned to say all that- it was supposed to end at "drop it", but then he gave me this look like i had hurt him and I didn't want to end it there. I could tell he wasn't gonna let it end there either, but he conceded.

And then, the craziest thing happened to me- I jolted into an upright position as a foreign feeling tried coaxing me into a state of calm. This wasn't normal, I'm a sorceress- I know when something isn't right in a supernatural tense. The worst part? I could feel it coming from Jasper, who's face scrunched in confusion at my wide-eyed astonishment.

In that moment, I wanted more than anything to call him out. I wanted to push him away from him but not too far…I wanted to yell at him but apologize afterwards…I wanted to confront him…and accept him.

But I couldn't- because that would mean exposing him in a room full of humans and I knew that wasn't the move sis.

"Who wants to start off the game? Any takers for first dibs?"

I could see the confusion on his face as I shut him out- a barrier that blocked him from getting to me now placed between us. As he stared at me, I could see the revelation behind his eyes- he knew that I was actively barricading him and by the look of pain that followed- I knew it hurt him.

Before he could say anything, my hand shot up and I turned toward the front of the classroom.

"Great Depression for 800"

"There we go, lets get this ball rolling people! Who can tell me-"

And just like that, I had successfully…successfully pushed away Jasper Hale.

Hello! I just want to give a couple of heads ups before you continue with the story! I honestly should've done this from the jump, but here it goes!

- I see i poorly revised the last four chapters, my bad i right this on my phone during work, i started this cause i was bored but now i'm more invested in it.

-The story follows the movie (sort of) but I did add a character from the book just because i might want to do something with her, might not. She may not be important to my story at all.

- I am changing the timeline, and by that I mean it's not set in 2005 for me, because I don't want to do all the 2005 technology research and I might forget the time period and say things that don't add up. I'll say it's 2015, so that technology isn't too different from now.

-I make a lot of meme references that are out of time- I don't care, it's a fanfiction, pretend like it's relevant to that time period.

-Anita is my own character (you know this) and she's puerto rican- i really don't like subtitles in stories i personally feel like they pull me out of a story. I will always explain what was said in context. The story is mostly in her perspective, she speaks fluent spanish but you don't have to to follow along with the story, i purposely put very little spanish in here for this reason. (Also google)

-for anyone worried about Alice, I got my girl covered. I hate when a story makes her lonely or a total bitch, she's my favorite character and I got to do my girl justice.

-importantly, you don't have to read this if you don't want to. If you have constructive criticism DM me baby, i'm all ears. But it's on my profile- i'm petty people, don't.

-Most importantly, thank you for reading my story. I'll try to be consistent but i'm an adult (sort of) and I'm busy people. I do love to get feedback though and it encourages me to keep writing and updating you guys! There's not a set schedule cause if i try that, i wont bother following it.