The week that followed my (lack of) confrontation with Jasper left me drained, stressed, and most of all- conflicted. Jasper had been on my ass as expected, but he was so respectable that it pissed me off. I had expected him to be in my face, demanding answers the day after our somewhat-revelations, but he never made me uncomfortable or came off as aggressive in his obvious search for answers. My mind was all too happy with claiming that he did so for my benefit- but he's a Cullen at the end of the day, his family doesn't make scenes and he's notorious for being the most unreachable out of his siblings. That makes more sense, it really does but there are times when it looks like he's about to approach me and I freeze in response- it's almost like he stops? As if he knows I'm not ready to talk and he just turns away?

For a southern man, I was expecting him to be a little more…rough?

More like hoping- fuck, I didn't mean that!

I slammed my brush onto the bathroom counter with a little more force than I should've, because in unison the lighting flickered in warning. I sighed in relief when the bulb continued to work properly afterwards, once I did that and the bulb burst.

"Anita, stop fucking with the lights!"

Heat spread across my face and left me hollering a halfhearted "sorry" before I settled with splashing some water on my face to cool the burning. I need to get a grip, it's only been a week! There's no reason I should still be feeling this way. None at all, not a single six foot, blond haired, golden eyes, tasty pasty reason- pop!

The bathroom was bathed in darkness, glassing flying across the room, and I sputtered as my mom shouted my name from downstairs. Her roaring voice shaking the house in the process.

"ANITAAA!"

Fuck you, Hale.

Bella had made it a habit to pick me up from the side of the road. She refused to accept my offers to pay for gas because my house is "on the way", but I know that there's a shorter route that she could take to get to school. I found out the only reason she took this longer route on our first day together was because she was trying to procrastinate arriving to school. Regardless, I'll find a way to pay this girl back for her generosity.

The ride to school was the same as always, full of energy and animated conversations about home life, what we discovered about Forks, what we were looking forward to, our plans etc, etc. the only thing that differed was the news of a man found dead from an "animal" attack. He had apparently been ripped to shreds- by what? They're still trying to find out. I was quick to move on from the topic, regardless of town speculation- I knew it wasn't an animal that took down that poor factory worker. It was a vampire or three- the same ones that I had the misfortune of running into. For a moment I questioned if it was the Cullens- a picture of Jasper looming over a human victim flashed but instead of fear- all I felt was disgust at myself for assuming.

Bella must've noticed my shift in demeanor because she quickly changed the subject and began speaking to me about how Mike was acting "weird" around her. I was eager to tease that he might have a crush on her and was thrown into a fit of laughter by the look of utter horrification she display. Bella hissed at me not to laugh and decided to tease me on Tyler's behavior toward me, but I shrugged it off with an:

"Of course he does Bella, that boy thinks with his penis"

Bella promptly almost crashed the truck after laughing so hard that tears blurred her vision. I held my stomach, choking at her to stop making me laugh or I'd pee- as us females usually do.

"Not on my seat!"

It was a routine that I was glad to be a part of, especially on days when Jasper is involved. Pre-gaming baby.

Bella pulled her truck into the lot and quickly went for the first spot she saw open, which was pretty decently close to the school. I slipped out of the passenger's side and swung my bag over my shoulders before catching my reflection as I shut the door. I examined myself in the side mirror and gave myself a proud smile. As fucked in the head as I was this morning, I pieced myself together pretty fucking nicely. Due to Fork's forever frigid cast, and by that I mean it's fucking cold-cold now, I was once again forced to wear pants, but I wore these black pleather jeans that made my ass look thicc (with two Cs) and a red figure snatching bodysuit with long sleeves and a mock turtleneck, I decided to throw on a light wash jean jacket for an extra layer because fuck, even the roads are iced today. I was happy to see the outfit complimenting my curvy athletic build. On my feet were black two-inch heeled booties because. I've been in the heels mood lately, I'm usually a sneakerhead but heels give me the confidence to deal with bullshit.

And bullshit is exactly what I dealt with at Forks. From the instant Bella pulled into the lot, I could feel an annoyingly familiar pair of eyes on my being. I shot an exasperated look toward the blond vampire, not having the heart to give him a full on glare even though the moment called for one. Jasper noticed my conflicting emotions and barely had the decency to hide an obvious smirk as he turned away from me to speak with his "twin"- at this point I'm questioning everything. After all, this is a vampire who I've found to be gifted with pathological powers posing as a high school senior- I think my skepticism is justified.

However, my attention, for once, was not on the blond hottie with a killer smirk, it resistantly fell on the boy with copper tinged hair and a sullen look on his face as he exited the nicely designed family car. My eyes flickered to Bella in an instant and I sighed noticing the look of distraught awe she wore as she took in Edward's presence. They flickered back to the broody "teen" and I raised a brow when our eyes connected in a firm bind- now him I can glare at.

Edward's brow quirked but his eyes darkened, I simply rolled mine- This bitch is only allowed to be scared of the same thing once. We can scrap, and that on facts.

His brows furrowed for a second and I could see confusion fill his features, which in turn caused me to be confused because why the fuck is he looking like that? It's almost as if he doesn't realize he was such an ass to Bella and is confused as to why I don't fuck with him.

"Anita, let's just go" Bella tugged at my arm and began dragging me toward the large poorly constructed building we called school.

I huffed as I turned my attention back to my beautiful brunette friend. I even stomped my foot a tiny bit- I've been frustrated all week and now is the perfect opportunity to relieve some frustration- and she won't let me!

"Bella! I just wanna-"

"Nu-uh, no way, I know that look- that's the same look you gave that dude for bumping into us and not apologizing before you tried to fight him"

"He was a burly bitch and I've been sore lately! I would've been ok if he'd said sorry- he just looked back at us and kept walking like an asshole!"

"You threatened to end his bloodline"

"Babe, that was a promise"

Bella let out a poorly concealed laugh through a huff of air and lightly pushed me pass the group of five with a little more zest. I snorted noticing her poor attempt to avoid a confrontation. Bella gave me a look that pleaded with me not to start a problem as we passed by the group and I decided, just for now, to drop it.

"Whatever, Ani, I just don't want my dad having to arrest you"

"He would never, your dad loves me, B- you're stuck with me now bitch"

"You're such an ass"

"Ooh, Bella's using her big girl words"

"I can't stand you"

But the beaming grin on her face told me else wise and I could feel my worries, for the moment, dissipate. She had successfully prevented me from causing a scene in the middle of the parking lot with the school's notorious resident family. When I say it like that, it does seem like the poorest of choices by fuck it, life's a bitch and then you die. Gotta live putting up a fight at least.

I walked into my AP Physics class with much struggle- for the life of me I can't find it in me to like this class. When I first started it I thought I'd be fine if I could force myself to listen- but I hate it. Oh I fucking hate it. It's so boring and in order to pass you have to pay attention, but in order for me to pay attention I have to be intrigued. This class doesn't tickle my pickle, it's not my cup of tea- it's boring. Besides, kind of hard to focus when you got a 5'9 blonde goddess glaring daggers into the side of your head as the teacher continues lecturing obliviously.

"What, the fuck, are you staring at, Aphrodite?" I craned my head subtly to face her so that the teacher wouldn't notice. Rosalie's glare, if possible, intensified- if she'd been a sorceress I would've been on fire. Her words were like venom, ironically, as she spat them in a surprisingly well controlled hushed fury.

"Stop messing with my brother"

I couldn't stop the scoff that fell past my lips as my body turned to address her. The hot fiery grip of indignation wrapping around my words,

"Tell your brother to leave me the fuck alone then"

"You're the one entertaining him"

I blanched staring deep into Rosalie's golden eyes- how am I fucking with Jasper? I'm the one trying to avoid said blond beauty! He's the one trying to get my attention! (Not that he even has to try).

"I'm not?" I swore mentally hearing it come out more as a question than a statement. Rosalie scoffed hearing it too before she turned away from me in a huff- not that I really cared. I didn't bother hiding the eye roll I sent her way. But fuck- you know the nagging sense in the back of your mind? It's a loud persistent mantra almost that forces ideas and doubts to the forefront of your conscience until you've got no other choice by to acknowledge them? It was fucking happening.

I mean maybe I was messing with him? I was the one to be uncharacteristically friendly when I met him and was too obvious in my interest in him- and then I shut him out! And I mean that in a literal sense of blocking his emotional range on me, or whatever it was that he could really do. And then I figuratively shut him out by ignoring the fuck out of him (which I was doing poorly). Thoughts such as this festered in my mind because- how else would she know about this unless Jasper told her? As in the nonchalant looking vampire confided in his sister to discuss whatever the fuck was going on between us. Because it would be a lie to say there wasn't something going on between us- I wouldn't be feeling this guilt if I was ignoring some regular basic ass clown.

I wanted to tell her all this- I felt like I needed to explain myself because of how close she was to him. However she's not the one that needs to be hearing this- it's not her I'm messing with.

But he isn't some regular guy! He's a vampire, and so is she! And Alice and Edward and Emmett- but they're still people. They still have feelings and don't deserve to be villainized when when they've done nothing wrong.

It was thoughts like this that prevented me from thinking rationally. Or simply noticing the bell ring signaling for me to switch classes. Rosalie looked proud of herself as she exited the classroom in a smug saunter while I trudged out the class with a grey cloud looming over my head.

As what had become the usual, my classes went by in a matter of seconds as I pondered my relationship (if you could even call it that) with the southern boy who stood out like a star amongst a blank night sky. He grabbed my attention by just existing and it was mind numbingly alarming. It left me in a state of awe while simultaneous suffering a panic attack.

By lunch time I had managed to give myself a headache that left me pouting as I rubbed my temples, it felt as though my brain had split down the middles and one side had claimed itself "Pro-Jasper" and the other had name itself "Pro-Bitch-what-the-fuck-is-going-on-with-you-get-a-grip". I was currently in between both of them, trying to decide which one should I let rule over.

I sighed as the bell rang once again, now alerting me that I had about fifty minutes to eat and unwind until the next two classes before I was allowed to go home. I pushed pass one of the unnecessarily heavy double doors and entered the cafeteria with the world on my shoulders. Or my world, to be less dramatic. It was becoming more of a hassle to ignore the blond than it was to indulge in this bullshit.

And then, in a simple moment of coincidence- I was enlightened. I don't know what drew me to him or why I was always so hyperaware of his presence, but from the moment I stepped into the cafeteria- I could sense him. More importantly, I could feel his searing gaze kiss my skin, my body shivered feeling the intensity of his gaze and lit like a matchstick. I was on fire- without a hint of trouble my gaze latched onto him- picking him first out of a body of students. To my surprise, his eyes weren't focused on me- or my face for better terms. No, his eyes trailed a path from the bottom of my feet and ascended tantalizingly slowly- it was like a lion stalking it's prey. I was terrifyingly desperate to be his prey.

It was in that moment that his eyes finally met mine and widened, if only slightly, at being caught before he bashfully offered me a genuine apologetic smile (which still looked like a smirk)- did I realize there was no right or wrong- there was only us and the moments we decided to share with each other.

This boy doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.

It was all that was on my mind, and all I needed to know that I was done fighting and ready to just...live in whatever moments we had together.

So, instead of glaring at him as he most likely expected me to- I didn't fight my blush and allowed for a smirk to fall on my face as I sent him a wink. Jasper froze, his face going slack and his eyes darkening just a few shades before he sent me the most excruciatingly sexy smile that seemed to challenge me. I bit my lip to hold back a squeak of excitement- because I fucking refuse- and turned to the lunch line to grab some "food". Before I fully turned, I saw Emmett slap his hand on Jasper's shoulder, shaking him slightly and Jasper alertly clocking his head to his brother with the most annoyed face I've ever seen the Cullen wear.

My epiphany was a short lived victory, however, when Bella sulked her way into the cafeteria, trudging as though she'd been delivered an eviction notice and I didn't have to guess why.

Edward you ass, on Jesús we're gonna rumble, I'm about to put that on my motha.

I glared at the copper haired asshole and as if sensing my stare said Cullen spun to face me with an incredulous look on his face- as if I'm the one who was acting outta pocket. Fuck outta here.

"Anita, stop glaring at Cullen" it was Angela who said this and I groaned lowly knowing he could hear her clearly. Bella practically threw herself into her seat and leaned against me with a sigh so pitiful I poured for her stoic features.

"Que pasa Bella?"

Her big doe brown eyes stared up at me with so much restrained hurt and I flinched seeing those same eyes on a decapitated doe head- lifeless and full of untapped potential. The three red eyes figures flashed in a blurry haze next and I felt myself jolt backwards, if only a little. That one was different from the other trauma-flashes I've had- that one had a clear message to it. That one was a warning for Bella.

Bella lifted her head up in poorly hidden alarm, her brows furrowing the slightest as her eyes scanned my face- it seems my face had shown my panic for a split second. Coupled with the way fearfully pulled back- it's no wonder she placed a hand on my shoulder as if to ground me to reality and squeezed reassuringly. This wasn't the first time this has happened, no matter how i look at it- I was traumatized by those three vampires. It pissed me off and terrified me at the same time. It's usually the "(what if)s" that get me. As Bella scanned me I scanned her neck, eyes the old charm I gave her that radiated with magical energy- she's safe as long as she keeps it on her neck.

"Anita, you okay there?" Surprisingly, it was Jessica who caught on to my off behavioral spike, but it was Bella who understood the gravity of the situation.

Bella stopped pushing to understand why moments like this happens- probably assuming it has to do with my life before Forks, and I was thankful for that. Part of me still felt the need to warn her every time we parted ways. Especially with the- I shuttered. The nightmares I've been having this past week warning me not to bother with addressing them.

"I'm fine, Bells, verdad. Estoy bien, besides- I asked you what's wrong first" Bella wants to learn spanish, so ive taken up giving her the basics for now.

Bella didn't buy my half-smile or false comfort, her eyes told me she was worried but she dropped it- for me. With some reluctance she conceded and promised to tell me after school, my brows quirked but she shook her head as if hearing my unspoken question. She wasn't comfortable talking about it with our current company. I nodded in understanding, ready to move on with the day.

When the bell rang, Bella and I were the first out of our seats. Although I came to the realization of not being a total bitch to Jasper, the man still had a powerful effect of clearing my mind when I needed to think and filling it up when I needed it clear- it was frustrating.

I spent the next period wondering how to approach him now that I was done attempting to ignore his existence. And also learning my fourth year of ASL, a bitch already knows Spanish.

When I walked into my final class, the atmosphere felt heavier than usual, but that could just be me. My fingers gripped my history textbook in a tight white tipped grip and my footsteps were a little more rigid. As usual, Jasper was already in his seat, head down as he focused on whatever text from the book that he took liberty in reading. His features were pained and over the week I had noticed how rigid he always looked when I wasn't around. I know it has to do with his secret, but I was afraid to make assumptions- I'd done that enough.

However, after just a couple of steps into the classroom- Jasper's head snapped up and I saw this look of relief that I hadn't been expecting from him. His eyes were dark- an abysmal black that threatened to swallow me whole. But why were they so dark all of a sudden.

"Ma, have you ever met a vampire wi- that didn't have red eyes?"

"No, unless they're hungry a vampire's eyes are usually red, in the case that they're starving they turn black but they also have a red tint to them- why?"

It was a question I had asked the day of the attack- something I completely disregarded because I stopped listening after "no". Does that mean Jasper's hungry? Not just hungry- starving? Is that why he looks so stiff all the time? No, not stiff- tormented. Even Jessica introduced him to me as the "boy who looks like he's in pain" as if it's been going on since he's been here. But that doesn't explain the relief in his eyes when he saw me- why did he look so normal now compared to when I walked in.

Thoughts like this took up so much energy that i ended up walking torturously slow to our table. Jasper didn't hide the confusion on his face as he noticed my stiff steps. Thinking gets harder around him, I need time to think.

I sat beside him like I was testing to see if the seat would burn me. He didn't say anything, I didn't expect him to- these past few days he's giving me more space to myself. Which I need since ma's been on my ass every day with training- but today I desperately wanted to talk to him. I was just too cluttered to make the first move- there was so much I wanted to talk to him about, I didn't know which one to bring up or how.

"So...you like blood"

"Are you hungry, yknow since you don't eat human food"

"How's the weather been for you"

"Do you feel what I feel?"

"Did I hurt you?"

The last one caused my face to contort shamefully- I had hurt him. I know that. I wanted to apologize.

Much like my first day here, a stack of papers were being passed through the columns, thinning with each student it was passed along to until two pieces remained and were both handed to me.

I was trying to think of what I said to him the first time we met before I came to the frustrating realization that he was the one that spoke to me first. I huffed in annoyance and glared at the papers in my hand.

"May I have my paper? Or do you plan on showing the teacher that you can do this all on your own"

The memory of our teacher trying to play me on my first day surfaces causing me to scoff indignantly- the anger was enough to override my thoughts for time being and pushed me to respond.

"I'm a grown ass woman, I don't need a man to do my work for me"

I winced. That was not what I needed to say. It was rude and unnecessary- Jasper give a deep raspy chuckle, the corner of his lips upturning in his delicious signature smirk. My mouth opened prepared for when my mind came up with a response. But it was his words that left me mutely burning in my seat.

"Yes ma'am"

It was- such- he! UGH!

I mean honestly! Kid knows what he's doing to me when he says something like that right? On Santamaría he knows! And if he don't know, now he knows! Because a bitch is bitting her lips to stop the smile fighting to display itself. I mean I felt like throwing myself at him- and that was not the plan! The plan was to say "hi, how are you" and keep it moving! I just wanted to start off cordial and now I want-

I puffed a breath of air to keep myself calm.

"Jasper, we've talked about this, right? There's certain things you can't say because I don't know how to react to them"

Jasper's pearly white teeth peeked through an emerging smile of his own. I could practically feel his welcomed surprise at my familiar flirting. It was crazy to think this man enjoyed me coming on to him. This man who was crafted by the hands of the Universe itself, liked me flirting with him.

"My apologies, Darlin', I don't do it with ill intent"

I stared at his daring semi-smirk and scoffed.

"That's cap"

"Pardon me?"

It's when he says things like this that have me questioning just how old he is- he looks no older than 18 to me, but he talks as though we're in the 1800s. It had my subconscious reeling for me to pull back and shut down- but I didn't want to. Because, right now, I didn't care.

"It's means- you're lying, Mister Hale, I believe you do it on purpose"

"I never said it wasn't on purpose, now did I, Darlin'?"

I coughed out an incredulous bubble of laughter and slid him his assignment sheet. He straightened up and regarded the paper with an ordinary amount of recognition but his eyes weren't focused on the questions- they were too busy dancing with the emotions he refused to show me. I never noticed how reserved he seemed to be around others- even though the school had made sure to let me know their views on him, Jasper was never rigid around me. At least, not as rigid as I assumed he'd be. He didn't talk much and often kept his head down, but he definitely enabled our conversations, knowing how to get me going with very few words. His drawl was always smooth and controlled- even when at times it came out a little too stiff and forced. I noticed these times to be whenever the teacher or any other student would approach us, as the teacher wanted us to rely on our classmates as resources and we had the best marks in class.

Sometimes he would stop talking completely and I was left to remind our classmates of what they'd forgotten. He would always wait a while after they left to speak again, almost like he was building up strength. I wanted to know why, what made me different to him?

"Jasper, are you okay?"

He nodded robotically not speaking a word. It looked like he was holding his breath- until I realized he was simply not breathing. Do vampires need air to survive? I've seen him breathe before- but now that I think about it- he doesn't need to.

My thoughts were cut off by the final bell ringing. I was slow to pack my belongings, still somewhat concerned over the blonde who was now gripping his knees as students flocked to the front of the room. There was not a shred of gold in his irises as he stared at the student body, jaw clenching and foot tapping. He was trying so hard. I felt an odd sense of pride staring at him- he could do it, but he chose not to. Whatever the reason, it was enough for me to do what I did next.

His attempt at self control was clearly there, but who knew how long before he would snap- so I did something that would have my ancestors rolling in their graves. I helped him out. His eyes snapped to me in a cautious regard as my hand reach out and landed it on his bicep (because I deserve a treat for being so good).

I wanted to tell him that he'd be fine- but how could I reassure him without tipping him off that I knew? So instead I stayed silent as I worked on erasing the scents around us and silencing the room of sound, clearing the room of the various signs of human life. Jasper's eyes didn't lighten up, but they did widen in surprise. I jumped seeing the burning suspicion lit in his eyes and offered a hasty "see you tomorrow, Jasper" before rushing out the classroom.

And much like before, when I opened the history door, I exited the main entrance doors, where Bella had made of habit to wait for me after classes, her teacher often dismissing her final period early. When our faces met she gave me an exasperated look telling me that we had a lot to go over- I sighed softly and motioned for us to start walking to her truck.

It was all she needed before she exploded with rare Bella emotion as she explained her plight with the Dumbass Cullen. I stayed silent as she spoke, taking in everything she offered me- words, expressions, gestures- Bella was surprisingly animated right now over a boy. As we reached her truck she stuttered in her rambunctious reiteration of this morning. Her face slacked and her eyes widened before she turned away in a huff- I followed her previous line of sight and was displeased to see none other than Edward, our gaze clashing challengingly.

However, fate had plans the disrupted our little staring contest- in the form of a blue van.

I felt it before anything, this uproar of dread flooding my system out of literal nowhere- much like when I was attacked a week ago. It flooded my senses and caused a surge of adrenaline to pump through my veins. Now, here's the thing- there are many ways a sorcerer differs from a regular human. One way is how our body reacts when in a crisis- this is due to the magic that courses through us. Our minds and hearts speed up making everything around us seem much slower- this allows our reflexes to heighten insanely and forces away any obstructing panic we might've had.

Following the sudden shift in sense was the unmistakeable screech of tires without traction on an asphalt road. It was like scratching a rusty nail against a worn out chalk board. Only it was couple by the petrified screams of onlookers who were too sadistically intrigued to look away.

Then I saw it. It was unmistakably Tyler Crowley's medium blue mini van that was gliding across the icy roads like a first time ice-skater. And it was heading straight towards us. Although it seemed to be going in slow motion, the rational part of my head knew that it wasn't and that I had to move fast. My eyes flickered to a petrified Bella who dropped her belongings and turned to me in horror- behind all the fear I saw a spark of concern...directed towards me. It told me that if she could, she would've tried to save me and it only made what I was about to do that much easier. The van was coming towards us alarmingly fast- I waited for the most opportune moment, if I plan to survive this- I can't have people knowing what I can do. I felt the ring on my finger surging with energy and I could hear it vibrate with life- all I need to do is hit the van with enough energy to stop it from crushing us- then I can say Bella and I got out in time to avoid being hit- simple.

My perfect simple plan however, had one major flaw that arrived in the form of none of than- Edward Cullen. Just as the van got close enough for me to stop it- he appeared. He practically threw Bella against her own truck behind us and shot a hand out to block the van from hitting them- I think it was then that he bothered to notice me because he had successfully saved Bella by hitting the back of the van. This made the front swing toward f me- who was sand which between Tyler's van and Bella's truck. I saw it coming slowly, a million thoughts racing through my mind of what to do- it was too close for me to safely hit it with energy, I could focus energy into my hand and block it like Edward, but the force of the van would probably shatter my arm in the process. Or-

With no time I snapped my finger and was now on the other side of the Bella's truck- which shook with vigor as Tyler's van slammed into it softer than I expected but with enough momentum to cause damage.

"ANITA!"

Bella screamed for me and I frowned hearing the panic stricken cry fall from her lips. She must've not seen me transport, but you know who did- Edward-Fucking-Cullen, that's who did. In the moment of Bella being safe his eyes peeled from her, finally noticing me and I could see the sheer shock of my presence and horror of realization that he had while seeing the van swing toward me. He did twitch toward me, or at least that's what it looked like before I blinked my ass out of there, so he made an attempt to save me. Which made it hard to be mad at him for nearly killing me- even though his involvement was completely unnecessary. My plan would've worked, I'm not a dummy I know how to block a moving object. Even one that seemingly weighs a ton.

I was quick to run over to where the two vehicles had collided, I noticed Tyler in the front seat and dashed towards the driver's side. His body was slumped over and I panicked seeing a bit of blood trickle down the side of his head.

"Tyler- Ty! Wake up my mans!" I tapped him roughly, knowing to never shake trauma patients, and after a few seconds he groaned, his eyes blinking slowly.

"I'm sorry" he croaked out and I shook my head, telling him it wasn't his fault. He honestly couldn't have known this would've happened.

"It's ok, just stay awake for now, someone must've called the ambulance by now, Bella is fine too! I'm gonna check on her to make sure- ok? Stay awake, ok?"

He nodded and attempt to lift himself up, but I could see the struggle. I patted his back softly telling him to rest before rushing around the van to get to my favorite brunette. People had started to crowd the second I opened Tyler's door and some were surrounding her. It was only her though- Edward must've taken off and as if on cue I heard a door slam a small distance away. This urge to look in that direction flared inside of me and I found myself turning into the gaze of a pain stricken Jasper Hale who was being forced into Edward's car by Emmett Cullen. Even from here, I could see Jasper's tight grip on the car's door indenting the metal effortless. I sucked in a breath of air- this had been my first time seeing him do something so- inhuman. Emmett said something that made Jasper turn to him in surprise before the buff vampire pushed an unsuspecting Jasper into the car and shut the door quickly. Had it been a better moment- I would've been laughing.

But it wasn't, I needed to get to Bella.

"Hey, get the fuck outta my way if you're not gonna help" I shoved everyone out of my way and placed my hands on Bella's shoulder. Attempting to ground her.

"Bella- are you-"

"Oh My God- Anita!"

Her arms flung around me in a hurry and I was quick to do the same. Squeezing tightly despite trying to be gentle- Edward yeeted this girl into her truck- it looked so painful I'm glad he didn't notice me.

"I saw- the van! You were in the middle! I thought-"

"I know, hey I know, I'll explain later- I promise but for right now we need to get you checked out- ok?"

"You don't even have a scratch on you or-"

"Bella, not right now, I promise I'll explain later"

I had too much on my mind right now. I got my hardcore, first person experience proof that the Cullens' weren't your average small town family. I also had made a grave mistake because amidst it all- Edward had seen me use my powers, he was already fucking suspicious of me for whatever reason, but now...I wasn't the only one with proof.

The ambulance ride was a mess and I ended up having to fight to get on with Bella. But it gave me time to think- which was more of a curse than a blessing.