SUPER ULTRA RAMBLE #1
Hi guys! This is Noodles speaking. Just wanted to give you a "head's up" about this fic.
First, I do not take any credit for the characters or places that are from Stephenie Meyers Twilight (I totally love it! Duh. Why else would I write a fic! whacks self) ANYWAY, this is my disclaimer…yeah. Don't go getin' any crazy copywriting thoughts swirling around in your already over imaginative brain ok? Just kidding! Haha. I crack myself up. Back to the point of this ramble once again… This is an OC x Jasper relationship. If you think, I'm stealing Jasper from Alice, DON'T READ IT! I really don't want a million comments griping because of the pairing. Personally, I think Alice is like a sister to him but whatever, think what you will. Thank you to those who do decide to read it. It means a lot to me. More on how and when I came up with this in the next chapter…
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1. First Day
The cold wind stirred me from my shallow and confused sleep. Wearily, I lifted myself from the bed and headed into my bathroom. What a dream, I thought, as I pulled my hair out of my face. Cold sweat dripped from my limbs and I just couldn't shake the dream.
"I'm normal. Just because I have cat eyes and slight fangs doesn't mean anything…" I mumbled dropping the hair back down into my face. As I clamored back in bed, the dream returned yet again. This time the vividness of the dream was overwhelming.
Suddenly, I am in a field out skirted by a forest. I'm not alone either. There is a person shrouded by phosphoric light. Even though I was dreaming, I had a tingle go up my spine. Next thing I know, I'm fighting with this…thing…and then I see blood. In this dream, I look down to my hands and see claws poisoned with blood. Even more startling was the clearness of the forest in the night. Everything was as if looking through high definition nighttime binoculars.
"What am I?" I asked myself through the dream. Finally, weariness took its toll and I fell into a welcomed, dreamless, sleep.
Buzz! The alarm clock rattled so hard from the nightstand beside me I had to wake up. Downstairs, I could smell my brothers cooking and easily slid out of bed, visualizing the soft, Danny-made pancakes. Yawning, I put on my slippers and headed down.
"Hey Amber. You're up early today! Congrats!" Danny teased as he tossed a pancake skillfully onto a nearby plate.
"Shut it. Just give me my food." I grumbled. With a smile, he slid the plate full of pancakes to me and went on rambling about his stupid news. For an older brother, he sure had a huge "dad" complex.
I quietly downed my breakfast and headed upstairs to change. Usually, I'd just throw on whatever came out of the drawer first, but today I felt like dressing up to my "emo girl" standards. I combed out my dark auburn hair and arranged it by shaking my head full of gel and straightening out the bangs in front of my eye. I donned a band shirt, shabby jeans, a white studded leather belt, my favorite white bandana (as a bracelet) and my curious eyeliner that cascaded in delicate swirls off my uncovered eye.
Although it was my first day of school at Forks, I had a feeling I was still unknown about. After all, it wasn't as if my dad was the mayor or anything pertinent. Nope, I was just you're plain old girl. At least I thought.
When I finally arrived to school, I couldn't happen to notice a shiny new Volvo standing out against the other cars--and the downpour. From this car stepped five elegant, well-built, gorgeous people who walked gracefully toward the school. I was so interested in this I almost tail-ended someone and quickly turned into the nearest parking space. I mean, so what if it was a newer car? It possibly couldn't be better than my old Trans Am… right?
I received my schedule from the office and headed toward my homeroom. It said the class was in block three building two. Wasn't that the senior block? As I pondered if my old school test records had finally caught up to me, I noticed the people gossiping about me. It made me feel, of all things, angry. Why I couldn't tell you, but trust me, it did.
I walked into the classroom a few minutes early and got myself prepared for a long English class. When I gave the slip to the teacher to sign, I felt another presence or two enter.
"Nice to meet you Ms. Summers," the teacher greeted with a hearty smile, "Please, take whatever seat you please."
Silently, I slid into a seat near the front of the room. As I rearranged my now damp hair, I felt a tap on my back. As I turned, I saw the two guys putting on their best smile and knew instantly they were trying to pick me up.
"Hey. Haven't seen you around before. You must be new. Lemme introduce myself. I'm Chris and my friend here is David." He commented motioning to his friend and himself as he stated their names. "If you need any help around campus just ask us."
That was the last thing I'd do. Just as class began to start, I turned to the front and almost died of shock. Striding in were two of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. One had messed up hair resembling mine but rust colored, well built, toned. The other boy was leaner, blonde, and more fragile looking. The one with blonde hair caught me with his…this couldn't be right…purple eyes and turned abruptly after doing so. The one smiled a bit, nodded courteously and walked on somehow amused or confused.
All through the hour, I could feel set of eyes staring at me. I even knew the good-looking guys were staring at me. Was I really that new and unusual! I thought clenching my fists. Suddenly, the whole room bolted upright in their seats-- even the teacher-- and began to frantically look around for something. After that, eyes no longer fell on me. No one even dared to look at me. Satisfying yes, but unsettling at the same time.
During my next class, I had met a group of girls who invited me to lunch with them. Politely, I accepted and followed them out after class. The moment I entered the cafeteria, all eyes fell upon me. Well, I say all but really I should say "most". The group of pretty people was in a corner looking at the wall and picking apart their food. Not staring at me like the rest. Grateful as I was, I couldn't help but feel a bit…dejected. I sat down at the table with the rest of the girls and sat gazing at the beautifulness emitting from the far corner of he room. A small giggle came from beside me and I turned to look. There sat a pretty pail skin, dark eyed and haired girl trying to keep herself from giggling further.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I did that too when I first came here too. Don't worry about my giggling. I couldn't help it. Name is Bella by the way. I don't think I've seen you around here before."
I smiled back replying, "Amber Summers. It's my pleasure to meet you. Just who and what are they anyway?" The corner possibly couldn't be human. They were too pretty and gorgeous. Nymphs perhaps? Nah. Nymphs would like to be in the spotlight. Whatever they were, they were different either way.
Bella's smile faded a bit before answering, "They're the Cullens," she pointed and named them all off stopping on the rust haired one, "and that one is my boyfriend Edward. Don't get me wrong, they are super people. They're just a bit," she stumbled for words before coming up with one that fit her sentence, "closed for say."
Something in me said she was lying, but I let it drop. We even compared schedules to see if we had any classes together.
"Hey look! You have Calculus with Edward and me! Wait, aren't you a junior though?" she stated confused and elated all at once. She really was a cute girl.
"Yeah I'm just in senior classes because of my brains. Not because I have a choice. The state seems to think that my scores are too high for me to be in the classes I'm in so they stick me in excelled courses. Basically, I'm a junior taking senior classes."
Bella smiled slyly, "Good! You can help me then." The bell rang and people began to shuffle out the door like cattle into the butcher house. The corner had already embarked on the quest to defeat cold, except for the one that ended up mysteriously beside us. Up close, he was super gorgeous. Bella was too lucky. Why did she get a super-hot boyfriend? All and all they were cute together. Inside, I was happy for her though even though jealousy plagued my thoughts.
"Hey Edward," she said casually as we broke the threshold, "Have you met Amber yet?"
Edward looked me up and down before replying in an all too dreamy voice, "No. I don't believe I have. Nice to meet you." I blushed slightly despite myself and sat quietly through the awkward silence. Bella however, was brave enough to break it.
"Do you need help finding our next class?" she stated quickly.
I looked from Edward (who was trying to lock eyes with me for some reason) to Bella quickly. "No, no. I'll be fine. Thank you for the offer!" Hastily, I turned toward building four. Behind me, two guys followed, mumbling. To my distaste, they were talking about me.
"Hey, the new girl is pretty hot man…" one said nudging his friend.
"Yeah she is. I wonder if she's easy to get?" the other implied. By this point the pencil I was twirling between my fingers snapped. In my mind, I prepared a great speech. I'm not easy to get! If you want that go to Robinson Street and go rent you a hooker, you slime bag! I thought as I turned to yell it. To my surprise, they were both wide-eyed and instantly their gaze fell to the ground before they shuffled past. I didn't even get to say anything and they ran off. Good, I thought, less I have to deal with.
As I walked into Calculus Bella motioned for me to take a seat near her, Edward, and to my surprise, the blonde guy from English. Gracefully, I sat where instructed. Awkwardly enough, I was behind Bella, Edward, and right next to the blonde Cullen. Inwardly, I wished I had paid closer attention to their names.
When I turned to look at Bella Edward looked back to me. "What did you say?" he asked monotonously.
I looked at him dumbly, "What do you mean? I didn't say anything…" Bella then joined the conversation.
"Edward. Quit looking at her as if she's crazy. She really didn't say anything." Edward turned his head back to the front and mumbled inaudibly. Obviously, the Blonde One could hear it and smiled a bit. Therefore, Bella was the pant wearer in the relationship. Interesting how things worked out like that.
We had just started copying problems from the board when a note somehow arrived on my desk. Slowly I opened it regretting the moment I touched it. It read:
Hey, I think you are cute.
Just wanted to know if you wanted to go out tomorrow night. Here is my number and the time. Think you can make it?
The letter was almost terrifying to me. In my neat, small script, I wrote "no" and passed it back. The letter returned once again and I proceeded to write the same thing twice as big. Just leave me alone already, I thought crumpling up a page of notes on accident. I noticed that the Blonde One was staring at me. With a sheepish smile, I waved at him and promptly returned to my work. From the corner of my eye, I could see him smiling. I was happy that I amused him so, but I pondered if he was mocking me.
The rest of the day was quite uneventful. The P.E. teachers pestered me about joining a team due to my athletic ability. As I headed back to my red Trans Am and noticed a silhouette against the side of it. I secretly hoped it was the Blond One. However, the instant I saw the burlesque build and absence of the Volvo I knew different. My hopes dropped beyond recuperation when I noticed it was the note passer from Calculus.
"Hey," I started in giving him my "go to hell" glare, "What part of 'No' do you not understand? No means no got it?" By this time, he stood between the door and me. "Move or I pound your face in."
"Aw, c'mon. I can't let a pretty girl like you turn me down." He sniggered leaning against my car. Suddenly, my rage increased and I dropped my things, rolled up my sleeves. He just laughed and called me "cute" and other ridiculous things that didn't describe me at all.
The moment I raised my fist and charged a white fist flew past and hit the guy for me. I stopped dead in my tracks and lowered my arm. The note passer obviously didn't want to fight whoever saved me and ran off with a black eye and bloody nose.
"Thank," I started in turning around to see my savior, "you…" I noticed behind me stood Blondie, his arm over my shoulder. From this particular angle, he looked like a martyr more than anything else did.
Without smiling, he walked past clenching his fist. "Don't mention it. Guys like that bother me." He kept walking.
"So…I didn't catch your name…" I prompted hoping he'd catch the drift.
Suddenly, my anger faded into joy, "Jasper." he said turning to give me a smile before walking on. Thus ended my first day of school at Forks High.