Chapter Seven: Blood Type
The rest of the morning was nothing but a blur to me, even though it went by slowly. I was just excited to get to History- for once. At first, it was easy to repeat Jasper and I's conversation in my head but as the day went by, I couldn't help but think that I imagined the whole thing. Jasper didn't want to be my friend. Right?
I jumped in my seat when the bell went off, ending class. I shook my head at myself for getting so into my thoughts that I didn't even realize the time. That's probably why the whole day has been a blur.
Once I exited the classroom, I quickly spotted Bella and Jessica walking together towards the lunch room. I fell into step with them as Jessica greeted me with a smile, I smiled back at her as she continued her conversation. I felt my heart jump as I spotted the cafeteria doors. I wanted to see his face, maybe that would allow myself to believe that the conversation earlier actually happened.
"I think I'm gonna take a trip down to Port Angeles-" Jessica kept talking about her dance plans, not even realizing Bella and I's inattention. We were too busy looking over at the Cullen table. I felt my heart drop as I couldn't find those familiar Golden eyes. I looked over at Bella to see her also disappointed that Edward wasn't at the table either.
We reached the table after we grabbed some food, but I didn't feel hungry so I skipped out on getting something. Just grabbing a water to satisfy my dry throat.
"Jasper Hale is looking at you." Angela whispered looking over at me as I went to sit down. I looked back to what she was talking about to see that Jasper was indeed looking at me. "I wonder why him and Edward are sitting by themselves." She said looking at the table on the opposite side of the lunchroom.
I shrugged my shoulders as I looked back at Jasper. He nodded his head in my direction before glancing at the seat in front of him. "I'll be right back." I mumbled over at Angela.
I didn't give her a chance to answer as I got up from my seat and walked over to the table that Jasper was sitting at.
I stopped right before the table, looking down at Jasper. He pointed to the chair that was on my right before smiling, "Take a seat." I furrowed my eyebrows before pulling the chair out and sitting down looking at him.
Neither one of us spoke up so I cleared my throat looking around the lunchroom, "This is strange." I muttered under my breath.
Jasper raised his eyebrow at me in wonder, "Why's that?"
"Because you usually sit with your family." I answered like it was obvious.
He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned forward onto the table. "I told you, I'm tired of trying to stay away from you."
"You confuse me."
"I know." He smirked. "Your friends are angry that I took you away from them." He said looking back at my table. I looked back over my shoulder quickly to see them either looking at me and Jasper, or Bella and Edward.
I snorted before turning back to Jasper, "They'll get over it." I shrugged my shoulders before taking a drink of my water.
"I might not give you back." Jasper said grabbing the cap from the table before spinning it around his fingers.
I gulped hard as I heard his words. He looked up at me as he heard me cough a little, "Worried?"
"Not really." I said truthfully. "Surprised, yes." I shook my head at him.
"I just don't think that I'd be willing to let you go back." Jasper shrugged lightly.
"Is this you giving up?" I asked thinking about what he told me earlier at my locker.
He nodded his head at me. "I'm tired of being good."
"You confused me again."
Jasper's lips twitch as he looked down at the table, shaking his head. "I can't stop myself from speaking my thoughts to you. I also seem to be saying too much."
"Don't worry," I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm definitely lost to it all."
"I know." He laughed lightly.
"So, are we friends?" He looked over at me with a doubtful expression. "Or not?" I said sitting back in my seat.
"We could try." Jasper said mulling over my words. "But I really think it'd be best for you to stay away from me."
"You've said that and yet here I am."
"Here you are." Jasper smirked lightly, one side of his smile highly then the other.
We both stopped talking and I looked down at the table silently. His eyes were a bright golden color today, while just yesterday they were a murky brown.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" He asked looking at me with his brows furrowed.
I thought about telling him the truth verses lying and saying that I wasn't thinking about anything. I finally sighed as I looked up at him, "I'm trying to figure you out."
"Figure me out?"
"You're different." I didn't ask. I already figured out that him and his family were different.
He stayed silent not denying it, but not telling me that I was right either. But his silence made me believe that I was correct in my assumption.
"I'm trying to piece together what you are." I shrugged my shoulders.
"I wish you wouldn't." Jasper whispered looking over my head. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking at Edward and Bella's table. "She's not happy with him right now." Jasper mentioned looking back down at me.
"How do you know?" I asked looking over my shoulder at them again. I didn't get an answer, not that I thought I would. I sighed as I grabbed my water again.
"Any theories?" Jasper asked suddenly. I looked up at him contemplating if I wanted to tell him my theories of what he was. "You're embarrassed." Jasper didn't ask, he just stated.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm 100% sure that my theories are ridiculous." I gave him a small laugh and he gave me a half smile.
"Tell me, and I'll let you know if they are ridiculous or not." Jasper said leaning forward in his seat to lean again the table.
When he does that, it's almost hard to focus. I took a deep breath as I tried to get my thoughts back into place before trying to speak correctly. "I've thought of everything between radioactive spiders, to werewolves."
He laughed once he heard my theories and I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm sorry." He grinned at me, obviously not sorry. "You're right though, they are ridiculous."
"Thanks." I muttered under my breath. "So I'm not even close, then?"
He shook his head, "No radioactive spiders." He paused before continuing, "And I despise werewolves."
I nodded my head, spinning the bottle on the table. He watched me move the bottle between both hands before speaking up again, "Shouldn't you be eating?"
"Shouldn't you?" I shot back without a second thought. I watched as his lips twitched before he shook his head.
"Big breakfast."
I hummed at him before stopping the water bottle and setting it on the table immobile. "You know you can trust me, right?" I said not glancing up at him.
"What makes you think that I don't?"
I did look up at him this time, "Because you're so intent on keeping things from me."
"You're not very open to me, either." Jasper pointed out, leaning back in his seat.
"I'll make you a deal: I'll tell you one thing that you want to know about me, and you tell me something in return." I held out my hand to shake and his glanced down at it warily. "Deal?"
He paused to think about what this deal would include. I could tell that he wasn't very willing to seal the deal, but he sighed before shaking my hand quickly. I tried not to think too much about how freezing his hands were. It would just be another question to add to the list.
"What do you want to know?" I said holding my arms out, letting him know that I'll be open to him.
"What's the real reason you moved down here?" Jasper asked quietly, and I could almost feel the air escape my lungs. Before I had time to register what to tell him, the lunch bell rang ending our conversation. I took in a shaky breath as I kept my eyes on Jasper. "History." He said, obviously not letting our deal go. I felt myself numbly nodding at him.
English was torturous. I kept thinking about Jasper's question over in my head. I didn't want to lie to him because of our deal that was made- I was a girl of my word. But I also didn't want to tell him the real reason that I moved. I could always shorten the answer, I did only promise to answer one question. It didn't necessarily mean that I had to give him all the details.
When the bell rang for History, I felt my stomach drop to the ground.
I moved slower than the rest of my classmates, trying to figure out the words that I was going to tell Jasper. I've been so focused into his question that I didn't even think about what I wanted to ask him.
I paused outside of my History class before taking a deep breath, it was just one question, Chelsea. I tried reminding myself but that didn't mean that my heart beat was going any slower. I stepped into the history class to see Jasper already sitting at his seat in the back. I felt myself smile despite my internal fear that I was battling. No matter how afraid I was answering this question, I still felt giddy as I looked at Jasper. He made me feel happy, and that thought scared me.
"Hey." I greeted quietly sitting down in my seat.
"Hi." He nodded back at me, letting me get settled into my seat before speaking again, "Ready to answer?"
I took a shaky breath before holding up my finger. I grabbed a piece of lined paper out of my notebook before writing down my answer: The reason that I moved was because of my dad.
I slid the paper onto his desk and let him read the note. He stay quiet for a while before ripping the note up and shoving it in his backpack. He looked over at me and I was surprised to see the intense look in his eyes. It almost looked like he was mad but I don't understand why he would be. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them up again; his eyes back to their neutral gaze."Why?" He asked a simple question and I wasn't sure if I was quite ready to answer that. I didn't want to see him get mad again.
"He was," I paused as I tried to think about a word that wouldn't lead to suspicion. "not who he used to be." I ended it there.
Jasper nodded his head before clenching his fists, making his knuckles turn snowy white again. I wanted to lean over and un-clench his fists, but I thought better of it. I didn't want to overstep my boundaries.
"My turn." I said trying to change the subject away from my father. It's been a couple months since I've seen him and he still gives me the chills.
Jasper nodded his head looking back at me.
"Can you tell me something that someone outside of your family doesn't know?" I asked lightly. I gave him the choice to answer how he would like. I didn't want to directly ask him what he was, only because I knew that he wouldn't answer, and like I said earlier, I didn't want to overstep my boundaries.
I let him think about what he wanted to tell me as I watched him. The way that his eyebrows knitted together as he thought, and the way that his lips pouted slightly. As much as I thought he looked good every second of the day, my favorite moments of him were when he was acting natural. When he was in deep thought, and when he couldn't help but smile at something that I said; those were my favorite moments. That's when he looked the best.
"Okay, I got it." Jasper stated before grabbing a piece of white paper out of his notebook and scribbling something down. I scoffed when I saw how perfect his script was when he passed me the note. Figures.
After admiring his handwriting, I focused in on the secret that he was telling me: I can read people's emotions.
It was so simple, but I couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes, "Prove it." I said before stopping to think about what was coming out of my mouth.
He smirked as he looked down into my wide blue eyes, "You're astonished, happy, and a little scared."
It was obvious that I was surprised, and happy, but when he mentioned that I was a little scared I instantly believed him. "Also there is an undertone of sadness sometimes, especially when you're with your friends and you're not talking with them. When you're just staring into space- almost like you're not with them mentally. "
"I believe you." I said instantly.
"I know." He said smugly, and I shook my head with a small laugh.
The bell rang for the end of the period and I jumped looking at the time. I really did not think the time went by that quickly. Time seemed to fly by when I was talking with Jasper.
He got up from his chair before looking down at me, "I forgot to tell you that Bella went home sick." I stared up at him confused. He patted his jean pocket, "Edward texted me."
"Oh." I said stupidly. How was I going to get home?
"Don't worry about the ride home, I'm driving you." Jasper said waiting for me to get my stuff packed in my bag.
"Okay." I felt myself stutter before smiling to myself. I got more time with Jasper.
We started walking outside before his sister pulled him over to the side. I tried not to listen into their heated conversation, but I couldn't help but hear a few things they were saying to each other.
"Alice told me...are you crazy?" Rosalie whispered angrily.
"I'm fine...can handle myself around her."
"If this ends...we're doomed."
"...said I was fine, herself. I trust her..."
Rosalie and Jasper glared at each other before Rosalie growled under her breath. She turned around, but not before sending me a heated glare. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at I felt the warning behind her glare.
"I'm sorry about her." Jasper said moving over to my side. "She's just aggravated that Edward's late picking her up."
"How are we going to get home then?" I asked. If Edward had the Volvo, then what car were we going to take?
"My car." Jasper said like it was obvious. I raised my eyebrow as I tried to think about seeing his car this morning, but I really couldn't. "Come on." Jasper said nodding his head to the parking lot. Having no other way home, I followed him.
I didn't know where he parked- not to mention I didn't know what his car even looked like. When we walked up to a glossy black Mercedes, I couldn't help but agree that this would be his car. It was fitting.
He opened my door and I smiled shyly at him before climbing into the leather seats. Jasper climbed into his side of the car before turning the beaut on. I looked over at him as he started turning the music down. "Was that Coldplay?"
"You listen to Coldplay?" Jasper asked raising his eyebrows.
"I know a few of their songs. The Scientist is my favorite." I answered honestly as I slipped on my seat belt.
"It is a good song." Jasper nodded his head in thought. "You said you moved because of your dad, does that mean you live with your mom?" He asked suddenly pulling out of the parking lot. I tried not to notice the glances that people were sending us as we drove off.
"Yeah, I do." I nodded my head, looking away from the review mirror.
He nodded, "What's she like?"
I smiled as I thought about my mom, "Her and I are pretty much the same person, to be honest. I got my looks from her," Thankfully. "and she's pretty much my best friend. She's slightly crazy, but in a good way. She knows how to have fun, and she knows when to be serious. She takes full responsibility for everything. I couldn't be more thankful to have her in my life."
Jasper paid full attention as I was describing my mother to him, "You seem very close."
"We are." I sighed before turning the conversation, "What about your parents?"
"My real ones or my adoptive ones?"
"Don't your adopted parents count as your real parents?" I asked looking over at him, making him smile a little before nodding.
"Touche." He chuckled before continuing, "I don't remember my birth parents at all. Esme and Carlisle have been my parents for as long as I can remember. They've done everything for me. I couldn't thank them enough."
"You seem close." I quoted Jasper, leaning back in my seat.
"We are." He nodded with a half smile.
"And your siblings?"
"They can be annoying at times. Like Rosalie earlier." I felt my goosebumps raise as I thought about her glare. "But we're all so protective of each other. We're all very close. I couldn't imagine a better family."
"You're very lucky." I nodded my head, silently wishing that I had siblings like that. I was the only child, but somehow I wouldn't wish anyone else to have to deal with what me and my mom had to deal with.
"You're upset." Jasper commented as he pulled into my driveway.
I gave him a weird look, "How'd you know where I lived?"
"Forks is a small town." He answered automatically. "Eventually, you know where everyone lives." I nodded my head accepting his answer, hoping he wasn't going to bring up the fact that I got upset.
"Thank you for the ride, Jasper." I smiled as I grabbed the bag at my feet.
"It was my pleasure, Miss. Lockhart."
I smiled at his formality before opening the door and getting out of the car, "See you tomorrow?" I asked looking into his window.
He shook his head sadly, "Me, Edward, and Emmett are starting the weekend early. We're all going camping up at the Goat Rocks Wilderness, just south of Rainier."
"Oh." I nodded before forcing a smile on my face, "Have fun."
"I'll try." He smirked like I made a joke.
Before I walked away from his car, he called my name lightly. I looked back into his car, "Be careful this weekend, okay?"
I nodded my head silently and he put his car into reverse before pulling out of my driveway.
I tried to think about what I was doing this weekend before cursing under my breath. I had promised Mike and Eric that I'd go to La Push this time with them. At least Bella was going too.
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