You, Me, Him, Her Us? What?

by Damn you people

Peter & Charlotte adopted a human girl several years back, now she's a sophomore, but just recently their daughter has developed symptoms of, what Peter believes, is her human body calling out to her mate, who just so happens to be their old friend Jasper Whitlock, or Hale? She doesn't know what is wrong with her, but her parents do and Peter's 'knower' has her on edge.

2. Chapter 2

You, Me, Him, Her... Us? What?

The sound of my alarm clock rings loudly at five sharp, and, fuck, I don't want to get up. I go for my morning shower, it's the only thing that ever woke me up back home and I'm sure the cold will wake me up even more when six-thirty rolls around.

I get back to my room at a quarter after and look for an appropriate outfit. I rummage through my closet, I don't have many clothes yet, but that'll change this weekend. After choosing my outfit, I blow dry and straighten my hair, not that it'll stay that way, my natural waves will be back by time I finish changing anyway, but this keeps it from being a mess. I look at the clock for a time check and see that it is a quarter to six, I stand and look at myself in the mirror.

In the mirror, looking back at me, is a girl who is 5'8", a blond with natural red highlights, grey-blue eyes, has a bust that measures to be 42 D, and fairly tanned skin. The girl in the mirror is wearing some worn, dark blue jeans with holes in them, a black and grey shirt with eyes, a smirk that has fangs a drip of 'blood' coming off one of the fangs and underneath reads 'I Don't Bite,' a pair of grey DCs, and, to finish it off, a fuzzy lined, deep red, jacket. I scowl at my reflection, I still need to put on some makeup. I decided on skin-toned colors with black eyeliner and mascara, fuck it.

I look at the clock again and see that it is six, I still need some breakfast and my school bag, thankfully, is already packed with the bare necessities until I know, otherwise, what I need.

I head downstairs and I smell bacon and eggs, "Morning," Charlotte calls.

I grumble a "Morning," in return.

"Excited about your new school?" Peter asks with a chuckle.

"Fuck you, Peter," I growl, walking into the kitchen, "Thanks for cooking."

"Sure thing," she says handing me a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon, "How ya feeling?"

"About what?"

"Last night," Peter says walking in, I'm just standing there eating.

"I don't even know what the fuck happened last night," I say, pausing to eat some eggs, "And to top it off, I was sober."

Peter just chuckles, "How about the Cullen's?"

"I really don't understand what the hell I'm supposed to tell you, last night was fucking confusing and I don't understand why the whole clan was here to begin with," my voice raising just slightly.

They just look at each other and have a silent conversation, this shit is starting to fucking annoy me, "Oh shit! Look at the time, Jasper's going to be here in ten minutes," Char says.

I look at the clock as I finish up my breakfast and she's right, I put my dishes in the sink, and go to brush my teeth. I get back to the kitchen with five minutes to spare, so I grab three Monsters and open one of them and chug it down, "This is going to be a long day."

I walk to the door at six-twenty-nine and wait there, a minute later there is a knock and I open the door to see a very upset vampire, "Come on."

I don't say goodbye, but I hear two, I see a decent car, a mustang, and get in. We sit in silence, I rummage through my bag and grab my headphones and iPhone, I need to listen to music, but the guy driving takes it from me, "What the fuck, asshole?!"

"Don't start with me, kid."

"Fuck you," I say looking at him, he slams on the breaks, "What the fu-"

His hand is over my mouth, "I said, 'Don't. Start.'"

I start to talk through his hand, although it's muffled, I'm sure he can understand me, "Go fuck yourself, you unnatural fucker! Too afraid to do anything that your instincts are telling you to do! Fucking COWARD!"

He looks at me as though I have grown a second head, just for a split second, then his eyes are furious, "I should kill you."

"I fucking dare you," was my muffled reply.

He bares his teeth and leans towards my neck, but I don't fear him, and my emotions prove it, I pity him. He reaches my neck and I can feel his teeth on my skin, my emotions daring him to do it, but he doesn't. He lifts his head and whispers in my ear, "If only I had less control, you weren't my friends kid or the fact that people are expecting you."

He takes his hand from my person and starts driving again, scrolling through my music collection, appearing shocked, even emitting it, "Not what you were expecting?" I listen to A Day To Remember, Papa Roach, Escape The Fate, Arctic Monkeys, Theory of a Deadman, to name a few.

"Not a typical kid," I just barely heard him, and I knew he wanted me to. I just sigh, rubbing my chest, why is it hurting? I lean forward and put my head in my hands, I need to keep calm and get through the day, even if it does hurt, "Why are you worried?"

"Pardon?"

"I'm wondering why you are worried."

"Nothing your pretty, little head needs to be concerned with," I say lightly, all my frustration went away after our little pissing contest, I needed an outlet, I wonder if he knew that or if he just had a bad night. I hear him sigh, I look at the clock and see that we've only been in the car twenty minutes, "I thought this school started at eight?"

"It does, but Pete and Char wanted me to get you early."

I look at him, then back to the road in front of us, I start to feel remorseful about pushing him, and I sigh, "Listen, I'm sorry about what I said a few minutes back. I'm sure you didn't want to do this and it is difficult for you to keep yourself composed because of your past. I took things way to far and for that I apologize," but what I didn't say was that I, well I, I miss home and that I was dragged here and NO ONE will tell me the real reason why we're here... I just needed to lash out, and he just so happened to be the only one around.

My chest starts to get worse, but I don't want to show that I need pain relievers, so I keep them in my bag, stupid, right?

"I," he makes an unnecessary sigh, "Your emotions were full of frustration and it rubbed of on me... I'm sorry I threatened you and," a pause, "tried to, um, take a bite out of you," the pain starts to subside, but nausea starts to take its place, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," I say, looking over at him, he looks, I don't know, concerned, I guess, "I'm fine. Just, uh, nervous?"

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"So, what did Peter say that had you two destroying the house?" It wasn't subtle, but I wanted my mind off my aching chest.

He just chuckles, "He told me about your other affliction and what his 'knower' was suggesting."

"Which is...?"

"He didn't tell you?" I shake my head, "Charlotte?" again I shake my head, "Well, he might be wrong, so, I guess we'll wait and see."

I roll my eyes, just like every other person, well, vampire, I know. I'm too human, I guess, to know these things, "You sound just like Peter, but you and I both know he is never wrong."

He seems to stiffen at that, "It's not my place to tell you."

"Then who is?" he doesn't reply, and I sigh, no one is telling me why we're here, they won't fill me in on what is wrong with me... Peter and Char even TOLD me that there was nothing wrong with me, this sucks, "Fine, what should I expect from these people?"

"Expect what you would at ANY high school," he says with little humor in his voice.

"You've been at this for some time, I'm guessing little has changed."

He snorts, we get to the school at a quarter after seven, it appears that no one is here except the faculty, once he parks he doesn't turn the car off, "How's your chest?"

I haven't thought about it, now that he brings it up, it's just a dull throb, "Fine, why?"

"Pete and Char told me-"

"You mean everyone," I say, glaring out the window towards the school.

"Yes, well, told me about the pain, do you have any idea as to what could be causing it?"

I have this feeling that he knows why, but why is he hiding it? It has nothing to do with him or his family, right? "Not a clue."

I hear a low hum, and I'm guessing he's contemplating what to say next, "I'm sure you can figure it out."

"I have this sad feeling that I'm not getting told because I'm a human," I say with confidence, "What's the big secret?"

"If you can't figure it out by graduation, or if Peter and Charlotte don't tell you by then, I swear, I will tell you what's going on. Agreed?" he holds out his hand.

I contemplate his suggestion for a moment, then I place my hand in his cooler ones, "Agreed."

We sit in the car for about thirty minutes, talking about music and the changes that the world has been through, at least, what he has witnessed with his own eyes. Once it's a quarter to eight we exit the car, I notice the Cullen Clan looking at me, attempting to burn me with their glares, well, every last one of them EXCEPT Emmett, "See you later, Chris."

"Bye, Jasper," I say quietly, heading towards the office building for my schedule and the stuff needed for new kids.

I do a whole song and dance and eventually start making my way to class, which, by the way, I am late for by a good five minutes, but after this first class I have more of an idea of where to go. My first class is AP American History and I get sat next to this chick named Jessica, who is dressed like a total slut, "Hey, I'm Jessica, but friends call me Jess."

"I'm Chris," I say, looking her in the eyes.

"So, are you a Transexual?"

"What?" What the fuck?

"You know, an abomination? A person that doesn't identify with the sex God has chosen for them? You're not one of them, right?"

"What gives you that idea?"

"Well, you call yourself 'Chris,' so I just assumed-"

"Don't talk to me. My best friends, and the people I consider family, are a toss up of everything. My good friend is gay, my best friend is a Transexual and I have other friends that are a part of or support the LGBTQ+ community! Now, if you'll excuse me," I finish, looking forward to take the notes from the board. I don't have time for people like that.

After that class the day went by smoother, although I was getting ripped on by Jessica and her posse of other sluts, I did meet people I thought were worth my time; Tyler Crowley, Mike Newton and Eric Yorkie. I always found boys to be better company than most girls several years back.

Lunch comes around and I am led to the boys' table, which was currently occupied by the 'Slut Gang', as I have dubbed them, "Chris this is Je-"

"I know her," I growl, "and I refuse to associate with the likes of her."

The boys look back and forth between us, "What did I miss?"

"I don't know, Mike," Eric says.

"Now, girls, just relax," Tyler says, "There was probably a miscom-"

"She called people of the LGBTQ+ community abominations!" I snarl, "There was NO miscommunication there."

"Only because I asked her if she was one," Jessica says back sweetly, "She's being defensive."

I look at the guys, "Sorry, guys, but I find their slutty attire and closed-mindedness to be a disgrace," but then I perk up a bit, "Plus, I don't associate with trash," and with that I walk to an empty table, waiting to see if anyone would follow, which the boys do, just like lost puppies.

"Once you get to know them, their okay," Mike says sitting down, the girls he is referring to are calling out for them to come back. Just then the Cullen Clan walks in, Mike looks in their direction, "Those are the Cullen and Hale kids, Dr and Mrs. Cullen's adopted them."

"Don't get your hopes up," Eric pipes in, "No one is good enough for them."

"Rosalie and Emmett are together," Tyler says, "But it's not like they are ACTUALLY related."

Then they start telling me who is who, I don't have the heart to tell them I already know, not until Jasper decides to get up and head my way, "The guy who just got up," I hum in response, "That's Jasper Hale, Rosalie's brother," my chest is starting to hurt again, "Everyone has tried to gain their attention, but they don't even give them the time of day, let alone socialize with anyone."

"So, you guys went after Alice?" I ask with a snicker.

"Who wouldn't?" Mike asks, "She's hot."

"Which brother is the most sought after?" I couldn't help but ask, these guys are entertaining.

"It's a toss up, depending on the girl you talk to," Eric replies, "Those guys make it difficult not to be compared to."

"You just haven't found the right girl yet," I reply.

"Are you offering?" All three ask, almost simultaneously.

"Sorry, guys," I say, "I just moved here and I'm really stressed, I don't think it's fair to date while I'm adjusting to the area."

"After you adjust?"

"Are you guy desperate for attention?" Jasper asks from behind them, "Hey, Belle, I'm Jasper, Jasper Hale."

I wonder why he's doing this, but figure it's for appearances, "Pleasure to meet you, Jasper, I'm Christie Whitlock, but people just call me Chris."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Belle."

"Don't call me that," I growl, "Was there something I, or we, could help you with?"

"I was just hoping to have a private conversation with a beautiful woman such as yourself."

I didn't notice that the whole cafeteria was quiet until now, "And why would you want to speak with me? From what I have been told, you and your family are too good to talk to the likes of us," I say, motioning to the rest of the population.

"Only because we have never had anyone but ourselves to rely on."

"And you decided that talking to her would do... What exactly?" Mike asks.

"You guys are talking to her, why should I not be able to do the same?"

"Because you probably just want her for a one night stand," Eric says, the pain comes back full force.

"I'm sure our friend, Chris, has more class than that," Tyler says.

"Thank you, Tyler," I say, I stutter a bit, not that anyone, except the Cullen Clan would have, heard. I look to Eric and Mike, "I don't associate with trash, as I have said before, and I refuse to act like said trash. If you think I would allow myself to be used I such a fashion, then go back to the little whores back over at your table and leave me the hell alone."

The two look like fish, and Jasper decides he better sit down, taking the seat next to me, the other boys are across from me, mind you, "Wow," Jasper says, "a Belle, such as you, should not be talking like such."

I roll my eyes, "If you don't like what you hear Hale, I suggest you go back to your little family and leave me to my thoughts."

"Yeah!"/"What she said!" Mike and Eric say.

Tyler just sighs, "Will you two shut up?"

"What's wrong Ty?"

"You afraid of his family?"

The pain is back, and it's getting worse. I can feel every part of my body pulsing, every last cell vibrating. I feel a rush of calm and peace was over me, but it doesn't help, I reach for my bag and grab out my Monster and the pain meds I brought with me, "Are these two giving you a headache?" Tyler asks.

I swallow the disgusting mixture, "No, I'm fine, just needed it for a toothache."

"So, can you tell us about school in the south?" Tyler asks, and I start telling them and answering any questions.

I'm trying to ignore Jasper, but he won't move, I start to get annoyed that he is here, next to me, purposely eavesdropping on our conversation, well he could do that with his 'siblings', "Seriously," I say, putting my right hand on the table a bit hard, "Do you want something, lose a bet or are you just here to invade on our conversation?"

"I can't just come over here and enjoy being in the presence of another person?"

God, I would just LOVE to hit him, but I can't without breaking something, so I just return to my previous conversation, and from the corner of my eye I can see the smallest of smirks.

Lunch finally ends and I head to my last class, Art. Upon reaching the class I give the paper to the teacher and told to sit at the table in the far back on my left, if I'm facing the tables from the front of the class, she had to specify. I do as instructed and people start to file in, some I've had in previous classes, all stopping and staring at me, whether it was because of me or the table I'm sitting at, I don't know, not until HE walks in and sits down next to me, "Why me?" I say, putting my head in my hands.

"You don't like having me around, Belle?"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that to get it through your thick vampire skull, hm?" I say quietly.

"About, thirty times a day for a century, Belle," he chuckles.

"You're so annoying."

"I'll grow on you, just like Peter."

"Peter is tolerable, you, on the other hand, are an ass."

"Coming from the girl who needs me to get her back home."

"I can walk," I counter.

The teacher starts to talk about how it's a free period, but we have to work on something, and leaves us to it. I grab my sketchbook and special pencils from my bag and flip to a new page, "You don't look like an artist," I don't reply, "If you want to walk that's fine, but it will be late by time you get back and you won't get much sleep and will, probably, not get to the homework."

The dull ache has yet to subside, "I'll make you a deal," he begins to protest, "Nothing that will break our previous one, I believe," he nods slowly, "I'll listen to you and do as you wish, to an extent, if you can make this dull ache go away for the rest of class, it's really starting to become a pain and will probably escalate, even with the meds, it hardly ever stops."

He gives me a sad smile, "Sure, we'll make the limitations as I drive you home."

I nod, trying to find my phone, "You still have my phone."

"Oh, yeah, here," he says pulling it out of his bag, I can feel the throb dying, which is wonderful.

I put the nub in my ear and hit the play button, any song would do for right now, just so happens to by Why You Only Call Me When You're High by The Arctic Monkeys. We have to turn this in at the end of class, so I decide on sketching a candy skulled death. By the end of class I find it to be adequate, but if you would give me a few days, I could get it to be better.

Jasper kept up his end of the bargain, the pain is gone, for now, until he leaves.

Once the bell rings I take my time putting my shit back into my bag and handing in my work, Jasper was done in the matter of moments, but walked to the desk at a human pace. He waits for me outside the door and puts his arm around my waist, and puts my arm around his neck, "If anyone asks," he says, "You were having a dizzy spell and I don't think it is safe for you to drive, let alone walk, without assistance."

I just nod, I can feel him sending me waves so that it appears real, but the emotional cocktail is a bit much, but whatever. We make it to the front of the school to see Jessica, he posse and the guys, "I thought you weren't going to date anyone," Jessica says.

"She almost collapsed outside the Art Room, and I don't think it is best for her to leave unescorted."

"I'll take her," Tyler volunteers.

"Tyler, as much as I appreciate the offer," my breathing is becoming irregular, "I would hate to take time out of your day."

"If you're sure," Tyler says.

I just nod, Jasper has us at his car in just minutes, "Are you okay?"

I'll be fine, right, that's all I need to say, but I can't find the energy to talk, so I just nod. We head to my place, listening to music that he has on his phone. We're about half way there, the emotions he sent me has been replaced with calm, but I still feel off, "P-pull over."

"What? Why?"

I just look at him, "Just pull over, please."

He does and I open the door, staggering out and falling to my hands and knees, throwing up what little I had in my system. I feel Jasper's hand rubbing circles on my back, "Come on, let's get you home."

I get back into the car and open up my last Monster, "Note, no more emotional cocktails, go it?"

He agrees, we make it to the house and he helps me into the house. He still has to help me to the house, "No one's home," he states.

"Doesn't surprise me," I say lowly, "You can leave now," and with that my phone rings, Jasper takes my phone and answers, "What the hell?"

"Where are you two?" ... "What?" ... "You don't expect-" ... "Don't you- PETER!" I wonder what the hell that was about, he gives a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples after handing me the phone, I can feel the rage pulsing off him, "I'm going to kill them."

"What the hell happened?" I ask breathlessly, I feel like I'm being suffocated, but I refuse to weigh him down with my 'human' issues.

"They said they forgot something down home and couldn't wait to go get it," he didn't just say that, right? He sounds so annoyed and pissed and it's coming off him in waves.

"So they left me here," I say, "Great."

"It won't be that bad," he says, but it doesn't sound like he believes it himself.

"Do you really believe that?" he nods, "You can leave now, you know?"

"Alright, I'll pick you up tomorrow at the same time," I just nod as he walks out.

It's about fifteen minutes and the ache is back, full force, so I go to grab some ginger ale and some meds. I work on my homework, and finish it before four-thirty. The pain in my chest is back and, if anything, it's getting worse, so I pick up my phone and call Char, "Hello?"

"Hey, where are you guys?"

"Heading back home to grab some stuff that we missed."

"Like?"

"Never mind that, is Jasper still there?"

"No, I told him he could go, so he did."

"Oh, well, why are you calling, baby doll?" I want to answer, but my head starts to feel like I'm swimming, so I book it to the restroom, throwing my phone on the couch, making it just in time for me to throw up bile and stomach-acid. What the fuck is wrong with me? This should NOT be happening. Why is this happening? I need to calm down. God it's starting to hurt, it's like I'm throwing up pins, needles and knives.

I keep my eyes closed, my left hand is holding onto the porcelain bowl for dear life, while my right it holding onto my stomach. I can feel tears escaping as the disgusting mixture violently leaves my body. The taste is like acid, but then it starts to taste like rust.

How did this happen? This has never happened before.

I don't know how long I spent throwing up, but it finally ends. I open my eyes and look in the bowl, curious as to what could have caused the rust taste and see red. Did I just...? No. It can't be. Is it? Really? No...

Blood.

I rinse my mouth out and walk into the living room, I can hear Char and Peter calling my name through the phone, "Y-yeah?"

"What just happened?" Peter asks.

"You guys better be happy you aren't here," I say.

"Why? What happened?"

"I started throwing up blood."

There is a very long pause, "Don't worry," Char says.

"We're going to call the Cullen's and get one of them to stay there with you."

I try to protest, but they hang up on me, damn them. I get a text not a minute later, reading, 'Don't worry, Jasper will be there soon.'

What the fuck?