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.

6. Chapter 6

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

(Chris's POV)

I say bye to the guys, I wonder why they all seem to gravitate towards me. I head to art, contemplating whether or not to go, 'It could make Jasper jealous,' a small voice says.

I just sigh, 'He doesn't want you, girl, you're just another human to them,' damn, that thought hurt.

The ache in my chest came back after I left the Cullen's earlier, I need to figure this out, before everything gets worse. I walk in and take my seat, getting out my sketchbook and pencils, the assignment already on the board, Sketch/Draw the person next to you in as much detail as you can manage, put their name down on the back of your paper along with your own, depending on whose is the best will determine where I dictate the grading curve, it reads.

I start to sketch the man, wanting desperately to make the curve high enough as to where the lazy people in the class fail this assignment, after I write the information on the back of the sheet of course, choosing the memory of him being content laying on my lap. I love doing portraits, I can sketch a person in no time at all, I've had a lot of practice. Jasper walks in and sits next to me, "Hey, Chris."

"Hi, Jasper," I say, my eyes not leaving the page to look at him, I'm concentrating on getting every last detail right, or as close to right as I can manage.

"Why so determined?" he asks, puzzled.

"Have you not read the board?"

He doesn't answer, meaning he was looking now, he chuckles, "I want to see it when you're done."

I just nod, deciding to get out my phone and listen to music for the remainder of the class. I finish the sketch in no time, but I start adding in the smallest of details that one would normally miss, that way the work doesn't look 'flat'. I finish the details with five minutes left on the clock, looking at the work, I'm satisfied, considering the time allotted. I take my headphones out to look and see what Jasper came up with, he decided on drawing me with a soft smile, it's not perfect, but he is supposed to act human and, considering the time, be imperfect.

"You like it?" Jasper asks, looking at me, once he finishes the last little detail.

"Yes," I say, "but why that particular image?"

"I could ask you the same."

I don't answer, "I'll take it up, if you're done that is," we were the only ones still working, everyone else did five minutes worth of work then turned it in, then started talking.

He takes the paper from me and takes it up instead. When he arrives back he looks troubled, "Are you going to go to the party?"

I just look at him, I knew they could hear the conversation, but I feel hurt that he listened in enough to hear details, "Probably," I answer without hesitation, "but I'm not sure. I'm going to give them an answer tomorrow."

He just nods, the bell rings and we are the first ones up and out the door, we make it to the car in no time at all, making our way to my place. We listen to music and make small talk, once we get there he turns the car off and sighs, "I think you should go to the party on Friday."

Really? "Are you sure?" Why am I asking him?"

'Because he is important to you,' the same small voice says.

"Yeah, you need friends, it keeps you occupied," he says with a small smile, he isn't enjoying this, it's not meeting his eyes.

"Alright then, I'll go," I say. If he wants me to go, fine, I'll comply.

"I need to head home for a fe-" his phone rings, "Hold on, it's Peter. Hello?"-"No."-"What the hell do you mean by that?"-"Peter."-"I'm not"-"Are you fucking kidding me?"-"No, I can't."-"Because."-"Dammit, Peter."-"Fine, bye," click.

"What's up?" I ask, knowing full well I'm going to regret it in a moment.

"They have some business to take care of down there, they say there is a bit of trouble regarding a large coven."

'You have more time alone with him,' the voice says.

"I need to go home for awhile, I'll be back in about an hour. Is it alright if I leave my car?"

"Yeah, no problem."

He just smiles and says thanks, then the door is opened, closed and he's gone. I head inside and start my homework, finishing in a half hour. I decide to go to the living room, only to enter and the house phone ring. I pick up the receiver and look at the caller ID, 'Carlisle Cullen,' I reads, "Hello?" I ask annoyed, they don't live that far away, so why would they be calling.

"Hello, Chris, this is Esme."

"Hello, Esme, how can I help you today?"

"I was wondering if you would like to come shopping with the girls and I this evening."

They really want me to go? "I don't know Esme, your daughters both seem to hate that I am in existence, are you sure that they are alright with my presence while on your outing?"

"I am the parent and they will have to respect it."

"If you are sure about this, I would love to spend some time with you and your daughters."

"Fantastic, we will be there at five to get you, dear."

"Alright, Esme, I will see you then."

We hang up the phone and I go back into the kitchen, might as well eat while I have a chance. I decide to make Salmon patties. I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this. Once my food is done, I'm able to eat and start to clean the kitchen, I hear the door open.

The intruder comes into the room and just stands in the doorway, "Why did you agree to it?"

"What do you mean?"

"The shopping trip?"

"Your mother invited me and it's a great opportunity to get further acquainted with your family."

"You do know that they are trying to change your wardrobe since you're hanging around me, right?"

I stop what I'm doing and turn to face him, "Excuse me?"

"They want you to fit into their idea of perfection, since we've been-"

"No, no, no, no, no," I say quickly, "I'm hanging around you?"

He looks confused for a moment, then he must have realized what he said, "No, I didn't- I meant-"

"No, I get it," he really knows how to get under my skin, "I'm a nuisance. A thorn in your side. It's not like you have a choice in being around me."

"I didn't mean it li-"

"Then tell me how you meant it, Jasper."

He says nothing, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words, but none form. I sigh and turn back to what I was doing.

He walks up behind me, no I can't hear him, live with vampires long enough and you figure out some things. I feel the chill on my back, but I ignore it. He places his arms around me, "I'm sorry, really, it came out wrong. I really didn't mean it the way it sounded."

'It feels good having him so close.'

I don't know where this voice is coming from, but it is really starting to piss me off, "Don't worry about it, Jasper, just forget about it," I say, I can't find it in me to stay mad at him, annoyed yes, but not mad or upset.

'Need him.'

'No, I don't, he doesn't want me, he's just trying to keep Peter and Char off his ass.'

He doesn't let go, "Why don't you go get ready in your most Texas-like outfit and I'll finish up in here."

I hum, "Sure."

He let's me go and I leave, by time I make it up the stairs he is right behind me. We walk to my room in silence, once we walk in he goes to my bed and sits, "What are you gonna wear?"

I walk over to my closet and grab my Bob Marley long sleeved green shirt, putting it's scratchy material over top of my original shirt, "This and doing some minor touch ups."

He just hums, I'm happy that I have such easy outfits. I'm done with the little shit and we're just sitting on my bed, 'This isn't going to turn out well.'

"Are you ready to go?"

"Nope."

"What do you have left to do?"

"Shoot myself," I chuckle, "I don't know, I have a feeling that this isn't going to turn out well."

"You'll be fine," he doesn't sound convinced.

"Well, if I end up missing and your sisters say that you all need to run, you'll know things didn't turn out well."

(Jasper's POV)

'She is terribly morbid,' the Major says.

'It's just her sense of humor,' I try to reason.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know, just a feeling," she shrugs, she doesn't feel anything but calm.

"I don't get you," I tell her.

I get a laugh, "What not to get, Jasper?"

Everything, yet nothing, all at once, "I've just never met a girl like you."

"I doubt that," she snickers, "You just haven't been paying attention."

I laugh, contemplating this, she's probably right about the personality, but I would never be able to find my mate in anyone else. We talk, laugh and make fun of our classmates, then the doorbell goes off, "That would be the party crowd."

I feel her reluctance, but she smiles, "Well, I guess it's about time I experienced a 'Girls Night'."

"What do you mean?" I ask as we get up.

"I don't have many friends that aren't boys," she says, embarrassment filling her, "Not many girls live on farms or ranches and work on them, so we never had much in common, but the guys would find work on them and we could talk for hours about work, then we would move on to sports and become friends," she sighs, "When you called me 'Belle,' it wasn't anything I was used to, I was just one of the guys back home, not many people would describe me as a one," but she laughs at the end.

We get downstairs, and the Major is closer, everyday he grows closer, even if it's just slightly, and I fear what will happen if, and when, he makes it to the front lines.

I can sense the three women's emotions; Esme is ecstatic, Rosalie is neutral and Alice is pissed. I have a feeling that this trip is going to be a disaster, if Alice's emotions are telling me anything.

"Hello, ladies," Chris says after opening the door.

Greetings and pleasantries vary depending on their moods, "Are you ready to go?" Rosalie asks.

"Just let me grab my purse," she has a purse?

She runs to the closet and comes back with a thick black purse, "See ya later, Jazz," Rose says, causing everyone else to say bye.

I watch them leave from the doorway. I wonder how bad this is going to go...