Twilight and all of it's characters belong to Stephenie Meyer and not me.....of which I'm all sure we're aware of.

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So, once again I need to thank my Beta EmmettGirl who is wonderful and helpful and definitely improves the quality of this story. Please, go check out my fav authors list to look her up. She's an excellent writer and I'm sure you'd enjoy her stories. Ummm, besides that nothing much to cover I don't think. Can't think of anything anyway, so read on.

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She was being chased through an unrecognizable wood. She wasn't sure who she was running from, but she knew that if he caught up to her she would have to pay with her life. Her breath was coming in hard and her chest felt like it was about to explode. She looked around for something familiar, anything that would point her to safety.

She didn't know where the others were, but she knew she'd be no help to them if she were dead, so she kept running. She was surrounded by nothing but endless green as she searched for a way out of this labyrinth, she could be running in circles for all she knew. She panted hard, feeling as if she would pass out at any second, all the while knowing he was closing in on her.

Suddenly she tripped, slamming into the ground with enough force to make her black out for a split second. When she recovered herself, she had just enough time to realize that it was already too late. She twisted around just in time to see the flash of silver, and as she screamed, knowing it would be the last sound she would ever make…..

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I was sure that I must have screamed out in my sleep, but as I didn't hear any footsteps hurrying towards my room I knew that couldn't be the case. I was still panting hard from my dream, trying to get a grasp on my surroundings. I was definitely on the floor.

I must have rolled right out of bed, which was probably what had waken me. It felt like I'd landed on my elbow when I rolled out of my bed as I could feel it throbbing, but felt that it was a small price to pay to wake up from the dream.

It was the second night in a row that I'd woken up from a nightmare. Usually my sleep was peaceful. I was sure I must've had dreams at night, but I could hardly ever recall them in the morning. Two nightmares in two nights in a row was definitely odd for me. I knew it must've been my mind's way of dealing with all the stress that had come with the move to a new place and starting at a new school, but knowing the reason why I was having these dreams didn't make me feel any better.

When I was sure that I had recovered enough to stand up I leaned over and looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was only 3:30 in the morning. I grabbed my blanket off of the bed and went to sit down on the floor in the alcove of my room. The moonlight was streaming in through the windows, surrounding me, and as I leaned my head back trying to relax I tried to focus on anything but the dream.

My mind wandered to the bronze haired boy from school yesterday, as it had almost constantly since our encounter in the hallway. I knew I shouldn't be dwelling on it, and especially not on him, but my mind seemed determined to think of nothing else since then.

I hadn't seen the boy, or the petite dark haired girl who walked away with him, at all during the rest of the day.

I don't know whether we just didn't have a chance to cross paths again, or if he was avoiding another encounter with me. For the life of me I couldn't think of a reason why he would do so, or what I could have possibly done to trigger the intense anger he seemed to feel towards me in the first place. However I insulted him, it was completely unintentional, and obliviously on my part.

After that, school was a blur. The discomfort and embarrassment I should have felt throughout the day while navigating a new school wasn't there. My mind was so focused on that morning that I barely registered my surroundings.

Jasper appeared next to me whenever he was able to. He'd memorized both of our schedules that morning, then had spent the day trying to meet up with me whenever he could in between classes. I would have normally felt boxed in by his concern, but I just felt reassured to have him there.

We both kept our eyes open, looking out for the bronze haired boy, while I also tried to catch a glimpse of the little dark haired girl, who Jasper said he hadn't seen that morning. He must have focused entirely on the boy, viewing him as enough of a threat to ignore everyone else around him.

By the end of the day we were both feeling tired and grumpy, but relieved that there hadn't been another incident. Like that morning, the drive home was a silent one. The stress of the day had obviously gotten to us, and we relaxed in the quiet while we could.

As I felt my body slowly relaxing after my dream, I tried to recall any of the other students I'd seen, even occasionally talked with, throughout my first day, but I came up blank. I knew that Jasper had made a couple of new friends because we ended up sitting with them at lunch, I even knew they tried to include my into their conversations whenever they could, but I was unable to recall a single face.

Even though we were both a little freaked out, spending the day searching around for some strange guy who might or might not pose a threat to us, you wouldn't have known it from watching Jasper. On the outside he was his normal self, introducing the two of us to anyone who showed an interest, joking around with the guys, lightly flirting with the girls, winning them all over. I knew it wouldn't be long before he was back at the top.

I also knew that in comparison I must have looked like some weird freak. I tried to smile whenever we met someone new and follow along with the conversations, but I was too consumed with the bronze-haired boy. He was far more beautiful than any other guy I'd ever seen, and when I closed my eyes I kept picturing his perfect green eyes. It figured that I would be intensely attracted to the one guy who seemed to hate me on sight. I must have a thing for self inflicted torture.

I groaned in frustration, deciding I felt calm enough to try to get some more sleep, and stood up to climb back in bed. Now that the stress from the dream was gone I was left feeling intensely lethargic. I stared up at my ceiling, not quite tired enough to fall asleep, but content to spread out on my comfortable mattress. I wondered if tomorrow I would see the bronze-haired boy again. All the while I mentally lectured myself for thinking about a boy who so obviously disliked me so much, and who seemed to have a girlfriend. As I drifted off to sleep I was disgusted to realize it was to a pair of emerald green eyes.

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When I woke up in the morning I was annoyed to see I was already running late. Two nights of bad sleep must've caught up to me, because I hardly ever overslept. I grabbed up my toiletries and ran to the bathroom, all the while mentally cursing nightmares, new schools, and stupid brothers who hogged bathrooms when you needed them most.

"Jasper, I need to get in the shower now or we're going to be late. What are you doing in there anyway? Oh god, wait, do I not want to know? Are you having special one-on-one time in there?" I yelled through the door, knowing that if I annoyed him enough he'd get out of the bathroom just to shut me up.

As the door flew open, nearly taking off my nose in the process, Jasper looked out at me with a decidedly un-amused expression on his face. I paused just long enough to memorize his severely put-upon expression, grinned at him wickedly, then shoved him out of my way.

As I slammed the door closed behind me I heard him call out, "Anyway, we won't be late this morning; I have the car this week. You better hurry up if you want to be in that car, or you can get a ride from Mom."

I grunted in frustration, but didn't waste my time coming up with a reply. I doubted he would go through with his threat. It would annoy our mom and I was sure he would want to head into school with me after yesterday's incident. Still, I tried to pick up the pace a little, I knew first hand that when Jasper felt the need to get some payback he hardly ever acted reasonably, and I had already thoroughly annoyed him.

I managed to make myself look somewhat decent, grabbed all my stuff I'd need for the day, and a bagel to eat on the way, jumping into the car in record time. Poor Renee, she probably was only just then registering the goodbye I called out to her on my way out through the door.

I was still in go mode when I hit the passenger seat of the car, hot and sweaty from my hurried run through the house and already feeling as if I needed another shower. After a few seconds I registered that we were still sitting immobile in the driveway so I looked over at Jasper in frustration, only to see that he was silently laughing at me.

"What?" I somehow managed to force out through clenched teeth.

"It's just…your shirt's on inside out," he laughed.

I looked down at the traitorous shirt, a blue v-neck sweater that was previously one of my favorites, and realized he was right. I stared down at it silently for half a second while I tried to get control of my temper, wondering how unreasonable it would be to take my annoyance out on my sweater before I realized that cutting it to shreds would definitely not improve my mood in the long run. Obviously, this was not going to be my day. I momentarily contemplated just going back in the house and convincing Renee to let me stay home from school today, but I knew she wouldn't go for it, not when it was still only my second day.

I let out a long sigh that was meant to convey exactly how shitty this day was looking to be, and said, "Just drive Jasper, I'll fix it later."

He must have realized that I was at my limit because he put the car in drive and drove off, not even giving me any crap about how unfashionable I was looking. As I stared moodily out the window I tried to think of something that would help get me out of the bad temper I was quickly slipping into, deciding that going into school ready to strangle someone in frustration probably wasn't the best way to start out your second day. Suddenly I knew what would help cheer me up a little and I grabbed the CD case and started flipping through the CD's until I found the one I was looking for. I'd seen Jaz watching me out of the corner of his eye and I turned to him and gave him an evil smile.

"Please, please, tell me that's not what I think it is," he pleaded.

I didn't even bother answering; I just popped the CD in and skipped over to the track I was looking for. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the head rest as Weezer's Pork and Beans started playing. I heard Jaz groan but ignored him, and reached to turn the volume up.

I'd gotten the new Weezer album a couple of months ago and had instantly fallen in love with the song Pork and Beans. It was kind of like my anthem, and I put it on whenever I needed some cheering up or just wanted to listen to something that would make me smile. Jaz, normally a Weezer fan himself, had reached his limit, declaring that no one should have to listen to one song over and over again so much, and outlawed Pork and Beans in the car when it was his week driving. I knew he was only putting up with it now because he knew it was probably the only thing that would help improve my stony mood.

We pulled into the school parking lot and found a spot just as the song was ending. Jasper parked and I noticed a white car pull into a spot across from us. Jaz was getting his stuff together so wasn't paying attention. I could see right away that it was the boy from yesterday, and I held my breath wondering if he would get out and walk into school before he noticed us, or if he would look up and see us sitting here. I almost ducked down in my seat, had actually started to move to do so, when I decided that would be cowardly, so held my ground.

Of course he looked up at us, I don't know why I would have thought differently, knowing how my day was going. I sat frozen, my breath still caught somewhere in my throat, wondering how this would play out.

I felt Jaz move next to me, and then he must have finally looked up because he said, "Of all the shitty luck" to the both of us.

I nodded without looking at him and thought to myself that that pretty much summed it up. My morning, my day, my week, my life, it was all wrapped up there in those five words.

Of all the shitty luck.

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