A/N: Okay guys, I'm continuing the story. So…here goes. This chapter is based on the song Your Betrayal by Bullet for My Valentine.

Chapter Two-Your Betrayal-Alice POV

You were told to run away

Soaked the place ignite the flame

Pay the price for your betrayal

Your betrayal, Your Betrayal!!

Sitting down beside the person he looked up. My heart leaped in my chest, he was gorgeous. Curly blonde hair stuck out from his head, paired with gorgeous deep blue eyes. He smiled at me and turned to look at the teacher. My eyes were probably popping out of my head by then and I was smiling. He shifted in his seat a little, looking down I saw his arms. When I did I gasped, his arms were covered in scars and the words "LIES" and "DAMNED SOUL". He was emo, like me. Suddenly, my day became brighter by seeing this intriguing boy. But in my mind I was reminded by what I had been through, I didn't know if I could get close to anyone again.

The rest of class I couldn't concentrate, nothing was on my mind but the boy beside me. I kept wanting to glance over and look at him, but then again I didn't want him to think I was a freak or anything…well, more of a freak anyway. Daring a nervous glance at him, our eyes met for a brief second-that was all it took for my heart to go crazy. But then I remembered how my ex-boyfriend (Josh) used his good looks to use me for his own pleasure. I could never get close to anyone again, and yet…I didn't feel that whoever this boy was would use me like that. But who am I kidding? I didn't even know his name.

The bell rang and I nervously jumped up, knocking my book onto the floor. Muttering a cuss word, I was about to bend down and pick it up. But the gorgeous boy picked it up before I could and handed it to me, with a slight smirk. Mumbling my thanks I blushed and stumbled out the door into the unknown hell. The hallways were packed; making my way to my locker I got my book for the next two periods and hurried to my first one. Thankfully the teacher in that class didn't make me introduce myself, much to my delight. Sitting down in a seat I looked around the room at all of the other students. They were all tan and most of them gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as the boy in first period. But a girl in the front of the room was pulling a close race (not being fruity or anything, she was just really beautiful). She turned her head briefly, giving me a better view of her face. When she did I realized that the boy in first period and her looked a lot alike, in fact, so alike that they must have been twins with their golden curls and blue eyes.

The teacher started class, seeming as the gorgeous boy wasn't in here I actually tried to concentrate, with surprisingly good results. That period passed quickly, it was almost lunch, just one more period to go. Walking through the hallway I spotted Emmett with a group of about five other boys almost as big as him, one day in a new school and he had already made new friends. The girl that looked like the emo boy in first period walked towards them, the boys threw cat calls her way, whistling. "Rose," I heard Emmett cry out. So that was her name… He walked up to her and slapped her on the ass, I nearly gagged. Rose on the other hand barely looked at him and kept on walking. Damn, it looked like she held all the power in the world. The final warning bell went off and I scrambled to class.

Walking into class at the last minute, I sat down, Emmett was in this class with me-oh joy. He looked over at me and pointed one of his fingers at his wrist; bring it across in a motion that looked like he was cutting himself. Emmett seemed to think that was the funniest thing in the world, and it did annoy the hell out of me. Sighing I scooted farther down in my seat, concentrating on the floor, trying to count the number of tiles on the floor.-anything to get my mind off of Emmett teasing me. I could tell that by the end of the day, I would really need a sharp object.

Class ended and I made my way to my locker, slinging my books in. Closing it with a loud metal clank I made my way to the cafeteria, totally unaware of the humility I was about to be put through. Getting a bottle of lemonade because I really wasn't hungry, I tried to find somewhere to sit. Spying an open table I started to head over that way. But some idiot thought that they'd make everyone's day and tripped me. I landed on hands; the laughter of other people laughing reached my ears. Trying hard not to cry I got up and looked my attacker in the eyes, it was no one other than Emmett. He was laughing hysterically, so was everyone else, a tear leaked out of my eye. Muttering that he was a jerk, I ran out of the cafeteria, wanting to leave my humiliation behind.

What I couldn't understand was why Emmett was being such a jerk. He usually stood up for me when someone was mean to me, but he was taking the whole mean older brother thing way too far. And he had humiliated me in front of the 2,000 other kids in the school, and it was only my first day at school, great. The halls were deserted, I guess everyone was eating. Suddenly an all too familiar urge came upon me, it was making my wrists throb in pain already. Muttering to myself I didn't have to do that, I tried to calm down, but with no success. Spying an open classroom I went inside, I had to find something sharp. A pair of scissors lay on the desk, grasping them in my hand I walked nervously into the hall. Finding the stairwell, I sat underneath them; I didn't think anyone could find me. Opening the scissors I tried to think of something to not make me do this, my therapist said I was too good to cut myself. But who was I kidding? My therapist was just as messed up as I was.

Placing the scissors on my wrist I was about to press them down when I heard a melodic voice. "Scissors don't work," it said, scaring me half to death, making my drop the scissors. Looking up I saw the boy from first period. He smiled, sitting down beside me. Having him so close to me was making my breathing labored, from both fear and awe. "You shouldn't mess up your pretty skin by doing that," he said, flipping my arm over to stare at my scars. "Well, I already have so many, a few more wouldn't hurt," I said back as he traced lightly over some of my scars with his finger. Why he was sitting beside me or even talking to me was a mystery, completely baffling me. And to make matters worse he was touching my arm, sending shocks up and down my spine. The last time I had been that close to ANYONE was with…no, don't think about him. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself, I'm Jasper Hale," he said, his hand falling back to his lap. He had a faint Australian accent, mysterious… "Alice McCarty," I said back, "I just moved here." He looked down at me with his big blue eyes, a stray curl falling into his eye; goodness did he look good…

"Why would you want to do this to yourself?" he asked, picking up my arm again. "Why do you do that to yourself?" I asked back, I had seen his scars, after all, and he was going to chastise me for cutting myself? "Haha, so you noticed?" he said, letting my arm go, flipping his over so that I could see his wrists. "But you're too pretty to do that to yourself," he said back, looking into my eyes. The way he said it, he actually sounded serious, he couldn't be though… "You hate life as much as me." he said, staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't really a question, I guess it was something in-between a statement and a question. "Yeah," I said back, pulling my legs up to my chest, crossing my arms around them. "I'm good at reading people's emotions," he said, sort of like he was apologizing. "So what in this wonderful world made you like this?" he asked, not having to say anything else to make me know he was talking about me being emo. "Lots of stuff, its kinda personal," I said back, letting some of my hair fall into my eyes. "Oh, I understand. Personal stuff made me this way too," he said back, crossing his legs in front of him.

He looked over at me, with his smoky, intoxicating, mysterious eyes; so full of emotion that it looked like it hurt. I couldn't help but stare back, he was hypnotizing. Before the moment could get awkward, though, I blurted out, "Do you by any chance have a twin?" He chuckled and replied, "I assume you've met Rosalie, she's the only twin I know I have. Were total opposites, though." "That sounds like my brother Emmett and me," I said, "He's like the happiest jock alive, and well, I think you can tell what I am by just looking at me." I looked down at my feet, hoping he wouldn't find me weird. "When I look at you I don't see you as being just an emo. I see you as being someone who's been hurt and deals with their emotions in different ways than most people," he said, taking my hand in his.

When our hands touched I felt adrenaline rush through my body, probably because I hadn't let anyone touch me since…well, you know. I was really scared to let anyone even barely brush against me anymore, let alone hold my hand. But something about Jasper was inviting, maybe because he was emo like me, I didn't know. Him holding my hand both scared me but my heart fluttered in my chest, maybe because I liked him?

The bell rang. Popping out of my little thinking world, Jasper and I got up. He released our hands, rubbing his hand through his hair. People began pouring into the hallway, making it cramped. "What class do you have next?" Jasper asked, nervously. "Uh, geography, I think," I said back, people were starting to stare at us. "Would you care if I escorted you there? I have the same class next," he said smiling. I nodded and he took my hand in his again, people were really starting to stare. The only emo person at that school (before I came) had met the new girl, who turns out to be emo, and they start hanging out and holding hands? Yeah, that was five star gossip, and people at that school just loved to spread it.

After the last two periods of the day, spent with Jasper, I was starting to get comfortable being around him. But I was careful not to let him get too close to me; I just wasn't ready for that kind of stuff yet. I guess I was sort of Closter phobic or something. Jasper walked me to Emmett's Hummer after last period, causing even more people to raise their eyebrows. After exchanging our numbers and with the promise of him texting me later, the day seemed to not suck so bad after all. Until I got in the car…

I was actually smiling, something only Jasper could make me do, I guess. Emmett waited until we were out of the parking lot before speaking, a grim look on his face. "Alice, would you care to explain to me why in the hell you were hanging out with Jasper Hale?" he shouted at me, making me cringe. "Why do you care who I hang out with? The only thing you seem to be concerned with is humiliating me in front of the ENTIRE school!" I shouted right back; he was really pissing me off lately. "I wanted to do that to impress my new friends, it worked. And Rosalie, his sister, told me about him, he wouldn't be good for you," he replied. He was a poor excuse for a person. "Some "friends" you have if you need to hurt your sister to impress them. So I bet you're sleeping with Rosalie now, that's probably the only reason she told you that. And how would he be bad for me? Because he's emo, too?" I shouted back, I was ready to get out of my seat and slap him in the head. "Whether I'm sleeping with her or not is MY business. And yes it's because he's emo-it's not natural! And what if he hurts you like Josh did?" he replied back. We pulled into the driveway, thank goodness. "Jasper understands me better than anyone else does. And he would NEVER hurt me the way Josh did, that I'm sure of!" I shouted, I was crying by then.

Before Emmett could turn off his car I was already out, running up the steps to my house. I slammed the door after me, right in Emmett's face. He was trying to apologize, but it was a little too late for that. Running up the stairs I locked my bedroom door behind me, dropping onto my bed, sobbing. I didn't understand why Emmett was being such an ass to me and then acting like he actually liked me. He was so confusing! All boys were…except Jasper. He seemed to understand me, way better than anyone before him. Actually, he was the only person who even tried to understand what I did. I didn't get how Emmett could be so prejudice, how anyone could be so prejudice against people like Jasper and me.

Emmett was pounding on my door, asking for forgiveness that would never come. I was still crying, I didn't like Emmett talking about Jasper like that. I guess I liked Jasper, in a boyfriend girlfriend way. But I was still kind of hesitant about us actually dating. A tiny part of my mind was whispering to me, what if he's like Josh? What if he hurts you? But I kept repeating to myself that he was different, he couldn't possibly hurt me. Even though I had only known him for a day, I felt that I knew Jasper, that I could trust him. But could I trust him with my biggest secret? The one that had made me the way I was, possibly the way I was going to be forever?

A/N: Ok, so tell me what you think? I'll try to make the chapters longer, I promise, I'm just busy. Please tell me if I'm rambling….