Chapter One: Lissie
Everyone let Esme continue reading for Lissie's point of view. They would switch when it was a male's. If it switched to one's that is. Then, Jasper would take over.
"Five minutes, sweetheart!" my mom yelled from downstairs. Of course, I groaned, being a teenager. Time to get up and get ready for school.
"Only five minutes!" Leah exclaimed. "I need at least 15!"
Alice sighed, shaking her head. There should be at least an hour of time of to get ready.
I rolled out of my burrito of warmth and was met with cold, morning air of somewhere in Canada. "Whatever!" I said quietly, because both of my parents would hear it wherever they were and however loud I said it. And my dad was somewhere in the woods. Hunting for some sort of animal.
"So she knows, then, I assume," Carlisle mumbled.
You see, both my parents-Rosalie Hale and Emmett McCarty- were immortal vampires who didn't look like they were born in 1915, but were. And they were gorgeous. So much, that my teachers, even when I was younger, hit on them. My married, female teacher with 3 children and totally straight, hit on my mom. My mother! It was gross. Seriously.
"That is kind of gross," Edward agreed. "Plenty of teachers back in Forks thought you beautiful Esme."
"Awww..." Jacob cooed again.
Alice sighed. Would he ever stop cooing?
I stumbled into the bathroom, grabbing my clothes as I went. I hope I actually picked up pants and a shirt this time, and not two pairs of pants or anything. As I shut the door, I quickly examined the black clothing in my hands. And sighed in relief. Black skinnies, black tank top, leather jacket. Good. I struggled to get them on as I brushed my teeth.
"All black!" Alice shrieked, no longer tranquil or anything. She was horrofied at Lissie's choice in clothing.
"Fantastic multi-tasker," Jasper murmured appreciatively. Those words caused Alice to smile a little, though she still was miffed at Lissie.
"Hurry up, Liss!" Dad shouted. He didn't need to. At all. The man was naturally loud. I almost feel bad for the vampires he lived with before. I wonder if they ever got headaches because of him? I know I have. I really do love my father, but seriously. I don't want to go deaf at the young age of seventeen. Plus, I'm too pretty not to hear the compliments all the guys, and a few girls, give me.
"Incredibly vain," Seth noted. "But I guess that's what happens when you are raised by Rosalie."
"I'm sure she's pretty too," Leah defended. "She's a Hale. Fantastic gene pool they have. You can't really blame her."
I grabbed my 4 inch (yeah, FOUR inch) leather ankle boots.
"Wow," Bella gasped. She still hadn't gotten over her aversion to heels, even now that she was impossibly graceful.
I nearly fell down the stairs and broke my neck trying to get those things on as I hopped down the staircase that was far too long. You know how there was that break thing between the flights or whatever? Those square areas of tile where you can tie your shoe? Yeah. There were three, because the home I lived in had multiple floors, and I had the master bedroom. Which was on the top floor. Fun fun.
"Sarcastic much?" Jacob snorted, like Jasper had after the prologue.
I am amazing, if I do say so myself. I managed to get all my stuff done in five minutes, and not die while trying to get to the kitchen to grab a muffin. And I still looked hot. Fantastic looks are in those awesome genes I have. Thank goodness for the really pretty dude or chick who started all this beauty we Hales have. I couldn't stand not being beautiful.
Jasper chuckled. She really reminded him of Rose. Rosalie was like a twin to him, and he missed her.
"Time to go," Mom said cheerfully (the woman was so lying, because she hated school), wrapping her hand around Dad's large wrist and dragging him out the door. That left me to follow dutifully behind. Sigh.
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"Time skip here," Esme told her family.
We had barely ten minutes left when we arrived. Suddenly, my parents froze (bad, bad idea since Dad was still driving), and gasped in shock. And sniffed a little. It was sort of...creepy, I guess, watching them sniff the air.
"I agree," said Jacob and Seth.
"Get out," Mom hissed. She pushed me out the door. Once again, bad idea. The car was still moving. I think. That's what it felt like at least. I'm sure it wasn't though, since my dear mother loved me, and wouldn't risk my life because of something. I hope.
Jacob laughed. When the others looked at him oddly, he shrugged.
Then, my parents sped away, and left me standing there like an absolute moron. Oh, God I felt stupid. I sighed. Time to face the crowd.
"Hello!" The voice was annoying, perky, tinkling, and too pretty to be human. That's why Mother and Father had left like a Fury out of Hades. More vampys. Yipee.
"Greek Mythology," Jasper sighed at a few supernatural creature's questioning glances.
I spun around, looking up, only to find that this vampy was way shorter than my 6 foot 2-ness. I'm sure she didn't even reach 5 feet. Like a little elf, or pixie. She was kind of cute, and I just wanted to pich her cheeks. So childlike.
Leah let out an odd sound. It was a cross between choking and laughing that caused Alice to frown.
"Hi," I said to her. I didn't mean for my voice to come out all cold and rude and stuff, but it did. Just natural, I suppose, since that's how I'd grown up.
It hit me all of the sudden. This was Alice Cullen. Same black hair, cut short. Same everything Mom and Dad had described. The Cullens were here.
"I'm Alice," she laughed. It sounded like bells. It only made me want to pinch her cheeks more.
Insert Jacob's chuckle of agreement.
"But you just figured that out." She took my hand. When I tried to break away from her grasp, she only gripped harder and pulled me into the building. "We need to get Rosalie and Emmett's scent off of you." She smiled at me. Now I knew why my parents loved her. She was annoying, but still...
In the bathroom, she sprayed me with so much perfume (which smelled fantastic, by the way), I was pretty sure the other vampires would hold their breath and not notice me, and all the students would lose their sense of smell. Oh yeah, great first impression that would be, rendering the entire student body scentless.
"Cool," was all Seth said on the subject.
"Would be, wouldn't it?" Jacob muttered to himself.
"My friend Jasper," Alice explained, "will be in your first hour. Try not to bash your head in if he changes moods for the fun of it. Especially if it's yours. He'll make you madder, and pretty much embarass you." She pointed to the end of the hall. "Have fun, and see you at lunch." And so, the future seeing Alice skipped down the hall to her own first hour. I was alone again.
"Miss Hale?" Mr... I looked down at the list in my hands. How it got there, I had and inkling of an idea. Mr. Robinson. Yep, that was his name. "Are you coming to class anytime soon?"
Moron again, which is my second again, now my third. "Possibly," I replied. "Might not."
"Get in here, Miss Hale." He nearly growled at me. Growled! Only vampys growled! Oh my God! Maybe he was a vampire in disguise as a human.
"Odd child," Edward pointed out. He smiled smugly at Jasper's defending thoughts, and nodded to his sister.
I rolled my eyes, and brushed past him into the classroom. I made my way towards the only open seat... and saw the possible hottest creature on this planet. Pencil bag? Check. Pencils and stuff in that bag? Check. Blond god? Big fat freaking check!
"She likes you! She likes you!" Jacob, Seth, and Leah sang loudly and off key.
The only problem was that he was a vampire. And taken by Alice. This was Jasper Whitlock in all his blond glory. Please don't judge me. I have a thing for fellow blonds. We get no cerdit whatsoever, other than being stupid. I know blonds. I am one! We are no tby any means stupid. That's just a few, and there are stuid brunettes too! I can't say anything about reheads. All of the ones I know are geniuses. Like those Asians.
"Stereotpes," Esme sighed.
Then, I smiled and strutted (hate that word, but worked in my case) to my seat. Maybe this hour would be fun after all. Dad always did say Jasper could feel and manipulate emotions...
"What's she going to do to you?" Carlisle wondered.
"Something not good," responded Jasper.
