Hear my Strength

JPOV

"Rose, will you just chill out over there? You look fine." I said annoyed while drumming my fingers on the arm rest in her red convertible parked outside the music wing.

"Shut up, Jasper. First impressions are the most important," she said while giving me a death glare. I sighed and ran my hand through my messy blond hair. Rosalie wiped her lips stick from the corners of her lips a replied it the fourth time, while gazing at her reflection in the rearview mirror. I sighed as I stared at my sister, wonder why you want to be so perfect like that.

I knew my sister was very pretty, hell, you should see how many guys I've beaten up because they look at my sister the wrong way, or said the wrong comment about her. And what's sad is she finds it very amusing to people fight over her, and I can't really say I mind. We just moved to Baton Rouge from Texas about 2 weeks ago; I saw no reason to get expelled from school because of my sister, so early in the game.

"Come on, Rose. Let's go, you have a whole hour before school to redo your make-up," I said thank God that I had choir so early.

Rose was enrolled in the all-girls school across the street from my all-boys school. Both were owned by the same people, so some classes were mixed but not a lot. Choir, just happened to be one of them.

"Fine, but I'm walking in with you then I'm ditching you, got that?" she said turning off the car and straightened her uniform.

"Fine, fine. I don't care, but let's go," I said relieved that I didn't have to sit in the car anymore. I opened the door feeling the cool air hit my face; I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, tasting the wetness around me. When I opened my eyes I saw Rose motioning me to follow.

We walked up to the music wing, as I watched people get out of their cars and stare at us. I growled under my breath at one guy that seemed to stare longer than necessary at my sister.

"Jasper," she scolded silently.

I looked at her, my hands clenched at my side, and nodded that I would let it go. She pulled open the door and half of the choir hall went quiet. Correction almost the entire choir hall went quiet, male and female alike. I tensed as I watched the faces of the people around us, some filled with jealousy, others anger, and some I hate to say, lust, all for my sister.

"Be good, Jasper," She said as she smiled at her accomplishment, kissed me of the cheek and walked off to another part of the girl's school.

I sighed and remained impassive, as the stares followed her off. Slowly I walked over to a vacant wall in the hall and leaned on it, dropping my bag on the floor beside me. I ran a hand through my hair out of an old habit, and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest, waiting for the bell to ring.

Every one calmed down once they saw the choir director come towards me.

"Jasper, glad to see you could make it," Carlisle said.

"I wouldn't miss it, sir," I replied. He chuckled lightly, making others in the hallway look our way.

"Eager for choir?"

"More than anything, sir," I responded while smiling at him.

"Your audition was one of the best, almost as good as our lead soprano. You have been in choir before, right?"

"Yes, sir. At a number of other schools," I stated, giving him knowledge of my expirence.

"Good, then you understand the importance of a section leader?"

"Yes, sir-"

"Jasper, is there any reason why you should talk to me like I'm your military leader?" he asked cutting me off.

"No… no, there isn't," I responded by clenching my jaw to stop the old habit.

"Good, then you understand that most section leaders are chosen for solos, correct?"

"Yes, I understand that fact," I spoke, looking him straight into the eyes. He smiled warmly, and patted my shoulder before turning and heading back towards the choral room.

"Good, I'm expecting great things from you, Mr. Hale."

I sighed, letting my back relax once more against the wall. Now my only problem is this lead soprano. All my life I've been told that I have a wonderful voice for a bass. Personally I didn't think my voice was that great, it's always rough and scratchy, and inhumanly low, but people say otherwise.

My voice was like thunder in a far off place, rumbling softly at a calming tone, but carried power and shock. It was the exact opposite of a soprano. A soprano's voice was more like wind blowing in a field of grass, each translucent pitch whistled in your ear, giving it an utmost beauty.

I want to hear this soprano, to see if my voice can really compare with hers. In choir, the soprano and the bass are the foundation of the music, while the altos and tenors are the meat. Both sections are complete opposite in range, but together they sound so perfect, making the sound of a choir its best. Without the two sections, the notes would just run together.

I looked back to where Carlisle left, as I ran my hand through my hair annoyingly, knowing that if the two leads were a soprano and a bass, there would be a lot of work for me. I leaned against the wall once more, not bothering to even look at the people around me. After a good five minutes of waiting, the entire hall went silent, in a matter of moments as the door opened again. Footsteps made its way toward me, while didn't bother to look up knowing only one person can silence a room like that.

What does Rose want now? I rolled my eyes to turn and ask her, but girlish squeals beat me to it. I look over at the commotion, expecting a sister, but instead I found a guy. He was tall, but not huge, but he wasn't small either, he had auburn hair and bright green eyes. I won't lie, not many guys could ever look as good as this guy, and I knew if I acknowledged this guys looks, then the girls were going crazy. And by the amount of half-crazed fan girls fighting over him in the middle of the hall, then my guess was perfect. I watched as fan girls fight continually for him, and how the guy rolled his eyes, and frowned into a very pissed off looking face.

I looks like's he's not as stuck up, as Rosalie. If I had that many fan girls I would be pissed off too. I shrugged at the scene and closed my eyes for a moment, when I opened tem my reflection stared back at me from the opposite side of the glass wall. And I realized half way through that another stared back as well.

A small girl, extremely small girl, hitting maybe 4'11 at the most, was examining herself. She had short spiky hair the color of ink, and eyes that captured the very essence of water, playful and transparent as the darkened with depth. Small features framed an oval face, reminding me of a pixie.

She had a petit waist that was shown by a tailored uniform, and full lips that were slightly parted as she stared at her reflection. When she looked up, I noticed her eyes widened in shock as she saw me. I watched as her eyes traveled my form, but I remained impassive, trying to hold my breath, her eyes suggesting more than I could handle. I was watching her, and she knew. Soon her eyes met mine, but neither pairs looked away, simply staring at each other.

The bell rang in its warning, but neither of us moved, which made me strangely happy that she didn't look away. But as soon as the fan girls passed by, my view was blocked and I lost sight of her. I sighed, knowing that I should go, reluctantly I moved towards the choral room, but the image of the pixie-like girl stayed in my mind. I traveled toward the bass section, knowing right away where my deep voice brought me, and found my assigned chair. I sat down, looking around the room for the pixie.

When I found her I was surprised to find her already looking at me, she looked perplexed and uncertain. When our eyes met, her water color eyes immediately dodged mine almost unnoticeable, making her all the more appealing.

I kept my eyes on her for a while knowing that she knew I was watching her by the way she squirmed every once in a while, but looked anywhere but me. I smiled in amusement. She was pretty, really pretty; more like beautiful and I liked that I could affect her so much. I smirked wondering if this is how Rosalie felt, except to an extreme.

"Listen up the bell rang so get in your seats," the choir instructor said not really yelling, but had a dominant voice. People moved to their seats as the instructor moved towards the fan-girl guy with the green eyes.

"Good morning everyone, I'm Carlisle, and this is my wife and your other instructor Esme. Both of us will be here to teach you and help in chorus. And this," he motioned towards the piano and the boy, "Is Edward, he will be the student helping as the pianist."

Several girls squealed across the room, I watched as Edward rolled his eyes at their sound, and Carlisle laugh at their forwardness.

"Several students have been chosen as section leaders, to help with the new comers. Will they please step down so the rest can know who they are," said Esme in a sweet motherly voice.

I got up from my spot and walked down with 2 other guys that haven't met yet. After introduction, they asked the bass section if they had questions. I zoned out the conversation looking over at the soprano section. A small smile tugged at my lips as I saw the pixie standing as a section leader, confident and radiant, out shinning the others by her. She smiled as she answered a question, as I looked on, my eyes never leaving her. When Carlisle called for us to sit, I watched her as she walked back, looking as if she was almost dancing in her light steps.

Choir passed quickly, no singing was done today, much to my displeasure only news of what we should expect, and times, dates ect. I spent most of the time watching the small pixie girl, because her expressions and movement were entertained me. When it was finally done Esme dismissed all except section leaders. Now, only 12 of us remained in the large room.

"Okay, section leaders, most of you will stay within you own section, to deal with problems and what not, but I need at least one of you from each group to work with the other sections, so we can I stay on the same page, "said Carlisle as he smiled, "Any volunteers?"

"I'll be the soprano leader," the pixie announced in a light soprano voice. I was wrong, this was no ordinary soprano.

Her voice sounded like water dropping on a tile, each splash ringing at a different frequency. Echoing drips of sound pitched to delightfully refresh ones sense of hearing. Each crisp syllable rang in the air, making me automatically close my eyes at the calming sound.

"Good, altos?" asked Esme from the other side the piano, breaking my peace.

"I'll do it," said a girl with glasses and red hair.

"Good, thank you, Karin. Tenors?" she asked.

"I'll be the Tenor leader," said a Asian boy with long black hair.

"Good, Eric. Now the bass?" I stepped forward ready to call out my place, but a sweet soprano voice rung out before my own.

"Then it's settled. All of the section leader that works with different groups will meet here before choir tomorrow," she said while looking straight at me as she walked gracefully and stood by my side. Everyone nodded and left for class, leaving the pixie and I with the choir instructors.

"I didn't know you knew each other?" said Esme.

"We don't," pixie said, looking at Esme. Esme returned her glance with a raise of a brow.

"Oh."

"Any way, you two, I want to be president and vice president of the choir," said Carlisle nodding toward the pixie first, then at me.

"I'm fine with that, you?" she asked looking up at me. Her voice was sweet and polite, but the way she said it was like we've friends are whole life. I looked down at her short stature, locking eyes with her blue orbs.

"Jasper?" Carlisle called after my pause.

"Hn, I fine with it," I said holding me breathe, trying not to notice her intense gaze. She smiled warmly up at me, like a child that just received a new puppy.

"Good, then I'd like you two meet after school to discuss want is needed," Carlisle said taking a step toward the door, "And you need to show him the ropes, okay?"

"Sure, is that okay?" she asked without even looking at our two retreating instructors. I kept quiet, wondering if Rose would have a problem if I stayed after school. Then again she'd probably want to watch the football players…

"Jasper?" she asked, her brow wrinkled in disappointment, and rejection. I smirked a little, as she said my name, in pure bliss at the sound of it on her lips.

"Perfect, but you have to give me a minute after school," I said looking down at her small frame once more. Disappointment faded, and was replaced by a very wide and very happy smile. Before I could even realize it, a smile on my expressionless face grew, for the first time in years.

HOBO;HOBO;HOBO; HOBO;HOBO;HOBO; HOBO;HOBO;HOBO; HOBO;HOBO;HOBO; HOBO;HOBO;

Sorry bout the repeating, I promise after the next chapter. No more. Bear with me, Review!