Title: I Can Feel Your Feelings Through This White Paper.

Author: alt-3-etf

Beta: EVS

Pairing: Jasper and Jacob

Summary: AU. The Blacks move back to Forks after Billy's accident. Jacob's principle offers Jacob a shrink, only to have it to be the vampire who not only despises the young wolf, but wants to rip his throat out and drink him dray. It's not too good when Jacob imprints on him.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters. OC's where needed, no one major. Some minor changes too – they have fangs that come out when they get aroused, smell blood etc. They also sleep eventually just every...two weeks or so, not every night.

Warnings: Cursing, Male on male [eventually], mythological creatures. RACIST COMMENTS I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND! Mention of drugs in this chapter.

Author's Note: Thank you everyone who reviewed my last chapter and those who put it on alert and whatnot, it means a lot to me :). Also to the grammar Nazis, you may annoy people but, we love you deep down ^^. It's my birthday tomorrow ^^.

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My eyes snapped open, only to squint at the bright light shinning in them. I groaned. Not only had I been asleep outside, the sun had decided to come out. I skin was on fire. Sun stroke.

I sighed and stretched my arms, cracking my back and next in the process.

Scanning the area, I realised I wasn't at school. Oh no, I was outside my tent with my bag laid next to me. Odd.

I sat up and winced. Fuck my head!

Rubbing my temples I stood, only to have my body sway. I felt drunk, out of control. My sight became blurry again, my chest became tight. I was going to lose consciousness again.

I didn't. It suddenly subsided. Thank God.

Feeling human again, I checked my old, scratched watch. 5:31.

It was sunny at half past 5 in the afternoon? The weather was getting kinda freaky...

I shoved my camping bag in my tent and crawled in after it. I had nowhere else to go, I may as well sleep.

As I was climbing into my sleeping bag, something sharp stabbed me in my thigh.

The shirk.

Their business card stabbed my thigh. Why in God's name would I call them? Would I call them? I couldn't, they'd think I was some sort of freak...or they'd call the police on dad sorry, Billy. They couldn't do that...although they were supposed to keep things confidential...unless I intended to hurt myself or others...but who was I going to hurt besides myself? Who the fuck were they going to call? Buck Rodgers? I didn't think so.

As I walked through the town, I sighed. Finding a pay phone wasn't that easy. There were many a few years back but since no one drove through Forks nor used the pay phones as cell phones ruled their lives, they got rid of them.

I slipped in a few nickels after dialling the number and waited for the phone to be answered.

"Good Evening, you have reached Dr Hale's office, this is Esme speaking, how may I help you?"

Her voice was soft, mesmerising...

"Uh, yeah, hi. This is Jacob Black. I was told to call to make an appointment?" I asked uneasily.

"Of course Mr Black!" she squealed.

"When would you like the appointment made for?"

I bit my lip, winding my finger round the phone's cord.

"As soon as possible...please?"

"Uh huh, well Mr Black is tomorrow okay with you, at 5:30?"

"Yes that's fine."

"Okay Mr Black, just to confirm, your appointment is tomorrow at 5:30?"

"Yes, it is."

"Okay, Mr Hale looks forward to seeing you. Good day sir."

"Wait!" I cried.

"Yes?"

I paused, "How do you get to...Dr Hale's office?"

"Do you know where the High school is sir?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, down the same road there is a small building, it has a sign in the window saying 'Dr Hale Psychologist'."

"Thank you Esme," I smiled.

"You're most welcome Mr Black, see you tomorrow."

The line went dead.

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I sat in Chemistry, writing down the difference between exothermic and endothermic reactions.

By the feel of it, my body was doing an endothermic reaction. My body was on fire. Sweat dripped off my skin, my frame was flushed. I looked like I'd just been for a wank.

"Mr Black, are you ok?"

I lift my head to face my teacher. The students in front of me had averted their gaze to mine.

"Yeah, why'd you ask?" I mumbled.

"Well, you're sweating and flustered."

Sniggers rippled through the room.

I shrugged, my eyes drooping slightly, "'m fine sir."

"Have you taken any drugs?" His voice was low, serious. I raised my eyebrow, drugs? He thought I'd taken drugs? Of course I had. I had some E before I walked into class just to take the edge off. No, sorry, I stole some Copper Sulphate, a whole 0.00 grams.

"No sir, I haven't taken any drugs. I think I may have a cold."

He nodded and continued his speech.

Delta H? I've already done this. I already know this.

I copied off the board anyway, despite the pain that rippled through me. Despite the hot flushes sweeping over me. Despite I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

The bell rang, and I was on my way.

I walked into the English room, and took my empty desk.

Edward had moved across the room, in fact, no one sat near me. I think I smelt bad. Then I did thanks to the amount of sweat my body was producing. Screw a class trip to Niagara Falls, use me and save money.

The lesson dragged. Miss Smith spoke about some famous Authors and Poets.

Edger Allan Poe, Charlotte Bronte, you know, authors of books only people who enjoy reading read.

I had my head on the table, my arms wrapped round it, shielding my hair from the teacher. I was sweating more, my blood pulsing, my muscles aching. I felt horrific.

Again, the bell rang and we were dismissed.

They were sorry. I was asked to stay behind. Well, I wasn't going anywhere any time soon, I could barely stay awake.

"Jacob?"

I had no energy to lift my head so, I simply turned it so I could look the teacher in the eye.

"Are you okay?"

I shrugged, closing my eyes.

"Maybe you should go home."

I snorted and sat up, grabbing my stuff.

"Nope, that won't be necessary Miss, I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle," I lied.

She nodded as I made my way out of class and into my lunch period.

I sat beneath the tree again. My head resting on the bark with my body pulsing. I closed my eyes letting my ears hear the sounds my body would usually ignore.

Laughter, anger, wind, cars, whispers.

Shaking my head, I tried to relax. If I were going to go to my next lesson, I needed to rest.

As the students started to file inside, I followed them slowly. I didn't want to go to Ancient Mythology.

The blonde guy too, had moved seats. He was at the front of the class, next to a group of oogling teen-girls.

This week, we skimmed the legends of werewolves.

Some of the legends were quite bazaar. How can you only kill one with silver or gold bullets? What about nickel? It'll give 'em nickel poising.

It was often the misused term for shape shifters, who chose the form of a wolf.

I sighed. I started to feel worse, more sweat escaped my pores, my throat was dry, I needed water but I had forgotten my bag this morning as I slept in and had to sprint to school.

School was out.

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As 5:30 approached, I walked down the road trying to find Dr Hale's office.

Esme was right, it was as small building, no larger than the diner at the cross roads. The window was large, blocked with white, vertical blinds with a small sign, saying what Esme had said.

I'd found it.

A bell rang as I opened the door, signalling I had arrived. It rang through my head, causing my headache to cringe with my whole body to follow.

"Good Afternoon Mr Black, please take a seat, Dr Hale will be with you shortly."

I took a seat in the waiting room.

The room was small and mint green. It was a change from the white walls at school. The chairs were darker than the walls and the carpet was darker still. A small pine table stood centre stage, filled with old magazines for helpless patients to read.

The colours hurt my eyes.

"Jacob Black?"

I looked up at the woman.

She had short brunette hair, hanging loosely next to her ears. Dull eyes hid behind her bangs. She was fairly tall and slender. She looked like a mother.

I stood, feeling light headed.

I followed the woman; I believed to be Esme, through a set of heavy wooden doors. They looked like Principal Dawkins'. Had we entered the school through a secret entrance?

The office however, was completely different.

The walls were a light orange, with numerous awards hanging on the wall. Thick, dark wooden blinds blocked out the sun.

"Dr Hale, Mr Black is here to see you now."

The woman left the room, leave me alone, in a room full of seats and papers with a complete stranger. In fact, where was the stranger?

As if on cue, Dr Hale walked in.

My eyes bulged, "You?"

Dr Hale smiled, "Hello Jacob."

It was him. Him from my Ancient Mythology class. The one who seemed to be quite racist towards me and called me a dog.

"Please, sit." He gestured with his hand.

I took a pew on a small leather sofa, and he took one opposite me, in a small cushioned chair.

"Well, let's start from the beginning shall we?"

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Sorry it isn't too good. It's almost 4 am, and it's boiling in this room.

Sorry for mistakes, and everything else.

-Alt3Etf.