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Wow. I had a ton of favorites over the past few days, but only a few reviews. It would be awesome if I had some more reviews... really. Anyways, huge thanks to RavenclawRebel , xxCantControlMyselfxx, and CassieCullen for awesome reviews and without you three I don't know what I would of done. It kind of sucks to see all of these people favor but not review so I do hope to see a few more reviews, whether it be: criticism, flames, compliments, something about anything or a whole thing on this odd pairing. Totally excepted. I love random people. Seriously. Okay, well, enjoy. I struggled to write this chapter because I do not have my Twilight book and I am going off of memory, and I'd say I'd doing okay... depends on what the fans think... What do you think?

Also, I'm trying to decide a new nickname for Bella from Jasper. Not "Love" because that's Edward's thing. These characters are already too much alike and I'm not going to make them even more alike. I'd just feel like I'm uncreative... I was thinking Sweets... but, oh I don't know. Tell me if you have any idea.

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Walking to biology, I was accompanied by a small, shy girl named Angela. It was refreshing knowing that she wasn't one to keep on talking, chewing off my ear about Forks, the Cullens' or any gossip I was requested to know. She wasn't like Jessica, who I could compare to a bad car salesman. She kept a small distance between us and quietly lead me to my next class. I followed her lead exactly by taking her exact steps, and when I realized what I was doing exactly, I backed off a few more feet. Daughter of the runaway, or Creeper?

She lead me into class and walked off to her seat near the front, next to a blond girl I had not met yet and had no desire to meet. I sent her a look in which she returned with a guilty frown and turned to her partner. Quickly, I turned to class and noted that the only empty seat was in the third row closest to the back. I had no problem with that seat, the back was fine, but the person seated to my soon-to-be left made me want to push Angela out of her seat. Or anybody in that case.

Seated in the back, with his golden eyes trained on me was Jasper Hale. His lips were once again folded into a smooth white line, and his eyebrows were scrunched as if concentrating too hard. My breath clung to my lungs knowing that Jasper was looking at me. His blond hair was in a tousle, pushed back except for one stray strand. He wore dark cut off jeans and a tight, black sweater that contrasted against his pale skin beautifully. I had the feeling, no matter what he wore, he'd look beautiful. I pushed my sudden fear out of the way and brought up some courage from the pit of my stomach, and began to march my way over there. The golden eyes followed my every step and I suddenly felt a blush coming to my cheeks.

Why was he so intent on me being either flushed or nervous?

I quickly made my way to the seat, and finally when I did, I sat down, keeping my eyes at my new desk. I let my hair fall, creating a curtain between the two of us. Although my hair was blocking my view of him, I still somehow managed to see through my hair and from the corner of my eye, see Jasper's gaze still on me. His eyes were a dark topaz, not as bright as they were in the lunchroom, but still gorgeous enough to gawk for hours. I turned my head to meet Jasper's gaze and said a quiet hello. Unsure of how he would take it I also threw in a small smile and began to fidget with my fingers, drumming them against the sold object in front of me. His eyes watched my fingers drum against my lab book and I instantly stopped, and struggled to breath as his voice slowly crawled from his mouth. "Hello Bella," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. If heaven was ever possibly a sound, his voice would be it.

My throat felt dry and the rest of my body felt still, unable to move under his gaze and not with his voice and curiosity lingering around me. I felt lost, but knew I had to say something. Something in my brain alerted me that this was my only chance to ever talk -get to know- to Jasper Hale, that mysterious boy who was my lab partner. My brain was fried so I said the first thing, that wasn't an invasion of privacy, I could think of. "I- I hope you don't mind me sitting here-" I spoke, keeping my eyes trained to his.

"No, no." Jasper shook his head, and smiled. I held in my breath; his smile was amazing, not too showy but it still gave you that spark of jealousy, knowing that someone could of been that... perfect. his teeth caught the small reflection of the lights above us, and his fine, semi-glossy hair blonde was thrown back. Under his eyes was a set of purple bruises, against his pale skin it was almost sickly but attractive at the exact same time. "It's perfectly fine. I'm Jasper." He held out his hand, in which I felt eager to grab.

Instead, I slowly moved to shake his hand, as if savoring this moment for life long memories. When his hand was finally in my grasp, I bit back a gasp at the temperature of his hand. It was freezing. "I know," I whispered, my fingers lingering into Jasper's touch.

His eyebrows pulled together and his smile turned into a curious smirk. "You do?" I watched a few different emotions play on his face.

"I do." I answered back, playfully. My heartbeat increased as we continued our talk. I began to fear I was being too out there.

Jasper chuckled and asked, "How exactly, may I ask, is it that you know about me?" His voice was in a whisper and deep, adding a seductive taste to it. Tearing my eyes from Jasper's lips and restraining myself from staring was the hardest thing I had ever attempted, but I did. I hated that I felt instantly, and positively, safe around him, and as if I wanted to melt into his arms. If he held me, I might not have let him let me go. I had a feeling he would of been perfectly fine with this idea. Not that I'd voice my idea out loud.

I flushed and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. It easy came undone and slid back into place. "I'm a curious person," I explained, with a straight face. Jasper's eyes filled with entertainment, becoming lighter in a weird sense.

At this, Jasper laughed and gave an approving nod, turning back toward the teacher, who began to explain to us our next lesson. Unfortunately, I had already read about this in Phoenix and knew all of this already. So I sat back quietly doodling in the corner of my notebook, tossing occasional glances to the boy sitting next to me, Jasper Hale. The curtain of hair was up. He quietly stared the board ahead, his body stiff and totally still- his breathing almost non-existent. I could see his chest heave up and down occasionally, but that was it for movement.

The class continued, each second feeling like a minute and I kept my gaze occasionally still at Jasper, who still has yet to look my way. First he stares and now he doesn't... what is wrong with this boy? I almost felt myself demand to know what was, to turn in my seat and demand to know why he must remain so anonymous toward me. Can't he see he's nearly kill me with his silence? Can't he tell I want more then a quaint introduction? Doesn't he notice I'm desperate to hear his voice? Did he not see me melt? Did he?

The bell rung and Jasper slowly raised from his seat, gathering his things into his arms and slid past me. He quickly tossed a look my way and gave a gentle wave. "See you tomorrow ...Bella." With that said, he left jogging to the door, pushing past all of the other kids who casually watched our exchange. It felt like I was stuck in some old soap opera. You can hate them all you want, but sometimes you have to watch. This was Forks high school, one sick high school soap without the cameras.

Haven't I hit the jackpot?

I blinked after Jasper and then blindly turned to grab all of my things from my desk. I closed my notebook and gathered all of the things into my arms, running off to my next class. The dreaded Physical Education. It was bad enough I was being escorted, much to Jessica's displeasure, by Mike Newton. Now I was stuck in P.E. left to hurt someone if they weren't careful around me. Mike smiled at me and sped up his walk but said nothing so I said nothing. Finally at the doors of the gym Mike ran off and I was left to escort myself through the gym, with my thoughts mostly focused on Jasper and his bipolar disorder.

None of the facts matched up with Jasper and I was set on finding out who he truly his. He was only seventeen, and nearly perfect. What could be wrong with him? Although he was adopted, surely something bad before he came to live with his family that must of happened- something life changing. But who would hurt such a lovely boy? Whoever it was deserved to feel the same pain, maybe even worse then him. Just so they would know, just so they learned.

Finished with the rest of the day, I made my over to the main office. I opened the door and was greeted by a woman with with large teeth and a small smile. I stepped up to the desk and smiled back. "How was your first day, honey?" the lady asked, her voice friendly as she took the papers I handed her.

"Pleasant," I lied through my teeth.

The woman smiled, "Good, good." As I turned to leave she added, "Tell your father I say hello." As if assuming I knew who she were. I nodded my head and left.

I ran out to the parking lot and climbed into my car. I threw my bag down into the passenger seat and took a glance toward my left. My eyes caught the five of them chatting in a circle. Everyone, but Jasper. His eyes were locked with mine, his face hard as stone. I held my breath as his blond sister shook his shoulder, and shoved him off towards the others. She turned quickly and glared at me with dark eyes. Two other family members, the small girl and the biggest boy, grasped the blonde's shoulder softly leaned into her ear and they both said something. She gave me one last glare before turning away and attaching herself into the the large boys side and the small girl, Alice, I think her name was, waved to me (I was too stunned to react) and ran off after the rest of her group. The blonde glared at her until they disappeared into two different cars. A large jeep and a Volvo. I sat in my car stunned, until I noted that almost all of the school's population had left and Charlie was probably curious as to my where abouts.

What was it about this family that made them hate me so much? Had I said something wrong? Were they overprotective of their little brother? It was possible he had been hurt before, whether it be physical, mentally, or both. Maybe someone broke his heart and now I was left to suffer the consequences of that person's obviously, stupid mistake of hurting Jasper.

So I drove home with a pounding head and heart. Jasper Hale all over my mind. And one question left to linger longest in my mind: What exactly was Jasper Hale doing to my heart and I?