Not Trusting You Chapter 4, a twilight fanfic

A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Read, review, and enjoy!

Jasper POV

"Here!" she looked up at me with a huge, goofy grin on her face. I went on with the rest of the kids and then we started colouring in the lines. Amber and I would colour out of the lines to make the kids laugh, and it worked. Alyssa was an amazing drawer but everybody seemed to ignore her, and I felt her tense up a bit. I used my calming powers to calm her a little, and then I introduced her to another little shy girl with wild blond curls. The curiosity rolled off her in torrents as Alyssa ran up to her.

"Hey! I'm Lyssa!" she brushed her curly brown out of her eyes as she sat next to the blonde.

"I'm Greta," the blonde curly haired girl said quietly. I could tell that Greta was a shy girl and didn't have many friends. As they set off to work adding numbers like 3+2, I thought about a bunch of different things.

Alice POV

I sauntered up to the doors of my new high school, New York Preparatory High School, NYPS. I felt a lot of guys staring at my petite figure, and girls looking on with envy. I shrugged their looks off as I gracefully loped my way to the attendance office. I opened the door and a cheery woman was at the desk.

"Hello Mrs. Ford? I'm Alice Quincy, new to the school, and I was wondering if you have my schedule?" I asked as I leaned against the counter, standing on my tippy toes peering curiously over the edge.

Mrs. Ford looked up at me and smiled a crinkly smile. She pulled out a file and sorted some papers in there. "Yes I do, Alice, here they are." She handed me some papers, including a map of the school and my class schedule. "Now go on and have a good day!" she waved as she started typing something into the computer set up at her desk.

I looked at the piece of paper with my schedule typed out on it.

Alice Quincy's Schedule

Junior, homeroom 11A

First period: 8:40-8:55: Homeroom, Mr. Fryer

Second period: 9:00 to 9:45: Advanced English, Mr. Taylor

Third period: 9:50 to 10:35: Drama, Miss Erickson

Fourth period: 10:40 to 11:25: French, Mme. Pierre

Fifth period: 11:30 to 12:15: Advanced Physics, Mr. Liu

Sixth period: 12:20 to 1:05: Lunch period

Seventh period: 1:10 to 1:55: Trigonometry, Mr. Robertson

Eighth period: 2:00 to 2:45: Biology, Ms. Howard

I sighed as I saw all the classes where I could probably teach the class better than the teacher themselves! Whatever, it's gonna be a long day without Jasper. Speaking of Jasper, I wonder what he's doing... I thought to myself as I walked to homeroom with Mr. Fryer.

I sat down in homeroom and listened to the teacher clack her pen when I had a vision.

Emmett walking in to his new work, smiling all the way. He enters the office room and looks right in front of him. A fairly short, skinny girl is confused in front of him, with pale skin and brownie coloured hair. Her eyes are a delicious colour of chocolate brown as her eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Bella.

Edward POV

I sat in the skyscraper, looking out in the clear blue sky. I was sitting on a cream coloured couch in a large penthouse that took up one whole floor. Esme was quietly reading some Shakespeare in a comfier chair, while I kept my eyes empty looking out onto the Lady of Liberty. Carlisle had worked a little on the momentous statue but he doesn't talk about it that often. I was bored, as is often, so I read into the minds of other people.

Hmm, I wonder if Carlisle would kill himself if I died, Esme thought. I wonder if heaven is real, and how tragic Romeo and Juliet is.

I know Esme is being indirect about it, but Romeo and Juliet was one of-No, I couldn't say her name. It brought up too much pain.

Okay so we need to get this guy some morphine. Well I hope Seth gets it fast enough, I want this guy to live, Carlisle wondered.

Carlisle, the compassionate one. Always putting himself last and caring for others first. I thought of Carlisle fondly as I switched into Emmett's brain.

I wonder if they'll like my jokes enough. Maybe I should bring a different perspective when I come in to work. Wow, Emmett's brain is actually functioning for once, I though with an inward laugh.

Oh my god, my mani is chipping! Oh my god! I need to rebook, ASAP! I so hope Emmett doesn't notice! Typical Rosalie moment. Always caring about herself, the much different opposite of Carlisle.

Why is that guy putting Barbie dolls in his mouth? Jasper was feeling a bit revolted by that, as normal people probably would.

And then I peeked into Alice's mind.

"Oh my god," I whispered, as I couldn't breathe any more. Bella, the love of my life, was working with Emmett. My Bella, my beautiful Bella, the pale skin, the clumsiness, those understanding rich chocolate brown eyes. My beautiful Bella. I could feel the pain ripping through my chest, ripping myself in half. The one I had left to fend for herself. I couldn't stand the pain anymore. I screamed and I gripped my hair in agony while Esme looked on in bewilderment.