After my embarrassing little mishap during assembly I walked with Rosalie to our first class. We had nearly all of our classes together, I'm sure whoever scheduled the courses thought it would be easier for me that way. I could do just fine reading the teachers lips by myself though, the only time I got lost was when they would be speaking and writing on the board at the same time. Whatever though, at least I get to see Rosalie almost all day. The only classes we didn't have together are my afternoon art classes.

First we have physics, she signed to me as we walked out of the auditorium. I gave a wave to Bella as we passed her, she was being chatted up by the curly haired brunette sitting next to her; she looked like she wanted to strangle her. I chuckled to myself as we made our way towards one of the academic buildings. This place was much larger than it needed to be. It appeared that each department had their own building. It was gorgeous day out; even with all of the tree coverage the sun was blinding. I pulled out my Ray Ban Wayfarers and smiled, enjoying the warmth on my face. I normally wouldn't be okay with spending so much on material things but they were the originals and I looked damn good in them.

How was the meeting with the counselor? Rosalie asked me as we walking. I simply shrugged. Oh come on, you aren't already on probation or anything are you? I laughed.

No I'm not on probation; it was fine. She's super hot, for a mom I guess, and she signs. She threw her head back as she laughed.

Only you could have the hots for someone middle aged.

It's not my fault everyone our age is so juvenile. I laughed as she narrowed her eyes at me. She hated when I called her juvenile, I teased her frequently for her perfect high school lifestyle and her passion for pop music. We walked up the short set of stairs up to the science building; I was surprised by how nice the facilities were, even though the building was well over 100 years old, everything looked brand new.

The morning went off without a hitch and by lunch time I was starving. I'm going to change into something I can get paint on. I signed to Rosalie and headed off to our dormitory. I put on a pair of carpenter jeans that were already splattered with plaster and a beat up t-shirt that was once black. I had my sunglasses on the top of my head; they did a good job keeping my hair out of my face.

I ran into Bella outside of the cafeteria. "Hey! How are you?" She smiled; she seemed pleased to see someone she recognized. Rosalie must have talked to her because she was making a conscious effort to be facing me so I could read her lips; it was something I was thankful for.

"I'm good. How about you? Having a good first day?" I opened the door for her.

"Sort of" she was lying, something was bothering her. Her shoulders were slouched, Bella's posture wasn't perfect but it wasn't this bad either. I could tell she didn't want to discuss it though so I just let it go. I sniffed the air, a smile forming on my face.

"Mmmm, fooood" I gave a goofy grin as I eyed the food. In the morning the cafeteria looked very different there had only been two or three people working but now there were well over twenty people preparing made to order meals. Bella walked over to the salad bar and I found myself at a burger station, we met back at the utensils and looked around for Rosalie or an empty set of chairs, whichever came first.

Bella saw Rosalie and pulled my sleeve before pointing at my twin sister; she was sitting with a short girl with wild black hair who was chatting away quickly. Bella said hello to her but I couldn't catch her name, I just moved quickly into the seat next to Rosalie. I felt her gentle nudge as she brought my attention to the girl whose mouth was moving so quickly that I couldn't figure out what on earth she was saying. It looked as if she hadn't taken a breath since I sat down. She finally looked to me for a response of some sort. "I'm sorry?" I looked to Rose for some help.

I continued to look at the girl who now looked discouraged as if I had hurt her feelings. What is she saying? I finally signed to my sister but still looked at the petite beauty.

"Ohhhh" I watched her realize the problem, most people would have blushed but she was no longer fazed, not one bit. She thought about something for a moment adorably chewing on her lip. I-A-M-A-L-I-C-E she crudely spelled out. I felt a smile force its way on to my cheeks. She was incredibly beautiful, her short black hair stuck up wildly, she reminded me of some of the girls from DC but along with her visible edginess there was an indescribable grace about her. I felt my heart begin to pound harder in my chest, I was positive my ears must be red with my blushing.

"Nice to meet you Alice, I'm Jasper" I extended my hand across the table, she shook it eagerly. I was a little surprised by how small her hands were; I knew I had large hands but honestly hers were half the size. Her skin felt like silk, I wanted to touch it all of the time.

With her free hand she spelled out Hi.

"Hi" I slowly let go of her tiny hand. I found myself staring into her eyes, getting lost in their gentle brown color. The world around me seemed to fade; it was suddenly as if she was the only person in the room. I wanted her to be the only person in the room. I felt my wrist shake was my watch started to vibrate, I looked down at the face; Rosalie's name flashed a few times. I turned to my sister and raised both palms questioning.

What? I thought you had gone catatonic. She signed and laughed before ruffling my hair. Lunch was nowhere near as long as I wanted it to be, nowhere as long as I needed it to be. Come down to my room before you go for soccer tryouts, I'll walk with you okay? Rosalie took a hold of my shirt to force me to look at her.

"Okay" I rolled my eyes and walked out, part of me wanted to follow Alice; I could change my course schedule around right? Instead I had to go back to my room to get my supplies for my photography class, my portraiture class and my wheel thrown pottery. I had to admit, I loved my afternoon schedule. I followed my campus map to the art building, it looked enormous. The building was almost completely glass and consisted for dozens of studios; our school was one of the few with an accredited art program. I walked upstairs to the dark room smiling; I took a seat in the back of the attached classroom and pulled out a notebook. I began to doodle for a few minutes before I felt a gentle hand on my arm, I looked up quickly and my gaze was met by Alice's.