"You're in advanced photography?" his soft voice rang out as a smile crossed his perfect cheeks. I felt a smile tear across my face, he had unintentionally yelled at me during the lunch. All I could do was nod at him. "Awesome" he grinned as the tips of his ears reddened with an adorable blush. God, he was more beautiful than his sister and Rosalie could well be a model. I tried to stifle a sigh.

"Yeah. Awesome." I smiled back at him. I felt my eyes wandering as I looked down at his plaster covered jeans, they appeared to be Sevens. He had on a destroyed Pink Floyd t-shirt, it had the image from the Dark Side of the Moon and it had faded orange spots, which I assume are from turpentine, all over it. I looked up at his unmanageable blond locks that were glistening in the sunlight that filled the room from the window behind him. They were being kept up by a pair of Bob Dylan style sunglasses.

"So how long have you gone here?" His voice brought me out of my ogling.

"Since my freshman year" I slowed my speech down trying to ensure he could understand me.

"Oh wow, you're a lifer." I smiled at his description.

"Yeah, you could say that. My mom works here so we get to attend classes and live at home."

"Is your Mom a teacher?"

"She teaches the psychology class and she's the guidance counselor" his face changed as the teacher walked in. He looked disappointed as his attention shifted towards her. I began to feel his disappointment as I pulled out my notebook. I traced my finger over my name that I had scribed on its cover as the teacher began to introduce herself and go over the syllabus. It was the exact same syllabus that she used last year for standard photography.

I looked out of the corner of my eye at Jasper. He was looking at me too; his gaze was more direct though. He was looking at me in an unfamiliar way, not the way most boys looked at me. He was looking at me the way my dad often looks at my mom. Ew. Gross. No, it wasn't gross when he did it. I felt a sigh building up in me; I had to fight every urge in my body to giggle. How did my mom manage to keep a straight face at all with someone looking at her this way? I sighed as he realized I saw him looking, he turned his attention back to the teacher as a subtle blush hit his face.

Mrs. Posten spent another five minutes explaining what to expect in the course before diving right into the subject matter. She was explaining to us the finer uses of dodging and burning in order to affect the final outcome of a print. She asked if anyone had their negatives with them, I shook my head along with all of my classmates, except for Jasper that is. He reached into his leather saddle bag; I could see his camera in the bag along with a binder of negatives. Mrs. Posten began to thumb through his contact sheets for a moment before retrieving a small negative strip from its holder. "Come on" she called out to us and led us into the dark room.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the lack of light but I was soon able to see everything perfectly again. We gathered around one of the new enlargers that could print 20x24 images without difficulty while Mrs. Posten put the negative into the enlarger. With a few adjustments we saw a gorgeous black and white image come into focus. The majority of the image consisted of a river and concrete but in the left hand side there was a gorgeous woman. It was his sister Rosalie; it took me a moment to realize that though, there was no standard smile plastered on her made up face. She looked tired and she looked like she was in deep thought. I like to consider myself a good photographer, the best in my other classes at least but I have never taken a photo that came close to this. We spent the remainder of the class being shown how to accent certain parts of the photo, which was interesting but I didn't care. I wanted to sit and talk to Jasper. I needed to get to know him.

I was frustrated that I didn't have more than one class with him, one wasn't enough. After classes finished I headed to my dance class but my mind was elsewhere and our instructor knew it. The two hours seemed to drag on forever and the dinner bell was the closest thing to divine intervention that I've ever seen. I didn't even bother changing as I nearly sprinted to the cafeteria. I scanned the crowd and saw Rosalie and Bella; poor Rosalie had what looked like a full body length grass stain on her back. "What happened to you?" I asked as I set my bag down in one of the empty chairs.

"It was an accident" Rosalie said softly. Bella let out a laugh.

"She nearly broke Jess Stanley's ankle" Bella explained.

"Accident." I laughed as a smile formed on her face.

"What did you do to her?" my eyes widened with intrigue, I decided that food could wait for some good gossip. She told me how she had 'accidently' slide tackled Jess after she had asked another girl on the team if Jasper was slow, something she assumed because of how little he spoke during class. Slow, how dare she say that? I felt anger bubbling in my chest but all of this dissipated when I saw Jasper walk over with my brother Emmett, they were both covered in dirt and laughing.

"What's so funny?" Rosalie narrowed her eyes she looked at Emmett, I tried not to laugh. Emmett wasn't used to girls being hostile towards him and by the look in his eyes; I could tell he was up to the challenge.

"Newton just got demoted to second string because of this guy" I felt another smile forming on my face, I hated that kid. Emmett slapped Jasper on his back with pride. I looked at Jasper again, there was dirt on just about every surface of his body, I normally hated dirtiness but he made dirty sexy. He played soccer too which means he would be in those cute little shorts pretty frequently. "Oh hey, this is Jasper" he attempted to introduce us but Jasper's attention had moved on to his sister, she was signing to him intently. I felt a pang of jealously, I wanted to be able to talk to him like that.

"Shut up, I know; go away now" I narrowed my eyes at him, only being partially serious.

A/N – Well I hope there are no more chapter's that aren't in Jasper's or Alice's POV, I had planned on writing the whole story from their POV's but figured everyone should be introduced first.