*Jasper's POV*…because I'm tired of writing in 3rd person. Also, very sadly, I don't own these characters (duh)…but I do have plans to kidnap Jasper : P
I could have sworn that time stopped in history class, it seemed it was never going to end. I couldn't seem to stop looking at the mystery girl. Why haven't I noticed her before? I guess I've been so focused on not killing any of these children that I don't keep track of individuals.
Emmett was right, she really was pretty. She was a touch paler than the average person, yet not nearly as bone white as me or my siblings. Or Bella for that matter, the palest alive person I've ever seen. Her hair was a light brown that reached a few inches past her shoulders. Her eyes were the most piercing of all, a strange hazel color that was more green than brown and more gray than green. Even with my superb vampire vision I couldn't decide on the exact color. Her nonchalance was fascinating; no one else would have ever guessed what was going on beneath the surface.
"Her name's Amanda," Emmett decided to inform me. I shot him a questioning look, how did he know this and I didn't? Of course, I did space out rather often. "I paid attention during roll call…something you should try. The paying attention part," he smirked. I elbowed him in the ribs, which earned me a swift kick in the leg under the table.
"Gentlemen, am I going to have to separate you?" the teacher asked, glowering in our direction. Nearly the whole class turned around to stare in the direction of his glowering. "No sir, it's all under control," Emmett replied, flashing his 'I'm a good student' smile. Mr. Landry returned to his lecture, but not without giving us one last glare.
The class reluctantly turned around in their seats, apparently disheartened the distraction had passed. I wished they could really understand the humanity of history. Dull textbooks and Mr. Landry's lectures certainly didn't help at all in that area. The mystery girl –Amanda- looked at us for a second longer than everyone else. We briefly made eye contact, her eyes were haunting.
What seemed like an eternity later, the bell finally decided to ring and let me be released from this prison. Emmett gleefully gathered his books and I followed him out the door to our lockers where we unceremoniously dumped our class materials. I could see him smirking out of the corner of my eye; I could tell he had some prime mockery in store for me as soon as we were outside. I rolled my eyes in his general direction. Stupid really, but it was the best I could come up with at the time…other than making him feel that he's in love with Edward…again. Everyone except Emmett seemed to think that was hysterical.
I glanced over at Emmett to warn him not to even start when I was bumped into. My head snapped back to the direction of the blow and there she was. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," she apologized. From that brief moment of contact I felt her sadness so much more strongly. "No problem," I replied, trying to be polite. We brushed shoulders again in the crowded hallway and I hoped some of my calm rubbed off on her. It must have, since she glanced back once again in my direction before turning around and moseying on her way.
"Aaaw, does Jazzy have a crush?" Emmett sneered as we waited by Edward's Volvo for the others. "Shut up," I retorted, maybe a bit more rudely than necessary, "I found her interesting." "Well that's not saying much, watching paint dry is better than that man's lectures," Emmett snorted. I chucked along with him.
The others came loafing up to the car. Alice and Rosalie were discussing something about clothing; Edward and Bella were wrapped all over each other as usual. Edward tossed the keys to Alice, "I'm going home with Bella…no comment from you, Emmett." "Fiiiine," he sighed, "I'll save it for later!" Bella blushed, waving to us as she and Edward headed to her truck…or as Rose called it, the museum on wheels.
We piled into the Volvo, Rose and Alice were still chatting animatedly about a sweater or something, so I opted for the backseat with Emmett so I didn't have to be in the center of their banter. "Are you gonna pull an Edward on us, man?" Emmett asked. I might have been annoyed by his question if I couldn't sense his genuine curiosity and not any sarcasm.
"Of course not! I was just curious about her. Anything was more interesting than that class today," I replied, shaking my head at him in bewilderment. I could never stand to be as overcautious as Edward was with Bella; me being with a human wasn't even an option in my mind. Emmett looked like he had something else, probably a snide remark, to say but closed his mouth and decided to let it go. I turned to stare out the window, trying to drown out the girls' chatter and avoid any more questions.