Author's Note: Figured I'd just put this out since it seems these chapters will be kind of short. I really don't know how long we'll go on this ride together, but I can honestly tell you that I do have a plot in mind. *gasp* shocking, I know! I just need y'all to see that Jazzy pays attention; we're solidifying a relationship here - as stalkerish as that relationship might be. Enjoy.

~Tay

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I just like her characters to stalk in human form.

It's Thursday, the third day of senior year.

It's the third day this school year of watching Bella. The third class I have with her.

My last class of the day is the easiest to observe her; its science class. Fucking boring stuff; she's far more interesting.

She has a yellow cardigan on today. I've never seen her in a color so bright. It adds a weird glow to her cheeks, bringing out the pink tints in them. It makes her look really pretty, but that's nothing new.

It's warmer today. It makes me wish we lived in a sunny place. Bella's hair has natural red hues in it; I can see them gleaming from the light streaming in through the window.

She wore her hair down today. It's wavy and pretty, almost touching her ass.

Speaking of her ass, she's also wearing little white shorts.

They should be illegal.

Her dad's the chief of police, for Christ's sake. He shouldn't have let her out of the house in them; he should have confiscated them.

Her legs look so nice. They're lean and creamy and I swear they're glistening. It must be from a new sparkly moisturizer. I'll need to pay closer attention.

From the yellow top I know she must be in a cheery mood, but she must be feeling confident too. I can tell because she's wearing pale yellow wedge-heeled flip flops. They have a bit of a platform on them.

I've watched Bella enough to know she isn't the most coordinated. Anyone would know that though. I'm the only one that realizes that it really bothers her though. Everyone sees her blush after a little tumble and just snickers at her. They never see her face scrunch up, as if she's chastising herself for being so clumsy.

Those are the times I wish I could talk to her the most. Those are the times I wish we were friends.

But I just watch her.

I'm no pussy – it's not like I'm afraid to talk to her or anything – I just rather not.

I've worked hard to be who everyone perceives me as, and Bella Swan gets me too caught up. It wouldn't look good stumbling and blushing all over the place.

I'm a dude; there are certain rules we follow.

"Mr. Whitlock?" Fucking teacher, he knows I'm not paying attention.

"Yea?"

"The answer to number six, please."

I pause for effect. "I don't know." I make a show of stretching out at my desk. I need to look as relaxed as possible because I'm supposed to be.

He sighs. "The nucleus, Jasper."

"Whatever." I scribble on my paper as if I'm doodling, but I write the answer to number six down with stars next to it. I can't let that shit happen again.

**!~!**

Day four: Bella misses her mom.

She's wearing a dark brown tank top with khaki pedal pushers. The thin white sweatshirt doesn't cover up her feelings. She always wears brown when she's missing Renee.

I know her mom's name from accidentally/on purpose overhearing a conversation between her and Kate last year. It had been in the lunch room the day before the winter dance. The girls were surprisingly loud; I know Bella likes to keep to herself.

Kate had asked her if she had a date yet. Bella had said she didn't.

Kate had asked her if she was even going to the dance at all. Bella had said she didn't "do dancing."

At that moment I decided I didn't "do dancing" either.

Kate had asked her what she was going to do instead of going to the dance. Bella had told her that she wouldn't even be in town, she'd be in Phoenix; she was "going to visit Renee. I mean, my mom."

I always memorized what she had to say.

She had been wearing brown a lot that week. It was the first time I had noticed the significance of that color. Thankfully, it doesn't show up often.

I see Bella's feet shuffle out of the corner of my eye. I want to look at her full on so badly, but I'm pretty sure I'd get caught.

I've been playing this little game long enough to know when to duck my head. I've only been caught a few times, even less of those times were actually by Bella herself though.

I peek at her anyway because I think I hear her sigh. She's looking out of the window.

I hope she gets to visit her mom soon.

A/N: Sorry its so short, but it's 2:30AM on the east coast and I really have to get to bed. Thank you to all of you whom have already alerted and favored this story. I promise to get these updates out at least once a week, I hope ;) Blue buttons are loved.

~Tay