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This chapter's title is: You be the Anchor that Keeps my Feet on the Ground by Mayday Parade.
Diclaimer: Characters aren't ours, but the story line is :)
The rest of the week went by in a very leisurely and monotonous manner. The only things worth remembering were the way in which Jasper would react to the new things he encountered everyday. Like on Tuesday when he opted to try the cafeteria food, I started laughing even before he made the disgusted face and threw the rest of the food away. Or on Thursday when we had to run a torturous and lengthy mile and he stayed a steady pace with me every now and then I would catch him watching me from the corner of his eye, making me blush and trip over my own feet.
For some reason I felt that today would be different. Especially since this would be the first weekend that Jasper and I would be alone. But he didn't know about that yet.
That was the first thought in my head as I woke up on Friday. Rolling over, I sleepily squinted to look at the clock, that is, until I saw what time it was.
"Shit, I slept in again!" I grumbled as I threw off the covers and ran through the bathroom and into Jasper's room.
When I walked into Jasper's room I wasn't prepared for what I saw. There he was in all his silent glory, his eyes closed showing off his pale lavender dusted lids, a small smirk playing on his soft lips. As my eyes wandered down his perfectly smooth chest down to the covers just below his lovely hip bones I realized I was a little disappointed that I had to ruin his peaceful sleep, I quickly shrugged it off and gently nudged him awake.
"Jasper, we slept in late. School starts in 10 minutes," I explained quickly once his eyes were open.
He looked me over for a second, and his confused expression slowly turned into a grin as he, clearly, tried not to laugh.
I raised an eyebrow, wondering what his sudden change in mood was, until I realized that he was looking at my head…and I didn't even remember to check the mirror before I came in.
I also noticed that I never bothered to take my hands off of his torso after I woke him up, I felt my face begin to redden as I quickly crossed my arms, giving him a face that clearly said, "I'm not amused". I turned on my heel and went through the bathroom to my room
"We can't all look like as great as you when we wake up," I muttered going to get dressed.
I got as dressed as quickly as I could, grabbing the first thing I saw in my closet. I ended up running to the car in a dark blue long sleeve shirt, a snug pair of skinny jeans, and my hair thrown in a ponytail—Jasper was right to laugh—it looked horrible.
When I reached my truck I saw that Jasper was already there looking sinfully delicious clad in a button down black dress shirt, black skinny jeans, a pair of checkered black and gray vans, and his hair was perfectly messy in a way that made me want to run my hands through it. I never thought I'd feel this strange mixture of being enticed and tempted along with feeling very insignificant and plain as I did when standing next to him.
As I sped to school I noticed that this week's weather was considerably warmer than it usually was in Forks. There was still a chill in the air, but the sun was out and to the kids of Forks High, this was like a hot summer's day. I dreaded that I wouldn't be able to enjoy the sun this weekend because I'd be stuck in detention.
Once we got to school, I hopped out of the car and Jasper and I practically ran to our first period.
Right as we entered the classroom, the last bell rang. Ms. Stein shot us a glare as she finished her sentence about our new English project.
When Jasper and I took a seat, I noticed that he moved his chair away from me again. Wow, the day just keeps getting better. I thought as I pulled out the book she had just given us and started reading.
The class went by astonishingly fast I thought as the bell rang, I quickly tapped Jasper's arm, telling him it was time to go. He nodded, and this time I made sure I didn't forget anything in the classroom.
We got to the rest of our classes on time so on our way to lunch I told Jasper I needed to go to my locker; he simply nodded and followed me down the hallways.
When I was almost there when Jessica rounded the corner and bumped right into me, sending my bag and all its contents onto the ground.
"Watch where you're going bitch," Jessica screeched as she kicked my things. I decided against beating her ass right now, besides, I didn't need to get into more trouble. I couldn't even imagine how Renée would react if I came home with a suspension. So I tried to control my anger as I bent down to pick up my things.
"Hey, Jasper. You want to ditch this trash and come with me?" She gave a "seductive" smile as she ran her slutty hand down Jasper's arm.
Seeing her touch him made me angry, but for some reason, the thought of him leaving me made my heart ache in an unexplainably painful way.
Jasper gave her an appalled face and shook her hand off of him. He nudged her out of the way with his shoulder, making her scowl at me before stomping away, and he bent down to help me with my things.
"You don't have to help me," I said quietly when he picked my things up and looked at me.
He stood up, still holding my things, and held out his hand for me. I looked at it cautiously for a second, before taking hold of it and stood up, staring up at him.
We stayed like that for a moment, just getting lost in each others eyes, our hands still clasped. And for a moment I felt like I could breathe, it felt like no one else existed, for a moment everything stopped, everything found its place, and we were just there. I felt gravity's pull starting to move us closer to each other.
I saw Jasper's eyes change suddenly, conflict running deep within the blue depths until I felt his hand start to loosen from mine and he abruptly turned away from me, walking the rest of the way to my locker.
I blushed and suppressed a sigh as I followed after him. He didn't look at me after that, he just leaned against his locker—which was next to mine—and politely held out my books for me to put away. I smiled sadly and gathered my things for my next classes. When I turned back to him, Jasper was looking at me with a blank expression. And for the millionth time I just wished I could know what was going on in his head when he looked at me like that.
I didn't try to say anything though, just embraced the silence as turned away from him, making my way to the cafeteria, and knowing that he was following.
When we got there, most of the line was gone so the wait wasn't long. I grabbed a pizza and a coke, Jasper on the other hand got nothing as usual.
I sat at the end of the table in the corner, but this time Jasper came and sat right across from me.
I tried not to take it into account and make a big deal, but my heart was too busy pounding to let me. I took a sip of my coke and tried to look away but I could feel Jasper's gaze on my face.
I sighed and decided to get it over with…whatever "it" was, and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Yes?" I asked, a little rudely, not that he could actually tell.
He raised an eyebrow and looked me over for a moment more. I felt so defenseless under his intense stare so I tried to look away, but I couldn't. He suddenly held up his hands and took me off guard by asking a question.
Don't you have any friends? he signed.
This was the first time he had tried to engage in a conversation with me, and I was a little more than surprised, but more so from his question than him "conversing" with me.
I opened my mouth to argue with the question, but there was no point.
"No…no I don't," I said lamely. He raised an eyebrow and waited for me to elaborate on that.
"No one really likes me to be completely honest. I'm not really sure why but I'm more friends with my mom than I am anyone else," I said shrugging as I went to take a bite of my pizza.
Where's your dad, he asked next.
This wasn't something I wanted to talk about now, and especially not where we were.
"Where's yours," I asked him back, knowing he most likely wouldn't respond either. He simply raised an eyebrow, but I saw a smile pulling on the side of his mouth.
I smiled back and took another drink of my coke. "Why don't you ever eat here," I asked, happy that we actually seemed to be on speaking terms.
He looked amused as he raised an eyebrow and stole my pizza off my plate, taking a big bite from it. I stared mouth open in shock as he chewed and swallowed.
He shrugged. It's gross, he signed.
I simply rolled my eyes and was about to say something, but the bell rang.
"It's time to go, Jasper," I said. He just nodded and grabbed his stuff.
When school was over we headed back to my truck, only this time Jasper held his hand out for my keys. I automatically shook my head no, but then when I tried to move to the driver's side he just moved in front of me and crossed his arms
"Fine," I muttered through my teeth as I threw the keys at him.
He drove at an extreme speed so by the time we reached home my hands was sore from holding my seatbelt so tightly.
When we walked in Renée was running around the house in a whirlwind as she usually did right before she left on her weekend trips to Seattle. She saw us standing in the foyer and smiled.
"Hello darlings, I was just getting ready to leave," she said as she hugged each of us.
"Bella did you tell Jasper about my trips?"
"No, I thought you were going to do it!" I squealed.
Renée sighed and rolled her eyes at me. "Jasper, on the weekends I drive up to Seattle for work, I leave on Fridays and come back late on Sunday nights. I took last weekend off because we were awaiting your arrival, but now that you are all settled in, the show must go on," she signed at Jasper.
"Have a safe trip," he signed back at her.
About half an hour later Renée got her bags and left. When dinner time came around Jasper heated the food Renée left for us, saying that I could no longer be trusted in the kitchen. I scowled at him, making a promise to myself that I would prove him wrong very soon.
After dinner I retreated to my room to continue reading so I could write my poem for English class and get it over with.
Hours later I drifted off to sleep, dreaming in shades of blue.
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--You be the Anchor that Keeps my Feet on the Ground by Mayday Parade--
So let me think of how to word it
Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
I'm sure everything would find me
All that's left is just to sing
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
-TheSantiSuicide