I'm very pleased with the response to this story, even though it's not an ideal story, seeing as its JasperxBella. But anyways, I will make sure I finish this story!! I have an effective plot line and I'm eager to reach it!

This chapter is dedicated to Daddy's Little Cannibal, who passed away in the last week. :(

Lewiston High School sure was confusing. I spent the first ten minutes trying to figure out how to get from where I was standing to where I was meant to go first. Civil History with Jamieson. Hmm.

I decided I'd walk around while studying the map, which I already knew was going to be embarrassing, because I'd end up walking into someone or tripping over something.

I managed to get almost halfway to my destination, when I tripped over my book, which I didn't know I had dropped. Most of the faces in the hallway turned to stare at me, some of them sniggering at my clumsiness. Good job Bella, I scolded myself mentally, you've already made a name for yourself here as a klutz. Excellent. I started to gather up my books, but none of them wanted to fit in my bag. Great.

"If you weren't so clumsy, you'd almost be human," A deep voice with a slight Southern drawl teased me. I rolled my eyes mentally.

"Is this the part where I go 'I'm only thirteen Jasper, I'll grow...into...it.'" I looked up and a set of sky blue eyes looked into mine. A wide smile was spread across his face.

Jasper.

"I heard you were coming, I was so excited because I haven't seen you in forever. I think you moved in next door to me."

"Wow. I just can't believe it's you. Your step-mom was happy to meet us."

He was in such high spirits that he snorted. "Yeah, right. Jen is always high up on a cloud, in a mood that no-one can bring her down from."

I frowned. "She didn't seem like that all the time when I met her yesterday. She was telling us about how it makes her sad to see her step-son always singing about a girl from his hometown."

I turned to look at his face. He looked a bit embarrassed, his face was flushed pink.

"I'm guessing she wasn't really meant to mention that."

"No, not really. But, it's alright, I suppose. I just don't like Jen saying stuff about me to other people." He looked hurt now, so I knew I had to back up.

"Hey, it's alright. I still sing our song." A smile lit up his beautiful face.

"I heard you singing it yesterday. I came outside to listen. You have a really good voice."

I turned pink. "Thanks," I mumbled. He saw how embarrassed I became and changed the subject.

"So what do you have first?"

"Civil History with Jamieson."

"Me too. All of my other friends have it too, so I can introduce you to them." We walked along to the class, just chatting casually about what's been happening in Forks since he left.

"So, have you been out with anyone after I left?" I grimaced at the thought.

"Yes. I went out with Mike Newton once, that was a nightmare. We bought a takeaway pizza and saw a martial arts film. I declined the next date he offered. Then I went out with Jacob Black from La Push a couple of times. He was alright, but it just didn't click. But other than that, nothing really. What about you?"

"Absolutely nothing. No-one's asked me, and I wasn't about to run off and ask anyone."

"I would have asked you, and if you'd asked me, I would have gone. And I bet I would have had a good time."

We were now rounding the corner into the classroom.

"I bet you wouldn't have."

"Anything could have been better than a date with Mike Newton. He tried to kiss me after that, but the only thing touching his lips was the door."

He laughed a genuine laugh, the kind he'd laugh when I tripped over or did another clumsy act. The seats he lead me over to were all occupied except two. He gestured for me to take the first seat. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You know, that was only cute when we were twelve. And you first tried it when we were eight."

He looked deep in thought.

"What?" I asked him, a hint of annoyance in my voice.

"Were you always this short?" The group of the people we were sitting with laughed at his teasing question. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"No. When you left we were both about 5"2. Now I'm 5"4. I like being a short ass."

Everyone in the area around me laughed at that.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you to everyone. Guys this is Isabella Swan," I nudged him in the ribs and gave him a death stare, "But she only likes to be called Bella. Only I can call her Isabella."

"Only my mom can call me Isabella," I corrected. Jasper was quiet for a bit.

"Sorry. I forgot about that."

"It's alright. It was fourteen years ago. I'm over it."

"Anyway, Bella, this is Alice and Edward, Rosalie and Emmett. Rosalie is my step-sister." Alice was small with short, dark hair. Edward had a dishevelled mop of bronze coloured hair. Emmett had short dark hair as well, and Rosalie was a gorgeous blonde, probably inheriting her looks off her father.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you Rosalie. I met your mom yesterday. We're neighbours."

"You'll like that Jasper. He told me that you guys used to talk to each other through your bathrooms."

"Yeah. That was phased out when we were ten and Jasper started perving on me." Edward and Emmett started howling with laughter, while Jasper turned a delicate shade of pink.

"Yeah, thanks for sharing that Bella," he mumbled, embarrassed.

"Don't worry. If you didn't like that, then I probably shouldn't tell them about the beach jogging incident." Jasper's face turned even redder as he sunk into his seat.

"Jasper, I think you should tell us about this 'beach jogging incident'," Emmett said in a serious voice.

"Okay, we were eleven, and Bella and I were sitting on the beach, and a blonde woman jogged past us, wearing only a bikini." Jasper didn't want to go on with the story, so I continued it for him.

"His eyes were stuck to the woman's breasts so much, I thought they were going to run away with her. I caught him looking at her and I slapped his face so hard, I can still see the mark." I looked closely at his cheek and saw a faint, red line from where my childish fake nails had scratched through his skin.

The teacher walked in then, so we couldn't continue our discussion.

I opened my book and began to take down the notes the teacher was writing on the board. A piece of paper was sitting on my book. I read the note.

Did you have to tell them that? They'll never let me forget it now

I scrawled a message on the bottom of the note.

Sorry about that. It doesn't seem like they know the Jasper I know. I like him better.

The teacher left the room and the whole class started chatting amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you going to sit with us at lunch?" Alice asked.

"I guess so. I haven't met anyone else in this town except Seargent Brandon."

"Yeah, that's my dad. He's nice, isn't he?"

"Yeah, everyone here is nice."

The teacher walked back in, so I didn't get to socialize further until lunch.

Wow, this is a fairly long chapter. I put in as much as was possibly neccessary, there was even more that I wanted to add, but then this would be a bit more like a short novel... hope you likey!!