Chapter Five

Meant to update this morning but I was late for school. Anyway, here's another chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. I do own Alessandria and her little plotline.

Jasper POV

It was finally Wednesday and second lesson: History. I should have had it periods two and three on Monday but the school had horrible forms to fill out. I hadn't really minded until I learned that I shared this class with Alessandria. Every single one of my family members besides Carlisle and Esme had met her. Rose had come home on Monday and gushed about her for hours although I knew she was hiding something. I had an inkling that it was the same something that Edward was hiding from me. Alice had repeated the process with quiet input from Bella on Tuesday although she wasn't hiding anything. Edward had spoken of her temper and, even after smashing her phone (which Rose had replaced with a Blackberry Torch– according to her, Sandy had freaked out at the expensive phone but accepted it after Rose insisted on her having it), she was still fuming after first lesson with him. I believed him as I'd felt it halfway across the school as I studied in the library in my free period. I didn't think it fair; they weren't even in her year. They'd taken tests that they'd obviously passed with flying colours to get some year 13 classes. Sylvester had met her after Alice dragged her to the library in their free period, which I regrettably had a lesson in. Jake and Nessie had also shown up to study (how Nessie got out of lesson, I'll never know. I assumed Edward didn't know). I was the only one, besides Carlisle and Esme, who hadn't met her. Then she walked in and I stopped thinking. She looked stunning. Her purple hair was in a curly side ponytail over her right shoulder. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were neatly outlined in a thin line of black eyeliner and mascara made them big. I was happy to see that she wore no foundation or powder as her skin was glowing. Her lips were emphasised by pink lip gloss. The clothes she wore clung to her hourglass figure – the perfect balance between too voluptuous and flat everywhere. She wore and electric blue tank top that was barely visible underneath a shiny grey stylish trench coat that came to her mid thigh, tight black skinny jeans and grey ankle boots. The trench coat was tightly belted at the waist and made it seem even thinner. She looked phenomenal. She exchanged some words with a couple of people then turned to face me. Her expression turned to one of shock and I realised that, in sitting in this seat, I'd sat right next to her normal spot. Fate was a funny thing. Her emotions were a mix of confusion and delight, which amused me. She sorted her features out and walked calmly over to me with her heart hammering. Without saying a word, she sat next to me and removed her jacket, her scent smacking me in the face. But I didn't shy away from it, I welcomed it. She didn't smell like food, she smelled like Heaven.

"I'm Alessandria but please call me Sandy," she introduced herself and I grinned. She was clearly in a much better mood than yesterday. She stuck her hand out and I cautiously took it but she didn't flinch. Judging by her emotions, she'd been preparing herself for the coldness.

"I'm Jasper," I replied as I took my hand back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"You weren't in this class on Monday," she pointed out conversationally. Her voice flowed gently and her English accent seemed to make it even smoother and it was really cute.

"No, there were too many forms to fill out," I explained and she nodded understandingly.

"I remember. Transferring is a pain."

"You transferred here?" I asked eagerly, wanting to know everything about her. She sighed and I felt sadness.

"Yeah, a couple of years ago," she admitted slowly, like she was preparing to tell me something she really didn't want to. My mind was screaming at me to stop prying. So I did.

"When does study leave start here?" I asked in a rapid change of subject. I felt relief from her and she looked directly at me, her heart skipping a beat. I was certain mine would have too if it could have.

"It starts on the 12th of May," she answered. That was two weeks away. I had two weeks to get to know her, tell her I was a vampire and let her in on the fact that we were destined to be together.

Yes, Fate was a funny thing. I bet it really loved its own sense of humour.

For the sake of appearances, I schooled my features into looking thrilled.

"Only two more weeks!" I cried happily and she giggled, causing my completely false euphoria to become real.

"You've only just gotten here and you already want to leave. Archenwood must be really bad," she commented lightly. I laughed.

"But, on the bright side, the company is exceptional," I said and her cheeks turned red in a way I found adorable. I was still amazed that I didn't want to drink her blood and I wasn't remotely interested in her scent besides how alluring it was in a non-appetising way. I knew it was because she was my mate. I was meant to love her, not eat her (Emmett's words, not mine). Carlisle had explained it to me and those words simplified what he'd said. It was intriguing but I was far from complaining. I had nothing to worry about. Well, my strength was something to worry about but I wouldn't get carried away with her, I would be carefully. She was safe – legions more than Bella ever was. My family wouldn't hurt her either, thankfully. They had much more restraint than I did and I wasn't about to kill her (even though I had the advantage in this case).

Sandy POV

When I saw Jasper sitting next to my usual spot, my delight quickly overruled my confusion. And then we started talking and it was as if he knew when I was uncomfortable. He had changed the subject as soon as I felt the sadness of possibly talking about my parents' deaths. Again. He was perfect. I tried to convince myself that his eyes hadn't lit up when I giggled but it didn't work very well. But I felt sad, even though he'd complimented my company and we got along well. After the last two weeks of term were up, it was likely I would never see him again – well, after exams were up. And there was the Leaver's Prom. Would he ask me? WOAH! Slow down Sandy, you barely know him! The teacher, Mr Lincoln, chose that moment to walk in and I was distracted from my disturbing and accelerated train of thought. He was tall, almost six feet with pitch black hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. He rested his glasses rigidly on the bridge of his noise and dressed smartly – black pinstriped trousers, shiny black shoes, blue shirt with darker blue tie and a black jacket to match the trousers.

"OK, I want you to go through the revision exercises on page 83 of the textbook. Just ask if you have any questions," he ordered then settled down to mark some year 7 books. Oh I pitied the poor guy.

"Can I share your textbook?" Jasper asked softly and his voice sent thrills through me. I nodded slowly, trying desperately to regain my demeanour. This boy was such a cheater! I opened my textbook to the right page and slid it so it was between us. His hand reached out to adjust it and brushed mine. I swear electricity surged through my veins. We talking amiably and he helped me through the tougher questions. Of course, they were all tough to me. I didn't have the head for history.

"Ugh, I'm never going to pass this exam" I groaned, hitting my head on the table (painfully, I might add). I was embarrassed to act like that in front of Jasper but I couldn't make myself care. I suddenly felt a lot calmer than before and let my head, probably with a forming lump, rise from the table.

"You struggle with History?" Jasper asked kindly and I turned to see him looking inquisitively at me. I nodded, staring into his topaz eyes.

"I just can't wrap my head around it," I complained and he grinned at me. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. Just because his eyes were entrancing and he was bloody gorgeous didn't mean I would trust him right away.

"I could help you out. History is my best subject," he offered and although I felt like I was missing a private joke, I nodded eagerly. The trust was building.

"If it's alright with you, then please. It's the only subject I'm completely convinced I'll fail," I almost begged. He nodded.

"I'm more than willing to help," he assured me. The clock hit eleven o'clock and we packed up, walking out together.

"When are your free periods?" I asked and he withdrew his timetable. I quickly compared it to my mental timetable. He had the same ones as me on Wednesday's (periods 4 and 5) and Thursday's (periods 2 and 4). I smiled and told him.

"Well, we'll be studying a lot then," he commented and I couldn't help but grin wider.

"Hopefully some of it will go in.

"Hopefully."

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Preview:

I watched her as she studied the textbook, an adorable frown on her face as she looked back and forth between it and her notes.

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