Will You Teach Me?

I decided it was time to write and out-of-character story about Alice and Jasper. I have done pretty much everything else possible with them, so why not? In this story, Jasper and Alice are around the age of 17 and in their last year of high school. Alice is the new girl in Jasper's school and they get to know each other. Not sure where the story will be going yet, but we will find out! And as I always say, enjoy!

JPOV

"No way," I said. "There's no way he's going to make it in this class."

One of the football assholes found out that he was missing a credit of history to graduate yesterday. The only class left with a spot open was the AP class. Everyone called it APUSH because it was Advanced Placement United States History. The idea of him passing was hilarious.

"Come on, you guys. I think he has a pretty good chance of passing." Rosalie was staring at the guy. She was my twin sister. Blonde, beautiful, and completely pig-headed.

"Jasper's right, man. It's not gonna happen," Emmett said. Emmett was my sister's boy friend. He usually took my side. He was also jealous that she seemed to be infatuated with another man.

"You should give everyone a chance, guys." Bella, ever the optimist. Or maybe she was a pacifist and just wanted to keep us from arguing. Bella was a good friend of my sister. Rosalie didn't like her at first, but after this guy, Jacob broke up with her, they became friends almost instantly. Now, Jacob wanted her back and Bella wanted nothing to do with him. Rosalie usually kept him at bay.

I was about to say something back, when the teacher spoke up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our new student. Introduce yourself, sweetie."

I looked up at the unfamiliar face. A beautiful face. Her face was perfectly shaped. She was pale, but a rosy blush soon danced across her face as everyone gawked at her. She hid her chocolate brown eyes by looking at the floor. She didn't seem to like the spot light. She was small and had curves in all the right places. Her dark hair was spiked up. Very attractive.

"My name is Mary Alice Brandon, but I go by Alice," her high soprano voice said.

"May we ask you some questions, Ms. Brandon?"

"Sure."

So shy, I thought to myself.

Alonna Gunn, a very nice girl, raised her hand. Alice looked at her. "Do you have any siblings?"

Alice nodded. "Yeah. He's also a senior here. His name is Edward Anthony Mason. He has a different dad."

Alonna smiled at her and she smiling slightly in return.

Shawn Keystone raised his hand next. A very dorky, but, again, nice kid. "What's your favorite subject?"

Alice put her finger on her lip, thinking. "Um. I have a tie between Cosmetology and Design. I can also really get into history. That's one of the reason's I wanted to take this class."

He smiled warmly at her and she smiled a big more this time. Becoming more comfortable with us.

Jack Thompson, the football jerk, raised his hand. I glared at him, not wanting to hear his probably dumb question.

"So, Alice." The way he said her name was thick with implication. "You got a boyfriend?"

Alice hid her eyes behind her short bangs. "Uh, no."

"Is that really any of your business?" the teacher asked. "I think we know enough about Miss Brandon now. You may sit down anywhere you choose. This class does not have assigned seats."

She nodded and took a seat in the empty chair two rows up and one row over from me. I watched her move. She moved like a ballerina. Graceful, even when she took her pencil from behind her ear. She opened a notebook and prepared to take notes on the teacher's lecture. I couldn't stop watching her.

"Mr. Whitlock?"

I looked up at the teacher. He had a piece of chalk pressed to the board and was squinting at me.

"I'm sorry, sir," I quickly recovered. "What was that?"

"What were the two army's that fought at Gettysburg and on what day did it begin?"

"The Union Army of the Potomac and the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia. It began on July 1st, 1863," I stated. I knew a lot about the subject, so I didn't need to pay attention anyway. It was my dream to write books about the Civil War.

"Good job, Mr. Whitlock." The teacher smiled in approval then turned back to write more.

The bell rang some minutes later and I gathered up my things.

"Dude."

I turned around to see Emmett staring at me with a wide grin.

"What?"

"You like Alice."

"I don't know the girl."

"So go find out who she is."

I had planned on doing just that.

I caught up with her. "Alice."

She turned around, her brown eyes wide.

I smiled at her, hoping to comfort her some. It seemed to work a little. Her eyes relaxed to their normal size.

"Hello," she said.

"I'm Jasper Whitlock." I kissed the top of her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

She giggled a bit, trying to hide her smile behind her hair.

"I'm in your APUSH class," I stated. "Sorry about Jack. He's an idiot. He's on the football team and doesn't know his right from his left."

"Then how is he in there?"

"He found out that he was missing a history credit and it was the only class with an open slot."

She giggled again and I smiled.

"That's a nice laugh you got there."

"Thank you."

"What class do you have next?" I asked her.

"Uh." She pulled out her schedule. "Drama."

I smiled. "My lucky day. I get two classes with you. Mind if I walk you there?"

She smiled back timidly. "Of course. Thank you for being so nice."

"My pleasure. Follow me."

I led her to the Drama room and introduced her to my friends in the class.

"This is Patrick. He's totally into show tunes and musicals. He's a natural born performer."

Patrick smiled. A bit shy himself.

"This is Cameron. He moved here from California. He has a reputation for being the funny guy."

"Well, hello. I'm Cameron," he said in a fake deep voice.

"He's funnier in his assignments," I said.

I introduced her to many more interesting characters.

After class, Alice had a different class, but it turns out that we had the same lunch, which was great. At lunch I met up with her and brought her to my table.

"This is my sister, Rosalie," I said.

Rosalie scoffed and turned her head.

I rolled my eyes. "Ignore her. This is her boyfriend, Emmett."

Emmett smiled at her, very friendly, as always.

"And this is Bella. She's a miracle, seeing as she's the only one that can put up with my sister."

Bella waved, more shy than Alice.

"Hi," Alice said quietly.

We ate for a few minutes, asking her questions about where she came from, what she liked to do, all kinds of things. I found out that she moved from Biloxi, Mississippi with her mother and brother Edward. She like to dance, design clothes, do makeup, and other girly things. Her favorite color was plue. Everyone was completely confused when she had said that.

"Well, when I was a kid, I couldn't make up my mind if I like blue or purple so I decided to mix them and I called it plue. Now I know it's just blue violet, but plue is so much funner to say," she had explained.

She had many little quirks about her. Like how she would play with her hair or twirl her finger when she would talk. Her eyes were always moving around, making sure everyone got equal understanding of what she would say. She had a whole dictionary of made up words. She had a language all her own, and I vowed to learn it some day.

She looked over and her eyes widened, followed by her smile. "Edward!" she yelled.

A man's head snapped up, his bronze hair flowing, but also staying perfectly styled.

He walked over looked at us. "May I sit with you?"

"Of course," I said.

He smiled down at Alice as he sat next to her. "Looks like you got this boy wrapped around your finger, Alice."

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

The bell rang soon after that, signaling that lunch was over. Turns out I didn't have my last class with Alice. Oh well. Two out of the four was good enough for me.

I walked home and went straight to my room, falling onto my bed, and stared at the ceiling. I closed my eyes. The image of Alice was burned on the inside of my eyelids. I couldn't stop thinking about her.