Author's note: Just to let ya'll know, I changed the first chapter:) I was just very unhappy with it and glad I replaced it.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Twilight. All things Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Alice Cullen was truely an enigma. Ever since she moved to Dallas and came to our school, Alice was diffrent. Just the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, and the far away look on her face. It was sixth grade when she moved here from Houston and even though we were already freshmen, I have had very few conversations with her. Yet, she was in love with me.
Yeah. In love. With me.
I was normal. I had lived in Dallas my whole life and I didn't usually stand out. I was tall, a little over 6ft, I had shaggy blonde hair that never stayed in place, I had blue eyes and I wore contacts. I was the reciever for the freshmen football team at my highschool, and I had accomplished very little. I was not some great guy who was nice to everyone, nor was I the biggest tool bag at school. I was just Jasper. Nothing too special, but nothing too boring. Somehow, this tiny girl, who was barely 5ft, saw something in me. I don't know how, I don't know why, I just knew she did.
I wasan only child, I lived with both my parents, and I had two dogs and one cat. I went to church every Sunday, and had Bible Study at five o'clock. I enjoyed four wheeling, all sports, and I belonged to a country club. I was nothing more than average. Except maybe my height. And how well off I was. I had many friends, and I guess you could say I was popular.
As for Alice, we couldn't be more diffrent. She was short, like a fairy. Her frame was thin and delicate, but she had curves. Being a guy I noticed things like that. Her mouth was full and cheery red, with white, straight teeth. Her complexion was smooth and it had a slight tan. Her long dark hair flowed down her back. Alice's eyes were brown and very round, framed by black lashes. She was beautiful, no use denying it, but her beauty was strange to people. It was so...unreal. Like a doll. She looked like a little porcelian doll. As for her personal life, I knew just the facts. She lived with both her parents, and two older sisters. One just graduated, and rumors about her not going to college had spread like wild fire. The other is a junior and rumors about her were far more...risque. She had a dog, and she lived in a very nice house. That's all I knew about Alice, specifically.
She was also very kind. I would say nice, but, to me, they have diffrent meanings. Nice is polite, almost like you have to be nice to someone. Kind is more pure. More selfless. People are kind out of the goodness of their hearts, not out of politeness. Her laugh was loud and happy. Everything was happy when it came to her. Her life, her clothes, her self. It was all just amazingly happy.
You may think I'm being egotistical by saying Alice Cullen was in love with me, but she was. She had been for a while. It was not a big secret. She knew, I knew, her friends knew, my friends didn't. Mainly because I wanted to keep it for myself. Those shy smiles, timid glances, all filled with the love she had for me. I wanted that for me. I admit to have become dependent on the love she shows me just by looking at me, and as selfish as it was, I did not know what I would do if it had stopped.
Did I love Alice? That's a loaded question. She was a good person. Any one with eyes could tell you that. But I didn't know her. At least, not for a while.
Why am I telling you all this? Because it's an assignment. Our English teacher wants us to tell you about our freshman year, and this is mine. Alice Cullen was my freshman year. And I hope she'll be my sophmore, junior, and senior year as well.
It was during the first week of school, everyone was just settling back into the grove of things. I was a freshman that year, and could not wait for everything to fall back into place. We lived in Texas, so ofcourse football was a big deal to our whole school. It was the first game of the season, and everyone was there to cheer our team on. I had made the team that year, and I was the wide reciever. We had made a strong start and I looked into the stands during the half time. Searching for someone.
"Yo Jazz, you looking for any girl in particular?" My friend Mike waggled his eyebrows at me and tilted his head towards the cheerleaders that were standing in front of the stands.
"What are you goin' on about now Newton?" I rolled my eyes at his obvious glancing at the cheerleaders.
"Well, everyone knows about you and Jessica flirting like crazy. Get on with it boy! Get her while she's still interested. Before someone else does." I ignored his comment about Jessica and I, simply because I didn't care much for the conversation topic.
"Whatever Mike, I don't think her and I would mesh well."
"Who cares? You haven't dated anyone since Lauren. You're not still hung up on that chick are ya?" I visibally shuddered at the thought. Lauren and I had dated multiple times in junior high, but I didn't really care for her so I wasn't overly into it. She took it as me being an unresponsive prude.
"Never in a million years. I'm just trying to see how many people came today." Mike looked at me doubtfully, then walked off to go talk to Tyler. I had almost given up looking, when I saw someone stand up at the top of the bleachers wearing a jersey number. My jersey number. Some people would find it odd that some girl would be walking around with their football number on her shirt, but I found it flattering. Alice Cullen was big fan of mine, and I had to admit I loved the attention. It was never really acknowledged by anyone, they figure Alice just wore the number two on her shirt for fun. Nothing at all to do with me. And I had been fine with letting them think that, and so had she. It was our little secret. She was walking with her best friend Anna, and I figured half time was almost up so I walked back over to the coach.
"Okay boys. We need to win this thing, and stick it to these little girls. Let's go Warriors!" After breaking up everyone got into positon, and when the whistle blew the first game of the season kicked off.
After the game, the student body took it upon themselves to throw a victory party. I wasn't too sure who's house it was, I just hitched a ride with one of the older players and figured I could stay at one of my friend's house. Pulling up to the drive way, I saw the two story house and knew it was the perfect place for a party. It was huge, like most houses in Dallas, and very country looking, but in a rich way. Walking into the house, giving my jacket to who ever it was by the coat closet, I walked on. Everyone was there. It was loud, chaiotic, and the first party I had ever been to. I was loving it. I moved to the kitchen in search of a beer, and quickly took the first sip of it. It was still taking some getting used to. I saw a couple guys I knew, and started making conversation with them.
"Who's house is this any way?" I questioned as I looked around, already noticing the trash quickly building up.
"Oh it's the Cullen girls' house. I'm not sure which one it is throwing the party. Do you know Trevor?" Trevor finished his beer off, and turned around to answer the question.
"Yeah it's Rosalie's party. Who else would throw it? Bella? Yeah right." All three of us laughed at the thought of Bella Cullen throwing any type of party much less this one.
"Well we don't know about the little one yet. I think her name is Alison?" Realizing the guy was talking about Alice, I quickly corrected him.
"Alice. She's a freshman, we went to school together."
"She hot? I'd love to be able to brag about hooking up with one of the Cullen girls. The two older ones are definately bangable, I couldn't imagine this one not being at least equally as hot." I had shaken off the feeling of anger towards Trevor, talking about Alice like that. It hadn't been my place.
"Everyone knows Bella is the better looking one though."
"I think you're confused. Rosalie is sexy as hell, no doubt she's the hottest." I turned on my heel and walked away as the two guys debated which of the two older Cullen sisters was hotter. I had seen all three, and they were all pretty, but in very diffrent ways.
Bella, the oldest, looked like she stepped right out of a gothic romance novel. Her pale skin was smooth, her mahagony brown hair, and her 5'5 frame, all creating an old hollywood glamour look about her. She was very strong willed, something everyone knew. She also was in a very committed relationship. His name was Edward Mason, and he was a year older than her, making him about nineteen.
Then there was Rosalie. You know the thing about the middle child not getting enough attention? That was not true for her. She was gorgeous. She looked just like their mom. She had beach blode, straight hair. Her light blue eyes were cold as ice. Her body was amazing, and she stood tall compared to her sisters at the height of 5'7. She had many boyfriends, and it was hard keeping up with the latest one.
Lastly, there was Alice. I've already described her, so you don't really need me to go through it again.
Haven gotten tired of standing in the middle of sea of hormonal teenagers, sipping my second beer, I made my way upstairs. I looked for a room, any room, that was empty that I could rest in. Finally finding one, I looked around the room. It was the smallest room in the house, but definately not small. The walls were covered inch by inch of pictures of hundreds of diffrent people. There was a comfy looking queen sized bed with a white comforter. The bed was covered in millions of bright pillows, making it look girly. There was a large closet on the opposite side, slightly opened. The shelfs in the corner was covered with millions of diffrent things. The bottom shelf seemed to have been dedicated to the Texas Rangers, the next had many movies and tv series on it, the one on top of that had magazine after magazine on display. The second to the top had about four yearbooks, along with school awards. The very tippy top had Victoria Secret dogs. It intrigued me more than I wanted it to. Looking back at the bed, I felt the longing to just take a nap. I pulled out my phone, shot off a text to my mom I was gonna crash at my friends, and flopped on the bed. Looking at the pictures on the wall, I noticed one face appeared in every picture. Alice's. With that thought, I slowly fell asleep.