Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Camilla POV
September 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
"Ah, those are the infamous Cullens," he pointed at the first couple, "That's Bella Swan and Edward Cullen, brother to Emmett," and he turned my attentions to the muscular one, "who's with Rosalie Hale, who I think you already know," and I gave him a meaningful stare, to which he shrugged, impishly, "Then you've got Alice and Peter Brandon, who are siblings," and I nodded, understandingly, "And the last two are Charlotte and Jasper Whitlock, who are twins," and I felt my body tense as I heard his name.
Jasper.
What a fitting name.
"They all live together, with Doctor Cullen and his wife, Esme, who are Emmett and Edward's biological parents," and he shrugged, dismissively. I turned to him, and bit my lip, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation. I felt an intense, palpable stare blistering the skin of my back, and I straightened out, immediately. Fighting back the urge to turn around, I scratched my palm, nervously, and sipped my water, quietly, making sure to stay as silent as possible for the remainder of our break. The bell indicated that it was time for our second class, and it turned out to be Spanish II.
Great.
As quietly and reservedly as I could, I made my way over to room 47, and nudged open the door, with my side. I nodded at the teacher, Ms Martinez, and handed her the slip of paper, to which she signed, and said, quietly, "Take a seat, the class should be in soon," her accent was coated, heavily, with her Latina heritage. I nodded, thankfully, and found a seat, that was empty, at the back of the room, and shrugged off my jacket, hung it over the back of my seat, and after pulling a pen out of my backpack, I rested my chin in the palm of my hand. It took, maybe, around 4 and a half minutes before the class was full, and I was surprised to see both Edward and Bella stroll in, together, hand in hand, and basically ignoring everyone else round them. They both drew lustful gazes from each member of the class, and I rolled my eyes, apathetically, and tried my hardest to zone out of the annoyingly loud amount of noise emitting from the class as a whole.
I only answered when I was spoken to, and tried my best to ignore the pointed stares I was attracting, due to being the 'new chick' in school. I had seen it happen before, and I knew how to avoid the majority of the drama. And I would have done pretty fucking awesomely if our teacher hadn't asked us to get into pairs, because of some bullshit assignment that we would have to do, and then present it to the rest of the class at the end of the lesson.
Spec-fucking-tacular.
I clenched my fists, tightly, beneath my desk as I heard the scraping of chairs against the floors as people got into their comfort groups, leaving me stranded and alone. It's not like I had a major problem with that, I wasn't expecting people to be jumping out of their seats to help me, however the fact remains. It still sucked major ass, and I didn't like the clenching of my stomach at the thought. Alternating between playing my the ends of my curly hair, and squeezing the tips of my fingers - a clear nervous habit that I had gotten into when I was younger - I thought of Clyde, and I wondered how many friends he had made already. He had this personality that entranced people, and drew them in. It was a novelty to watch unfurl in front of your eyes.
"Hey.. Are you on your own?," I heard a musical voice ask from behind me, and I jumped, only to turn around, my eyes wide and my pulse skyrocketing, to see Bella, her pretty gold eyes sparking in front of my face. From afar she was gorgeous, but up close, she was ethereal. I supposed they all were in their own way. Her skin blemish free, and her hair so silky and perfectly smooth, I suddenly felt entirely self-conscious over my own messy attire, and I stammered, "W-Who? Me?," to which she smiled, encouragingly.
She joked, "Of course you, do you mind if I join your group? Unless you're waiting for someone?," her tone was teasing, and I could hear the mirth in her tone. I nodded, unable to really speak beyond that, and she sat down, regally.
"So. You're the new girl then?," and I nodded, once more, at a loss over what to say in a situation like this, and she continued, "You like it so far?"
"It's nice.." but I frowned, slightly, and I blushed, wondering how stupid she was going to think I was for stating, but I couldn't stop myself from pushing it from my lips, "The weather's different though."
She chuckled, a nostalgic gleam that I didn't understand in her eyes, and asked, "So where are you from? You sound.. Southern?"
Nodding, I corrected, "Baron Rouge, Louisiana, to be precise," my accent slipping in on its own, and she breathed out a small, knowing smile, and asked, "So, you speak Spanish?"
"Yeah.. Last 6 years of my life," and I tacked on the end, hastily, "And yourself?"
"Yep, for a while now," and grinned to herself, giving me the distinct impression that she had some kind of private joke that I wasn't aware of.
She added, in an attempt to continue on the conversation, "So, that guy you came with, he's your brother?"
At the mention of Clyde, I suddenly became intensely defensive. My expression faded, my eyes leveled, and the light in them dimmed, exponentially. My attitude was bland, and my voice held an accusatory tone that I had subconsciously pushed in when I asked, "What's it to you?"
She smiled, still, aware of how protective I was being of my brother, and simply replied, soothingly, "Just trying to keep the conversation going, don't worry about me pushing my way in with your brother. I've got somebody of my own."
I hummed, knowingly, and without realising it, I stated, "Edward, right?," with a careless shrug of my shoulders. She smirked, and cocked an eyebrow at me, before asking, sardonically, "So you've been asking about us, then?"
I blushed, minutely, "N-Not really.. I mean, I guess, but not.. Not in the way you're thinkin'," and I averted my gaze, thoroughly embarrassed. She chuckled, musically, and answered, "I know.. Don't worry about it."
She knew? How could she have known that? They were clean across the cafeteria, so she couldn't, in such certainty, know that I wasn't asking about her family in a negative light. Could she?
"Maybe we should do this work.. Martinez is getting a little touchy over there," she admitted with a pretty little wry smile, and I couldn't help but do as she asked.
-0-
By the end of the class, I had learnt a lot about Isabella, or Bella as she preferred to be called, and in turn, I had to tell her a few things about myself. She was with Edward, who she lives with along with the rest of her family. She is an only child, and her parents died in a car accident when she was younger, to which Carlisle and Esme Cullen adopted her into their little clan of the pretty pale people.
I giggled at that out loud, and my brother gave me a confused stare. During the lesson we spoke only in fluent Spanish the entire time, so Ms Martinez couldn't complain about us fucking around during class-time, which was an absolute bonus, because I found that, nearing the middle of the lesson, she was a bit of a moody bitch, and I didn't like that one bit.
Truthfully, I had to admit, she was a pretty fun girl, or at least more interesting than anyone else I had met that day. She didn't act like any other teenage girl that I had met before, even though I wasn't really one to talk, because I had been told, on more than one fucking occasion that I was an old soul, saddled with aged eyes and mundane personality.
Thanks dad.
For once, however, I was glad for my abnormal take on reality, as she seemed to think the same way as I did. She didn't wear make-up, even though it wasn't like she needed it anyway - hello, perfect skin - and she was always smiling, especially when she caught the eye of her boyfriend.
She got that typical gooey-mushy look on her face, and I felt my skin prickle, uncomfortably. Every time she would ask me what was wrong, I simply shrugged it off, and went back to the bullshit assignment.
It was a reflex action of mine - I didn't like all of that overly affectionate horseshit. Those who acted like their world's depended on another person were usually the ones who ended up slicing their wrists open on a cold winter night because they believed themselves alone in the world.
Grimacing at the dire direction my thoughts had turned, I absentmindedly rubbed at the thin scar along the length of my forearm, and closed my eyes, briefly, trying to calm myself down.
"Hey, you're the new girl right," a perky voice sounded to my immediate left, and I sighed, before opening my eyes, and saw the mysterious driver from a few months ago - or who I had come to know to be Alice Brandon, the youngest of the Cullen clan.
For some reason, every single time that I blinked, someone new had approached me, in hopes of getting the scoop on 'The New Girl' and I had swiftly told them to either 'mind their own business' or simply stared at them, vacantly, until they awkwardly hobbled off towards their friends, and complained about how 'creepy' or 'weird' I was.
Whatever, it's not like I needed these kinds of friends - they weren't the dirt off the bottom of my shoes. But for some reason, I couldn't even open my mouth to reply, I was so caught up with the sweeping of endearment I felt for her. She was adorable! Jesus, she was tiny, though. Her hair pointed in different directions, and her megawatt smile blinded me for a moment.
Shakily, I nodded my head, and she grinned, content, before stepping forward, somewhat warily, and asking, "So.. Bella tells me that you're a fun girl to hang out with, do you wanna sit with us at lunch?"
My mouth felt as dry as a cotton ball, and I looked over at my brother, who was no fucking help, as usual, as he was too busy staring a hole into Alice's face. I could tell she was trying her hardest not to look at him, too, but that didn't faze me.
I shriveled up, internally, before saying, "You don't have to invite me along. If you wanna talk to Clyde, do it, jus' don't us me as an excuse, m'kay?," and swivelled on my heel, fully intent on leaving the situation, however I felt a tiny hand clasp over the crook of my elbow, and an even slimmer arm snake in between my own, and she tugged me along, with surprising amounts of strength, before saying, pointedly, "If I wanted to talk to your brother, I would have, but I'm not. I'm talking to you, now come on, lunch'll be over before we finish talking," and dragged me towards the cafeteria.
My mind was still reeling, I couldn't even react quick enough to tell her to go fuck herself, and even then, I didn't really want to. I glanced backwards, and saw Clyde chuckling minutely to himself, and it was only when I become conscious of the fact that I was grinning, widely, like a madwoman, that I realised what he was laughing at.
I was having fun, and he knew it, the cheeky fucker.
Alice pulled me into the canteen, and, I don't know what made me aware of him, but I felt Jasper's eyes on me before I physically saw his face, and my heart catapulted in my chest, pounding at a disturbingly quick speed, and I had to force her to stop, before rushing, "Look, this is fun and everythin', but I ain't gotta eat lunch wit' ya'll. I'm good bein' wit' my brother, you know, so thank you, seriously, thanks, but.. I jus' don't know if I'll be.."
"Welcome?," she tacked on, while I struggled to find the word. I deflated a little, and she rolled her eyes, before saying, confidently, "You could go with your brother, but I think he's a little.. Preoccupied right now," and her eyes filled with a strange emotion, mixed with a small hint of pride and.. Well, I don't want to say lust, but God damn it. I glanced over at Clyde, and sure enough, he was sharing a load of unnecessary high-fives with a bunch of jocks, and I knew he'd found his place here.
He always got on with the meatheads for some reason - I think it was a man thing, or somethin'.
Still worried, I bit my lip, lightly, before a frown embedded itself on my face, and I mumbled, "Alright, let's jus' get this over wit', Alice. I'll come wit' ya," my accent slipping in more and more aggressively with every word I spoke, and she stared at me, blankly for a few moments, worrying me even more, before her face braking out in a huge smile.
"Things are going to be just fine, Camilla, now, come on! They're waiting to talk to you."
Oh Jesus.
It's late, I know. I'm so sorry. I wasn't able to access wifi, so I'm sorry, my lovelies!