Hey guys! After making you wait so long last time, and because I got such great feedback last chapter, I thought I'd post another one for you guys today.
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Alice

As Edward directs the car into a parking space at school, my eyes sweep the area to try and determine if the mystery girl is a new student here. Sometimes I wish I had Edward's ability to read minds. It'd make things so much easier; to just dip into the thoughts of the other students and find out what's happened so far this morning at the only high school in dreary old Forks.

I give a frustrated sigh and climb out of the car just as Emmett's Jeep pulls up next to Edward's Volvo. We all gather between the cars and wait together for the bell to ring; just as we do every morning. Edward is murmuring encouragements to Jasper; being the newest to our family's lifestyle makes it harder on him to be around so many humans, but he's managing well. Emmett is standing casually, an arm hung around Rosalie's shoulders as she stands with her usually constant scowl in place.

I start thinking about something random, needing to throw off Edward as I attune my ears to the conversations going on around the parking lot. I also take an unnecessary breath in hopes that it will help keep my emotions in check. The last thing I need is for Jasper to sense my anxiety as well. Which would immediately alert Edward to zero in on my thoughts.

I pick up on some students talking about an upcoming project, and then hear some other students talking about the winter formal that's coming up. Just as I'm about to give up and convince myself that she's apparently not going to be a student here; I catch on to some students' rude conversation.

"I can't believe she's back."

"Who?"

"Isabella Swan, Chief Swan's daughter. The last time she was here, a rumor spread around that she was gay and doing some pretty sinful things while she was with her mother. And ever since then her father hasn't wanted her."

"Ew, that's so gross!"

"Yea. Tell me about it."

A growl involuntarily rumbles low in my chest, leading me to chastise myself when I feel four sets of curious gazes on me.

"Are you ok Alice?" Jasper asks me. He follows his question with a wave of calm. I feel the anger that had been rising subside for now.

"And why are you singing that god-awful song in your head?" Edward asks with a grimace. I know he's trying to pick my brain after hearing my growl; wanting to know what caused it.

"It's stuck in my head," I quickly lie, "and yes I'm fine. Just remembered something and it set me off. But I'm fine now." Edward looks at me skeptically, and Jasper nods. Emmett shrugs and Rosalie seems as though she hasn't even been paying attention to the conversation since Jasper sent the wave of calm out. "Bell's going to ring." I tell them before I turn and walk away. It sounds seconds later.

Isabella Swan.Such a beautiful name.

My first few classes pass by the same as they have for the last eighty some-odd years; boringly. I keep my eyes and ears sharp between classes; wanting to pick up anything on Isabella. I see a glimpse of her just before she enters the locker room door for fourth period. But that's about it. No one else has said much about her, and if they have, it's along the same lines of what I heard earlier this morning. All about her past, and her "being a dyke". First off, that shouldn't be an issue. This being a small town, however, leads to people being small-minded bigots. I know that much for sure. Second of all, from what they've said about her last visit, it was years ago, so they don't even really know anything about who she is today!

When the bell rings, signaling the end of fourth period and the start of lunch, I can barely keep myself from running out of the room. To think, this mystery girl has already completely consumed my thoughts, and she hasn't even done anything at all. It absolutely confounds me.

I come to stand next to Emmett and Rosalie at the end of the hall as we all patiently await Edward and Jasper. Once they've arrived, we all head towards the lunchroom. I know my anxiety is already rising, but Edward and Jasper's conversation behind me distracts me at the moment.

"I'm sure she probably thinks that I'm the rudest being ever." Jasper's southern drawl states sadly.

"It's ok Jazzy. We all went through it. You've been doing so good, don't beat yourself up now." Edward tries to soothe him.

"You don't understand Eddie, her scent. . it was just so. . intoxicating." I can hear how ashamed he feels in his voice, but I instantly know that he's talking about Isabella. "It took everything I had to. . to not. ." He trails off, his disgust for the word sticking to his tongue.

"But you didn't babe, and that's what matters. If her blood is more potent to you than anyone else's, we'll start taking extra measures and hunt before school for the next few weeks. Just until you can grow used to her scent." Edward encourages and Jasper just exhales uncharacteristically.

"Ok Eddie, we'll try it." He agrees, but I know he's still beating himself up over it. "It also didn't help that more than half the class was feeling some kind of annoyance or unexplained anger towards her. Aside from my.. desire.. I was surrounded by negative emotions once she walked into the room."

"I've been getting the same thing from everyone's thoughts all day as well." Edward sighs. "I can't comprehend all of their disapproval. Especially about something that none of them understand."

So I'm not the only one who thinks that her scent is divine? I mean I know Jasper is still getting used to our vegetarian lifestyle, but for this new girl to be an even worse temptation than everyone else, says something.

And I also can't conceive how all of these people can be so malicious to a girl whom they don't even know. So she's different from all of them; who cares? She's still a human being with feelings and desires; hopes and dreams. It's a sensitive issue for all of us really. I wonder how they would react if they realized that Edward and Jasper were a couple? But being the gentlemen that they are, they don't tend to put on public displays of affection, except for in front of family.

We walk into the cafeteria, and head for the lunch line. It's pointless for us really, but we have to keep up appearances. Though I don't see how this suits any appearance when it all sits on our trays untouched, and then is discarded. Anyone who still cares to notice probably thinks we're all anorexic or something. Though none of us look the part one bit.

Once we've taken up residence at our usual table, I scan the crowd. I find Isabella a few moments later, sitting just a few tables from our own. I try not to smile at finally seeing her beautiful face again, but I fail to a slight smirk that makes my lips curve.

"That's her there." Jasper nods towards her, and Edward takes a glance.

He's quiet for a moment, and I know it's because he's trying to tap into her mind. Read her thoughts and see if she's thinking anything about Jasper seeming so rude. "Nothing." He states finally. But something on his face seems less comforting than it probably should to Jasper.

"Why are you feeling anxious and worried all of a sudden?" Jasper asks as he rubs Edward's knee.

"Cause there's literally nothing. Not one thought, not one sound. There's just nothing." He says and I can hear the frustration in his voice.

"You can't hear anything at all?" I ask, bewildered myself. But I don't remove my eyes from her face.

"Not one thing. It's like she has some barrier protecting her thoughts from being read." He continues.

All three of our eyes are locked on Isabella now. I'm sure Edward is straining to get any kind of read from her, and I'm almost positive that Jasper is trying to keep from jumping up and killing her from all the blood lust and emotional hatred he's receiving from the lunch room. And I? Well I'm just studying her. This strange girl, who in less than a day, has affected not only me, but now two other members of my family.

As we're watching, Jessica Stanley, or the girl who thinks she's somebody; walks up to the table where this stunning creature is sitting and tries to push her around. Unlike other new students, however, she gets smart with Jessica, before sending her away moments later in a huff. Her friends following behind her angrily. I snicker below my breath and replay the sound of her voice in my head. It's smooth and low. Deep, but not necessarily in a manly way. It's just not very girly. And she's also witty and sarcastic; a great combination on a girl in my opinion.

I see her glance towards our table only seconds after Jessica's departure, and then she goes back to working on something in her notebook. But I watch, as slowly, her eyes keep drifting back towards us. Who could blame her though? When the three of us still have our gazes fixed on her; it'd be impossible to not stare back as well. I can tell she's trying to be inconspicuous, but being a vampire and having heightened senses, leads to us not missing much. What I also don't mistake is the growing anger on her face as the minutes tick by slowly on the clock. But what could she honestly be angry about? Unless she's recalling the class encounter she had with Jasper.

I see her eyes focus back on her stuff, before they creep back over towards us. For a moment, I see her face soften and contemplation moves in; but just as quickly as it came, it goes again. What happened to this girl? She obviously has some prejudice against people, but it doesn't seem to be without cause. Especially after all the things I've heard people saying about her today. And she's only just returned to this obscure town. So what has this gorgeous girl gone through, that has made her so withdrawn from people? Making her seem so emotionless; unless it's a negative emotion that's on display.

"Jasper, what are her emotions like right now?" I ask my adopted brother out of curiosity.

"The most powerful emotion I feel coming off of her right now is annoyance. A few minutes ago she was calming down and she seemed contemplative; but now they're back to annoyance. Earlier, when I first came across her, she was apathetic. She cares so little about what I can only assume is her life, that the broadest emotions she has shown or felt today have been negative." He explains, confirming my own thoughts.

This girl, this beautiful girl; she's so tortured by whatever it is that's happened in her life, that she refuses to feel. I've learned throughout my years as a vampire, that if someone is that detached from their own life and emotions, then something, or someone, has caused it. She doesn't deserve that. No one deserves that.

I see her getting up suddenly and leaving the cafeteria. There's still twenty minutes left of lunch; but I suppose she's just too frustrated from our stares to continue to sit in here.

I hear Jasper rush a breath from between his lips and see his face soften into remorse. I know he's really kicking himself over this, but he has no reason too. Edward tries to quell his thoughts once more, so I do my best to tune him out so they can share this private moment.

"Alice, please?" Edward asks moments later, and I know instantly what he means.

Closing my eyes, I focus on Jasper's future and Isabella's future.

"Hi, my name is Jasper Hale. I'm sorry about my behavior the other day, I didn't mean to offend you in any way, if I happened too. You just caught me on a bad day and I acted out of character." He says to a now startled Isabella Swan.

"It's fine. We're all entitled to bad days." She says in a low volume, not really looking at Jasper for long. Before she settles in to listen to the teacher, nothing left to be said.

"You're not going to hurt her Jazzy. Only thing I saw is you apologizing." I tell him lowly.

"Ok. But you know, I think it'd be best if I just took the rest of the week off. I need to feed and get used to this new girl. And I'll come back again when I feel more comfortable." He informs both me and Edward.

"Ok sweetie. I'll stay with you. We'll take a short vacation and feed everyday so that you can get used to her presence." Edward amends his plans and Jasper nods at Edward's added plan for them.

All of this transpired in a matter of seconds, with us having spoken in our quick speed. Something that allows us to converse with one another about private matters in front of humans, and them not be able to hear or understand us. They'll catch maybe a few twitches of our lips and a slight humming sound, but that's about it.

I patiently await the bell to ring, no longer wanting to be in school today. But knowing Esme wouldn't be too happy if I skipped school without her permission or a good reason; I stay for my last two classes.

As I walk into my fifth hour class -poetry, my favorite of the day- I realize that the new keeper of my thoughts is standing next to Mrs. Valentine's desk awaiting her paper work and a seat. But if my memory serves me right, the only chair left to be taken is the one right next to mine. Smiling inwardly; I take my seat and pull out yesterday's assignment as I wait for the bell to ring.

"Class we have a new student with us today. I'm sure most of you who are Juniors have already come across her in your earlier classes. This is Isabella Swan." Mrs. Valentine says sweetly.

With my keen sense of hearing, I take in the annoyed sighs of my fellow students. Instantly my anger is boiling and the urge to behead them all surges through me. Taking a few quick breaths and doing my best to tune out the other twenty-three students in the room, I fix my gaze on Ms. Swan as she makes her way back to her new seat. And don't miss the quick look she shoots in my direction.

"Now, yesterday we left off on sharing our poems with the class. Who would like to go next?" Our teacher asks the class.

One of the boys in front of the room gets up and begins to read his. I tune him out as I focus my attention on Isabella once more. I don't know why I feel this need to keep looking at her, but I can't help it. She's wearing the angry mask she had on at lunch, and her eyes are darting in my direction every few seconds as well. But there's something about her physical beauty mixed with the negative emotion she's displaying. It makes me all the more curious to figure out who she is. Makes me more curious to know the girl underneath the tough exterior.

When she'd sat down moments ago, she'd pulled out an old, worn, leather book. And now she's writing things down every few minutes.She obviously picked this class because she's into poetry and writing. That's intriguing to know. I wonder what someone with such a cold demeanor writes about. I'm sure she thinks and feels a lot more than she shows.

I spend the next forty minutes staring inconspicuously at Isabella, that is until Mrs. Valentine calls my name.

"Alice, besides our new student Isabella, we haven't heard your poem. Would you please?" She asks me with a kind smile.

I nod and stand, slowly making my way to the front of the class and uncharacteristically clear my throat. Suddenly, a wave of nerves moves through me as I feel her eyes on me. Out of everyone in the class, I'm the only person she seems to have trained her full attention on.

"This is entitled 'The Choice of Talking Walls'."

Have you ever heard the expression "if these walls could talk, what would they say?"? Well what if we applied this statement to a whole new scenario? Say, to the walls of your heart? But which walls of yours would…"

Before I can get any further, the bell rings and everyone is packing up.

"We'll pick up tomorrow class. Have a good day!" Mrs. Valentine calls over the volume of the students leaving. "Alice you can read yours tomorrow." She says as she comes to stand next to me.

Nodding, I move back to my desk and grab my bag. Then head towards my last class of the day; with what I'd describe as a glum look pulling at my features.