Jazzy POV
I did not understand the meaning of telling me the words of Mozart, but I knew that they must have a meaning to her if she wolud take the time to tell them to me. True, they were deep thoughts, but for that sitution, were they appropriate? I knew there weas only one way I could get the answers. I'd have to ask her about them myself.
The next I meant to meet up with the strange girl who i had become... something to in the last days. The red truck we had all known so well in the previous year pulled into the school parking lot. and to Jasper's surprise the girl that he knew so much and yet at the same time knew so little about. The crazy girl. The crazy girl drove Bella's truck. There was only one truck liike that in the Forks area. Bella. Bella is the crazy girl.
I walked up to her with this realization. "You- you're b-bel-bella aren't you? Bella Swan." Her eyes were full, in remorse, and sorrow, darkened by whatever those words brought to her attention. She hid her feelings well, simply replying in a sing-song voice, "This is not the place nor time for this conversation. And you know that, Jasper." she was fishing around in her purple owl bag. "You spent all this time knowing my name and now I'm just guessing at yours?" She simply gave him a look. But Jasper immediatly felt bad. It was one of those looks. "I'll figure this out Jasper. But I can't right now. I am in the words of everyone I've ever know, unstable." she finally pulled whatever she wanted from her bag and handed a wrapped object to him. "Give this to Rosalie for me? There is no beauty to marvel a rose. Tell her that too." and with that she gave him a small smile and hopped into her truck, pulling away. Jasper knew that he would not go to classes today. And he knew it was time for a family meeting.
sorry to leave you so short, but my dad wants me to watch the Avengers movie for his birthday and so I'll see you in like three hours! :P