Third person POV

A week had passed, and everyday Jasper grew closer to the beautiful brunette. He couldn't help but spend all of their classes together memorizing all the small details about her.

Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green, and while everyone seemed to get paler with the coming winter, she would get tanner. Her brunette hair started to turn a russet color, it was a mix of auburn and brunette, a beautiful mix. She also had freckles that lined the bridge of her nose.

Everyday, he never ceased to ask her hundreds of questions in order to figure out more about her. It was on the sixth day of being in this small town that Jasper finally spoke up about his aversion to her relationship with the Newton boy. She waited outside the classroom, saying goodbye to him, when he grabbed her roughly and looked at Jasper with a heated look.

He spoke hurriedly and she pulled out of his grasp and walked in, looking shaken. She set her books on the table, pulling her scarf away from her neck. Jasper reveled in the delicious smell of strawberries that she wore everyday. Since he had no desire for her blood, he was able to appreciate her delicate human scent.

She tried to rub away the pain in her wrist, but she had a long sleeved sweater on. He turned his attention to the board, giving her a second of privacy as she lifted the sweater and saw new bruises forming on her wrist. He held back a growl.

"You can do better than that." His words sounded rather harsh, but he had no way of putting his opinion lightly.

"Excuse me?" Her gaze snapped to Jasper, and he smiled fondly at the crease in her eyebrows and venomous look in her eyes. She was trying to be tough. He couldn't help but admire how adorable his girl was.

"Newton. You can do better than Newton." He said it was like it was obvious, and he could see his words caught her off guard. She got slightly flustered, running her fingers through her hair.

"What makes you say something like that."

"When I was growing up, my mother and father taught me that a man should never lay a hand on his lady unless it is to place a ring on her finger. A man that leaves bruises on the girl he is supposed to love is nothing but a coward." He chose his words carefully, not wanting to ruin the friendship that had started to develop. "You don't deserve that."

"Yeah, well my parents taught me that booze is the perfect solution to it." She said bitterly, before realizing she said nothing to defend or deny his accusation. It was the first honest and raw answer she had given him about her life. Usually, he got sugarcoated answers about family trips with her new baby brother and how great her stepfather is. "Jesse would never hurt me. He loves me. Plus, it's not really any of your business."

She was bitter with her response, but her eyes kept glancing back to her wrist. He made no response. He just reveled in her beautiful scent and the sound of her breathing. How do you convince a woman she deserves to be treated like a princess? She could feel his eyes on her as the teacher allowed the students to start their lab.

The two talked strictly about the assignment in front of them. She had to admit, it was nice having a partner that could keep up with the work, and for once it was her that could not keep up. She groaned and swore as they tried to answer the pre lab questions, but she could offer no answer.

"Are you having trouble?" He asked softly, only slightly touching her hand in comfort. She stared at his hand, not knowing whether she enjoyed the shivers that ran through her body at his touch or whether she should pull back. She decided against the latter. "It's okay if you are, I understand it because I did this lab at my last school. I can complete it if you wish."

"I'll never get into medical school if I just copy your answers." She said bitterly. Medical school? He had no idea her aspiration were that high. For one split second, he felt a ping of guilt for even trying to win her heart when she had her heart set on such a bright future.

"I could tutor you." Jasper offered cautiously, and the way her lip pouted slightly and her brow furrowed, she was seriously debating it. "After school today, you could follow me to my house."

"Jesse wouldn't like that." She shook her head, her gaze returning to the paper in front of her. Her soft sigh was meant only for her, but his enhanced hearing let him catch all of her sounds.

"You deserve better than Jesse." His response was automatic and by the distraught look in her eyes, he instantly regretted it. She thought for a second before sighing, running her fingers through her hair. Her gaze returned to it. It was grave.

"Sometimes…it's not about what you want, what you need, or what you deserve. But what you can get at the end of the day." Her words disturbed him. He had never felt such pain and longing from one creature only through the look in her eyes. He swore he could see her emotions rather than feel them. He was starting to learn how to read the mystery girl.

"Life is worth fighting for those things, if you settle you will only regret it forever. Happiness is a naturally sought out human emotion." He was careful with the word human, knowing it did not apply to him.

"You talk of time as if it lasts forever. I don't have forever. I have eighty years if I am lucky and I am not getting any younger. Why take the risk of ruining the future I'm destined to have?"

"You think you are destined to be unhappy?"

"One person is happy, then isn't that enough?"

"That person isn't you."

"And what makes my happiness above his?"

"It isn't you he's happy with, it's being with someone." The words were said before he could think, and he realized how she would interpret that statement. "You deserve someone who is crazy about you, someone who would put your happiness about anything else in the world."

"When someone like that exists, let me know." She sighed as the bell rang and she loaded her bag up before rushing away. That person did exist, and he was right in front of her. He didn't want it to be like with Edward and Bella. He knew being apart from this beautiful girl would only hurt him in the end, and he didn't want that. He could treat her better than anyone else, even if he offered her an alternative life.

"Wait, you never answered me about tutoring." He said rather loudly, but they were close to the last people in the room. She turned to him in haze and he could see the unease in her eyes. Pain flashed quickly, and she ran her fingers through her hair again. He could tell it was a sign of stress for her.

"Jesse wouldn't like it." Was the only answer she provided as she walked out of the door. Their next class was together, so he was accustomed to walking her there, but she had left, and he had a feeling the progress that he had worked towards all week went with her.

When he saw Bella in the hall, he told her of his attempt, and she reassured him she knew how to help. He trusted her, so they continued on to the next class that they shared with her. He didn't question her until the signal for the end of the day happened, and Bella marched right over to her, with the group of friends surrounding her.

"Hi, Allison." Bella said softly, smiling. Jasper was impressed. He remembered the shy human girl she used to be. Immortality had changed her, and he suddenly was extremely grateful for everything that happened in Forks almost one hundred years ago.

"Hello, Bella." Allison said with apprehension. Jasper was the only Cullen to approach her so far, so seeing Bella must have been a real shock.

"I had talked to the professor earlier about the English essay we are supposed to do on a Shakespearean sonnet. I'm having a lot of trouble with it. He suggested I have you help me since you have already handed in an A+ paper. Would you be able to help me? You could follow my family and I to our home."

Allison's eyes immediately sought out Jasper from across the room. She knew this was his doing. The girl around her was whispered amongst herself. Allison cleared her throat. "I'd have to ask Jesse."

"Come on, he wouldn't mind. You could hang out with my sisters and I after, we could order pizza and watch some movies. It'll be fun. It is Friday after all. Please?" Jasper had to admit, Bella was alluring when she wanted to get her away. She had just dazzled a human, and not just any human. Jasper's female human. He would have laughed, but he was too intent on her answer. She seemed shaken. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at her friends for support who nodded their heads with encouragement.

Allison knew she would pay for it later. Jesse would not be happy, even if it was only hanging out with a few of the Cullen girl's. She could already feel the bruises starting. But she hoped if she said yes, maybe the Cullen girls could flirt a little with him and then he would just be another stupid boy, and not the person he has been lately. She sighed. "Sure, I guess. Just let me grab my books, I have the VW out there, meet you outside?"

"Great! Oh, Alice will be so excited." Bella kissed her cheek softly, and it left Allison's head swimming. A warning went off in her head, not because of Bella's odd behavior, but she could feel everyone watching, and she was not one for a show. She nodded quickly, grabbing her stuff and shooting Jasper a glare before continuing to her locker. The first thing she saw was the photo Jesse had taken on their first date. She smiled sadly, touching it gently, wishing she could touch the man that he used to be.

She felt like she had been in a trance of sadness for days until the locker slamming next to her woke her up. She looked around nervously, seeing Jesse walk down the hallway with a smile on his face over to her locker. "Hey, babe. So we still on for tonight? My mom left town so we will have the entire house to ourselves."

"Oh my god, Jesse, I totally forgot. Bella Cullen, she just came up to me in class and basically forced me to go to her house today to help her with that essay in English class. I tried to say no but she really needs my help." Allison could feel Jesse's anger, but it seemed it slowly faded away as he smirked.

"Actually, that's kinda hot. If you guys break out into a make out session, send me pictures?" He smirked as he pulled her close, placing his hands lower on her back than she would have liked in school. She scoffed and pulled out of his grasp, but he refused to let her go. He grabbed her face and pushed his lips onto hers, but she could not hold a fight for long and gave in. After a few seconds she caught him by surprise and pulled from his grasp.

"I really have to go. She's waiting for me. I love you, I'll call you later!" She yelled as she slammed her locker shut and ran to the parking lot.

She was not expecting what she came to. The house was absolutely gorgeous, it seemed rather out dated but it was timeless. The windows were made of glass, and it covered almost half the house. She stepped out of her car in awe, and was even more shocked when Rosalie came up to her with a sad smile. They stood there awkwardly before she pushed her hand in front of her.

"I'm Allison. You must be Rosalie." She said with a soft smile in which Rosalie returned. She shook her hand gently. Rosalie shocked her by pulling her into a hug. Whenever she saw her at school, she tended to have a blank expression. The only time genuine emotion seemed to appear was when Emmett was in view. Rosalie pulled back abruptly.

"I apologize, I don't know what came over me. I actually, um, your car was making a weird noise on the way over here. Cars are kind of my passion. Would you mind if I tinkered with it while Jasper helps you study?"

"Wasn't I here to help Bella?"

"Well, not exactly. We figured, she figured Jesse would be more accepting of Bella's offer than Jasper's."

"You're right there. Well, I guess since you went through all of this trouble." Allison smiled and laughed and held out her keys. "Go nuts, she can't get any worse."

"Oh, when Rosalie is done your car will be like new." Jasper joked as he was suddenly behind her, a hand on the small of her back leading her into the home. She flinched from the coldness of his touch, but otherwise made no move to remove his hand. They entered into the home where soft opera music was playing. Her heart almost stopped when the two parents to these children walked into the room. Carlisle and Esme Cullen, the town's newest scandal about how they adopt teenagers at such a young age.

She could feel the love radiating from the two of them, and their soft smiles were infectious as they walked over. Esme made no point in formalities, she went straight in for a hug, in which Allison hesitated before returning. She must admit, she hates being touched. Carlisle gave a soft handshake.

"Allison it is so nice to finally meet you. I am Esme, the kid's mom. And this is my husband Carlisle. We've heard so much about you." She smiled softly, nervousness running ramped in her blood stream. That's when a man with dark brown hair and even paler skin than the Cullen's walked out from the side of the living room. When she saw him, she felt as if someone had thrown a rock at the shield she placed over her emotions. The man's stare was like he was trying to read her mine. She insisting felt defensive but she had no clue why. He stuck out his hand. "And this is our family friend Eleazer. He is visiting from Alaska."

"It is nice to meet you all. You have such a lovely home. Thank you for having me today." Jasper smiled as she spoke, a light shining in his eyes that Carlisle and Esme did not leave unnoticed. Eleazer smiled but his gaze did not lower.

"Well, thank you. I am trying to redecorate, it seems as if no one has lived her for a hundred years." Esme smiled and laughed as the others joined her, but she did not understand the private joke. Instead she nodded politely and smiled. "Why don't you and Jasper go and start your study session. I will start cooking dinner."

She could feel Eleazer's gaze deepen and she felt her unease increase. Whatever he was doing, it did not sit well with her.

"Thank you so much." She said warmly as Jasper led her up the stairs. The whole house was filled with ancient art and different artifacts that she couldn't stop staring at. He brought her to the second floor, and the room did not cease to amaze. It was a decent size, and one whole side of the room was glass.

There was a queen-sized bed with a chase in front of it that was covered in books, and behind the bed was an entire wall of books. She gasped in amazement, and she could not help the urge to go and read the various titles. He smiled brightly at her response, taking her coat and bag and set it on the bed. "It's…gorgeous, Jazz. It's amazing. You have so many books!"

The nickname did not go unnoticed by either one. She shut her mouth before she said anything else too embarrassing and continued on her personal tour of the room. "You can look at them, they won't break. Make yourself at home, Ally."

The nickname again did not go unnoticed. She walked over to the wall, removing her shoes by the shoe rack he had and he did the same. She grabbed the first book she saw, a World War two memoir and she instantly felt her heart melt. "I love reading about the lost soldiers. I was reading last week about the Confederate Army during the Civil War and the ranking system, it was the most fascinating thing I had ever- oh my god I'm rambling, aren't I?"

He could help but smile as he gazed at the beautiful girl. He shook his head softly. He noticed how her russet-brunette hair was like a curtain that went down to her back, and her soft emerald eyes were looking at him with horror. The soft curve of the bottom lip pulled the top to a perfect heart shape, and her face had the perfect angles. "No, that's why I have all of these. I agree with you. I've never known a girl to find an interest in war stories."

"You'll find I'm not normal." Her words had double meanings to both of the two. He smiled softly.

"Shall we begin?"