Is it possible to be stressed out over the quality of a chapter you just wrote? Because if there is a possibility, I am. But I'm so sorry for the long wait; the story has been on my mind and my plan for this chapter has been read over and over and changes were made... but the words didn't flow! I hate when that happens and refuse to give readers a half-ass chapter... so this took time. And I can say that I don't really like this chapter. Hopefully you all do though :) this switches back and forth between Jasper and Dawn... so be prepared!

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Chapter 5: Go Head

*A scattered dream is like a far off memory.

A far off memory is like a scattered dream.

I want to line the pieces up.

Of yours and mine...*

Let me stop with all the sentimental stuff.

It was just a dream, Dawnie. Just a dream.

If I couldn't touch it... even if I could feel it... then it wasn't real.

Momma' always told me that. She said the tangible is what's real. The rest, even if you think it's there... is what's fake.

I flipped the shower knob off, letting the last spray of warm water hit my face before cozying up in my towel and heading back to my bedroom to get dressed.

Today's outfit would be simple.

Long-sleeved, maxi black dress made of thick wool to keep me warm yet hug my curves. Matching socks and Dr. Martins combat boots. Everything was black... just like my soul.

After repeating yesterday's routine of fanning out my curls, washing my face, brushing my teeth once, twice―to ensure honey-blonde didn't get slapped with the breath of stankness, should I encounter him again, which I opted not to―and then a spray of my favorite perfume, dab of brown lip-gloss and mascara... I grabbed my purse, heading down stairs to meet my cousin.

"Cousin-Bella?" I call out, slinging my bag on my shoulder. I peeked in the kitchen when I heard no response, sighing when there was a note taped to the fridge.


Hey, Dawn, it's Bella.

The keys to my truck is on the mantle in the living room.

I got a ride from Edward today, so I figured you can just drive yourself.

Text me if anything hap―


I balled up the note not even bothering to read the rest, tossing it in the waste bin after. Not that I was mad at B―okay, I was a little―but anymore messing around then I may have been late for my second day, not that I was looking forward to it, anyways.

I grabbed her keys off the mantle in the living room, heading out the door. To school. Ugh, just narrating the damn word makes me shudder.

"Hey, new girl!" I heard someone call out. I kept walking down the crowded halls, ignoring said someone.

I was tapped on the shoulder. Cue rolling of the eyes and kissing of the teeth. Another tap, as I continued walking. I reached in my bag, pulling out the little slip of paper I got yesterday after school. It had info on the locker I'd be using for the year.

"What's with the all black, today?" This guy―yeah, he was a guy―had a light voice and fast speech.

"Black is the color of my skin and soul." I mutter, walking past a group of jock looking guys. From the way he seemed observant enough to notice the change of the colors of my outfit from yesterday to today, he had to be a geek. In this generation did geeks still feel intimadated by being within a five-inch radius of jocks? Shit, I hoped they still did―namely him, or whoever this guy is, who was following me like some puppy.

Another damn tap. With a sigh, I glance over to my left just to see some geek―he was definitely a geek―of some type of Asian descent, tall like 6'1 with greasy hair as black as an oil slick, and brown eyes, pacing to match my walk. He reaches in his messenger-designed bag and pulled out a notepad and pen. Did I mention that he had a poor complexion? It was that of a tortilla chip. "Can I get a statement on what went down yesterday in Bates' class?"

It only took me ten seconds to realize what he was asking for and that he was the same Asian kid that started clapping for me after I finished dancing to Fuck The Pain Away for Buff Daddy.

"... aren't you in that class?" I ask and walk faster.

Where the hell was this damn locker?! What if I was dead and needed a defibrillator but the only available one was in this far, far away locker, so I had to go get it?! Wait, if I was dead... how could I even go revive myself? How could I even walk? I'd be just on the floor. Tongue drooping out my pretty mouth and X's over my eyes... the walking dead. Duh. But wait again! Zombies had no feelings, so how would I even know to get a defibrillator from my locker to revive myself and wouldn't I be rotting―

"Hey, new girl!" Michael Chung―I assumed his name to be, because Chungs are so annoying and at my old school, I nicknamed the only Asian boy (who was fine as hell) Michael Chung―called out, bringing me back to reality. That little contemplation on life made me bump into like 5000 people and pass my locker.

"Is it true from key witness Lauren Mallory," his ass knew corn-silk bitch? "that you snuck out of detention to meet with mysterious Jasper Hale and start an affair?" At the sudden rumor and calling of the name, Jasper Hale I let out a loud groan, rolling my eyes once more.

Finally I had reached the damn locker and started playing with the combination lock to get it open.

"New girl!"

Boy, I tell ya'... some people just didn't know when to quit.

"New girl!" Michael Chung yelled out like I couldn't hear or something... 'bout to take off my shoe!

"Do you think she's deaf?" That was when I turned around with an are you fucking serious face and placed a hand on my hip. Right next to him was another geeky looking girl with dark brown hair matched with little streaks of a nice honey color and brown eyes hidden behind small, rhinestone glasses. Unlike her perky, little Asian friend... she looked reserved and was more calm. I give them both a look and lean all of my weight on one leg, the other hand finding it's way on my hip.

"Uh, Eric?" Oh, so Michael Chung was an Eric?

"Yeah, Ange'?"

Ange' quietly retorts, "I think she just wants to be left alone..." yes, girl. You smart.

"But we promised to get the scoop, Angela. And I won't stop until I do!" Great, not only was Eric determined...

"Hey, new girl―" he was persistent.

I cut him off and cross my arms over my chest, sassing, "If I acknowledge what the hell it is that you want, will to please leave me alone?"

He gestured to the notepad and pen in his hands and the nice Canon* camera in Angela's hand. "Only if you give me a full interview."

"Interview for?" I raise an eyebrow and purse my lips. So far all this interview seemed to be was latest gossip regarding my first day and then my encounter with himhoney-blonde. Jasper Hale here. Jasper Whitlock, a major in the Confederate army in my dream... my sweet, sweet dream... damn.

"The Daily Forks Times, of course." Asian-boy-named-Eric smiled broadly and reached in his bag, producing a newspaper in his hands. "Check it!" He seemed proud of the finished product―the front page being... a feature on my cousin's arrival three weeks ago. And a small editorial by someone with the name Jessica Stanley about how this 'Cullen' family suddenly seems "lively". An off guard picture of my cousin is the front page graphic and there is none for the two paragraph editorial by said Stanley girl.

"Oh, goodie." I think I've quite had it. The "revolutionary side of me", as cousin B liked to call it, was kicking. So I say the only thing my mouth would allow me to say―no filter once so fucking ever. "It's the Asian supremacist trying to jive* a sista' with a statement for a mediocre, fuck ass newspaper, from a fuck ass school."

And instead of walking away like any normal person would do... Eric turned to Angela exclaiming, "Did you get all that?!"

Why didn't he just video tape the whole damn thing...

With another I sigh, I pinch my temples and turn back to the locker at hand, ignoring this Asian imbecile.

I seriously needed my fix.

And what was my fix?

Gum.

I took one―two pieces and shoved it in my mouth.


Jasper's POV

If I wasn't asking Alice Cullen, my wife, "Why was it necessary for us to come one period late to school?" Then I was asking her:

"Who is she, Alice?" Which I had found myself asking for the fifth time this morning.

I had first unintentionally heard of this new, funny as hell, outrageous, hot girl when Emmett described her yesterday at our meeting in the cafeteria. It was beyond me on why he had taken such an interest in a human girl. While I had learned my lesson above doing that many years ago―I felt like praying that he didn't end up like Edward with some infatuated attraction for this new girl, since he also did have Rosalie. And said statuesque blond was seething at the table, threatening to rip off his lower members if he breathed―which had me snickering since he did not need to―a word about this new, funny as hell, outrageous, hot girl. It took a lot to simmer her down from a boiling pot to a low steaming one, but eventually she did because all of a sudden, our eyes were cast on her.

The new, funny as hell, outrageous, familiar, beautiful, humble, African American girl. I had never sprang such a curiosity in any human... It baffled me when Edward did to Isabella and I found myself constantly shaking my head at the two, while keeping my thoughts regarding the frivolousness of their relationship hidden well from him.

But if he felt this... then by all means... hell yeah.

She was beautiful.

Dipped in chocolate. Bronzed in elegance. Enameled with grace. Toasted with beauty. Sweet Lord... she was a black woman.

And not just any:

Nailah. My Nailah.

My Nailah with hair soft as wool. A spine strong enough to carry the weight of the world. Hips wide enough to birth an entire nation and a face as beautiful enough to calm any wild spirit.

"Jasper, I want you to stay calm." Alice, my pixie wife of many decades quietly retorted, grabbing a hold of my hand.

I furrowed my eyebrows into a knit and licked my lips, sighing, "But―"

She cut me off, her small lips curving into her signature coy smile, "It's okay. You won't do anything you'll regret."

I suppose I should say that I was relieved by her gift of foresight, which is very convenient to my family and I. But I had to make sure that the something I won't regret... was really something I wouldn't regret. Not now. Not in a hour. Not later. Not tomorrow. Not in a month. Not in a year. In fact, not ever.

As we entered the maroon, brick building belonging to the school that fell victim to our latest façade of being natural born humans in their teenage years, I was automatically overwhelmed with the sweet, tantalizing smell of so many delicious blood types... just one taste would do―but I wouldn't. And couldn't. Not without killing so many for the fact that they'd be witnesses... and the disappointment of slipping... I whisper to my wife, the pre-guilt already laced in my voice, "... so I won't―"

"Yesterday, you would have." Alice muttered in a tone that only I could hear, before waving to a human girl named Bethany in her Algebra II class―Bethany would have had appealing blood, except she smelled like smoke. I had given up smoking decades ago and from what I could feel from her, she was one of those troubled teens: smoking, drinking, projected teenage pregnancy... that overall gist. And one of Alice's "save the humans from their paths of destruction" projects; a new, most recently developed hobby for her.

And I know I should have felt disappointed for the probability of almost killing a human girl with conflicted feelings and such strong emotions that reminded me of my Nailah from a century and many decades ago. But it wouldn't be a surprise. She smelled so divine. Like fresh cotton, tangy mangos, sweet coconuts, pure vanilla and so much more that was deemed indescribable to my powerful nose. The scent was all too good and all too familiar. And the way her brown eyes looked up at me when I first said her name... and the sound of her voice then the feel of her silk, chocolate skin... I would have drank and killed her without mercy or consent, had I stayed that close for any longer.

But the next thing Alice told me as we stopped near an empty hallway and row of lockers, did surprise me and knock my socks off. "Today... you'll eat."

"Eat?" I questioned, running a hand through my wavy hair. What could she have meant by that?

"Alice, could you―" My sly girl had to see that I was going to question her on that lil' tidbit because before I could even finish, she interrupted me once more, holding out her dainty hands to cup my cheeks.

"Jazz, I can't and won't elaborate. Just let things take their course for now... besides," she sighed with a shrug, bouncing on the balls of her tiny feet in those baby-pink designer flats, "I doubt telling you would even do any good. It's set and you won't change your mind."

Change my mind on eating?

Eating what?

Eating who?

"I've got to get going to class, now." She must have noticed me contemplating her words. My pixie kissed me quickly on the lips and proceeded to gracefully skip down the halls toward her second class. "And you'll need your textbook for 2nd period today. It's in my locker." Alice called out, before she disappeared from my sight as she turned on a corner.

"Which book?" I said, knowing she'd hear me.

But I got no whisper back and she was already gone.

I think I stood in that one spot for a good five minutes while the second bell rang and many feeble humans passed me by; some wary and cautious, some purely terrified by my presence, many girls and a few guys―no doubt about itturned on by being within just a few inches of me and one... particularly pissed, annoyed, nervous, apprehensive, curious―the list could go on.

And I knew who those emotions belonged to.

As if it were second nature, I turned around and gulped at the smell of the clashing scent coming closer and closer. And the very sight of her.

The sound of small feet hitting the tiled floors of the hallway. The gait of her walk. Twang in her steps. Swing of her hips. Easy and calm breaths. Pink lips glossed in light brown. Flutter of long and curly eyelashes. Figure completed in that tight dress. Complexion of her skin.

She was so close. So near.

With a heavy sigh, and roaming of fingers through my hair... I stammered out, "H-Hi―"

But...


Dawnette's POV

My walk past you like we never met game was too strong.

I almost felt bad. Almost.

But it couldn't be helped... I didn't need to acknowledge his sexy ass―I mean pitiful "hi" when just yesterday my breath was so stank that his ass ran for the hills. And I also didn't need to suddenly blurt out everything I felt just from being within honey-blonde's presence. Not to mention, embarrass myself with lingo on how I'd rather be oogling him with my eyes instead of being cooped up in detention. Nor did I need to think about last night's weird dream or have the gall to tell him about it even though I don't know him.

I could see it now:

"Hey, Jasper Hale. Remember me? The sista' who's middle name you seemed to know was Nailah and who had the breath stank enough that made you run like I was a vacuum salesman?"

He'd look at me like I was crazy. Or like oh, yeah... I remember that girl. Or just gather me in his arms like he did in my dream and kiss me―nah, he wouldn't even look at me for one second... and would end up running just like yesterday.

"Yeah. Well, you see what had happened was... I had this crazy dream that I was a slave―"

BOY! DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT LOOK. I KNOW MY PEOPLE WAS SLAVES. WANT TO KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOUR GRANDDADDY'S DAD'S DAD'S DAD THOUGHT IT WAS COOL TO COME TAKE US FROM OUR LAND AND MAKE US PICK YOUR TOBACCO AND DIE FROM FUCK ASS DISEASES GETTIN' THAT RICE FROM THEM SWAMPS AND HAVE US DIE FROM THE HEAT PICKING THAT COTTON. ―that would be the sidebar I'd have to yell at some random white guy walking by in the hallway, having the nerve to even look at me like what I was saying was foreign on my lips.

"Excuse that little rant baby, but yeah... so I was a slave named Nailah... And you was a major in the Confederate army named Jasper Whitlock... And I was writing you love letters and you was stalking me from afar behind this big ass sycamore tree and the rest is history because it's a little too personal to share at the moment considering we are not behind closed doors, corn-silk bitch and her brunette friend keep looking our way and whispering bullshit to each other and oh yeah... you're currently glaring at me like you want to strangle my ass or bite me... or love me... or kiss me... or *freak me*..." but of course that last part would get whispered so low that he couldn't hear.

Then he'd suddenly smile.


And I'd either:

A) Faint

B) Die

C) Run

D) Run and Trip

E) Do all of the above at the same damn time


Take your pick. I could list even more than that.

But was I glad to have finally got my ass into a seat in second period.

And glad that these classes went by fast.

And glad that it was finally lunch time and managed to get by with minimal stares and... still a lot of whispers. Including being followed around by some blonde who was not honey-blonde. I think his name was Mike. And if he wasn't talking to his jock or geek or snobby friends, he was glancing over at me, bragging about my cousin Bella or trailing behind me, thinking I didn't notice when I in fact did notice... had me almost turn around, take off my shoe and threaten him.

Back in Georgia... if a white guy at my old school followed behind you... he was going to do something drastic.

Ex:

Pour a bucket of water over your head.

Trip you in front of a crowd of people.

Follow you home and break into your house...

Invite his other friends to throw a nice "party" in your backyard with you being the main"guest".

And I know that you know it would get much more worst than that.

At that school in Cordele... we were ridiculed. No one even knew the definition of Zulu-love*.

So yeah, if this Mike guy didn't stop following this sista' like a little puppy... he was about to get hit upside the head with this Dr. Martin boot. And it was a heavy shoe. I also had this designer, leather purse. With buckles.

And fists.

And teeth.

And words. Hurtful words that could come out of my mouth and ruin his natural born life.

Gratefully, as I entered the cafeteria, he went to the left and I went to the right. He sat down at a table of who I assumed to be his friends and I went to go get some food. I was hungry.


Jasper's POV

Even though Alice and I arrived to school later than usual, the day went by excruciatingly slow. I didn't enjoy the folly or pride I usually felt in AP American History, or the feelings illicit from staring at her. Three classes we encountered each other in: AP American History, Creative Writing/Poetry and Yearbook. Mind you, I had just been switched into the Yearbook class today, along with my sister Rosalie and wife Alice. I had no idea if this was in fact, Alice's doings or if Carlisle or Esme had anything to do with this odd switch... because I did enjoy my workshop class but would also enjoy this "class" if it meant sitting right behind her.

The only downfall was Rosalie constant questioning on why I kept looking at her and... Alice doing nothing but smiling like she wasn't my wife and hadn't noticed or been bothered by her presence or my reaction to her presence at all.

It was a bit nerve-wracking.

But it was now late noon and lunch time had rolled around. Usually Alice and I keep up the façade of being humans by bring our own bagged lunch from home, and for the life of me, I want to just pull her to the side and ask why we didn't do that today. Why we were currently standing in the line for human food about to spend unnecessary money on morsels we would play with and pretend to touch and eat.

I had since then forgot about her vision of me "eating" but remembered it at the sight of a large, pepperoni pizza being shoved on my tray and the consistent murmur of many of them talking about Alice and I in the line.

I was glad I didn't have the ability to read minds like Edward did. But mortified at the emotions of anticipation from many wanting me to hurry up and take the first bite. Being an empath had it's selfish advantages. But the disadvantage was sadly, feeling the weight of what others felt. And at this rate... I was looking awfully forward to this human food and feeling an imaginary growl in my stomach. As if the lower pit of my stomach wanted to succumb to the proceeds of pizza. I know what I wanted and craved.

"So this is what you meant, huh?" I frown as Alice gives the cashier a five dollar bill to pay for our "lunch".

"Jazz... you do this for a reason." We make our way across the large cafeteria full of many fluttering heartbeats and stagnant stares. "A certain someone loves pepperoni pizza."

A certain someone?

"Who?" I dumbly question, already damn there knowing the answer.

I could smell her entering and feel the annoyance radiating from her inner core.

Nailah was always one to get annoyed back at the plantation. She'd hate picking over 500 pounds of cotton each day, then being woken along with all the others, by that fiend in the middle of the night to entertain him and the mistress. They say the scorn of a woman is bad; try their annoyance on for size.

"Darlin', is there something you're not telling me?" I sigh, as we sit at our table, later joined by Rosalie and Emmett.

His eyes look like those that belong to one of those big ol' bugs once he sees that she has entered the building. And it makes me almost growl at him for even looking so much as interested in her, but Rosalie beats me to it and smacks her husband upside to head. To which he mutters like always, "What the fuck―ouch―" because she punched his arm this time, "was that for, Rose? What did I do?"

Cue my "twin" rolling her golden eyes and looking at her reflection showing in the silver spoon resting on her tray, not even sparing her clueless husband another glance or an obvious answer to his question.

"Jazz," I look up from the tray of "food" set before me. Alice gently nudged me under the table with the pointed tip of her designer flats. "It won't be the worst thing you've ever tasted, you know." She flashes me a wink and a crooked grin graces my face.

If only I could figure out why exactly I was going to suddenly eat. To appease these simple-minded humans? To cure my fits of boredom in this dreary town? Because I can feel everyone expecting me to take a bite since I was oh, so human? What could it be?

"If only you'd at least give me a hint as to why I have to partake in such delicacies, darlin'." I muttered back. I grimace once again at the slice of greasy dough, gooey cheese and awful "pepperoni" this school and the people here call "food", wishing it was at least something I could imagine stomaching like a piece of fried chicken or dumplings or something.

With a sigh, I take up the slice, frowning at the feel of the warm food in my hands.

"Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it..." Emmett chants, his voice barely above a whisper.

I release an unnecessary exhale and give a glance to all the humans surrounding me. And my eyes land on the one placed in the same position as I am.

Elbows perched on the table, slice of gooey, pepperoni pizza in her dainty hands, mouth open, preparing to bite. Her eyes locked with mine as well. She sat at a round table alone, her leather purse beside her, thick thighs crossed over one another under the table, permanent scowl formed in the features of her face.

I hope I hadn't upset her with my constant staring... it's just that I kept wondering. I kept pondering if she was my Nailah or simply someone all too similar. And why, if I had my wife and mate Alice... then why was I so drawn to her?

She inched her pretty mouth forward, and I did the same. Her eyebrows furrowed. So I furrowed mine, too. She tapped a foot on the tiled floors of the cafeteria. I did the same, too. She glared. I glared even harder. She took a big bite... I took an even bigger one.


Dawnette's POV

So, someone seriously needs to remind me not to eat shitty cafeteria pizza, while playing mental Dawnette Says with honey-blonde.

I barely made it through the morning with all of his oogling. Ignoring someone who you had a mysterious, romantic dream about and have three classes with... is seriously some hard ass work. Not to mention two other girls who look just like him, one who sat at the table with him yesterday and looked like she was made by Mattel and some short, pixie-looking chick staring into the depths of your soul as well?

Definitely hard ass work.

Just like the other people that stared and whispered, I was so tempted to turn around and just yell, "BLACK GIRLS ARE MADE OUT OF BROWN SUGAR, HONEY AND MAGIC." So they would stop with the murmurs and glances and whispers and stares. I wasn't that special. A hot commodity for being the new girl that got detention of her first day, but come on.

After lunch and fifteen minutes into my 6th period which surprisingly included honey-blonde, as well... it was no shocker that the universe allowed us both to raise our hands at the same damn time and ask to be excused to the bathroom at the same damn time.

Something had to be up.

And everybody else up in there must have thought so, too, because they all gave us looks. Hell, even the teacher, a nice lady named Mrs. Appleton, raised an eyebrow.

Regardless of the weirdness of the both of us needing to be excused... she let us go and thus the gossip would commence.

I spared Jasper Hale no glance, but made my way to the nearest little girl's room as corn-silk bitch said it, and... vomited. The pizza was horrendous. I would definitely be driving to a diner or packing a lunch every day, instead of indulging in horrible tasting, cafeteria food. It was no wonder why my stomach was tore up last night before I went to bed. And why cousin Bella told me to get a salad, particularly here.

With a heavy exhale, I rinse my mouth with some of the bottled water, I pulled from my purse and pop a piece of Trident* mint-gum in my mouth. Didn't need a repeat of stank breath should I talk to honey-blonde... which I wasn't going to do.

After washing my hands, I walked out of the bathroom about to make my way back to class, but pause at the sound of heavy heaving...

Curse the trait of curiosity embedded in my genes and soul.

It came from nowhere other than the boys bathroom, right across from the girls, considering the fact that the hallway was empty.

With a heavy sigh, I walk across the hall and creek the door open―hopefully no camera showed this as me walking into the boy's bathroom.

And there you go. Thanks again, universe

"Oh... uh... are you... you know?" It was a bit the nerve-wracking to see him vomiting. He ate that nasty ass, greasy pizza too.

I breathed out another sigh and took the leap of faith, walking into the bathroom. God, please let nobody else walk in and think something. "Are you okay?" My words weren't slurred. But were clear. You'd think after all of this work done to avoid him, that when I finally encounter him again... that I'd stutter or faint as I anticipated.

But no.

Instead of the worse happening, I actually felt a bit... pained? to see him like that.

Licking my lips, I shift my purse over to my other shoulder. "Jasper?"

He finally finished, running over to the sink to rinse and wipe his mouth with a paper-towel.

"I'm fine, ma'am." He finally spoke, appearing in front of me in less than a blink of an eye. I was going to allow myself to be ignorant and not question him on how the hell he was that fast... because it was kind of comforting to be near him. Sure, he looked a little lethal with all of those scars dancing across his face and body... and did run away from me the last time we spoke, which was yesterday... But... I felt kind of, good. "I thank you for your patronage." He smiled a toothy grin, revealing his pearly whites.

Was Crest or Colgate in need of a toothpaste spokesperson? Because baby, here... had them teeth!

I nod, smiling myself. "And I thank you for not running away like last time..."

"In my defense, Nailah..." He started, biting his bottom lip. Stop. Stop before I seriously faint this time... "I didn't mean to run away from you like that! I-I... I wanted you to be safe and I didn't want to be tempted to―" he abruptly paused and took a step back.

"Tempted to what?" I took a step forward. "And be safe from what? The racism and snide remarks from bummy ass bitches like corn-silk and her friend? Or was it from the fact that you're just like everyone else... pretending to be nice just to spare the feelings of the new black girl in town?"

"Nailah―"

"My fucking name is Dawnette." I suddenly yelled, feeling my emotions getting worked up. I breathed in and breathed out, and then suddenly felt calm.

I shook my head at him, before dropping the subject at hand. He seemed a little hurt about my assumptions but then again, I could care less, because he made no sense. My actions made no sense. That dream made no sense. Nothing regarding him made no sense. Yet here I was... in the boy's bathroom, so close and so drawn to the guy.

"You've got it all wrong, ma'am..." Jasper whispered, loud enough for me to hear. He stepped closer. A little too close to my liking. But what the fuck... I stepped closer, too. We were within a few centimeters away from each other.

Jasper down at me, his breaths shaky and heavy. I looked up at him, my breaths short and feathered. He reached a hand up, touching my cheek with his cold fingertips. My cheeks flushing with a red blush. I could feel him gingerly tracing over my freckles, nose, cheekbones, chin and his callous thumb touching my lips.

I think I stopped breathing.

"It's me, Jasper."

Yes, baby. Yes. I know it's you. I know you're that honey-blonde kid with the weird scars and staring problem. Who else could you be?

"And it's me, leaving." I managed to say in one go, separating myself from him. We breathed the same air for those few minutes. But at the moment, I needed my own. And needed to leave before some other guy walked in or the students and teacher of our 6th period suspected something was going down between us.

Which there wasn't!

"You know. Class." I say once he looked a bit pained. Stop, please. Before I'm tempted to just hug you. Jesus.

"I have class just like you. Just like a normal teenager." I remind him. He unfreeze from his spot and gulps, nodding once.

"Right, Na―Dawnette."


Theme song of chapter:

Go Head by awreeoh


*―references:

Scattered dream, Far off memory― Kingdom Hearts II opening quote

Canon― an American camera company

jive― 1) to irritate or annoy 2) to throw off someone's style 3) pointless or deceptive talk/rhetoric

Zulu-loveshowing of love, mercy and kindness regardless of a person's background, colour of skin, and origin.

Tridentdirty mouth, clean it up.


A/N:

Okay, please tell me this one didn't suck as much as I think it did. I feel like it was missing a lot of things but I plan to make up for it next chapter. Trust me, it will be perfect and you all will love it.

But as we can see... tension between Jasper and Dawn. What does Alice know? What's going to happen next? ;)

I was skeptical about this one, but it couldn't be helped. Was it any good?

Let me know what you all are thinking! Please review and all that good stuff and I promise the update will be out much more quicker. I'm pushing for next Saturday! So please, everyone stay to ones and I promise the next chapter will not disappoint!

Thanks For Reading!

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