Wow, guys. Thanks for those favorites, follows and reviews. I would smile seeing those numbers rise. As for the lateness of this update―writer's block is a bitch. For days, I stared at already written dialogue, struggling to add in the details. And then, it wouldn't come out to my liking.

This was decent enough to serve as a chapter so... enjoy! I tried but don't worry―see the A/N at the bottom!

Disclaimers: I do not own Twilight. If I did, complexion wouldn't mean a thing and you'd see more colour.


Chapter 6: Purple Haze

It was the early morning of the next day and the guys were gathered at Forks High waiting for the first bell. Tyler could breathe knowing that his license wasn't suspended by Chief Swan for losing control behind the wheel of his mini-van about a week ago and... almost killing Bella.

He gave Eric and Mike a ride, the trio talking about homework, Bella, Eric's encounter with the new girl and Mike's "desire".

"You wouldn't." He shrugged, pulling into his designated parking space.

Mike waved off Tyler with a beckon of his hand and bragged, as he unclipped his seatbelt, "I bet you 50 bucks that I could."

"Man, you heard what she said to Eric." Tyler rolled his eyes, taking his key from the ignition. He grabbed his textbook and the three stepped out of his van. "What makes you think she'd be interested in you?"

"She said what she said to Eric because he was annoying her." Mike retorted, shaking his head after giving a glance to their Asian friend. He leaned against the back of Tyler's dark van, trailing off, "And besides... I'm cute."

"Yeah," Tyler nudged Eric and the two burst out laughing, "cute enough to only have Jessica wantin' your ass."

Mike scolded at the comment, "Oh, yeah? And what about you and Lauren, huh?" He playfully shoved Tyler, "You think you could get some* with Lauren always on your back?"

The brown skinned boy frowned.

Mike then hooked an arm around Eric's neck and put him in a headlock, ruffling his sleek and black hair, teasing, "And don't even get me started on you and Angela!"

At the mention of the name Angela, Eric stopped struggling in Mike's arms and froze in place like a block of ice.

"Man, who said I wanted some?" Tyler grumbled. "I'm just saying... she's good looking and all, but I'm focused on that Bella."

The blonde released Eric and kicked a pebble that went skidding across the parking lot. "Bella's with Cullen now." His tone was quiet with a tad of bitterness laced in his tone at the mention of Cullen.

"And your fucking point is? Who says I couldn't take her from Cullen?" Tyler boasted, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"His hair, his face, clothes, the fucking name, Tyler?!" Mike chided, his tone turning from bitter to pissed in a matter of seconds.

By now many cars and students were flooding into the parking lot.

"Oh, shit! The girls are coming over―we'll discuss this later." Tyler hushed Mike, nudging his head in the direction of the shiny, silver BMW belonging to Lauren, that pulled up and parked a couple of spaces down. Both boys watched as the light blonde and brunettes emerged from the car: Lauren Mallory, Jessica Stanley and lastly Angela Webber, climbing out the backseat.

Eric, Mike and Tyler watched the three until they reached the van.

"Hey you." Lauren poked the brown-skinned boy with a flirty smile.

Tyler smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close to him. "Lauren, what's up?"

As he leaned in for a kiss, Lauren sneered and backed an inch away, "No, Tyler," She pointed a finger to her dark pink, glossed lips. "New ten dollar lipstick."

"Hi Mike..." Jessica poked him with her elbow, nodding her head.

She watched with expectant eyes as he glanced down at her before Lauren cleared her throat and raised her thin eyebrows.

"Oh, hey, Jess." Mike boyishly smiled, patting the brunette's shoulder.

Jessica Stanley glanced at Lauren and Tyler and then Eric and Angela before trailing off, "Anything... interesting you have going on?"

Mike shook his head and retorted in a sheepish tone, "Nah, just waiting for Bella."

"Oh..." Jessica muttered, looking down at her black, buckled flats.

"We saw you boys on our way over here―what's the t?"

"The what?" Eric questioned, confusion laced in his tone and engraved in his face.

Lauren rolled her eyes before leaning forward and cocking her head to the side, "The gossip, Eric."

The Asian nodded before saying, "Oh, well Mike and Tyler here were making bets for who'd get to the new girl first―"

"Eric, you fucking―" Tyler started to yell, holding up a fist until a small one came pelting on his back. "Ouch!―Lauren what the hell?!"

He turned to face her and halted at the redness in her fair-skinned face and anger in her tone, "I can't believe you'd even think to go for someone like her!" Lauren screeched, her small chest heaving. "She's so tacky and barbaric and argh!"

"Uh, Lauren?" Eric held up a finger.

Lauren's head snapped to the left, "What?!"

"What's argh?"

"Come on, Eric..." Angela whispered, grabbing the hand of her best friend.

"But Ange'―"

"Come on, Eric." She repeated in a more assertive tone, dragging him away.

There was a silence; the only sounds heard were natural. The wind blowing, different car engines and horns in the parking lot and regular chatter from the students of Forks High. Not to mention, Lauren Mallory's huffs and puffs of anger.

With her thin lips plastered into a frown, Jessica narrowed her eyes and nudged the blonde, Mike. "Looks like somebody's been busy..." She murmured.

"Well―I mean..." He stammered before continuing, "she looks like a really nice girl, the type that's all artsy... you know, 'one with the universe' and flower-crowns and aesthetic* and stuff."

"These artsy girls are cool until you realize they wants to be with the universe and not cho' ass." Tyler laughed, shoving Mike but he was immediately shut up by the narrowed green eyed from the corn-silk blonde.

"She's not artsy at all!" Lauren seethed. "She's a complete trouble-making whore―first day here and she spends it in detention."

"Eric said he was in Bates' class when it happened, Lauren." - "She made it lit*," Mike affirmed.

"Yeah, yeah!" Tyler backed him up while smirking, "He said the song playing said something like suckin' on my titties..."

"I bet that's what Jasper Hale does every night." Lauren sneered, giving a look to Tyler. "They were together when she was supposed to be using the bathroom."

"Doesn't mean anything, Lauren..." Mike trailed off.

"You only say that because you think she's attractive, Mike!" Jessica suddenly yelled, punching his shoulder. Lauren stepped over and punched his other shoulder.

"Ouch―hey!―Ouch," he whined as they took turns punching his arm and shoulders. "Why do you girls keep hitting me?"

"Haven't you got a clue yet, Mike?"

"What?" He was generally confused. The what? made Jessica shake her head and walk away, heading to her first class before the first bell even rang.

He threw up his hands and let them fall back to his sides, "What did I say?"

Tyler shrugged and Lauren only crossed her arms over her chest. She faced away from the boys with a short huff and grimaced when her green eyes spotted the rusty, orange colored truck maneuvering a turn into the parking lot.

"Oh, goodie. Here comes, Bella."

"Not riding with Edward Cullen today, I see." Tyler smugly commented, raising his eyebrows at Mike.

Dawnette's POV

Thanks to this school's shitty parking decal system that students have to pay for in order to park in the student parking lot... I was riding 'round here looking for my Cousin Bella's designated parking space, which I was obviously struggling to find.

It was sad that a school had to squander money from their students in order to allow someone to park their car. What if I had a skateboard or a bike? I thought. Would I have to pay to put that somewhere, too?

The man* played too much games.

As I maneuvered B's monster around the lot, someone in a silver Volvo beeped the horn, rushing me.

As annoyed as I already was this morning, a beeping horn and impatient person could only make it worse. With quick actions, I rolled down the window and stuck out my middle finger―a sista' was struggling and whoever that was, thought it was cool to just sit there and honk their fancy horn at me?

People are so rude. I shook my head.

Also beeped Bella's loud horn right back at the Volvo-driving-asshole and then rolled the window up, tuning the little knob that controlled the volume of her radio to the max.

Jimi Hendrix's Purple Haze filled the car and my current annoyances were somewhat irrelevant at the moment―this was my jam and just like I would sing horribly on occasions in the shower, I would do the same while struggling to find the correct parking space.

Why struggle in pain when you could struggle having fun?

Purple Haze all in my brain,

lately things don't seem the same,

actin' funny but I don't know why

'scuse me while I kiss the sky

"Ain't that a bitch..." I muttered, when parking space 0-256 came into view.

Don't get me wrong... it was a nice spot. Right in front of the school, not a far distance from the front office... but the assholes standing right next to it... surrounding the dark, mini-van...

Slowly easing the truck in the space, my eyes trailed on each and every one of them:

Corn-silk, that lost puppy named Mike and... Tyler Crowley. Cousin B told her about him and how he almost killed her with the van he was leaned up against.

If you ask me, Uncle C should've suspended his license. Trying to kill my cousin like that.

Help me!

. . .

Help me!

Jimi sang, his guitar rifts melodizing over me.

Shit, I need help too, Jimi. I thought to myself, turning down the radio and pulling the key from the ignition.

With a heavy sigh, I slung my purse over my shoulder and opened the door, climbing out.

Immediately, they all stared me down like I was the one who assassinated Martin Luther King.

I looked to my left and to right. Then down at the yellow flannel and black leggings I threw on this morning. It was a basic outfit but I did look cute and the ass is fat.

"What?" I questioned, slamming the door shut behind me. "Are these leggings too tight? Never seen melanin before?"

Corn-silk bitch scoffs and sticks her pointed nose in the air as if I'm the boogers up her nostrils.

To me, it's the perfect position to just run it* and uppercut her snobbish ass.

"Problem?" I raise eyebrows, frowning.

No one said a thing but just stared. Stared like I was as captivating or disgusting as Ted Bundy―dude was a lady killer. Literally and figuratively. But had a yuck-mouth. Worst teeth I ever seen.

"You-You..." Stammered puppy-boy who was kind of cute with his blue eyes as he slowly pointed a finger at me.

A hand found it's way on my hip as I cocked my head to the side, sassing back "Yes? I?"

"That's Bella's truck." Tyler Crowley stated the obvious.

"Yes, again." I nod once, really unimpressed with this conversation. "I know."

"Like, as much as I can't stand Bella..." Corn-silk blurted out, "I do care to know what you've did with her body."

Yeah, we're going to pause for a moment in history:


Cotton swabs consist of a small wad of cotton wrapped around one or both ends of a short rod, usually made of either wood, rolled paper, or plastic. They are commonly used in a variety of applications including first aid, cosmetics application, cleaning, and arts and crafts.

Invented by some dude named from the 1920s named Leo Gerstenzang, his product, which he named "Baby Gays" actually went on to become the most widely sold brand with the name, "Q-tips". The Q stood for "quality".


And how was the relevant to me now?

Felt like I could really use some quality tips right now, considering the fact that my ears must be cleaned in order for me to hear correctly. I think the bitch said "hide her body" as in... murder and my cousin.

Right?

No, no―she clearly meant something else... her ass better had.

So I only smile, looking head on at corn-silk. And I step an inch closer and say, "Excuse me?"

"I said, what did you do with her―" she couldn't repeat her nonsense because Tyler's callous hand shot over her mouth, muffling her nasally words.

His brown eyes glanced into hers and then looked into mine―was that sweat I could see beating down his forehead? "Lauren, no, no, no..."

He pulled her to the side and she snatched away, an arm landing on her skinny hips, "What, Tyler?! If you think I can't handle her―"

"Never ever, ever, ever accuse a black girl of murder!" He cut her off.

Yeah, somebody needed to get me a Q-tip fast.

"Murder?!" I exclaimed, leaning forward.

Corn-silk actually had the audacity to say that I murdered my cousin? My own flesh and blood?―we were both human and on that Zulu-love. So that made Bella my damn flesh and blood and I didn't care what the colors of our skin or DNA said.

Tyler gave a glance back at me, before sighing in exasperation, "See what I mean?"

And this dude had the audacity to characterize me!

I was NOT institutionalized.

"Hold up!" I held up a hand. "First of all, just because you're black too... doesn't mean you're allowed to sit there and stereotype me as being a bitter and angered African American woman!"

The dynamite was lit.

I made sure I had the eye-contact of each one of them before continuing with bite in my tone, "Second of all, it's too much of a pretty day in this dreary town to think about kicking corn-silk bitch's ass." I motioned to her and she gasped as a response. "I have pride and much better things to do than stoop to your silver spooned level."

The dynamite started to spark.

And this was where it got personal―because this was an honest question. A very honest question. "And third of all, why the hell would I even think about murdering my cousin?"

Then boom goes the dynamite.

They all stared at me like I had just dropped a bomb. Puppy-boy's mouth hanging open, Tyler frozen in place and corn-silk holding her chest like she was having heartburn.

"What? You don't know that Bella is my cousin?" I ask, and then confirm the 'shocking' truth, "She is. And Chief Swan is my uncle."

"Yeah and Beyoncé is my aunt." I hear Lauren mutter under her breath.

I shoot that bitch a glare with my eyes and she immediately closes her mouth.

"Bella lent me her truck since she'd rather get rides to school and back from her little Eddie." I then explain with a roll of my eyes―ain't it something how there's those points in your life when you have go explain your life to irrelevant people in it?

I shake my head that the frozen Three Musketeers. "Now if you will excuse me," - "I need to find Cousin B and then Buff-Daddy―he owes me three hundred for the show in Bates' class."

I place my hand a hand on my hip and scan the parking lot, looking to see if Cousin Bella and her little boo-thang had arrived. I was going to meet him today―she had been begging me and I finally relented. Plus, I had to find Buff-Daddy―which I did:

Baby hopped out of a red convertible―shit, if he didn't have 300 to give, I could take it for a spin―with... Barbie-bitch.

Well, then.

And I spotted Bella, too.

... Oh.

Pale skin―structured face with a square jaw, high cheekbones, perfect eyebrows, straight nose, full lips and a head full of auburn and messy, uneven hair that could pass as a new fad―he stepped out of the silver Volvo, a gallant step in his walk.

It was kind of unsettling with how beautiful he was. Much like Buff-Daddy... and Barbie... and honey-blonde...

Pale-Skin-Auburn-Hair froze mid-way and his head snapped in my direction. My dark brown eyes met a pair of familiar butterscotch golden eyes―similar to Buff-Daddy's and honey-blonde's.

He grinned a crooked smile for a brief moment before his head knocked back and musical laughter filled the chilly air―as well as a screech―a female screech.

My eyes flickered to where it came from along with other curious people, catching nothing but the ferocious glare from Barbie. Standing right next to her was Emmett, a.k.a Buff-Daddy.

Smirking a grin so big that he looked like The Joker with dimples.

But I glared right back at Barbie because I had no idea what her problem was and who she was, to be exact. All I know is that she associated with my "acquaintances"―Emmett and Jasper.

However, she was unimportant because I finally confirmed the suspicion of Pale-Skin-Auburn-Hair being B's new boyfriend.

The dude named Edward.

Like the gentleman she described him to be, he did go up to the passenger side of his prissy but nice car and open the door for her.

A usual blush adorned my cousin's face and she bit her bottom lip, chocolate brown eyes scanning the parking lot as well.

"I think... I love you..." I turned around just to be face to face with puppy-boy and his blue eyes looking quite mystified.

"... Thanks?" I mumbled, my tone hitching the slightest at the sudden 'confession'.

"... Could we maybe go out s―" he suddenly shut his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

"Good morning, ma'am." I turned around again just to end up face to face with honey-blonde now. His greeting held no bounds though―his dark eyes did not look at me. They were trained on puppy-boy named Mike and were widened. His hands twitched every few seconds or so and he just gave off the type of vibe that made you want to run for the hills and hog tail.

I could feel Mike's fear radiating. Shit, I could feel my own.

I cautiously stepped forward, a hand touching his stiff, cold shoulder. "Jasper?" My tone was uncertain. He didn't answer me. He only stared hard at Mike. Like he was a predator stalking his prey.

I gave a glance back at puppy-boy who was frozen in place. It was like they were both in a trance, just... looking at each other.

"Hi!" A soprano, bright voice beamed. It took me a moment to realize that she was standing behind Jasper the whole entire time. It was the short, pixie chick from Yearbook that thought it was cool to stare.

She was slight and petite, a complete elf to Jasper, the giant.

She rounded honey-blonde, a graceful skip in her tiny step. A dainty, pale and small hand shot out from her side. "I'm Alice."

I glanced briefly at her hand before reluctantly shaking it. "Alice." And just where did she come from? And who was she? And why was she with Jasper?

Pixie girl named Alice took a step back after releasing my hand from her cold touch―a strange feature in her and Jasper. She was now at honey-blonde's side.

Her hand grabbed his hand. And squeezed tightly.

And now it was my turn to stare.

"Yes." She nodded, beaming a dazzling smile. It made me grimace. And want to unlatch her hand from Jasper's.

My teeth grit―if it had been possible, my eyes would have seared holes through her. I couldn't stand the sight of that bright smile and her perfectly flawless face.

Her tiny, tight ass even next to him set off a rage of burning emotions. I looked at her. Really looked at her.

"Your name's Alice like―" I started to say at random before she interrupted me,

"Yes. Like Alice in Wonderland." Well, then. Not only was she holding hands with Jasper and liked to stare at people for no reason―but she also liked to be rude.

I don't see myself liking this girl.

Especially with her fucking hand still interlaced with his...

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Dawnette." Alice smirked―like she had a million of secrets. And knew some of Jasper's too.

I didn't look at her. I looked at him.

His eyes were still trailed on Mike―who was probably dead behind me. His jaw was still stiffened and his stance was still predator-like.

"... Yeah, you too." I mutter, half-heartedly, not even stunning her wishy-washy personality. It wasn't nice meeting you because I don't know what the fuck you want, why you're here and who you are to Jasper. Not that it should matter anyways...

Who was he to me? We had only met a couple of days ago and now I felt myself getting angry and... possessive, if that's the word.

Why he decided to come over here and do that? I don't know.

Why she had to bring her ass over here with him and hold his hand and be so smug? I don't fucking know.

"Come on, Jazz." Her slim fingers locked with his and she nudged him forward with an extra spring in her already graceful step. "We don't want to be late for first period!"

We. The key word that can set a sista' off into a murderous rampage...

Alice turned on her heel, and pulled Jasper with her―he finally seemed to register what the hell was going on and looked to me warily and then to her, before following, never letting her hand go.

Glaring at the spot where she once stood, I mock in my head, We don't want to nen-nen-nen-ne-ne, Jazz.

I just want to kick off my boot and throw it at her head... and his too. Coming over here and calling me ma'am and then staring and then bringing her ass over here...

"So as I was saying―" Mike suddenly started again before groaning, "Of all the no-good-luck!"

Same, man.

The spot that once held Jasper and Alice, now was replaced with designer sneakers and dirty Converse.

"Cullen." I heard puppy-boy grumble from behind me.

"Hello, Mike." A musical tone chimed, a bit of smugness in his voice.

I shifted my purse to the other shoulder and look up, meeting the butterscotch eye belonging to Pale-Skin-Auburn-Hair and the chocolate brown belonging to my cousin.

"Dawnie..." She took a deep breath before whispering shyly, "This is―this is Edward."

He smiled a crooked grin and bowed for the melanin queen I was, "It's nice to finally meet you, Dawnette." My name rolled off his tongue in a symphony that had a girl forgetting about throwing my shoe at Alice In Wonderland and made my freckled cheeks blush a light pink color.

I could tell because my face was suddenly warm. Warm with beauty and warm with a blush.

Edward's crooked smile plastered into an even broader one and he snickered, shaking his head.

I raised eyebrows at that but shook it off, once I noticed how tight he held my cousin's hand and how close she clung to his sweater―the same one Bella gave me to wear when we first met up again at the airport.

"So how do you like it here so far?" Edward coolly questioned, gesturing for me to walk ahead.

I did so and they followed my pace, my cousin giddy at the fact that I was being nice and making conversation with her little Eddie.

"How do you feel about Tyler Crowley?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Before I could disclose any information about myself, he had to pass the test first.

"Tyler?" His voice hitches the slightest and his jaw set and shoulders stiffened.

Was it because Tyler almost killed Bella or because he was black?

"But I'd like to let you know that I am full supporter of black―" I held up a hand because he was NOT allowed to finish that sentence.

"Yeah―scratch that―do you have black friends? And do you respect our culture?" Bella shot me a look, but I kept going, "My cousin is widely associated with many cultures―those of people in La Push, my African mother, her own and many others. Are you? How old are you? Who's your favorite African American hero? Pull the Martin Luther King Jr. and be prepared for an interrogation on his life." I say in one breath, stopping once we were in the hallway.

My hands went on my hip as I waited for what dude had to say.

"My family and I moved to Forks a couple of months ago, and I actually had to leave behind some African American friends in our old town―Tyrone was his name. I enjoyed the company of his little brother named Daquan as well―and while my culture dates back to many decades ago, I respect which ever you take up. You will not see any appropriations coming from myself or my family, even though my mother Esme does enjoy decorating the interior of our home with many African artifacts and loves the Zulu philosophy."

Was he bullshitting me or was he dead serious? I leaned forward listening for more.

"My parents have traveled the world once in their lifetime, bringing many cultures to my family's attention and we have respectfully learned about them―as for my favorite African American hero... I tend to lean more on the Nelson Mandela side―he was a brave, brilliant man―fighting for rights that could have only hoped to be gained. It's a shame that talent like that was not widely accepted during those times. And that he was imprisoned. May his soul live on, though." He finished, bowing his head as if he was about to say a prayer.

Edward looked up at Bella and then at me with twinkling eyes.

I turn to my cousin, sassing, "Bella, how much exactly did you tell this fool?"

She blushed, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip, "Nothing at all, Dawn."

"Mm." I grunt, eyeing Eddie with squinty eyes.

"I believe you on everything―except the Tyrone and Daquan thing." I tell him. Because it was so obvious. "Everyone knows that those are the most stereotypical names ever."

"I apologize―"

"Yeah, yeah, just treat her right, and if there's any funny business you do to her... I'll shank you." I threaten, holding up a finger.

His eyes light up unnaturally and those too perfectly arched, auburn eyebrows raise. "So did I pass?"

I start walking down the hallway because the first bell had just rang and shrug, "I guess, Eddie."

"I think she definitely likes you." I hear cousin Bella say to him, which makes me smile.

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Jasper's POV

I've heard that humans like to sip wine. I tried it once―and I spit it right out. It did nothing for me―not a buzz like a beer or a burn and tickle like a whiskey. Nothing. But drinking blood is like sipping wine in a way, just a little slurpier, a little messier, and it stains pretty well.

I would sip Mike Newton's blood like wine―cause him pain. Let him be alive to feel me slowly sucking the life away from him.

I could feel that paper flesh crushing beneath my strong grip. I could see all of the red gushing out, sticky and piping hot―slipping through my fingers, dripping down my forearms, dripping onto my shoes, dripping and seeping into the earth.

His futile screams.

Mike Newton's dead body at my feet―I could see it. I wanted it to happen. I needed him dead for talking to what was mine.

Declaring his oh, so "love" for Nailah. My Nailah.

At least the old me would. The other me. The me that existed a century and some decades ago.

Alice saw that I'd jeopardize my family's stay here in Forks, the moment I caught whiff of Mike and Nailah in the same area... and heard his rancid confession―my pixie wife intervened and dragged me away at the right moment.

Had she not been there and buddy continued to stare me down like that... I would have snapped.

And every human in my sight excluding her would have been dead.

I held my breath for the rest of the day―and avoided Nailah all together. I couldn't work up the will to make an explanation about this morning, had she asked me.

And I also couldn't tell her about Alice either.

She'd know... And she couldn't know.

I could feel the fear rising in her. The fear of me being so dangerous, even if she was unaware of what I am. But I could feel the jealousy forming―her need to make the mark as me belonging to her. The possessiveness. And I could also feel the pure curiosity.

Today was a shaky one.

And hunting always made it better.

I took down two elk.

Animal blood was never as nearly satisfying as the human blood I crave and taste decades ago―but it was sustainable. I could deal with it. And I would let this new lifestyle as a vegetarian vampire sink in.

Quickly draining them, I felt full enough to last me another week or so after one last kill―a stray moose that somehow ended up all the way here in lil' Forks, Washington. Probably took a trail from Canada that led to here.

I was on my way back to the house until I heard a sound―an oh, so familiar sound.

A sweet soprano voice filled with sass and the purr of a rucked engine belonging to one vehicle I grew attuned to in the past few weeks―Edward's human's truck―Bella―and the sound of her voice.

Instinctively, I followed the sound of her voice. At blinding speed, leaping from tree to tree until I reached the forest line.

My freshly painted topaz eyes sought out the orange, rusted truck pushing at a constant speed of about 55.

The said truck was nearing and nearing, I hid myself behind the trunk of a large tree, letting the branched down leaves make it hard to see me with average human eyes.

And I waited.

And waited.

The truck that was not so far away suddenly jerked to a stop and I could hear her cuss under her breath, slamming a fist down on the dashboard in annoyance.


Chapter Theme song

Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix


*―references

Get some ― Score some booty.

Lit ― When something is turned up or poppin' ...

The Man ― head of "the establishment" put in place to "bring us down." Though nobody has physically seen "the man," he is assumed to be a male caucasian between the ages of 25-40 and is rumored to have a substantial amount of acquired wealth, presumably acquired by exploiting those whom his "establishment" is "keeping down."

Aesthetic ― ADJECTIVE: 1) Beautiful 2) Sensitive to or appreciative of art or beauty

Run it ― to start a fight or to just rush somebody


A/N:

I realize I take too long to write these chapters. I'm seriously going to attempt to change that.

As for this chapter, I was stuck on the fact of wanting to bring an update out, so I feel like I bullshited so much stuff―like Dawn's "interview" with Edward and the scene with Jasper and Mike. It could have been better, so if it disappointed, I apologize.

I am however, going to make up for it in the next update. I promise that. We finally get somewhere with Jasper and Dawn. More than you expected.

Reviews are appreciated ;) please let me know what you all are thinking! Jasper's reactions? The whole chapter? The pause for the moment in history? My goal before the next update is 25, so please let's try to reach that!

Expect an update possibly in a week―give or take a few days. I promise that this time. The chapter is already a quarter done!

Thanks For Reading!

Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan