PN: Sorry for the delay in betweens updates, but you gotta work with me. I get a small window of "me" time when the kids and the hubby are in bed, before I pass out from exhaustion myself. I'm writing as much as I can while still trying to make this a good story!

Oh, and don't forget that I updated and revised all of my other chapters, so re-read if you like. =)

Another oh, I didn't forget about Jasper's POV from his first encounter with Alice! It's coming, I promise!

This is Alice's POV from the same week Bella just had.

SMeyer owns everything Twilight, I'm just playing in her world.

Alice

I sat in the Math class I shared with Rose on Monday, and couldn't stop thinking about what she said to me the night before. What if Jasper really was just trying to get on my good side, then he turned into a monster? I've been there before. I've been tricked into the "gentleman" phase. He treated me like a princess: holding doors open for me, leaving love notes in my mailbox, putting flowers on my car. Then I fell in, what I thought was, love, and it all changed.

I shuddered the memories out of my head, and took a peak at Rosalie. She was flipping through a magazine, looking careless and bored. I wondered to myself how she could look like nothing ever bothered. She always had such a tough shell on the outside, something she only broke out of in front of me or Bella. But so far, she hasn't opened up at all when it came to Emmett. Maybe he really wasn't bothering her as much as Edward was Bella, or Jasper was me.

The bell rang without me having heard a word the teacher said, and we made our way to our lockers. The next few classes went the same way. I went over every angle of my three brief encounters with Jasper. The way he stood. The way he looked at me. His reactions towards what I said to him. The softness of voice. Whether or not he was actually paying attention to me, or letting his eyes wander elsewhere.

When lunch rolled around, I was still lost.

I entered the lunchroom and found Rose and Bella already at our table. Sitting down, I saw that Bella was irritated about something.

"I'm here now, so you might as well spill it! I won't stop bothering you until you do!" I bounced up and down in my seat, thankful that I could stop worrying and thinking about Jasper.

Bella sighed, and started in on a rant about how Edward was in her American Lit class, and how at first he insinuated that he thought she was an "uneducated bimbo" and THEN he fell back into his "sex god routine" and painted a pretty picture about fucking her on the teacher's desk.

"Well, by the way you're blushing, I'd say that had to have been one amazing picture." Rose flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled at Bella, who rolled her eyes and looked anywhere but at us.

"Well, I wonder where they are now, because I haven't seen them all day." I looked around the cafeteria and anxiously searched for a cowboy hat, or beautiful blonde hair, or soft grey eyes, but he was nowhere to be found. "Do you think they left already?"

"What game are they trying to pull, exactly?" Rose asked angrily. "I'm already tired of this shit. Let's talk about something else. If they can only show their faces to us one-on-one, then they're not worth our fucking time."

The rest of lunch we talked about nothing at all. The bell rang, and we split up once again. The next two hours were my favorite: Art and Advanced Art. I picked up my design bag from my locker, and then all but skipped to the door. I couldn't wait for another distraction.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

Jasper sat at a workstation towards the back, sharpening a drawing pencil and testing out a few different types of paper. For some reason, he looked up to the front of the room, and locked his eyes with mine. I melted into his eyes, and all the thoughts I've had all day about whether or not I should trust him flew out the window. I smiled at him, and started walking to join him in the back of the room. He smiled back at me, stood up, and held out the chair next to the one he was sitting in.

"How are you today, darlin'?" I still couldn't get over his sexy Southern accent. He pushed the chair in under me, then sat down in his own and waited for my answer.

"I'm doing OK. Why weren't you or your brothers at lunch today? Rose thinks you're just playing games with us, and I have to tell you, none of us like that very much." Don't ask me why I blurted everything out like I did. But I couldn't help it. I felt very close to Jasper already, and holy hell, did that scare me to death.

"I'm not trying to play a game with you, Alice. We weren't at lunch because Edward prefers to smoke his, and Emmett is a car junkie. And since, well, we haven't quite made any friends here yet, I didn't want to bother standing around having everyone stare at me." He smiled as he finished his explanation, but the seriousness in his voice when he told me he wasn't playing games still held my attention.

Could I believe him? Should I? I wanted to, so badly. Before I had to speak again so that an awkward silence didn't develop between us, the art teacher walked in and gave us our instructions. Since I was in the advanced class after this, I could continue on my assignment from there, and she would grade that one for both classes. I smiled one last time at Jasper, and stood up to go to my regular easel so I could keep working on my latest drawing.

It was a clothing design, of course, and I was currently working on some little added details for the shirt. I got lost in my drawings, but eventually I looked up and saw Jasper at an easel sitting across from me, completely engrossed in whatever it was he was working on.

The class flew by, and I stayed at my station working through the bell ringing. Figuring Jasper had left with the other students, I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding and stretched my arms over my head. When I opened my eyes, I saw him still sitting in his spot, glancing up at me through the hair that had fallen in his eyes, a slight smile on his face.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, or mad like Rose and Bella would have been, I felt elated. I was glad he was sharing the next class with me, glad that I could be in his presence longer, even if we were working separately.

Which is exactly what we did. He stayed at his station, working on whatever he was working on, and I stayed at mine, finishing the shirt and starting on the next piece of clothing. I couldn't decide on pants or a skirt, and kept erasing and starting over. It was completely peaceful.

Halfway through the class, I had to get another drawing pencil. My design bag was still sitting at the desk next to Jasper, and that made me entirely too happy. I was curious as to what he was drawing. He hadn't even lifted his eyes from his paper the whole time, so it whatever it was had to be very good and detailed.

I walked over to my bag, grabbed a new pencil, and looked up just in time to see him covering his drawing with another sheet of paper. Then he looked at me and smiled.

No way! He purposely covered his drawing so that I wouldn't see it! As horrible as it was that something that little pissed me off, I couldn't help that it did. Instead of confronting him about it, which would have been totally like me, I turned back around and stomped back to my easel. I didn't look at him the rest of the class.

When the bell rang for my art class to end, I took my design back to my bag, gathered it on my shoulder and walked out of the room without so much as a glance back at his beautiful grey eyes.

Throughout Physics, I just kept thinking about how badly my feelings were hurt. And how that was entirely my fault. I wished so badly that he felt as comfortable with me as I did with him; that we didn't have to play these games with each other anymore and we could get to know one another. I wished that Rosalie and Bella weren't right: that they just wanted to win over the people who had all the power.

But it was obvious he didn't feel the same way as I did. He still felt the need to hide himself and to not let me in. Maybe he had been lying this whole time…

Maybe he was going to be exactly like Jake…

The rest of the week in art, I went directly to my station and only looked and concentrated on my drawing. Jasper must have sensed that I was hurt, or upset, or angry, because he didn't bother coming to talk to me. He only looked at me occasionally over the top of his easel with questions in his eyes.

Good. Let him wander what was going on. Let his thoughts race through his head about what Alice was really up to, just like mine had been since he first came to this school.

By Friday, I was probably as frustrated as Bella was with Edward. I couldn't wait till school was over and we could go out and let loose a little bit. Art flew by, but as I was gathering my things to leave, I spared a glance at Jasper. He was folding the drawing he had been working into a small square, and gently placed it in his back pocket. He looked at me, and I saw a sadness come across his eyes. I quickly looked away and all but ran out the door.

What the hell was that about? Why would he be sad? I shook off the need to think about him anymore on my way to Physics, but it was harder than I thought. Every time my mind wandered back to him, I quickly thought about something else. Which was harder than it sounded, because my mind bounced back to him, like, every three seconds.

Finally, school ended for the week and I met up with Rose at our lockers. Bella didn't meet us there like she was supposed to, so we went ahead and headed towards my car. When we reached outside, Bella was heading back towards us with her gym uniform still on, smoking a cigarette and looking very, very angry.

Before we could even say anything, she put her hand in the air to stop us. "Don't ask, I'll tell you later. I need to go get my stuff from the locker room. Ali, this was on your car windshield. I didn't open it. Be back in a minute." She handed me a folded piece of drawing paper and headed back to the gym.

I stared at it for what seemed like forever, until I looked up and saw Rose already at my car, looking back at me impatiently. I hurried over and unlocked the doors, then sat down in the driver's seat and stared at the folded piece of paper again.

"What is it? That looks some of your drawing paper; did you forget one in your class or something?"

Shaking my head slowly, I finally unfolded the paper.

It was a picture of me, sitting at a desk in a classroom, my chin resting on my hand, and a smile on my face. It was very detailed: from the spikey way I wore my hair, to the manicured fingernails. It was beautiful. It looked almost real.

There was writing on the bottom…

I can see Heaven in your eyes…

AN: Tee-hee. It's a little vague, but I SWEAR it's gonna get better. I've already written some of the future chapters, I just gotta catch up to those first. You won't be disappointed.

Next is Rose's POV from the same week.

Love you!

~Momo~