Title: I Can Feel Your Feelings Through This Plain White Paper.

Author: alt-3-etf

Beta: .Silver

Pairing: Jasper and Jacob

Summary: AU. After his father's accident, the two Blacks move back to Folks. He attends Folks High school and meets the infamous Cullens. The Cullens seem to be oddly disgusted by his him. In a desperate attempt to put aside the 'loner' label, he goes to see a shrink who is of course, none other than Jasper Hale, the most intimidating out of the 'Cullen Clan'. Not only does Jasper despise Jacob, he knows his deepest emotions and what the young boy is to become. Does it turn to chaos when Jacob reaches his transaction and imprints on one of the Vampires?

Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters. OC's where needed, no one major.

Warnings: Cursing, Male on male [eventually], methodical creatures and the usual crap.

Jacob

I sat in the back of the cab, my cheek pressed against the cool window. Lord knows I didn't want to come back here. My eyes stalked the rain drops on the glass, each one racing the other. It was cloudy outside, I didn't like it, one of the many reasons I was glad we moved to Florida was the fact it was sunny. It was always bright and the people actually had a similar skin tone to me which made me feel less inadequate.

I remember once when I was around 7, a teenage boy came up to me speaking Spanish. I simply looked at him confused. He thought I was Mexican.

I sighed as the car came to halt. We were here, at the old cabin. Oh how wonderful. It was still the same shabby, wooden box, only now there were overgrown Weeds, Grass and Poison Ivy surrounding it. All it needed was a porch, a rocking chair and my paraplegic Father to be whittling upon it for us to look like some poor ass Hillbillies.

Better yet, why not add a Shot Gun and a 15 year old Greyhound, we could be the loveably 'Livin' in the middle of nowhere' folk.

After my Father paid the Taxi driver, he insisted that I carried the boxes in. Well, I say insisted, what I really mean is ordered. Ever since that damn accident, I was his fucking slave. Sure, he's in a wheel chair but that doesn't mean he can do fuck all. I mean, I know his Wife died and his Daughter but what about my Mom and Sister? Obviously I wasn't allowed to miss them.

Later that afternoon, of course after I'd done some slave labour, my Dad ordered me to unpack. Ever since that stupid accident, I was now a work donkey. Ever since that fucking accident I wasn't his son. Ever since that damn stupid fucking accident, I wasn't here.

Stood in my room I sighed. It was exactly the same. My bed was against the window wall. My wardrobe sat at the foot of my bed next to my chest of draws. Exactly the same. That was the problem. I didn't want it to be the same because it couldn't be. My Mother was dead, my Sister was dead. I survived. He never wanted me, he always wanted her. Never a Son, always a Daughter. Why couldn't God have taken me instead?

I'd unpacked my things, along with my Fathers and we were downstairs watching the Baseball game. I wasn't really watching, I was filling in my school forms. My Father couldn't be bothered, so I had to do it. Filling in the classes I wished to take, my previous grades, health problems, if I was on medication. It was as if I were going on a fieldtrip.

Sat at the table at breakfast was painful. My Father refused to speak to me. I asked if he'd pass the milk, he just licked his thumb and turned another page of his newspaper. I asked if he'd pass the orange juice, he did the same. I asked if he was getting laid, he just coughed. Eventually, I gave up. I stood from the table, giving him a short 'Bye' and left the Cabin. Then, off to school I went.

The school parking lot was quite small for the amount of cars parked in there. A few Motor Scooters, Bicycles, heck there was even a monstrous Hummer. I felt out of place driving my Father's old truck. I felt under every other student who owned a car, I mean, who drives a 10 year old truck headin' towards the Junk Yard? No one, that's who, I needed to find an old, but better motor to fix up and use; otherwise, it'll be like my last school – here comes Jacob Black, the geek attack.

I jumped out of my Dad's old truck, only to be engaged in some 'Aqua plane fun'. Landing on my ass, I howled out in pain. Some students laughed, others just shook their heads.

No one bothered to see if I was okay. Selfish bastards.

I walked into the school's reception; it didn't seem any different from my other school...except this school seemed enjoyed the colour white. I looked to my left, the wall was bare white. I looked to my right, another plain white wall. I could hear typing from the computer keyboard; I could hear chatting from the staff on the phones. Students and staff pushed passed me, some sitting on a line of, would you guess it, white chairs. All we needed was a heart monitor and we could have been Scrubs.

I was greeted by a young woman, no older than 25. She had tight orange locks of hair, and deep blue eyes in contrast.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

Her voice was soft, yet demanding. I had a glimpse of hope; hope that I would like this school.

I cleared my throat, "Hey, I'm Jacob Black." There was a short pause, "I'm new." She smiled in recognition, "Oh right. I wondered why you were telling me your name," she giggled. She typed into her computer and she turned towards me, "I have your timetable here, your locker number and code. Also, the principle would like you to visit his office on your way to class."

I nodded as she gave me 2 sheets of white paper, "thank you." She smiled sweetly, "anytime."

As I walked out of the reception and into the school's main building. It looked like the reception, white walls, white doors, white marked tiles, hell, the only thing not white were the lockers. Cheap, old, steel grey lockers, most of them had dented doors, others had graffiti painted all over them. Oh how inviting.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind blew me off balance. As I felt my weight tip, I attempted to grip onto something, emphasis on the attempted.

Before my hand could grab hold of something I fell backwards, closing my eyes tight I released my breath – it would stop me from being winded.

I waited. I waited and I waited and I waited for my body to hand on the floor...but it didn't. I slowly opened my eyes, from left to right. Once fully open I looked down. My body was slanted...someone had caught me. I looked up.

Well slap my ass and fuck me sideways.

An angelic form stood above me. I collected myself together and stood up.

It was a girl who had caught me. A girl had easily held my weight. Do you know how much I weigh? 167 pounds and trust me, it isn't fat.

"I suggest that next time you keep yourself on both feet," she muttered. "Thanks, duly noted." She smiled at me and walked off. That wasn't weird.

I shook my head and stalked my way through the corridor, the principal's office had to be around here somewhere...

After waiting for what felt like hours, the principal's PA allowed me into his waiting room, which too resembled a hospital.

"Mr Black, the principal will see you now."

I nodded and walked through the heavy, wooden double doors.

His office was the average size, you could say. A few filing cabinets in a row, a plant in the far corner of the room and thin metal blinds vacating the window. This room however was mint green. Green, why couldn't the rest of the school be that colour? His desk looked expensive, oak I believe it was.

A photo frame stood on the desk with a table lamp above it. To be honest, his office looked like those cliché ones businessmen would own on TV.

"Let me be there first to welcome you to Folks High Mr Black." He stretched out his arms, as if gesturing me to gaze lovingly at his school. Not that I did.

He leaned forward, a smile plastered on his face, "I hear that you lived in Miami?" I nodded. I loved Miami. I truly did, oh what I wouldn't give to back there...

He moved backward, causing his black leather chair to squeak. "So, Jacob, why did you move to Folks?"

I sighed, obviously he'd ask the question with the most painful answer, "We moved back to Folks because my Father had a car accident, killing my Mother and Sister, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down." He stared at me, his eyes widened with shock, "I-I'm sorry to hear that." I shrugged my shoulders.

He opened a draw of his desk and retrieved a small business card, "I don't mean to pry but...I think you should maybe see a shrink."

I felt my saw slacken, "A-A what?" He sighed slightly, "A shrink, similar to a councillor I suppose. I just think that considering you've obviously lost your Mother and your Sister quite recently?" His eyes glanced at me as I nodded, "And you've just moved to a familiar yet foreign place, with people you may or may not be used to, this all may become overwhelming...don't you agree?"

I looked at my new principal, I didn't even know his name but, he made a lot sense. I didn't want to see a shrink just yet; I wanted to try everything out first before I was claimed as a nut job.

"I do agree sir, but if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to spend some time here first, getting to know people and getting my life back together before I spoke about it to a complete stranger." He seemed rather pleased with my answer, "Of course Jacob!"

I sat there watching my principal shuffle papers before he opened his huge mouth again, "I'm Mr Dawkins by the way." I nodded slowly. He had short, grey hair. The tips of his locks curled at the ends. He was quite big, like me, but I doubt it's from 5,000 hours of working out. He seemed an okay man.

The bell chimed in my eyes, "Ah, I do believe you have class." I stood and headed for the door, "Oh Jacob?" I faced my head, "Yeah?" He smiled, "When you're ready just say." I nodded and bolted out of his office.

So, I'd been at school for less than 2 hours and I already felt inadequate.

I sighed and headed for my first class, Chemistry.

I sat down at the back of the class, making sure I was out of looking distance of every student. My eyes wondered round the room. A periodic table was hanging above the white board, other various science related posters were stuck around the room. Unfortunately, you could still see the white.

Once the students had filed in, the register was called; obviously I was at the bottom due to my recent enrolment. There were merely 19 students in the class. Mike, Eric, Jessica, Alice,

Edward and a bunch of other names that ran into one. When I answered my name, at least half of the 'enormous' class turned to look at me. Great, the one time I decide to leave my hair down.

"Can any of you tell me what a 'Mole' is?" A girl with blonde hair raised her hand, "An animal?" A few students giggled. This was going to be a long Chemistry lesson. The teacher smiled and repeated his question, this time I raised my hand, and I was indeed called upon.

"Jacob?" "A Mole is like a dozen. It's a word for a number. Like a dozen is 12, half a dozen is 6 and a baker's dozen is 13."

He nodded with the same smile on his face, "And does anyone know the number 'Mole' represents?"

None lifted their hands. It was one of those 'tumbleweed and cricket' moments.

I raised my hand again, "6.3 times 10 to the power of 23."

My teacher gasped flabbergasted. What's the big deal? It's Chemistry.

"Well, I'm glad to know someone listens to their teacher."

I sighed. Great, now I was going to be the geek.