Okay, so I started a story many, many months ago, but I read it and I absolutely HATED it. Therefore, I deleted it and started another story. As I'm writing this, I realize that I like writing about really dark stuff and illegal activities. But, that's fine. It's life, ya know? ANYWAY, I really like where this story is going in my head. I suppose you all will just have to read this story and decide if you like where it is going as well. It is Edward and Bella, in case you begin to wonder as you read. Please, read and review. OH and I've decided to put the song first. It's "On My Own" by Three Days Grace. (And for this song just picture the "she" as Renee and it works.) Enjoy- I hope.

I walk alone
Think of home
Memories of long ago
No one knows I lost my soul long ago

I dropped my bags on the front porch, the noise reverberating angrily against the absolute silence of Forks. The taxi drove off, leaving me to my silence. I took a moment to survey my surroundings. I felt like I was inside a massive green house. Every fucking thing was green. It was just row upon rows of completely green trees. I mean, where were the trunks?

I sighed. This was going to be a long year. Damn Renee and her stupid husband, Phil. Phil was a disgusting piece of trash, pervert and Renee was just full of shit. I hated them both with whatever small bits were left of my soul.

I turned and knocked on the door. No one answered the door. I tried again, louder. "Charlie!" I yelled angrily. When he didn't answer, I pulled out my piece of crap cell phone. "Renee, what the hell? Charlie isn't here!"

I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. The woman loathed me. I was a liar and nuisance. Well, I'm sorry you got knocked up. It's totally all my fault. She should have just done us both a favor and aborted me.

She told me where Charlie used to hide his spare key, so that's where I checked. Upon hearing that the key was, indeed, still in the same place, Renee proceeded to call Charlie a stupid oaf.

I let myself into the house. There wasn't a whole lot to the house, just basic furniture and a few pictures. I checked out the fridge, feeling beyond hungry. I refused to eat that shitty airport/airplane food. No way in hell. All of it is riddled with disease and nastiness. So, naturally, it's been a while since I've eaten. But there was nothing in the fridge but a few beers and some leftover takeout. I would have had a beer, but the only type he had was something I'd never heard of. Probably some cheap, Forks off-brand. No thank you.

After the food-finding fail, I headed upstairs to check that out. The first bedroom's floor was covered in clothes and smelled like aftershave. I assumed that room was Charlie's, so I headed to the second door. It was the bathroom. It was clean enough, but I was still horrified about the idea of sharing a bathroom with Charlie. The final door was for my room. It consisted of a bed, a rocking chair and a desk with an ancient computer and phone on top.

I tossed my bag onto the bed and went back outside. I vaguely remembered passing a diner on way my in, so I walked in that general direction.

It took me about thirty minutes to get there and not a single damn car passed me on my way. If it weren't for the few cars parked in the lot of the diner, I would have thought the stupid town was completely empty.

A blonde guy about my age was sitting at the bar and an older couple was seated at a booth in the corner. I took a seat at the bar next to the blonde guy. His shaggy hair hung in his blue eyes, but I could see enough to tell he was extremely attractive.

"Hey." I said simply.

He simply nodded in response, but eyed for a moment or two. "I'm Jasper." He finally spoke.

I smirked. "Interesting name."

A tall, extremely tan boy came up to me. You could see the guy was ripped, even through his shirt. Maybe Forks wouldn't be so bad after all if all the guys were as yummy as these two. "Welcome to La Push Diner. Can I take your order?"

"I'll have a cheeseburger with just ketchup please. And could you maybe harass the cook a little so he goes fast. I'm practically dying right now." I patted my grumbling tummy for emphasis.

He laughed. "Anything else? A drink, maybe?"

"Oh! Yeah, I'll have a diet coke. Thanks, skipper." I grinned at him.

The waiter shook his head as he walked away chuckling. I turned back to Jasper. "So, do you go to Forks High?"

He nodded. "Do you? I've never seen you before, and that doesn't really happen too much around here."

"Unfortunately, I will be a member of the Forks High student body tomorrow." I sighed. "This place seems so damn boring. How the hell do you people cope? Please tell me there are some decent parties."

He smiled wryly. "Oh babe, you're in a town full of religious bible thumpers. There are zero parties."

I felt my whole face dropped. I was in fucking hell. I groaned with my head in my heads.

He chuckled. "Unless you know the right people."

I peeked up, only slightly hopeful. This kid was messing with me. "Damn it, Jasper. Don't be cryptic." I sounded almost pleading as my arm gripped his. I'm sure I looked about as crazy as I felt.

He let out a loud guffaw. "Sorry… Wait, what's your name? You never told me."

"My name is Bella and Bella really needs to do something to take the edge off."

"What's wrong with you?" Instantly the conversation headed in a really dark direction that I certainly did not want to get into. His eyes searched my face, but it wasn't in a pushy way liked I expected from a Podunk, country nobody with nothing better to do than get in everyone's business. He seemed genuine.

"A whole lot of shit that I'd rather not burden you with." I said in a clipped tone, effectively ending the conversation. This was so not open for discussion.

"Fine, I respect your privacy. But how about after you finish your burger, I'll help you out?" He grinned at me.

I got a small rush from the way he grinned at me. He was beautiful.

"Okay." I nodded and just in time, the waiter appeared with my burger and soda.

"Was that fast enough for you?" The waiter asked, flashing me a brilliant white smile.

I nodded eagerly, grabbing my burger. "You must be great at harassment. Thank you!" And that was all I said before digging right in. I let out a small moan. God, food is heavenly.

"Hungry?" Jasper asked, almost disgusted. I didn't care. I knew I was skinny. I could eat all the damn burgers I wanted.

I just rolled my eyes, ignoring him. I stopped only for small sips of my soda and was soon finished with my burger. I leaned back and rubbed my tummy appreciatively. "That was good."

"You eat like a starving child in Africa." Jasper said, once again commentating unnecessarily.

I just gave him the finger. He laughed.

"I just got here from Arizona and that's a long ass plane ride. I don't eat food from airports and there is no damn food in my house. This is my last meal until lunch tomorrow at school. So will you kindly shut up and let me savor it?" I grumbled at him.

He held up his hands defensively, trying not to laugh. Yeah, I'm so damned amusing. Laugh it up, Jasper. I was done savoring my meal in silence after about thirty seconds, so Jasper and I headed out. He drove a decent car, a white 2004 Toyota Camry. I had to admit it was better than I was expecting him to drive.

"Do you always get into cars with strangers? I could be crazy." His mouth curled into a devious smile.

"Do you always let strangers into your car with you? I'm definitely crazy." I countered.

"Touché." He nodded with a laugh.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked as Jasper pulled out of the parking lot. I instantly began to fiddle with the radio until I found something worth listening to.

"We're going to my house. Wait, you like The Flaming Lips?" He asked, seeming a little impressed.

I rolled my eyes. "What? Should I like Hannah Montana instead?"

"Nope." He said simply.

We sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, which wasn't too long. Forks is a small town, after all. His house was a decent bit bigger than mine and made his car look like cheap scrap metal. It was lovely and modern looking.

I complimented Jasper on his house and we headed inside. He didn't waste time showing me around and just headed straight to his room. We passed a perfect looking blonde on the way who gave me a serious death stare. I just glared right back.

"What was up with the blonde chick and her stare down back there?" I asked when we got to his room.

"Oh, that's just my sister Rosalie. Sometimes she has a real stick up her ass. It depends on the day."

"What's today?" I asked, as I looked around his room.

The walls were covered in posters and were even hung on the ceiling in several places. The collection was vast- Dance Gavin Dance, Bob Marley, the Beatles, Dispatch, Coldplay, Beastie Boys, Chiodos, Escape the Fate, The Shins, Incubus, Kings of Leon, Marilyn Manson, Avenged Sevenfold, MGMT, Nirvana, Muse, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tool, Scary Kids Scaring Kids- the list goes on. And over half of them were signed. I was so jealous. Jasper and I had the same taste in music- random. Varying from alternative to indie to rock and screamo.

"Sunday- my mom made us go to church." He said while rummaging around in his computer desk.

"You don't seem to pissed off about it." I noted.

"Yeah, well I don't have a stick up my ass or have to pretend to believe that crap. I made a point long ago that my views differ from the rest of this stupid place, but Rosalie wasn't so smart. She said she'd rather pretend and have friends, then be able to sleep in church like I do." He shrugged and went back to his searching.

"So you don't have friends then?" I asked, feeling sympathetic for the beautiful stranger.

"No, I do… sort of. There's this guy Emmett that doesn't care if he's seen talking to the heathen. He's cool." His voice came out muffled as he stuck his head into the crevices of a cabinet he'd been searching.

I grimaced. "Do you guys ever hang out?"

"Nope. We participate in very different activities." He said with a little smirk, holding up an adorable elephant bowl.

I couldn't stop the elated grin from taking up my whole face. This was just what I needed. "Don't worry, I love your activities. I would definitely hang out with you."

"If you hang out with me, you won't make any other friends." He said with a frown.

I instantly felt terrible for him. Nobody deserved to be alienated. I shrugged. "I don't need other friends. I'm content right now. Besides, who want a bunch of overly religious whoohas as friends anyway?"

He smiled almost shyly at me and once again I felt a little rush. This boy was adorable.

"You ready to go?" He asked as he stuffed the bowl into his pocket.

I nodded and we both headed back out the same way we came. As we walked silently back to his car, my mind was filled with questions. I wanted to ask them all, but I felt like it might be a little too personal between two perfect strangers.

"So, what's your last name?" He questioned randomly after we'd been on the road for a while.

"Swan. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I prefer Bella though." I watched in confusion as his jaw dropped and eyes widened.

"You're the chief's daughter?" He asked in alarm.

"Yeah, I guess. I didn't know Charlie was still a chief. I haven't talked to him in years. How is the old man?"

Jasper's gaze flicked back and forth between the road and me for a good minute or two, gaping like a fish the time. Finally, he spoke. "Bella, do you know how much shit I'd get into if Charlie ever found out I was smoking with his daughter? He'd kill me!"

I shook my head. "He'd never find out. Trust me. Charlie doesn't really win Dad of the Year."

"Bella…" He trailed off, uneasy.

"Quit freaking out. It's fine." I commanded. There was no way he was canceling on me.

He took a deep breath and sighed, "fine." But he still seemed hesitant.

I rolled my eyes, but didn't say anything. Pretty soon he would be calm anyway, I thought with a smirk. He pulled into a thin, barely there road that ended after less than a quarter of a mile- definitely sketchy.

"Really? This is where we're smoking?" I joked. To be honest, I really didn't care as long as it got done.

"Oh, shut up. No, we're walking a bit first. I want to show you this place." He pressed his hand lightly to the small of my back and a small thrill went through me.

We walked like that for about five minutes and I wondered idly how much longer we'd be walking for. I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle it once I was stoned. But thankfully he pointed out a spot of light just a bit ahead and informed me that was where we were going to be stopping.

I literally laughed out loud when I saw where we were. It was a beyond sketchy building in a large clearing with crumbling bricks and a bright green moss sporadically covering about half of it. Upon further inspection I noticed a bell at the very top with a cross on it. It was a dilapidated old church. How sacrilegious.

We walked inside and sat down at the altar. If I actually believe in God I'd probably be worried that he'd knock this church right down on top of us for what we were about to do. But I didn't believe in God. There was no way a God could exist and still allow all that shit I'd undeservingly received happen to me.

I shook my head and attempted to clear my dark thoughts. Instead, I focused on watching Jasper light. He was so sexy, even if he did look a bit ridiculous smoking from a elephant bowl. I smiled at him and he attempted to return the gesture while taking a hit. He released the smoke with a lazy smile.

We passed the bowl back and forth and soon had to repack. After the last bowl, I was feeling happy and on top of the world. I laid back with my hands under my head and looked up at the light filtering in through the stained glass window depicting something from the bible and I felt content with where I was in life for the first time in a long time.

"Maybe Forks won't be so bad after all." I mused aloud.

"You say that now, but just wait until everyone at school alienates you. You'll regret choosing to be friends with me." He said, sounding way to melancholy for someone who was high.

"I don't want to be friends with any of them anyway. I'm fine right where I am and if this is how I spend the rest of my year, it's going to be a good year." I smiled reassuringly.

He shook his head. "They'll be mean to you- call you names and such. You don't deserve that it's not too late to back out." I could tell he honestly meant it, although he didn't sound like he would be very happy about it.

"Oh, shut up, Jasper. Quit being a downer. I can handle a little name-calling. I'm not going anywhere, unless you want me to, that is." I offered- though the idea of not being friends with him already made me feel a little blue.

"Not at all. I guess we're stuck with each other then." He grinned and I felt much better.

This beautiful boy wanted to be friends with me, though he would probably change his mind if he really knew anything about my past. I wondered if maybe I should tell him now; give him a chance to leave before he got close to me. But I was selfish. I wouldn't tell him.

Jasper laid down beside me and handed me a bud to his ipod. Together we sat and listened to music for a good hour. I fell asleep a couple of times during the process.

Jasper's phone started ringing, jostling both of us from our relaxing. While he spoke on the phone, I decided to check my phone, only to find that somehow it had turned off. I guess it died- I can't remember the last time I charged it. I had 10 missed calls and several voicemails.

"Isabella Marie Swan, where the hell have you been? I've tried calling and your phone is off!" It continued for another few minutes.

The rest of the voicemails were along the same lines- Charlie pissed off and ranting. I didn't even know he had my number. Maybe he got it from Renee.

I called back the number that I'm assuming is his. "Charlie?" I questioned hesitantly.

"Isabella!" He boomed. Yeah, he was still pissed. "Where the hell are you?"

"I got here and no one was home and I was hungry. So, I walked to some diner to eat and I met this guy named Jasper, so I'm just hanging out with him."

"You had no right to leave this house without my permission. I want you home right now."

Oh, so now he was playing father? "Fine. I'll be home soon."

I hung up, a little bummed that our time was being cut short.

"I guess you have to go then?" Jasper asked. I nodded. "It's ok. I have to go home too."

I sighed. "Damn. I don't want to go to school tomorrow." The idea of spending many hours in a classroom surrounded by people that would most likely hate me just did not sound good.

"Do you want to meet me before school? Maybe partake in a little more illegal activities?" He offered shyly, ducking his head and looking up at me through his long hair.

I grinned excitedly. Tomorrow immediately looked a lot better. "Jasper, you are a god!"

He blushed a little, but it was almost imperceptible. "Thanks, I know."

We exchanged numbers and discussed when he would be picking me up. The whole time I felt an excited, nervous fluttering in my stomach. I felt idiotic, but I couldn't help it.

We left the church together and headed home, still a little buzzed. The ride home was so much shorter than I wanted it to be. I really, really did not want to go home.

As soon as I got to the house, Charlie was on my ass. "Bella, you are still a child and you cannot leave the house without any warning! I had no idea where you were!" He went on and on and I just sat in silence until he ran out of things to say.

"Sorry, Charlie." I apologized, but not really feeling sorry. I just didn't want any animosity already or something to get me put on a short leash. "I didn't have your number and Renee wasn't helpful- you know how she is. It won't happen again. I'll either text you or leave a note or something."

"Thanks." He muttered and then I suppose he had nothing more to say.

"Are there any other rules?" I asked, might as well get everything straight from the get-go.

"Um, we go to church on Sundays." Damn. "Curfew is midnight on the weekends, ten on school days. Don't do anything illegal." He seemed to stop for a moment before adding, "Oh, and no sex or any of that "bases" nonsense."

The list took him a while to articulate. He clearly didn't put much forethought into having a teenage daughter living under his roof. I suppose that wasn't his fault though. Renee only told him that she was sending me to live with him on Friday morning and today was Sunday. That bitch.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing at his rules. I'd already broken one of them and was most likely to break another. Although, I'm sure I could manage his curfew.

"Alright."

He stood there awkwardly for a minute before grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Oh, the truck in the driveway is yours. I got it from a friend. It uses up a lot of gas, but I'll cover it as long as you don't drive too much."

"Oh," I froze up, the kind gesture catching me off guard. It was probably nicer than anything Renee had ever done for me. I felt almost guilty about today in that instant. "Thank you." I said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. It was really nice of him/

He nodded uncomfortably and headed to the TV watch a game. I went upstairs, bummed that my high was gone. I was exhausted emotionally and physically and decided to just go right to bed.

The next morning I woke up and got into the shower, taking my time washing my hair- my favorite strawberry scented products doing wonders to calm my nerves. I quickly got dressed and put a little mousse in my hair to accentuate the curls and a small bit of mascara.

I walked downstairs just in time to see Jasper pulling into the driveway. Charlie wasn't home so I didn't have to deal with any explanations. I just quickly walked to the car since it was misting lightly outside and was likely to turn into a heavy rain by the end of the day. I missed the good weather from yesterday.

Jasper eyed my outfit with a smirk. I was dressed in a black leather jacket and black Bullet for my Valentine shirt along with a pair of white skinny jeans and black boots. "I figured I'd make a statement with my clothes."

He laughed. "You're going to stick out like a sore thumb in that school."

I shrugged. "Whatever."

We drove back to his house and he explained that his mother and father both worked so they wouldn't be home. We sat on his back porch and quickly passed a blunt between the two of us.

I wasn't feeling quite as high as I was yesterday but that was probably for the best. I wanted to at least be able to function on my first day of school while having the sensation of being high. It was much better than drinking, in my opinion. No hangovers and you're not a complete mess.

We headed back over to school and I looked around the parking lot. Most cars were old, much like the red truck I would be driving. The only knew ones were Jaspers, a silver 2009 Volvo, and a red 2006 Ford truck.

The few people that were already at the school were rushing to get into their classes and away from the cold, wet climate. I didn't blame them in the slightest. Jasper directed us towards the main office so I could speak with someone who worked at the school.

Jasper sat quietly in a seat, watching me as I spoke with a woman named Mrs. Cope. I couldn't lie; I liked his eyes on me. I wanted him to want me, just like that cheesy old song.

I double-checked with Mrs. Cope that my father had indeed stopped by early this morning and enrolled me. She gathered several papers for me, all the while speaking of how surprised they were when my father showed up this morning asking to enroll his daughter.

I'm pretty sure it was all the rage when my mother left my father, especially in this Christian community. And now the daughter of the flighty ex-wife finally shows up after fifteen years. It must be like some sort of soap opera for this woman. Stupid small town.

She handed me a schedule, a map of the school, and another paper that had school rules and policies. As if I'd read that.

Jasper looked over my shoulder as I checked my schedule. Damn, I got put in on level biology and history and I had to take PE. This school is the bane of my existence.

"Hey, we have AP lit together. Wow, Bella. You're in a lot of senior classes. You said you were a junior, right?" He asked, very impressed. I almost felt a little pissed that he was so shocked. I'm a smart little cookie.

"Yeah, I just turned seventeen last week."

Jasper headed us back towards his car. He leaned against it studying me. "You alright there, Swan?"

I nodded and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. The fact that I was really starting a whole new school today a month after everyone else finally sunk in and left me reduced to a jumpy bundle of nerves.

I took another couple of breaths in an attempt to calm down. But it was no use. Having to deal with a bunch of new people left me feeling extremely anxious. Usually it didn't get to me as much as it was today, but the stress of the past week has left my nerves shot to hell and I was having trouble coping with it, hiding it- even with weed.

I blame Renee. I blame her for everything, for every shitty thing that has happened to me. How I hate that woman. I wish she would die and go to hell, where she belongs. I wasn't just being a typical angsty teen.

She never wanted to have me in the first place, but Charlie was against abortion so she kept me. Her mother hated her for having sex before marriage and practically disowned Renee, despite the fact that Renee and Charlie married right after I was born. After they graduated Renee signed the divorce papers and was gone. As I was growing up I was never showered with affection like any young girl should be, I was ignored and always sent off to my room to play while mommy "played" with her boyfriend. I was only ten when Renee started dating Phil and he started… God, I couldn't even think about it right now. I just felt sick to my stomach.

I felt Jasper wrap his arm around me and pull me to him hesitantly. At first I tensed, but I took a deep breath in and found his scent calming. So I kept taking deep breaths and nuzzling myself into his side until I felt like I'd calmed down.

I pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Jasper."

This time I was sure of the flush in his cheeks and grinned at him deviously. He rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Bella. You caught me off guard, that's all."

"Yeah, okay, Jasper." I teased. "Are you going to text me during class and keep me sane?"

He laughed, and I could detect a bit of relief in it. He probably thought I'd forgotten about his little blushes. I most certainly did not. "Of course, Bella. Anything you need."

I knew he meant it. This kid was my savior. "Thanks! Now, walk me to class?" I offered out my arm and he latched it with his. Together we walked to class and I did my best to ignore all the stares. None of them knew who the hell I was and they were all probably wondering what I was doing there.

Jasper headed to his class and I took a look around my class. Fucking everyone was wearing pastel. Seriously, I doubted any of these kids had realized that there were other options in the color wheel.

Anyway, I went to talk to my history teacher, trying desperately to ignore all the eyes on me. She was shocked at first that I was actually a student here and only believed me once she saw my transcript, which she read with wide, disbelieving eyes. She then sent me to an open seat next to a perky little girl with spiky black hair.

"Hi, I'm Alice Cullen. Welcome to Forks High. I love your shoes! And that's quite a shirt you've got there." She said all in one breath. My mind took a second to compute everything she had said in a matter of seconds.

"I'm Bella Swan. Thanks." I said simply, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

"Oh, so you're the chiefs daughter. Interesting…" She mused for a minute. "Why did you move here?"

I nodded. "Uh, it's complicated. I'd rather not talk about it…" I felt rather bad for not answering her question, even if it was rather prying of her to ask.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be nosy. I forget my manners so often you wouldn't believe it. Please, forgive me."

I laughed. "It's fine."

"So, how do you like Forks so far?" She asked but then something seemed to occur to her. "Wait, how long have you been here?"

"I just got here Sunday afternoon, actually. So I haven't really gotten to see much. I did make one friend though. His name is Jasper." I offered that bit of information to see how she would react, see if she would be rude to me like Jasper thought.

But her reaction wasn't exactly as I'd expect. A strange looked passed over her face, but only for an instant far too brief for me to identify. "That's nice. I don't really know him."

"Hm, that's strange. It's a small town. Doesn't everyone know everything about everyone else?" I asked, feeling a small knot in my stomach at the thought of everyone knowing everything about me.

"No." She answered, sounding a bit darker than I'd have expected. "But anyway, where did you move from? Last I heard you where in California when you first left."

What a not so subtle change in subject. "Oh, that was a while ago. We moved to Arizona when I was about eight."

The conversation continued for a while because the teacher was having problems with the schools shitty old projector. She was very energetic, but not annoyingly so, and liked to talk a lot. It was almost endearing. She so far hadn't mentioned anything about Jesus or how I was going to hell, so I decided she wasn't so bad.

Meanwhile I was texting Jasper. He was doing a good job of keeping me sane. Every time someone would whisper something and look in my direction, I just thought of Jasper and how if I hadn't of met him I'd been in deepest level of hell right now, instead of maybe one of the lesser levels. Because let's face it, any moment in high school, even at its very best is still sort of hellish.

The bell rang and Alice directed me to my next class, AP Spanish 6. I was damned good at Spanish. I even had the accent down.

As soon as I got into the class, I had to deal with the same crap- the astonishment and incredulity from the teachers and students, and not to mention the whispers and stares I received. I was directed to an empty desk and sat down in the back, not really paying attention as the teacher spoke.

I was too distracted by the most perfect looking boy I'd ever seen in my life. He had messy bronze hair and it barely covered a bit of his left eye, a perfect green replica of an emerald. He had a defined jawbone and angular features with perfect symmetry. His milky white skin covered his toned, but not bulky muscle. He looked like a god.

But then I heard him speak. He was going on about how God had really used him to touch many people in the volunteer project he helped out with this weekend. People were practically fawning over her and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Who cares? Not me, that's for sure.

That officially ended my attraction to the beautiful bronze haired boy and I decided to focus on the lecture my Spanish teacher was giving about pronoun placement. I was immediately bored because we'd already learned this crap in my other school. I felt the same way about what we learned in history, but that was a given because I was in AP history in my old school. Apparently AP history and biology were full already.

I was barely able to make it through the rest of the class period, but thankfully my next class had Jasper in it and then it was lunch. In class we were able to sit wherever we wanted, so Jasper was alone because no one wanted to sit with him. I felt very sad for him when he told me that, but he seemed to not really care. We passed notes the entire time. I had already studied Chopin, but I was a little worried about Jasper's grade on the other hand. Once again he said he didn't care.

The bell rang and Jasper and I headed to the cafeteria together.

"Hey, you want to go on a walk with me?" He asked and I nodded graciously. I was sure to be eyed by the whole student body if I were to go to lunch, especially since I was with Jasper "the heathen," as he likes to refer to himself.

Once we rounded the corner of the school where no one went, he took a turn onto what I'm guessing was a not widely used trail. When we were completely out of view he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a flask.

"I officially think I love you." I said while gaping happily at the object in his hands.

He grinned sheepishly and took a quick swig before passing it to me. I took a swig, scrunching my nose at the taste of the straight up vodka. God, that stuff does not taste good at all.

"Sorry, I didn't think to bring a chaser. Next time we'll get a Gatorade or something?" He offered.

I nodded earnestly. "You need to hook me up, Jasper. I've got a flask but I really don't know how to get anything. I haven't even checked my dads house yet for a stash."

He laughed. "Yeah, I'll get you something. Don't worry."

"Thanks." I said simply and we passed the flask back and forth, joking happily.

By the time we had to get to class I was a little bit tipsy, but nothing too bad. I'd learned how to hold my alcohol well enough during my times in Arizona. Renee was always too busy getting drunk herself to notice any of the shit that happened right under her nose, not that she'd care anyway.

I tripped a little walking into class but thankfully no one noticed. I handed my schedule to my biology teacher and tried really hard not to sway or stand to close to him in case I smelled.

He then directed me to an empty seat in the back, which I was thankful for. I'd be doing a lot of sleeping in this on level class.

But then my lab partner arrived and took a seat, Mr. Beautiful and Religious. Just what I needed. I tried to ignore him but he started conversation.

"My name's Edward Cullen. That's an… interesting shirt you've got there…"

I rolled my eyes. How rude of him to insult me like that. "Yeah, well you and the pastel people can suck it. Wait, Cullen… Are you Alice's sister?" I was surprised my brain was even making connections right now.

Edward seemed a little shocked by my brashness, but whatever. He took a deep breath to start speaking and then instantly his eyes widened. "Are- are you drunk?" He scorned in a disgusted whisper.

"No, I'm not drunk. Do you have a problem?" I asked angrily. He was way too into my business.

"Do even you know how immoral that is? You're not even twenty-one and you're at school! Are you insane?" He raged, still whispering.

"Really? Huh. Failed to notice that one, thanks Captain Obvious." I rolled my eyes.

"You are, without a doubt, one of the most rude and profane people I have ever met!" I'm assuming that was supposed to be an insult. It was nothing compared to some of the things I've been called.

"Says the boy who in his second sentence ever speaking to me insults the shirt I'm wearing. Do me a favor and keep you and your religious bullshit to yourself, thanks." I quirked my head to the side and smiled disdainfully at him before turning my attention to Mr. Banner who had just taken his position at the front of the classroom.

"Alright class, today I'm officially assigning the dreaded science fair I'm sure you've all heard about. You have the rest of September until December. It's due the last day of school before we get out for the break and it will count as your midterm. I expect everyone to put a lot of time and effort into this project. We will have today, tomorrow and Wednesday to discuss it in class, but from Wednesday on everything you do will be out of class. I will, however, have random dates where I want a turned in progress report on your project. The dates are listed on the rubric I'm going to hand out in a minute. Now, take a look at the person sitting next to you, this is your partner on the project. No exceptions, so don't even ask."

My jaw dropped. You've got to be fucking kidding me!

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