Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Thank you mystic-notions for pre reading and reassuring me that it had an interesting start and also thank you for encouraging me to keep writing. : p

This is my first round ribbon story in TWI fandom. Usually I write one-shots. Lol. Feeling like a virgin writer all over again.

About the story, I honestly don't know who to pair Jasper with. And I'll try to keep it as angsty as I can.

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Jasper Whitlock strolled from his biology class trying to locate the gym. He hated forks high already. Grinding his teeth, cursing under his breath, he made his way to through the crowded hall.

He got shoved around a little before he could reach his locker.

It was right beside the boy's toilet. Oh like life wasn't roses and sunshine already! He shoved his books inside when someone tapped his shoulder.

Turning around he was met with a slender boy, around his age, with russet skin standing only a feet away.

"Jasper umhh Whitlock?" he looked at Jasper from head to toe, not waiting for Jasper to answer as he extended his hand. "Seth Clearwater." Jasper took his hand, only to be howled into the sea of human. Seth was stronger then he appeared.

"Elbows out my man. This is Forks high, no one is going to step aside for you, and you have to make your own way." He handed Jasper a pair of elbow pads. "Welcome to Forks High. I'll be your guide."

Jasper barely registered what Seth was telling him. He felt sick. He didn't want to be here in the first place. "What's your next class?"

"Gym." He grimaced at the thought. He hated gym.

"Don't look so grim. Frodo always gets the grim ones in dodge ball."

"Frodo? Dodge ball?" Jasper spit the words.

"Stick with Black. He'll save yea. He is my man!" Jasper nodded and followed him to an indoor basketball court.

Most of the students looked bleak as he did. They wore gray gym tee shirt with their name on the back, and a blue short.

Jasper changed into his gym cloths, stepping into the court he was knocked over by a bulky guy. He didn't even stop to apologies. Jasper contemplated staying in the floor or getting up to become a laughing stock. He stayed in the floor until two girls were standing in front of him. He might have taken the time to enjoy the view of their long legs if he wasn't pissed. They didn't seem too phase by his actions, they rather stood there examining him.

Jasper sighed getting up.

"New boy?" the blonde one asked. He didn't answer just moved away, only to bump into another wall. This one looked rater like Seth with long silky black hair tied in the back.

"Hey girls." The boy grinned at the girls, not paying attention to the new comer the girls left Jasper alone.

"Jacob Black." He extended his hand to Jasper after the girls left. Remembering Seth's word of advice to befriend Black, Jasper accepted his hand.

"Jasper Whitlock." Jacob nodded. Motioning him to the sides they sat on the middle of a long bench.

"First rule, don't look Frodo in the eye. He notices you. You are dead for the rest of you high school life in Forks." Then he pointed towards a kid wearing glasses. He was running less, stopping more to breathe through his mouth. He wasn't fit to run. "That's what Frodo does. He is also the target practice for the rest of us in dodge ball."

"Is that legal? It sounds like torture." Jasper couldn't believe it.

"Well, no kid here is gonna complain on him no matter what. Frodo gets the juniors so no escaping him. We just try to outlive him."

Jacob pats his back, "Don't worry. Just stick with me, you'll be fine." Jasper not knowing what to do he nods.

Twenty minutes later Jasper found out just how much of an ass this Frodo really was.

Frodo aka Aro. His military hair and super tight gym short were rather provocative. He had the big and strong kids in one corner and the thin and weak looking ones in another. It was like hell had broken in to Forks High basketball court. One thing for sure, the sight wasn't pretty.

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Jasper was limping at the end of the class. Only few were left standing on their feet. He was not one of them.

Jacob caught up to him after school.

"Dude told you to stick with me." Jasper groaned as Jacob's massive hand landed on his shoulder.

It hurt.

"Sorry." Jasper grunted at Jacob's apology.

"Sooo you have a ride?" Jasper shook his head.

"So where you from?"

"Texas." Jacob nodded.

"So cowboy, where do you live now?"

Jasper gave Jacob a menacing stare, "Just because I used to live in Texas doesn't mean I am a cowboy." He walked away from Jacob still limping.

"Hey dude. No offence, I was just asking." Jasper huffed not stopping. The road to Carlisle Cullen's home looked too long right now.

"Come on I'll give you a ride." Nodding Jasper followed him to a red truck. It smelled of girlie stuff inside.

"It's my girlfriends." Jacob explained. Jasper didn't comment.

"So where to?" Jasper gave him direction to his foster home.

The drive was relatively quiet, as Jasper answers to Jacob's questions were only got grunts, huffs and nods.

Entering the driveway Jacob let out a whistle.

"You live here? With Dr. Cullen?" Jasper nodded getting out of the truck.

Jacob was about to take off but before he could stop himself he shouted out, "YO Whitlock." Jasper whipped his head back.

"What?" Jacob head was out of the door his body still inside the truck. "We have a bonfire in our reservation, Edward knows the place. Come by around 7." Jacob was settled inside then he tilted his head a little shouting again, "We make mean barbeques." Jacob didn't wait for an answer as he drove out of the driveway. Entering the house his path was blocked by the pet. Edward Masen.

Dr. Cullen's assistant.

He was a few years older than Jasper. He lived here in the house with Dr. Cullen. Jasper often wondered if the good doctor and his assistant were anything more than that. But he dismissed the idea as he remembered seeing Edward with a rather gorgeous blond a few weeks back.

"Yes Edward." Edward looked at him moving away to let him go into the house.

"Was that Jacob?" Edward questioned watching Jasper limp towards the stared. "Yes."

"What happened with the leg?" Edward headed toward the fridge to grab some ice and the first aid box.

"Nothing." Jasper tried climbing the stairs; it hurt more to lift his leg from one step to the other. It hurt to climb even one step at a time.

"You are not going anywhere. Come back so I can see how much damage you have done to yourself." Jasper ground, moving from the stairs to the sofa. Huffing a little he sat down. Edward knelt down in front of Jasper. Jasper hissed as Edward gripped the sore spot of his leg.

"Sorry." Edward touched Jasper's leg through his jeans. His leg muscle was rigid, Edward could tell.

"Wanna talk about it?" Edward's voice didn't seem like he cared. Jasper stayed quit.

Jasper sat there watching Edward tending to his wound. He didn't want to but his eyes involuntarily roamed over Edward's torso. Edward wore ash-colored button down shirt, tucked inside his black slack. His shirtsleeves folded up, couple of the button at the top his shirt unbuttoned revealing some of his chest. He wasn't muscular but his body was well defined. He was perfect.

Jasper grabbed his schoolbag tighter to his crotch. He cursed mentally, this wasn't what he wanted. Not right now.

Edward noticed the change and without much word he stood up handing Jasper the ice bag he left him alone.

Jasper sighed, glad and disappointed that Edward left. He thought about how his life seemed to be so changed.

How everyone in his life seem to be abandon him. His mother couldn't take care of him. His father didn't want him. He had spent the last seventeen years miserably with his father being abused. Now he was going to be miserable, in Forks.

Martha Whitlock was sick. She was living inside of a shell after Jasper's sister died. His father, Kevin Whitlock still blamed Jasper's mother for being careless, and he knew Kevin even loathed his son. The hitting started after his mother was sent to psyche ward, they stopped after his father died six months ago. Some of those scares are still in his back.

Sighing he pushed the thoughts away from his mind, pushing the ice pack in his leg. It still hurt, but it was a dull ache now.

Edward watched Jasper carefully from Carlisle Cullen's study.

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A/N: I guess that was it for the first chapter.

Lemme know what you think… if anyone reads it, that is.