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I'll See	By : StargateFanatic Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Slash Views: 2310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, here's the surprise. It's the first chapter of You'll See from Jasper's POV. :) I don't know when I can get out another chapter, but I thought you might like this anyway.
Enjoy!

Why did she have to leave? I mean, seriously, I read the note and everything, but leaving because of a vision? That’s cowardice. She didn’t even face me. She left with only a fucking note! A note, frankly, that I had burned after I read it.

I quit internally rambling to myself as I had taken to after Alice left because there seemed to be a lot of excitement amongst the students.

What, is it another new kid? Not likely in this small town.

“Class, this is Whitaker Hill. I hope you make him feel welcome,” our homeroom teacher, Mr. Smith, stated. “You’ll sit behind Jasper Hale.”

Well, I’ll be damned. I chanced a glance up at the kid when he wasn’t looking. To say I was shocked would be a bit of an understatement. His eyes were a dark green, darker than emerald, and his hair at first glance seemed an ordinary, dull brunette; but to my eyes, it was different shades of deep brown and tan, and it was wild and tame at the same time. Like…grass. Blades of grass can go everywhere, but still have some semblance of order.

I quickly looked back at my desk when he turned towards me. Quietly, he settled into the seat behind me, and I thought that was that.

Then, he spoke.

“Hi,” he whispered. I didn’t answer. I didn’t answer anybody nowadays. “I’m Whitaker.”

What is it with this town and people with old names? I mean, Edward and I have an excuse… This kid? No.

“Old name, huh?” My voice was raspy from disuse, and I shocked myself by using it.

“Like you can say anything, Jasper.”

Hmm. I offended him. So why can’t I feel much agitation? Just…resignation. Does it matter if I offend him?

Yes, a little voice in my head told me. I didn’t pause to think on it, not wanting to dwell on the questions that little voice brought up.

“I meant nothing by it,” I amended.

“Sorry. My father named me, and he liked older fashioned names. Said they were more dignified. Mom agreed,” he replied, twinges of sadness flowing towards me, though they were quickly smothered. I was so used to emotions by now, I didn’t describe them like I used to. What was the point? It’s all in my head.

I had to know more about him. “Why did you move here?”

“They died. Both of them.” Depression was rolling off him in waves, though he tried smothering those, too, as if he knew I could feel them, but it didn’t work.

I couldn’t help it, I had to turn around. I stared into his dark eyes, the green of the shadows in a swamp. In all my years, I had never seen that shade.

I could tell he was trying not to stare at me, as I was doing the same.

“I apologize—” I tried to rectify the memories I’m sure my questions brought up, but he cut me off.

“Don’t. You didn’t know. Besides, it was a couple of months ago, so I’m okay.” He was lying. But why?

“No, you’re not. No one is ‘okay’ after just a couple of months.”

He looked down at his desk and muttered so quietly, had I not been a vampire, I wouldn’t have heard him, “I don’t want pity.”

I know how you feel… “I wasn’t going to pity you,” I replied quietly, trying to reassure him, though I didn’t know why.

His gaze rose back to mine as belief and trust bubbled up inside him. He shouldn’t trust me. Monsters don’t deserve that. But I wasn’t going to say anything.

“Thanks,” was his reply.

Biting my tongue, I only nodded and left as the bell rang for next class.

I was slightly disappointed that Whitaker wasn’t in my next class. I wanted to get to know him better, wanted to talk with him. Only him, though. I still don’t feel up to chatting with anyone else.

Listlessly, I waited for lunch to arrive, barely paying attention to what the teachers were saying.

Finally, lunch arrived, though I wasn’t relieved for dietary reasons.

Bella, Edward, and I sat at the table we usually did, the same one all of us had used when the rest of the coven—I mean, family—had attended school here.

Covertly, I watched, waiting for Whitaker to enter the cafeteria.

When he did, I surreptitiously located where he seated himself alone, watching as numerous other students tried to cajole him into sitting with them. He declined every time.

“If you want to talk to him, then go,” Edward snapped quietly.

I turned my head and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“He likes you, so quit watching him like a hawk and go.”

I only nodded and stood.

He must have been deeply interested in his book, because he didn’t look up from it or his salad until I had seated myself across from him. Surprise registered and I was suddenly faced with confused, deep green eyes. He placed a small bookmark on his page and closed the book.

“Hello,” I greeted softly, searching his face for any annoyance at my presence; I found none.

“Hi,” he responded. A blush rose in his cheeks when I continued to stare at him. I blinked and focused on the table to control the thirst that scorched my throat. It wasn’t as bad as it usually was, I noticed.

“Why are you sitting by yourself?”

“A few reasons, actually… I like the peace to read, and I don’t have friends here yet, since I can’t remember anyone’s name.” I desperately wanted to remedy that; I wanted to be his friend. If I was being honest with myself, I really wanted more…but I wasn’t going down that path. Alice took care of that for me. Still…I couldn’t help but remember the words she had used to describe her vision. They were so vague, but… His name did start with W…

“Do you remember mine?”

“Yes. You’re Jasper.” I couldn’t help the small smile that overtook my lips. I was important enough to him that he remembered my name after only talking for a few minutes.

“You remember someone’s, then. Why don’t you come and sit with Edward, Bella, and me? I’m told you have classes with them, as well.” At the moment, though, I didn’t really feel like sharing him with anybody.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I don’t mind. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” I still didn’t know if he didn’t want to sit with me, or if he really didn’t want to offend or intrude.

“Please, I insist.” Without thinking, I reached out and touched his hand. A fire seemed to spread through my hand and up my arm. I pulled my hand back when I noticed he was staring at his hand, shocked. “I am sorry. That was out of line…” My fingers were tingling.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind.” His smile appeared genuine, and I lifted the corner of my mouth in relief.

I couldn’t help but push my earlier question. “So… Sit with us? Or would you rather I sit here with you?”

He blushed again, and my thirst flared, but it wasn’t as strong. “Um…it doesn’t matter.”

I nodded, glad that I didn’t have to move and I could have him to myself for a little bit longer. “Do you have Spanish next?”

“Yes.”

“Me too. We can walk together.”

“I have a feeling you’d walk me to class even if I didn’t have Spanish with you.”

I didn’t have an answer to that. He was right, and I didn’t even know why.

He looked like he was about to apologize, but I couldn’t have that, so I cut him off with the truth. Something about him made me want to be completely honest, though I probably never could be. Not like Edward and Bella.

“I have a feeling you’re right.” And I left it at that. He ate the rest of his salad in silence, not pressing me to elaborate.

We walked together to Spanish. Señora Goss liked alphabetical order, since it helped her learn her students better, so Whitaker sat behind me again. I noticed the girl who normally sat there—Lynn? I think her name is Lynn—glared at him. I wanted to slap her.

God, I need to quit thinking like this! I barely even know the guy!

Oh, so he’s guy now instead of kid?

Shut up.

I felt this irrepressible urge to know him. So, during the class, I occasionally turned around to ask the generic questions you asked when you met somebody. I learned he loved to read, and wasn’t one for sports, though he loved being outside.

The entire time I asked questions, he only answered them. Not once did he return the questions. I didn’t know whether I was relieved or saddened.

I made my mind up at the end of that class. Something in me longed to know Whitaker, but that was all I was going to pursue: getting to know him, and hopefully befriending him.

Fear and apprehension pricked at my senses. It seemed I was already tuned in to Whitaker’s emotions; they seemed to drown out everyone else’s.

Lynn was still glaring angrily at Whitaker. So that’s why he’s looking so jumpy… He bid me farewell when the bell rang, practically running from the room and away from the irrationally angry blonde. I copied him moments later when she turned a deceptively sweet smile on me.

So how was the first chapter? Does it sound like Jasper?
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