"If I didn't despise you so much, I may find you attractive, Hale."
II twilight i II
II j.h II
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I'd really abandoned all sense of sensibility when came to Jasper Hale.
I'd let him break into my bedroom without any consequence, and then got into his car willingly and alone. The trees surrounding Forks High disappeared behind the windows as we drive out of the lot, and a sudden regret flooded over me.
We reached the west highway fast, and soon the town was dissolving in the wing mirror behind us and into the cloudbank. Jasper's gaze stayed forward on the road, hand firm on the wheel in a white-knuckle grip, while I kept my eyes on the window looking for some indication as to where he was taking me, coming up with nothing.
"Are we staying in Forks?" I asked hesitantly, afraid to break him out of whatever trance he was in. He didn't respond for a moment, only the slight hum of the engine filling the small compartment of the car. "Yes, and no. Don't worry, we're not going far."
His words didn't calm my nerves one bit.
My attention turned from the window to the console of the car, more importantly to the stereo. Curiosity getting the better of me, I pressed play on CD player. I held back laughter as a mellow country tune flowed gently through the speakers. Of course, I thought.
"What?"
"You certainly don't shy away from your roots, do you?"
This made him chuckle and, although I'd heard it before, the sound sent butterflies loose in my stomach. Jasper shook his head lightly.
"No , ma'am."
Despite living in Forks for more than two and a half months it hit me that, besides Bella and occasionally the people she sat with at lunch, Jasper was one of my only friends I'd made here. The friends I'd left before moving in with my mom had proved to be superficial, as not a single email had appeared in my inbox.
No calls or texts.
Jasper and Bella were my lot.
The car quietly came to a stop, unlike the usual roar I was used to with Bella's truck. Looking around, we were at the bottom of a hiking trail. "You need to show me a trail?" I asked , suddenly worried. If he was going to murder me, this was a pretty stereotypical start. "I don't have the right shoes."
"It's not far, you'll be fine."
The saying 'curiosity killed the cat' rang like an alarm bell in my head, and yet I followed in his path up to the start of the trail. He was always about three steps ahead of me, my footing unsure and weary as we hiked up the path.
I was growing tired, Jasper still sure and even ahead of me after almost an hour of walking in near silence. If he was going to kill me , he would have done it by now. That was the thing I kept coming back to me any time I looked back and saw the road and the car get smaller and smaller until they weren't there anymore.
