It's Always The New Girl

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It had been just a normal Sunday night at the Cullen residence, Carlisle, Emmett, Edward, and Jasper were sitting on the couch watching whatever football game was on, Alice and Rosalie were working on a design on Alice's computer, and Esme was curled into Carlisle's side, reading a book.

Alice looked up from the computer, a distant look in her eyes. Rosalie paid her no mind, this was a frequent occurrence for Alice, and if it was important, she, or Edward, would voice it. Jasper and Edward both looked over at psychic, Jasper's notice meaning a change in Alice's mood.

"New students?" Edward voiced, obviously having seen the vision himself. Alice felt comforting waves coming from Jasper after he felt her confusion. I didn't see this until just now, Alice thought to her brother, not really sure she should voice her worries. It wasn't the prospect of the new students that bothered her, it was the fact that apparently they had been there a while, and she was only just now seeing them. Edward didn't seem too concerned about it, so Alice dropped it, but she still felt a curious sense of unease.

The next day, the Cullen's went through their daily routines of getting ready for yet another day of school. It was a monotonous thing, school. They had done it so many times over already that they practically had the last three generations of issued text books memorized, yet it was completely necessary.

It was ironic, though, in all actuality. Even if the family were vegetarian, sticking the most dangerous of all predators into a throng of its natural prey was against what anything anyone would consider logical. So far, none of them had slipped up in the recent, but it was hard for them all, especially Jasper, who was the newest one to adapt to the lifestyle.

Being raised as a newborn vampire, human blood was second nature, and his control over it was not as strong as the others, being tested everyday. The rest of his family weren't sure he would ever be able to completely control himself, but he would be damned if he didn't at least try.

Edward left before the rest of them, going to pick up Bella, leaving the rest of them to ride with Emmett and Rosalie. Alice settled in the front seat of her brother's Jeep, leaving Jasper to stare out the window, mentally preparing himself to face another day around all the humans.

Alice was silently searching the future for the new students, still bothered about the night before. At first, she saw nothing. No face, no choices in her near future, but then a picture instantly solidified of them. She saw a silver haired girl and a black haired boy climbing into a Jeep not so different than the one she was in herself.

Alice pouted to herself. It was as if she could only see the kid's close future, and only once it was one hundred percent sure. "Alice?" Jasper asked from the backseat, no doubt feeling her frustration.

Emmett looked over at his adopted sister with question, but she just shook her head, a small smile playing on her small features. "Looks like you have similar tastes in vehicles with the new girl," was all she said as they pulled into the parking lot of the school, getting their usual spot next to Rosalie.

They got out and Emmett started searching for the new vehicle, not liking the way his sister had said that last part. Rosalie came over to him, looping her arm through her mate's and placing a kiss to his cheek, his am instinctively going around her waist at the same time he spotted the clean, jacked up Jeep across the lot. Jasper let out a chuckle at the wave of jealousy he felt, Alice's chime of a laugh joining his. Rosalie patted his chest comfortingly.

"Looks like someone might be a little envious," Alice looked up to see the two new kids watching Emmett humorously, her vampire ears hearing their conversation. A sudden gust of wind assaulted their senses with the smell of blood so sweet it was almost intoxicating, all of the vampires looking up to take a deep breath, momentarily forgetting about Jasper's lack of control.

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