Forever Starts with Evie

Chapter 1: Jasper POV

Sigh. Here we are in another town; another high school; yet the same overwhelming, hormonal, cocktail of emotions specific to teenager. As my siblings and I step out of our vehicles a hush fell over the parking lot. Typical, I can’t help but think. Seeing my brother Edward roll his eyes but I can feel his emotions being in agreement with mine.

As we make our way to the front desk to receive our timetables the students, while intrigued and enthralled with us, moved out of our ways sensing that there was a predator in there mist. Which is correct, seeing as how we are a group of five blood drinking (albeit animal blood) vampires amongst very alive, very full of blood humans.

The morning passed by quite blandly. We received the same old speeches welcoming us to Forks, having us give our current cover story (that we moved here from Alaska after our father, Carlisle, received a job at Forks Medical), and listening to syllabuses being read.

When lunch time finally came around my siblings and I all got our props and found a secluded table that sat by an open window overseeing the court yard that held a few picnic tables and a lone large tree.

As we were sitting there I looked out the window trying to ignore all the looks and whispers we were receiving from the student body. I am sure my sisters Alice and Rose were talking about the latest fashion, while Emmett planned new reasons to wreak havoc on not only the students of Forks High but which ways would bug Edward the most due to his telepathy; all of that is lost when I notice a lone figure sitting on a picnic table under the tree.

The girl is quite pretty thing, long dark brown, that appears black in certain lighting hair hidden under an oversized beanie, fair skin that is slightly flush from the slightly chilly wind that was present, a soft face, plumb pink lips that look as if she had been thoroughly kissed, and as she glanced up I notice she has such bright clear blue eyes. She wore no makeup like most girls do these days and was dressed fairly simple in dark wash jeans, black vans, a purple tank top and black leather jacket. (see profile for outfits) The more I studied her I knew my previous statement was wrong; she wasn't a “pretty thing”.

Oh no, she was beautiful.

For some unexplainable reason, I needed to know more about her. Looking over at my eavesdropping, mindreading, “little” brother I ask “Edward, who’s the girl outside under the tree?” My question gaining the attention of my other siblings, causing them to all look outside.

“She’s cute!” Alice squeals (which I am sure she is one of few ways she can talk). While Rosalie simply looks away uninterested which is her go to when dealing with humans.

“I can’t seem to get a read on her.” Edward mutters, concern and confusion seeping in. “Wait like at all?” Emmett asks interested on someone who evades our little brother’s gift.

Damn. I think. I was wondering what is causing her to feel so down. “Can you feel anything Jazz?” Alice asks “Because anything I See of her is blurry and very unsure.”

“No, it’s like trying to listen to hear through water and occasionally a thought or two will hit an air bubble so I can hear.” Edward responded to Emmett’s question before he turns slightly to the student body. Judging by his determination I’m assuming he is looking for info on her through others. Receiving a nod to my thoughts I turn to answer Alice’s question “I can feel her but it feels like she is a lot farther then she is and it’s weaker, muted.”

As we sat in a slightly puzzled silence, Edward turns to us “Her name is Evangeline. She is a junior like you guys, seventeen, and quite an outcast. She is the daughter of Dr. Evans, who is Carlisle’s coworker, and his dead wife Lily. Evangeline use to be, and I quote, “normal” until her mother died in a car accident. Evangeline was in the car with her, while she survived her mother did not. She started to separate herself from everyone, stop talking to friends, sat by herself, and pretty much became a loner.” He paused as if collect his, and probably everyone else’s, thoughts. “The students here no consider her the school “freak” because she is always with her camera, drawing, or writing music. She rarely focuses in class but still gets fairly good grades. That’s all I’ve gathered from stray thoughts and a bit of digging.”

Everyone outside of the family assumed Edwards gift allowed him only to hear surface thoughts, but within the past few decades it’s developed some. If he focuses hard enough o searching for a specific fact, event or information he can general bring it forth and read.

We have been careful to keep this quiet, if his gift keeps developing he will rival Aro’s gift of tactile telepathy.

Just then, the bell ring signaling the end of lunch; dumping our untouched food we all head off into our different classes. As I walked towards U.S history I can’t help but let my thoughts drift towards my new favorite enigma, Evangeline. For all the calm almost blankness she projects outward, she had a sad almost resigned deposition to her emotions. For unknown reasons yet, all I want to do is hug her as tight as I can and protect her from the world and all its cruelties.

I listen as the teacher introduced me to the class then explained how in this class there were going to two huge projects throughout the year and who we share the table with would be our partners. Before anyone could start “claiming” partners, he explained how he would be pulling names out of hats and we were to sit by our partners for the rest of the year.

I listened as each student was called and sent to a table when finally I hear “Jasper Hale”. I look up and walked to the table he pointed at waiting to hear who I would have to work with for an entire year.

God, how I hated when teachers forced us to work with partners. It was always hard to meet up with them, hold back our knowledge that our vampire brains easily retain, and having to act “human” outside of school.

“And working with Mr. Hale, we have…. Miss. Evangeline Evans”

As Evangeline makes her way over to my table I can’t help but think that maybe this year won’t be so bad after all.