Shattered

Ten

-Jasper's Point of View-

. . .

I picked up on the extreme pressure my family members where giving off as they were trying to push me toward Emmaline.

And surprisingly I found that she felt a tad uncomfortable at the sound of my name.

Not that I have a huge ego or anything but it was slightly hurtful.

It's just, after watching Bella and Edward come together so quickly, as well as the fact that I'm design to "attract" my "kill" it's a little strange that someone was now shying away from me.

'She's smart, that's why.'- I thought to myself.

I know she isn't scared of me, I would have felt that.

But she is one of those girls who keeps her guard up, or maybe she just doesn't like me in the way everyone hopes she does.

'Do I even like her?' -I silently wondered.

I chanced a look at her, she was busy filling up her page with elegantly scribbled words.

I heard the smallest giggle and looked up to find both Emmett and Rosalie giddily staring at me. I shook my head then focused back on my own journal.

But all I could think of was the girl sitting next to me, which prompted the same question, 'do I even like her?'

Sure she's pretty, but there are tons of pretty girls in this world. She also seems spirited given her choice of after school activities, and I know she was polite and every bit a southern belle just from spending a few hours with her.

But the fact is I don't know her well enough to access if I like this person in a romantic sense.

Things I do know:

She's smart.

She seems like a leader.

She's kind.

She's welcoming.

She's very well mannered.

But is that enough to say you like someone? What Alice and I had, despite what she thinks, was real, we just clicked. We might not have had much in common but the love we had for each other was more than enough to keep us going for so long.

I looked down at my blank page and knew I had to get at least half the page finished before the end of class as well as read it to everyone so I wrote about what was on my mind.

It wasn't a poem, nor a story, just random thoughts and feelings.

When the class was coming to a close the teacher called a couple of people up and they read their work out.

"Emmaline Harper."

Emmaline stood from her seat and fixed her skirt before she picked up her her journal and took her place in the front of the class.

"Hey y'all, I wrote a quick poem, I won't go into much detail as I'm sure the poem will fill you in on everything else." She informed everyone.

...

'Your eyes, they look so far away, oh so very distant.

Tell me boy, what's haunting you, there's a glint, and in an instant.

You turn to me, smile and see, that I am smiling back.

But you retreat, you always do, like a train getting back on track.

Tell me boy, what's haunting you, behind mysterious eyes.

Is it truth that's startled you, or is it only lies?