After Time [Twilight Fan Fiction]

1. Meeting

Author's Note:  Chapters will switch POVs. The first chapter is from the Original Character's POV. Jasper will not appear for a few more chapters, please do not ask when Jasper will show up, you will know when he's about to show up. Hope you enjoy the story!

-Part One: Mates-

1. Meeting

Lubbock, Texas

August 2010

Robyn

I pushed my glasses further up my nose as I dragged my huge suitcase behind me toward the apartment complex in front of me. The complex was bigger than the article online stated because it was just the thing I needed. A man walked out of the building with a hat on his head and shades covering his face. It made no sense to me because it was already cloudy with approaching storms.

He bustled past me without sparing me any glance. I glared at his back, "Asshole," I muttered under my breath knowing he couldn't hear me. Inside the building was cooler. Every time it got closer to raining the temperature would rise and it would be blistering hot outside. I pulled out the piece of paper with my apartment number checking the floors for the room numbers.

3rd Floor. Great.

I sure hope there's an elevator. God must have been on my side as I found a decent elevator. I found my room easily enough sliding the key in the doorknob. Inside, my bags were already sitting everywhere with boxes stacked on top of each other. My eyes took in the apartment with a ragged sigh. Considering I was only nineteen this apartment was what one would expect as my first apartment.

I rolled the suitcase inside the room before shutting and locking the door. My breath blew out as I shuffled out of my jacket groaning when I realized just how small this place was. It was safe to say I probably wouldn't be inviting any of my family over at this point. Not that any would come anyway since I left mostly without a word. Things between me and my family weren't that great at the moment anyway.

Flipping on lights throughout the apartment, I realized that the living room would double as my bedroom as well. This meant that I would be better off buying one of those sofas that either contained a bed inside or turned into a bed itself, which were expensive. The tiny kitchen area only had an out of date fridge, stove, two counters which one housed a small sink. It's what I expected on my income at the moment. Thankfully I was still drawing the money on my grandmother's life insurance policy for another few months. I could pay the rent, get a few things for the apartment, locate a job, and get settled in the nearest community college. College was paid for mostly by scholarships and finacial aid.

It was a surprise that my boxes had arrived before I did. My mother barely paid much attention to me during the summer. Perhaps she thought I was lying about moving for college. I could have easily attended the local community college campus that was in Greenville, Ms, but I chose not to. Living in that house after my grandmother died was hell on earth. I pulled my thoughts away as I started shuffling through boxes. I was tired, but I knew these boxes wouldn't get unpacked until I bought a closet, dresser, and not mention something besides the matress and box springs that were already on the floor.

Suddenly the contraption in my pocket began to vibrate. Pulling it out, I saw my father's number flashing on the screen. For some reason I had decided to move closer to my reclusive father who lived in Lubbock. It wasn't until I had already decided on a place and was working on sending the first payment that he told me, they were moving. Apparently Lubbock wasn't up to his and my stepmother's ridiculous standards. They were still in Texas but nowhere near Lubbock as they moved to the other side of Texas. I felt like they purposely moved away from me for some bizarre reason.