“I know that you’re a vampire, I know that your name is not Hale OR Cullen, and I know that you’re older than you pretend to be, maybe around a century and a half?” I asked trying to stay nonchalant as he stared at me in surprise.
“Yes, I’m a vampire, my name is Jasper Whitlock, and I’m actually 168. You’re more precise than any human that I’ve ever met; you don’t fall for the beauty or lure. You see through it, but HOW?” He seemed genuinely curious and quite adorable at the same time. But there was raw power hidden underneath this sweet front, the need to fight, to drink and kill, could easily overpower his will and he would be the monster that he fears.
“I’m special, different, I guess. I’m not gonna pretend to think something that I don’t. I won’t let anything control what I think. I don’t roll like that.”
He laughs; his laughing is my new favorite sound.
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Jasper’s Point of View
WHY did I let that human get to me? It’s just a small girl! I’ve dealt with these before no problem! Why is my head spinning? I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND!
I try to calm my thoughts as I near our house. If I don’t, Edward will pick up on it and tell Carlisle… and if Carlisle knows… we’ll have to leave.
Oh god, I can’t leave her!
Stevie Rae’s Point of View
I wonder if I went too far. I hope that he doesn’t get punished by some kind of deadly coven of evil vampires or something.
I fret over him and what I said after he drops me off. He promises to have my truck fixed by tomorrow and returned to my driveway before school started.
He said that the blonde one, he supposed sister, is a mechanic. (Which I find hard to believe because she seems way too full of herself to get below a car and work, but hey, I can’t judge.) I think he called her Rose…
I push Jasper and his mysterious family to the back of my mind. I ran up to my room, flinging my messenger bag backpack on the ground, retrieving only what I needed to study for a history final next week.
After I studied as much as I could handle, I walked outside and sat on the porch swing and pondered more over the golden locked beauty.
I must have thought about him for hours because when I looked up, I realized that my mother had already arrived home and it was past time for me to cook dinner.
I slowly trudge to the kitchen, passing directly in front of my mother, hoping that she would ask something, ANYTHING about my day but she just sips more wine and moved her head so that she could see the tv from around me.
I sigh and commence cooking my favorite meal, spaghetti.
It’s going to be a long night.
