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4 (Jaspers POV)

"Jasper, it doesn't work that way." Said Carlisle, in his always calm voice that never seems to change. "I know you like her. I know that. But we can't afford to have a human relationship. Remember what happened last time with Emmett? If you really like her you'll understand that we can't put her in that situation."
Carlisle is right. I know he is, but I can't help the feelings I have towards her. Her eyes tell so many stories all in their own.
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Art class is quickly approaching. I didn't go to lunch today. I sat alone in the car, thinking about how I would handle this. I knew that I would want to talk to her, but I know I can't get close. It hurts to do this, it really does, but I have no choice. I'll have to isolate myself, make her feel like I don't want her. The hardest part about it is I'll know exactly how she's feeling. I'll know if she's feeling sad or upset.
  I'll know if she's feeling nothing at all.
I look at the clock and see that class is starting in 4 minutes. I get out of the car and head towards the main doors of Forks Highschool.
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I step into the art room and immediately spot Anathema. Who wouldn't?
It hurts, what I'm going to do. But it has to be done.
I hold my breath, and I look at her. Directly in the eyes. I radiate the energy, the power i was given. I manipulate emotions.
I hate myself for it. I can immediately see the hurt in her eyes after I make her think I'm angry at her. More then angry, furious. It doesn't feel right. It isn't right. Every second of it hurt me. But it had to be done.
  I didn't pay any mind to what we were supposed to be doing that day. I couldn't. I could only think about her. And as soon as that dismissal bell rung, I stood up and walked out as fast as I could (that is, without giving the students the suspicion that I'm a long lost child of the flash).