Jasper's Love

Meeting Bella

Chapter 1

(A/N: I will say that Jasper's and Bella's looks may be a bit OOC, but nothing too drastic, just longer hair or clothing changes. Also, the Cullen's will have different looks but still act the same, so don't kill me. I just think maybe a small tweak to their looks won't hurt, right? And this Twilight universe, like the first book universe and Cullen's, may also be a little OOC, but again, not so much. Also, the last two notes: 1. No Edward bashing. As much as I didn't like him, I won't bash him, and he will be mated with Alice. (I do not own the Twilight Saga at all; I just play with its characters.)

Summary: What if Jasper knew Bella was his from the start? With The Cullen's help, can he get her? There may be some fluff and lemons in the story in later chapters; this is an AU story.

Seeking Her

Jasper P.O.V

As I lay in bed, I realized today was the one billionth time my siblings and I would start high school. I guess I'm getting tired of playing human, but if it means I don't have to fight in wars anymore, I'll take it. It's not that I don't like my family or what they have done; they aren't my first family. I mean, I have Peter and Charlotte, but I love them both the same. My two adopted brothers, Edward and Emmett, and their wives are pretty down-to-earth people who precisely want to live a normal life. Along with our "parents," or coven leader and mate, Carlisle and Esme Cullen also want the same as we do. I stretch before getting out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I take a shower, brush my long blond hair that is on my lower back, and get dressed. I decided to wear a black and red flannel shirt over my black wife beater, black skinny jeans with chains on the left side of the pants, and black cowboy boots. I grab my messenger bag and my black cowboy hat to match my boots, and I put my boots on my feet and my hat on my head. I sat in the living room, waiting for the rest of my siblings to come down the stairs so we could get going.

Carlisle and Esme have already gone to work, Carlisle to the hospital here in Forks, and Esme to her interior-design studio in Seattle. My siblings make their way down the stairs, and I hear Emmett's voice booming from the living room. Rose and he are having conversations about the new school year. While Alice and Edward are having hushed conversations about their school year, I am glad that I am going for two years and not the full four like my younger brother and sister Alice. Emmett, Rosalie, and I make small talk about our last two years of school, like we always do, and what we are going to do after school this time, but our discussion is cut short when Alice says it's time to go. We all pile out of the front door; I hop in Emmett's 2015 Jeep Wrangler, and Ed and Alice get into his Volvo.

We make it to school, and Em does his signature entrance as we pull up into the parking lot, sitting on the top of the driver's seat, while Rosie parks the car near the front of the steps, and Edward parks beside us. We all get out of the car, and I sit on the hood of Em's Jeep while the rest of my siblings chat to themselves in front of their cars. I look around at all the students, some new and some old. I can hear all of their conversations about their summer vacations and other things.

All of a sudden, my eyes are drawn to a newly painted cherry-red 1963 Chevy Truck, which I hadn't seen before. I feel nervousness coming from the back of the parking lot, where I saw the truck pull into. From what I could see, there was a young girl in the front seat of the truck. She had long brown hair past her shoulders, with highlights of blue and purple in her hair. She looked out the window, and I swore for a second. It was as if she met my eyes; she had chocolate brown eyes. I watched her get out of the truck and take a deep breath to calm her nerves. She had on a black dress that flared out past her knees; it had the phases of the moon and stars as the pattern; black leggings with the solar system on them; and black ballet flats. She looked beautiful, but my eyes drifted back to her face, and I could tell she has a small amount of makeup on—some eyeliner and light red lipstick—but the natural paleness of her skin makes me wonder if she is one of us. I sniff the air, and she smells human, but her scent smells like home. She smells like Texas thunderstorms, apple pie, and bluebonnets.

I began to wonder if I had just found my mate, because, as I remember the good doctor telling me, your mate's scent would smell like things that reminded you of home. Furthermore, he told me that if you come into contact with said mate, you will feel a spark. Because out of the members of our family, I'm the only one without a mate, this girl definitely smelled like home, and deep down, I felt like I wanted to get to know her. I also felt that I wouldn't ever hurt her. I watch her put on her black backpack and make her way toward the front of the school. As she makes her way up the stairs, I see her look over at my siblings and me. Curiosity was what I felt from her as she looked at us, then walked into school. Once she is gone from my sight, I hear Em say mockingly, "Looks like Jazz Man found himself a looker." I lightly growl playfully at my brothers, teasing me, and we share a chuckle as we all head toward the school.

(A/N:) I hope you like what you read, and I just re-edited this page after seeing grammar errors. I will be careful next time. But let me know what you think. This story is also on my fanfiction.net account. But again, enjoy the story as I post it here on Wattpad.

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