The Unknown- Jasper Hale

12

Me and Jasper pull up to school, well more like Jasper does and I just sat next to him. We quickly realise that it's break so head to there, to see Emmett, Rosaline and Alice at the table. Bella is in hospital so I presume that Edward has stayed with her.

"Woahhh bro you scored!" Emmett booms, while giving Jasper one of those men hug things. Seeming to immediately know abut what had happened.

"Shhhh!" Jasper whispers back, but failing at keeping his smile hidden.

Jasper you could have killed her!" Rosaline gasps.

"But he didn't," Emmett remarks, pointing at me.

"Well observed," Rosaline sarcastically snaps, before laughing due to not being able to hold her angry barrier up at Emmett for long, "but seriously missing school for it?" To which Jasper just smirked. 

The day went by quite slowly after that, due to having no lessons with the Cullen's apart from English with Alice. Due to that I can't say that I had any idea what we were being taught, but I'm sure I can catch up with it later. By the time the bell went on last period Math's I was out of the classroom as fast as Edward was when he first met Bella.

"Ma lady," Jasper says, holding the car door open to me.

"Why thank you sir," I say, pecking his lips before getting into the car through the door which Jasper is holding open for me.

"Do you always kiss your drivers?" He questions.

"Maybe," I joke back.

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"Hey!" Jasper says, just after jumping through my window.

"Hey," I reply from my spot on the floor with my water paints out, from which I was trying to paint the image of where Jasper took me up the tree that one time.

Jasper sits behind me with his legs open allowing me to sit back into his chest. "That's beautiful," He says looking at the painting which I was halfway through.

"Thanks but it's not done yet," I reply while continuing to add some paint to the image.

"Bella's back," He whispers, causing me to turn around.

"And is she alright?" I question, being worried for my human friend.

"Only a broken leg," He smiles, "James bit her and Edward had to suck the venom out of her, or well she would have been one of us," Jasper slows down at the last bit.

"Edwards very strong," I mutter, trying to think about Bella being a vampire. There are many differences between me and Bella, and perhaps one of the biggest ones is that ever since she met Edward she wanted to be a Vampire. Whereas I haven't given it much thought. Currently I am happy I have Jasper and the rest of his family along with the only one of mine left my Ma. Bella has all that and more, yet she is so eager to get away from it all.

"What are you thinking?" Jasper asks softly, as I lean back into him.

"It doesn't matter," I say while shaking my head out of deep thought.

"You know I feel all your emotions. I know when you're in pain or happy and worst of all when you're sad- I feel yours the strongest," He softly says. Jasper rarely opens up about what it is like to be a Vampire, but it must be hard being in a room full of teenagers everyday with their ever changing emotions.

"Can't you control them?" I ask.

"Yes, but I will never do that to you. I- I want you to feel being human," He kisses the top of my head before going into his own thoughts. We both stay like this for a while, thinking of what the future will be like for us. Not wanting to move just wanting to be in each others company.

"Jasper," I say turning to him, "Do you think Bella will become a Vampire?" 

"Eventually," He gives a small smile, as I start clearing up the paint as the painting is clearly not getting finished that night. 

"Georgie?" He asks slowly, causing me to turn around slowly.

"Will you want to become one of us?" He asks smoothly, his eyes watching my every move while I'm sure he's registering every feeling. Although all I feel is complete calmness due to not having decided yet.

"Maybe," I say, giving him a small smile before putting away the rest of the stuff.

The rest of the night went like normal, with us talking before I eventually fall asleep in his cold yet perfect arms.