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Forbidden Love

Alice leaves Jasper for the damphir they found to save Nessie; Sean. Jasper is heartbroken, but everyone thinks he'll get over it. Zoe is a 16-year-old cheerful brunette who's best friend is her sister, Heather. She has a secret - doesn't everyone? With the stereotypical caring mother and a patriotic Scottish father, twin younger brothers and an inability to stay with one guy for any length of time, she thinks her life is pretty damn good. And then everything changes.

So, I wasn't gonna post this until it was finished, but Uncle GW insisted, so... Here y'all are! I have about 15 chapters written, and they alternate between 2 points of view - Zoe and Jasper.

3. III ~ School

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“C’mon Jazz! We’re takin’ the jeep man!” Emmett yelled, coming barrelling through my door.

“Taking the jeep where?” I asked morosely.

“To school man! C’mon, you’re not gonna bail on us are ya? Esme’ll be pissed if you skive off school again!” His enthusiasm was starting to wear on me.

“OUT, EMMETT.” I growled. He sighed in mock disappointment, then grinned evilly.

“You brought this upon yourself.” He warned, then took in a deep breath. “ESMEEEEEEE!!!” He bellowed, unnecessarily. As if she hadn’t already heard every word of our conversation. I ignored him, turning back to my book. If I didn’t want to go to school, I wouldn’t. Not even my ‘mother’ could change my mind. Technically, she was younger than me anyway. But it wasn’t Esme who appeared in my doorway, hands on hips. It was the one person I would do anything for, with the smaller person I’d do almost anything for following swiftly behind.

“Jasper Whitlock Hale. Get in the shower now. Then clothes. Then into the car. You’re going to go to school if I have to drag you.” Her tone was unnecessarily cold. Had she forgotten it was she who abandoned me? She who broke my heart? And yet, I would still do anything she asked. Pitiful. Renesmee, nearly four-years-old in appearance and fighting back a smile as she fought to look as stern as her aunt, bounded over to me and pressed a tiny hand to my cheek as I knelt down next to her. An image of my own grumpy face filled my mind, then an image of the bathroom. She was reinforcing Alice’s commands. I sighed.

“Okay Nessie, I’ll go to school. Just for you.” I added, tucking one of her bronze curls behind her ear. She beamed.

“And you’ll pick me up from nursery, won’t you Uncle Jazz?” I nodded, smiling weakly. So much happiness radiated from her tiny body – how could one person hold so much emotion? But then, I’d often wondered that about Alice… I refused to look up at my beloved. I could sense she was still there by all the pity pouring off her. “Things are going to get better Uncle Jazz!” Nessie pecked me on the cheek and ran out again, taking Alice’s hand and chattering about what she wanted to wear today. “And then we can do Jake’s hair in plaits for school!” She squealed. The mongrel himself groaned from upstairs, and I heard the rustle of sheets as he turned over in his bed. Such a pity he had to come with us. The stench would definitely ruin my day.

‘As if there was any possibility it could be good without her by my side.’ I thought bitterly as I prepared myself for another day. Was there really any point in putting myself through the torture of all those fresh, pulsing, warm bodies, if not for her? ‘But it is for her. She begged you to stay after all.’ And so I would. Stay, go to school, do everything she asked of me. Because I loved her still. And I know I always will.