Author's Note ;; hey guys, another chapter here. sorry it took a few days. my internet decided to not like , so it wouldn't let me do anything for very long on here. lame. anyway, if you guys could please read and review, that'd be awesome. and as a disclaimer, I have to tell you guys that I only own the stories I write and the characters that I create. the characters from the twilight series and any mentioning of the twilight series plots belong to Stephenie Meyer. thanks.

Step into the Full Moon

Jasper's point of view ::

By the time I had sat down, I was ready for her scent. Kind of. I had at least cut off the majority of my breathing (it's not like I really needed it anyways) and I was sitting almost facing towards her. I was angled her way, at least. My hands clasped in my lap, I tried not to focus on the fact that the fruity scent floating off her skin was much more than tempting. The thought of taking her somewhere we could be alone and I could have that sweet blood was taking over my brain. I wanted very much to do it.

But Alice said that I wouldn't hurt her. And I had said that I wouldn't hurt her. And so I wouldn't.

But her scent! It was a mixture of the normal human scent amplified, pomegranates, blueberries, lavender, coconut, and sugar. Fruit dominated over everything, and it hovered over her, a mixture of the heady scent of perfume and her natural scent.

Despite Alice's reassurances, I would take no chances with Andy. None at all. It was bad enough that I had to sit next to her and be friendly with her. I wanted to be, though. I could have just ignored her and avoided her as much as possible. Like Edward had with Bella. But I wouldn't do that.

I sure as hell was not strong enough to stay away from her.

And like I said, I was not as strong-willed as my family.

When she asked about them, I gave a small smile and began wishing that I had Edward's ability rather than my own. Of course, it did come in handy when you had a mongrel living in your house dating your niece.

"Actually, my mother loves small towns. And my father has never liked staying in one place for long. We move a lot." I relayed to her, shrugging lightly.

She seemed to digest that for a few moments in silence, arranging hair to the sides of her face once more. Andy moved from watching me quietly to staring at her desk top, before finally just letting her eyes rest on me. "That's cool. It kinda sucks that you guys had to move in the middle of the trimester, though…"

"Oh?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. Natural curiosity as to why she would say something like that took over for me.

She nodded and opened her mouth to speak before the damned bell saved her and rang out. It signaled the other students to get to class. I frowned and looked at the clock, none too happy with the fact that I would be unable to speak more with her.

"Yeah… I dunno. I mean, having to catch up and everything like that will really suck. " She stated, watching me from behind her bangs once again. "In my opinion, anyway…"

I smiled and shrugged at her, accepting her answer. "Yes, I suppose. But I'm sure we'll manage somehow."

She nodded and fell silent once more. I turned back fully in my desk as she played with the ends of her pink streak. "So what's up with the trimester system? Don't most schools go with semesters or quarters?" I asked, seriously wondering why the hell a school would do something like that. She smiled and her face lit up.

"Um, I don't really know, honestly. But it's really retarded. They're basically just like semesters or quarters, but there're three of them. We change classes every twelve weeks." She shrugged, not seeming too happy about the fact.

"I see..." I said, voice fading as I watched her return to the preoccupation of her hair. "How long have you lived here?" Again, my curiosity won out over everything I was telling myself about not getting attached to her.

Again, she smiled a smile that lit her face up and made her eyes sparkle. "I moved here a little over five years ago. From Montana." She seemed to speak in disdain about Montana and I wondered why. What had happened to her there that had caused her to hate the place? And why did I suddenly feel the urge to go and exterminate whatever it was that had caused her hurt?

"You don't like it there?" I asked, trying to dig ever deeper. She shook her head in response.

"Nope. I mean, half my family lives up there and everything, but they don't really like me, so whatever. But it's too cold there for me…" As she answered, disappointment flooded through me and I smirked despite myself. "What?" She asked, and I could feel the worry that my smirk brought her. I shook my head at the inquiry.

"Oh, nothing, don't worry. I was just thinking." She nodded slowly, not quite seeming at all sure of the sincerity of my answer. I smiled at her and the color in her cheeks darkened and I could hear her pulse quicken. I turned back to the rest of the classroom to try to keep what little control I had under… well, control. During our slightly awkward conversations, students had piled into the classroom and were sitting in the seats scattered across the room, watching us and whispering amongst themselves. They tried to not make themselves heard, but I could very well hear them.

Nice things about me. Rather negative things about Andy. I frowned at them as I listened, not happy with the fact that no one seemed to like her. A fact that I found rather hard to believe. The second bell rang and I sighed, still frowning at the negative students.

I then noticed the small ring of empty desks around us. Wow. No one really liked Andy, did they? I wondered why that was as the teacher, a tall and slightly-balding man probably in his later thirties or early forties, walked up to his lectern to start class.

His mouth opened to begin delivering the day's lesson when the door opened again. All fell silent and heads turned towards that door.

Rosalie walked in with a fresh-printed schedule in her hands and a scowl upon her face. She certainly didn't feel very happy. Nor look at it, for that matter. She glared at me while Mr. Coddington wrote her name down on the roll sheet.

Andy's point of view ::

I was glad to have class start. It meant that I didn't have to fish around for normally awkward conversation starters or anything of that nature. And, besides, psychology was my favorite class other than my art classes. So, nervous as all hell with a really rather strange calm about me that radiated off of Jasper, I sat in my normal seat. With the new addition of Jasper beside me, of course. And a rim of empty desks surrounding the two of us. I wondered why that was. Normally, there were at least a few people who didn't mind sitting around me, even if they didn't fully like me and I didn't necessarily trust them. Those that sat around me generally liked me at least a little bit more than everyone else in the class. But now, they had deserted their desks and went to sit elsewhere.

I blinked, looking at Jasper quietly. He was probably the reason. Oh well, I didn't really like a whole lot of people anyway.

My attention shifted onto our teacher as he walked up to his lectern and began speaking. I cocked my head to the side, placing a hand on my chin to support it, and smiled softly. By far, Mr. Coddington was my favorite teacher of all. He was hilarious and made everything interesting. Even the boring crap that no one wanted to hear.

He stopped, however, as the door opened and every pair of eyes turned to see who had come in late. Everyone who was regularly here was here as far as I could tell, so I had no idea who the hell it could be. The gorgeous blonde from lunch, Rosalie Hale, walked through the doorway and handed her pass to Codd. There was a huge frown upon her face and she looked positively unhappy about being there. She was glaring towards Jasper and I.

I frowned and looked over at Jasper nervously, who looked rather confused and a slight bit amused at his sister being there. He looked over at me and I raised a single brow hiding beneath my bangs. He shrugged and turned back to the rest of the class.

I sighed, watching as Rosalie came over and sat herself down in the desk in front of Jasper, frowning incessantly. I could feel that blanket of calm settling over me once more as I turned back to Coddington, praying that he would just continue on with class as usual.

Which, thankfully, he did.

Unfortunately, Jasper and I really didn't get the chance to talk a whole lot during class again. Both he and his sister seemed overtly tense and I couldn't help but to feel as though I was the cause of that.

During the last five minutes of class, I gathered my things and waited quietly for the bell to ring. Like usual, I kept to myself and refrained the best I could from listening in on the conversations of the other students. Jasper was talking to his sister and I couldn't hear anything of what was being said. So, I merely sat by and waited out the last five minutes.

When the bell finally did ring, I walked out the door in silence and began heading towards my next class.

"Hey, Andy? Would you mind if I walked you to your next class?"

Jasper's point of view ::

To tell the truth, I really hadn't been expecting Rosalie to walk into the room. And yet, she did. So there wasn't really much I could do about it now. At the end of class, I leaned forward and tried to get her to talk to me. But she wouldn't answer my questions directly. It was rather…annoying, honestly. She merely just shook her head and said that she'd talk about it later. Which meant that I was in for something larger coming for me when we got home. I let the topic go after a few minutes of arguing with her.

I wasn't going to get through to her any time soon. It was useless to even try.

I watched quietly as Andy made her way out of the room, moving quietly and stealthily towards the door. I wondered what put her in such a hurry for getting out of here. And why she seemed so like…us. Kind of. Not quite the type to feast on humans, or wildlife in our case. Or the overly pale, cold skin. She was definitely human. She just had the similarities of… not being human. She was different, that was for sure. Sighing, I went after her, making my way as fast as possible to her. I could feel Rosalie hovering behind me unhappily.

I had a feeling that Edward put her up to it.

Him or Alice, anyway.

Sighing, I caught up with her quickly and fell into step beside her.

"Hey, Andy? Would you mind if I walk you to your next class?" I asked, ready to follow her and continue walking with her despite her answer. I wasn't ready to let her out of my sights that easily. I wanted to learn more about her, and it made me nervous that I felt that way towards her. Very nervous, indeed.

To my joy, she turned to me, rather surprised looking, and nodded slowly, slowing her pace down a little. "Yeah, that's fine." She stated, turning her head to stare at the ground beneath her feet. She was blushing again. And there went the rest of my breathing as I tensed up and willed myself not to grab her.

"So…what are the relationships in your household like?" She asked, watching me quietly from beneath her bangs with solemn eyes. I wondered why she was so curious, but I smiled at her and shrugged.

"Why do you ask?" At that, she shrugged and returned to watching where her feet landed on the linoleum tiles beneath us.

"No reason. I was just curious." She stated softly, shrugging again. I smirked and looked behind at Rosalie, still scowling at me. Surely it wouldn't hurt for her to know the relationships that we all had? I mean… most of the humans would figure them out soon enough anyway. With six of them dating, it wasn't like Alice and I were going to get off with getting harassed with relationship questions that easily. I turned back to Andy and smiled down at her.

"Well, which relationships do you mean? Like… romantic, or…?" She looked up at my question and smirked, shrugging.

"All of them."

"Er…okay…" Again, I glanced back at Rosalie, who gave a firm shake of the head at me. I ignored it before turning my attention to Andy. I passed my next class and I glanced back at it, wondering if I should abandon Andy to get to her class on her own. Surely she would be okay, right? Sighing, I looked down at her. However, she had stopped by a door and was watching after me quietly. Turning on my heels, I walked back to her.

"Is this your class?" I asked, glancing inside and moving to the side when one of the students tried to get past me. She nodded and stared into the room, sighing softly. "I'll answer your question later, if you still want me to…" I offered, though I wasn't all that sure if I was going to be able to still or not. My control was already ebbing on the side of breaking. A fact that I was not comfortable with. Especially with being around Andy.

Though at my offer, she grinned up at me and nodded. "Alright, sounds good. Um…yeah. I should probably get inside. I'll uh…I'll talk to you later, I guess." She stated, smiling at me as I nodded. She went inside the class room and I watched after her for a few seconds before Rosalie came to drag me away and back to my next class.

"Focus, Jasper. You should just stop it now, trust me." She muttered, shoving me inside the room and leaving just as soon as she had arrived to my last class.

I sighed, shaking my head after her as I watched her leave. Like I was going to be able to forget Andy that easily…