Hey all! This is a new fanfic. It won't be a long one just 3 parts and that's all. Just so you know It's all human, pairing is Jazz/Rose, and it is set in 2009. This story is dedicated to ParamoreLove09, who requested a jasper/rosalie fanfic. I hope you like it leilah, and I hope everyone else will like it too.
Love ya for reading! (remeber rating is good too)
xoxo bree xoxo
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[b]I Think I'm In Love
Part One out of Three
Rosalie's POV
I glared back into his golden eyes. Jasper Whitlock was littterly my own personal hell. Everything about him; his eyes, hair, smell I utterly despise it all.
“Rose!” I faintly heard Angela call to get my attention. “Snap out of it! Come on lunch period is over we're going to be late for gym.”
“Yeah and that would be such a shame.” I muttered sarcastically.
“Haha.” Angela replied without a drop of humor touching her icy voice.
She obiously didn't enjoy my humor. Times like this were the times I wish I had lunch with Leilah. She understood me well, and she always cheered me up. Angela did the opposite, she always brought me down.
I got up with my metal tray in my hands. A apple with only three bites bitten from it, a empty milk carton, vanilla pudding, and a half eaten slice of pizza, were still on my tray. I hadn't had much of an appetite today.
Almost halfway to the trashcan, I felt myself suddenly falling downward. When I landed on the hard cafeteria floor with a loud thud sound, my tray landed on top of me.
I jumped up, leaving my tray on the floor, and brushed off myself. Pudding and pizza stains covered my pink blouse. Large chunks of Apple were stuck in my golden waves.
“Opps.” Jasper laughed. He moved his foot, the one he had extened in front of me to trip me, back under the table. “My bad.”
I just glared. “You're right. It was your bad.” I agreed.
I OFFICIALY DESPISE JASPER WHITLOCK!!!
Love ya for reading! (remeber rating is good too)
xoxo bree xoxo
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[b]I Think I'm In Love
Part One out of Three
Rosalie's POV
I glared back into his golden eyes. Jasper Whitlock was littterly my own personal hell. Everything about him; his eyes, hair, smell I utterly despise it all.
“Rose!” I faintly heard Angela call to get my attention. “Snap out of it! Come on lunch period is over we're going to be late for gym.”
“Yeah and that would be such a shame.” I muttered sarcastically.
“Haha.” Angela replied without a drop of humor touching her icy voice.
She obiously didn't enjoy my humor. Times like this were the times I wish I had lunch with Leilah. She understood me well, and she always cheered me up. Angela did the opposite, she always brought me down.
I got up with my metal tray in my hands. A apple with only three bites bitten from it, a empty milk carton, vanilla pudding, and a half eaten slice of pizza, were still on my tray. I hadn't had much of an appetite today.
Almost halfway to the trashcan, I felt myself suddenly falling downward. When I landed on the hard cafeteria floor with a loud thud sound, my tray landed on top of me.
I jumped up, leaving my tray on the floor, and brushed off myself. Pudding and pizza stains covered my pink blouse. Large chunks of Apple were stuck in my golden waves.
“Opps.” Jasper laughed. He moved his foot, the one he had extened in front of me to trip me, back under the table. “My bad.”
I just glared. “You're right. It was your bad.” I agreed.
I OFFICIALY DESPISE JASPER WHITLOCK!!!
Sonnet of Death
The pain and sorrow felt by all mankind
caused by the regrets of all things not done
Yet we keep losses in the front of mind
all our loved ones that have already gone
Losing everything of which we have love
but knowing it is better this way
If only you could release like a dove
and maybe if you get on your knees to pray
Life's little problems will not seem as bad
while our clocks are constantly ticking down
how would people act if they knew we were sad?
we put on a fake smile while in town
To hide the constant fear behind our eyes
so that no one can hear our desperate cries
The pain and sorrow felt by all mankind
caused by the regrets of all things not done
Yet we keep losses in the front of mind
all our loved ones that have already gone
Losing everything of which we have love
but knowing it is better this way
If only you could release like a dove
and maybe if you get on your knees to pray
Life's little problems will not seem as bad
while our clocks are constantly ticking down
how would people act if they knew we were sad?
we put on a fake smile while in town
To hide the constant fear behind our eyes
so that no one can hear our desperate cries
