Twilight

One

"I swear to God Jenny, if you tell me to go near Jasper one more time."

I'm Elena Elenora Castor. And my life is filled with tremendously ordinary days, and unspectacular events. I go to school ever day. Sleep through Chemistry, read my only book 'life before dawn' in the student lounge, finish classes, and go for a run.
But my schedule was soon to be interrupted by Prom. Which would be held in about a month.

I viewed Prom as a Crammy space for hip shaking and soda drinking, which by the way! I could do at home.
I guess the flashing lights and pop music 'set the mood'. No one at school was supernatural as far as I knew.

Anyway, I was arguing with my best friend Jenny. She insisted that I hook up with my Ex Jasper for Prom.
I knew she was just bugging, but it still pissed the hell out of me.
Jasper had cheated on me, by holding a three sum at his house on my birthday. My birthday! I knew that he cheated because one of the girls posted on Twitter; "Fuck you suckers! I just slept with Jasper Everest, while managing to squish in with two other women. And man does he have abs! We get mar-raried! Ya!" Then Jasper saying, "Ya! I was a virgin! Fucking Elena wouldn't fuck me! But now I got BURNES!!!"

She had recorded the video, and man was she drunk. Her name was Stacey Burnes. The 'Bitch' of Jade High school.
Like Jasper, she had a habit of smoking illegal pot, drinking excessively, and opposite to Jasper; sleeping with attractive men after she got them drunk, (He slept with slutty girls).
While still looking flawless might I add. I swear under all that make-up was a witch. One with a pointy nose and a green, mole-covered face.

That day, after hearing of the affair, I immediately rung James and broke it off. He came out with things like, "I don't care." and, "I'll get over you after the hang over." and, "Oh well." Nowadays he begs for forgiveness, leaning close enough that I could smell the Marijuana on his old letterman jacket.
And him saying, "Elena, baby please. Stacey must of drugged me or something​, baby I would never hurt you like that!"
And me saying. "Fuck you Justin Bieber." And walking away.

I would never forget his face. Small-ish but chiseled. An outline of acne, and blond crop cut hair. What used to be amazingly attractive for me. But now I viewed him as an addict, an ass, a pompous ass. I used to envy him for not having his father. His crack addict father who left him and his mom when he was five. And I still do feel bad, I'm not heartless. But Jasper was turning into the very thing that his father forever was.

"Oh well, I tried." Jenny sighed.
I glared at her.
"WHAT!" She paused, "Ok. I know, I know I'm a jackass."
"Anddd?"
"A push over?"
"ANDDD?"
"An amazingly gorgeous specimen."
"Damn straight."
We both laughed at that.

"Okay, well I've gotta run, I'll see you tomorrow El!"
"See ya Jenn!"
And with that, I was walking home on my own.

By the time that it was 7:00, I had had a shower, eaten a slice of pizza, and now was talking to my aunt and Gaurdian Anna on the phone.

"I think 'Bewitched has a 'T' in it hon." She used her strangely adorable giggle to end the sentence.
"Nope. It's 'Bewiched", with a 'ch'."
"......You know the book probably spells it. And I still don't understand why it's bugging you so much."
"Well whatever, and it's because the damn book can't spell."
"Language." She pressed.
"Damn is not a swear." I purposely stretched the word to piss her off.
"It could be."
"But it isn't."
"Whatever. El, I won't be home til' late, probably about midnight ish. At the earliest."
"Lucky me." I groaned, flopping dramatically on my floral bed sheets.
"Haha, love you hon."
"Love you."

A soft ending came to the phone line.

A sharp scratching noise came from the other side of my closed bedroom door. So once I opened it, a scrawny Calico cat sat on the hard wood floor. It had matted, puffy fur.
"Picket!" I scooped him up and wrapped him in a hug. Receiving a low growl.
I got picket for my twelfth birthday from a shelter on the far side of town. I picked him because he was the runt. And who could NOT pick the smallest, most helpless one there. Also, he was named 'Picket' after his large tendancy to sit on our white picket fence stretching around the property.

A loud ringing sound came from my iPhone 5. I picked it up off my night stand and read the caller ID.
Jasper.
After answering, I threw a smack in his face.
"Why are you calling me? I asked you to piss off."
"I miss you baby! I've been up all night thinking about you!"
"It's 8:15."
"I've been up all evening!" He corrected.
"No shit. Now why the fuck are you calling me?"
"I need..I need to show you something."
"And I'm interested why? You seem to only care about saturating your sexual needs, and cheating on poor teenage girls." There's the slap.
"Saturating? Really? And in case you haven't noticed, you're the only poor girl I've ever attemped to f-"
I cut his line off with a series of curse words and come backs before hanging up.

I needed hope. And right now my Hope was Jenny, I knew that I said I wouldn't see her til' tomorrow, but I hadn't cried about Jasper in Months. Here I was. Needing a little hope to stop the tears from flowing freely over my cheeks.
I clung to Picket even tighter.