Chương 8: Falling into place
Falling into Place
The next morning arrived quietly, sunlight filtering through the windows of Jasper's new room. He woke up feeling exhilarated, a sense of excitement bubbling under his skin as he stretched and lay in bed for a moment, soaking it all in. Today marked the beginning of his life at Beacon Hills High.
After a quick shower, Jasper stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his body wrapped in a towel, water droplets trickling down his sculpted chest and arms. His medium-length hair clung wetly to his face, framing his black eyes, which stared back with a mix of satisfaction and pride. He smirked, running a hand over his chest and abs. "Years of hard work," he muttered, thinking about the countless hours he'd put into training and refining his physique. Every inch of him felt purposeful, every muscle earned.
Once he was dry, he chose a dark fitted shirt that complemented his lean yet powerful build, along with a pair of jeans and sturdy black boots that grounded his look with a hint of edge. Before heading out, he grabbed all the essentials for the day—paperwork, notebook, and an extra pen. Satisfied, he pocketed the pen with a slight grin.
Slipping behind the wheel of his Mustang, Jasper felt the thrill of freedom as the engine roared to life. He sped toward school, eager to experience this new chapter, yet his excitement was tempered with a calm, focused energy. By the time he arrived, classes had already begun, and the parking lot was almost deserted.
As he parked, his gaze landed on someone just outside the main entrance, a girl with dark hair and an effortless grace. Jasper's heart raced as he realized who it was—Allison Argent. Countless hours of yearning and imagining this exact moment flooded his mind, and he grinned as he stepped out of the car and approached her.
Allison was on her phone, speaking with what he assumed was her mother, her tone a mix of exasperation and affection.
**ALLISON:** "Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it."
From the other end, her mother's words were muffled and unintelligible, but Jasper could sense the warmth and concern.
**ALLISON:** "Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya."
As she tucked her phone into her bag, Jasper smoothly extended his hand over her shoulder, holding out a pen.
"Thought you might need this," he said, his voice casual but laced with a hint of charm.
Allison was quite startled by the sudden voice and pen offered over her shoulder, causing her to misstep and stumble back—right into Jasper. Quick on his feet, Jasper sidestepped to avoid her full weight, and in a fluid motion, his hand slipped around her waist, steadying her gracefully. They stayed close for a moment, his obsidian eyes meeting her brown ones with a warm, playful smile.
"Allison, right?" he murmured, a teasing edge to his voice. "I think I'd remember a fall like that."
Allison's breath caught, her cheeks coloring slightly as she found herself momentarily captivated by his gaze, which seemed to hold all the mystery of the night itself. But before she could respond, a light cough broke the spell, pulling them both back to reality.
They looked up to see the vice principal watching them with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, his expression bordering on amused. Allison and Jasper quickly moved apart, both smiling awkwardly as they straightened themselves and followed him.
The vice principal glanced at Jasper as they walked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "So, you must be Mr. Nyx. You've come a long way from New York."
Jasper offered a calm smile. "Yeah, needed a change of pace," he replied smoothly. "Beacon Hills seemed like just the place."
Nodding, the vice principal turned to Allison. "Miss Argent, and you mentioned San Francisco—isn't that where you grew up?"
Allison shook her head, smiling slightly. "No, not exactly. But we lived there for over a year, which is rare for my family."
The vice principal chuckled. "Well, let's hope Beacon Hills is the last stop for both of you—for a while, at least."
With that, he led them down the hall and opened the door to their classroom. Stepping inside, he turned to address the class.
"Class, these are our new students, Jasper Nyx and Allison Argent. Please do your best to make them feel welcome."
As the vice principal finishes introductions, Jasper lets a stunning, confident smile play across his face, its effortless charm lighting up the room. Allison, still flushed from their earlier encounter, offers a shy, nervous smile, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush. Catching sight of Scott, Jasper notices his friend smiling back at him, though Scott's gaze seems to linger on Allison. Jasper smirks subtly to himself, noticing that Scott's interest seems a touch less intense than what he remembered from his world.
Jasper heads to the seat directly behind Scott, giving him a knowing nod and that same mesmerizing smile, and settles beside Stiles. Allison follows closely and takes the seat to his right, her cheeks still a little pink. As the teacher resumes the lesson, Jasper catches her attention again, extending the pen toward her with another warm, charming smile. She blushes once more, the memory of her fall returning as she accepts it, this time holding his gaze for a moment longer.
Jasper glances at Scott, noting that he doesn't offer Allison a pen as he had originally in the canon. With a small smirk, Jasper realizes Scott might have overheard everything through his heightened senses. That single change sparks a thrill within him, as he starts to imagine how many other moments in this world might unfold differently with his presence.
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