AN: Hey peoples!

This is my first story, so feel free to complain when I mess up. I'm not that good a writer, but I hope you at least enjoy my little story.

Summary: Edward Cullen is captain and quarterback of the school football team. And most popular and respected guy in school. So in other words, perfect. Jasper Whitlock is the loner, the social outcast, the loser; nothing like his crush, the famous Cullen. When Edward intervenes as Jasper is getting bullied, fate decides to bring two boys from different worlds very, very close. Will this sudden closeness spark some kind of love?

Other Info: All human, cursing, AU, characters OOC (come on, we all know I can't duplicate the great Stephanie Meyer).

Disclaimer: I own not Twilight.

Rated T because I will be posting sex scenes separately on a different story, called The Sex Outtakes of Jasper Whitlock and Edward Cullen. Unless anyone has a better idea? Or even a better title, this one sucks...

Anyways, read and tell me what you think.

Jasper-

I sighed as I walked up the narrow road to school. Today was gonna suck. I mean, I wake up every morning, pull on some clothes, and drag my tired ass to school.

I get bullied by Newton and his crew, and then I go home. I have to steal make-up from my sister Rose to cover up my bruises, and then I have to get to work helping Mr. Hamilton, doing odd jobs, and dog-sitting.

At least I'm only in school for 8 hours.

There was, however, one thing that made my everyday torture bearable.

Edward Cullen.

The famous, popular, most respected guy in school. The one guy every girl on school talked about and wanted. Captain and quarterback of the football team, straight A student and part of the honor society, not to mention the best looking guy in the school.

In my opinion: perfect.

I watched him from afar, smiling when he laughed, cheering at his triumphs in a game or otherwise.

Newton and his crew, which consisted of him, Tyler, and Eric, were standing at the front, waiting for me. I huffed, and inwardly cringed at the damaged state my body was gonna be in when they were through.

The price to pay for greeting them with my ugly face.

I slowly shuffled to the front of the school, eyes down, until I noticed someone blocking my way. My books flew out of my hand and onto the ground, scattered with papers. Looking up, I saw blue eyes and light blonde hair, along with a devilish grin.

Mike Newton.

"Hey Whitlock." I heard him say. His breathe got in my face, and I tried to resist the urge to gag. Had he been eating garlic or something?

"Hello Mike." I mumbled before I could stop myself. My mom had taught me to always be polite, and it just slipped out.

"What are you doing in my way?" he asked.

I heard Tyler and Eric move behind me. Before I could turn and run they had my arms pinned behind my back. "Didn't I tell you I never wanted to see your ugly face?"

The blow to my stomach was first. I had been expecting it, anticipating it, but it didn't make it hurt any less. My eyes watered up as I stared at the ceiling, willing the tears to go away.

I couldn't cry in front of them, I just couldn't.

"You didn't hear me? Maybe you need a little persuasion to talk." he said, and I heard amusement in his voice.

Sick bastard thought hurting me was funny. He punched me in the chest, and I fought the pain, the impulse to cry out.

I knew what was last. I turned my cheek and squeezed my eyes shut tight, ready for the final blow. I stood there, waiting for it. I felt like he was going to make me look at him as he punched me. But it didn't come.

And then I fell to the concrete, biting my lip as my elbow hit the floor. My eyes were still tightly shut, and it took a couple deep breaths to ignore the pain.

But then I realized my arms were in front of me.

I opened my eyes to find Mike on the ground too; Tyler and Eric had let go of me and ran off to who knows where, and in their haste forgotten Mike. Mike was watching someone, smirking up at them.

Bronze-ish red hair, strong skinny build, who...?

And then I knew exactly who it was when I heard his voice. "You think this is fucking funny, Newton?" it growled.

Edward. Edward Cullen.

My heart skipped a beat as I thought his name over and over again.

His smirk got even bigger. "Nope. Not at all." he said. Edward looked like he was going to turn away, when-

CRUNCH!

Mike howled in pain as he jumped up, cupping a hand over his face. He moved it and I nearly laughed out loud. There was a river of blood running from his nose, and he stared at his hand in amazement.

"You broke my nose." he said, but it didn't sound angry or anything, more like he was still in shock. "You broke my nose." he repeated. He was still staring at his bloody hand in wonder, like he couldn't believe it.

Then again, neither could I.

"Yeah, I did." Edward said. "Maybe now you know what happens when you bully people. I find out this happened again, Newton, and you're off the team."

"So?" Mike said, but even I knew he was panicking. Newton needed the spot on the team, without it he wasn't superstar Mike, he was loser, a social outcast.

Like me.

"Or maybe getting kicked off the team isn't good enough for you," Edward said, stepping closer to him. "Maybe you'd be better off expelled."

Mike's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. He took a step back. "No, no, it won't happen again, I promise." He shot me a glare.

Oh, right, this was my fault?

The bell rang, and Mike hurried down the hall, clutching his shirt to his nose. I sighed, starting to pick up my books. I was startled when a hand shot out and grabbed the Geometry textbook to my left.

I glanced up.

Staring right at me were those beautiful, emerald green eyes. "Here." he said, handing the book to me. I looked away, his gaze was so intense; I felt the heat as the blood rushed to my cheeks.

"Thanks." I mumbled, grabbing the rest of my things in a pile and standing up.

"And, um, thanks for, um, helping me." I stammered out. He simply smiled and nodded.

I walked away, a little shaken as I thought about the feelings I harbored for Edward. My crush. He was the only one I had.

But who ever said he was gay?

No one.

I was distracted all through Geometry, and it didn't help that we had a test this Friday. I walked down the hall to Bio, not at all surprised when a hand shot out and grabbed the collar of my shirt.

"Whitlock," Mike hissed and shook me. "You're gonna pay for this morning." Tyler and Eric looked a little relieved he hadn't figured out that they left him.

Mike Newton wasn't the sharpest tool on the tool shed.

But as I thought about this morning, I saw Edward's emerald green eyes flash in my head. Before I could stop myself, I blurted it out.

"If you think I did something wrong, you're stupider than I thought."

Mike's face contorted into an expression of fury. His fist connected with my face much faster than I thought was possible for him; I was on the ground in seconds.

Huh. Guess I see how he made the team.

"You're really gonna get it now, you-" he said, but all of a sudden he got this scared expression on his face. He let go of me and bolted, leaving Tyler and Eric in a trail of dust and confusion before they ran after him.

I turned around.

Standing there with a frown on his face was Edward. That was, what, twice he had prevented a beat-down now? "I have a question for you." he said, the frown still on his face.

Even frowning he looked sexy as shit.

Whoa! Focus, Jasper, pay attention. I yelled at myself. This was not the time to be thinking about Edward Cullen's sexiness. Was that even a word? "-don't stick up for yourself?"

"Huh?" I asked, and I saw a hint of a smile play on his lips.

"I asked, why don't you stand up for yourself? I mean, by the way they were okay with beating you up, it seems like this is an everyday thing." I looked away and didn't meet his eyes.

"What? You mean, this happens everyday?" I nodded, my shoes looking very interesting at the moment. My heart was pounding in my chest, and no matter how much I tried to relax, I couldn't. Part of me wondered if he could hear it.

And them he uttered the two words I think made my day, as he said them in the sexiest growl I had ever heard.

"Those fuckers."

My heart skipped a beat, and he turned away. He looked back at me and sighed, running a hand through his tousled, wild bronze hair. "You're okay, right?"

I nodded again, not looking at him as I turned and walked away. "Thanks again." I whispered to myself. I made my way down the hall and into Biology class.

"Jasper!" Ms. Penelope said. "You're late! Sit, sit, work on that." she said as she practically shoved a packet at me. I huffed and walked to the back of the class, trying to ignore the whispers and glances my classmates gave me.

I was the loner. The social outcast. I wasn't well liked. So it came as no surprise to me when I found my library book missing from my bag. Someone must have stolen from me again.

The rest of my classes went by without trouble. I grabbed my seat at the table closest to the doors as everyone filed in the cafeteria for lunch. The laughter and happiness among everyone could almost be contagious.

But not for me.

I spied Edward talking to a big, muscular guy with curly dark brown hair. I didn't know who it was, since I never paid much attention at football games to anyone except Edward.

He laughed at something Edward said, and turned to glare at Newton. Newton cringed, and I smiled despite myself. I looked down, taking out my sketchpad and a pencil.

I sketched a couple different things, an apple, a cat, a crane. I had about 104 drawings in here.

And yes, I counted them all.

Suddenly the sketchpad was gone from the table, and it took me a little to realize someone had taken it.

I looked up. Of course, it was Mike. It was always Mike.

"What's wrong, Whitlock?" he said, and kids turned in their seats to stare at the little scene. Why me, I thought. He flipped through the rest of my drawings.

He pointed to the one of my mom. "Who's this? Your grandma?" he laughed, and I felt my anger building. Nobody, and I mean nobody talked about my mom.

I snatched it back before he could even blink, and his face was blank as he looked around to see who had it. When he saw it in my hands, his expression turned to one of confusion.

"Don't talk about my mom." I snarled at him. He smirked. "Why? Got a problem with it? I'll talk about your mom as much as I want. It's a free country, Whitlock. I can say what I want."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward's expression turn to that of someone who wanted to kill. His eyes were on Mike, and I felt a strange satisfaction in knowing Mike wasn't well liked by even his own team.

He turned away. "I would totally tap that." I heard him say quietly. That was it.

In a flying tackle, Mike was on the ground and I was on top of him. I was hitting every inch of him I could find. "Don't ever talk about her again!" I bellowed, and kept hitting.

I was pulled off him, and someone was holding me back. Dragging me away from him.

I started to struggle, but stopped when I heard his voice in my ear. "Shh, Jasper, it's fine, it's just me. Calm down." he said, and spun me around to face him.

Edward.

Of course.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I nodded and turned around. I wanted to tell him everything, about Mike and school and how this had been happening since my first year. But I knew what happened when you got too close to people.

You lost them forever.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said as he turned me back under his scrutinizing gaze; his beautiful green eyes flashed with something when they met mine. I looked down and felt my cheeks burning. Damn.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I promise." I added, sure that would help convince him.

He looked me over some more before he deemed me fine and let me leave. I watched him enter the cafeteria.

"Whitlock!" I heard Mike call. Before anyone could do anything, he tossed the sketchbook into the food processor.

I watched as some of my work was shredded before my very eyes.

Kids laughed as Mike marched around, throwing the shredded pieces of my art like confetti in a parade. I felt the tears come and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop them this time, so I did the only logical thing I could.

I turned and walked quickly up the locker bank.

"Jasper!" I heard someone call my name, but I didn't care.

I just walked away.

AN: Well, like I said, lemme know what you think.

Bye.

~DaughterOfTheGreatWolf~