I Hate This Part Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

We're driving slow through the snow on 5th Avenue
And right now radio's all that we can hear
Now we ain't talked since we left, it's so overdue
It's cold outside but between us it's worse in here

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't wanna try now
All that's left's goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

I Hate This Part – The Pussycat Dolls

BPOV

I could still feel his body pressed against mine. His steady breaths letting me know that he was indeed still asleep. He had spent the night last night after we had sex, like he always does. For the past two and a half years. A very long time if you ask me. But don't get me wrong, I love Jasper. It's just . . . I'm not sure if I was in love with Jasper.

He was a great guy, unbelievably so. He taught in the History Department at Dartmouth, as was his passion. He was a Civil War major, he loved anything to do with the story and I thought his fetish was cute. So not only was Jasper extremely smart, he was absolutely gorgeous. Blonde hair that outshined the sun, blue eyes that sparkled more than the clearest lake when excited, and a body that would make those stupid Hollister models sell their soul for. He was funny, charismatic, romantic, sensitive, and great in bed. So why in the hell couldn't I find it in myself to be in love with him?

As I lay here, thinking of all of the possibilities to the unanswered question that haunts my every moment, the sun rises and Jasper wakens.

"Hey bae." He says with a smile.

"Hi. Have a nice sleep?" I replied, looking into his eyes above me, as I was lying on his chest.

"You're in my arms, aren't you?" He said with a kiss to my nose. This is exactly why I am so confused with my emotions. I mean you can't just have someone say things like that to you, and just not swoon. It's not possible.

"You're sweet. Are you hungry?"

"Of course, I'm a guy aren't I?"

I started to get out of the bed, looking for my robe. "Well, I just went grocery shopping, what do you want?"

"What I want can't be cooked . . . technically." His eyes roamed up and down my body, seeing as I was only wearing a very short royal blue silk robe, which showed all of my curves.

"I'll take that as blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, and an English muffin?" I had to literally stop myself from rolling my eyes; the blush however, couldn't be deterred.

"Sure and honey."

"Yes?"

He chuckled. "No, honey as in I want honey on the English muffin."

There goes that dang blush again.

"Right . . . Well it should be done in about an hour, so you go take a shower and do who-knows-what else to make yourself look pretty for Mama. Kay?" I said playfully as I leaned against the door frame.

"You got it . . . Mama." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

This time I did roll my eyebrows as I went to the kitchen. I had a pretty nice house, one story, a garage, 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms: very stable if you ask me.

I pot my ITouch on speaker, so I could listen to music while I cooked. It was on shuffle so the songs would come randomly.

I've been awake for a while now
You've got me feelin' like a child now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tingles in a silly place . . .

As I sang along to the lyrics, I couldn't help but to think of the day me and Jasper first met.

Flashback!

I swooned automatically as the guy across the bar smiled at something his friend said. So gorgeous. I was looking at the spectacular blonde about 20 feet away, who was just . . . gorgeous. Which was the only word I could come up with at the time. Angela, my closest friend had dragged me to Club 1-80, and was I glad she did. I ordered a Shirley Temple, from a waiter who couldn't (more like wouldn't) stop looking at my chest. You'd think the guy has never seen a damn v-neck before!

"What are you looking at-oh . . . I see. That's Jasper Whitlock, totally gorgeous, and smart." Angela said next to me as she finished texting her step-sister, Jessica I think her name was.

"So . . . gorgeous . . ." Is what came out of my mouth. It really is a shame.

"Yes you are." I heard to the left of me. I turned around to see the bartender smirking at me. Eh. Not my type. He looked too boyish and had a very bad habit of looking at boobs, namely mine. "My name's Newton. Mike Newton."

Was this dude serious?

"Swan. Bella Swan." I mocked, while Angela snickered at my side.

"Well Bella, I get off in 20, would you like to go get something to eat with me then?"

"Well first off, we're in a club. So I can get something to eat here. Well look at that! There's a plate of already eaten food right in front me! And secondly, even if you had the brains to know that, I still wouldn't go out with you because the whole time you've been trying to converse with me, you seem to have been talking to my chest. I bet you don't even know the color of my eyes." And with that I closed my eyes so he wouldn't be able to cheat.

"What?" Was all I heard, until I felt breathing on my neck that made me tense automatically.

"Mahogany." I heard a southern accent whisper in my ear, it was so sexy that I actually shivered. Me! Shiver! Yeah, I know. That's what I thought too!

I turned around and slowly opened my eyes to reveal the very sexy man from across the bar. Jasper.

"Would you like to dance with me miss?" He said huskily.

"Sure."

And with that, he grabbed my hand and led me to that dance floor as a particularly dirty song came on. I blushed, per usual.

Oh shit!
Oh shit!
Oh shit!
(Are you ready for this?)
Oh shit!

Oh! It's me, Fergie
The pimp, Polo!
Fergie Ferg, what's up baby?
Come on!

When I come to the club, step aside
(Oh shit!)
Part the seas, don't be have me in the line
(Oh shit!)
V.I.P. 'cause you know I gotta shine
(Oh shit!)
I'm Fergie Ferg and me love you long time
(Oh shit!)

He got behind me and started dancing, while I let myself go to the music. Swaying my hips to the beat in a sensual way, while the lights changed color and the atmosphere got hotter.

All my girls get down on the floor
(Oh shit!)
Back to back, drop it down real low
(Oh shit!)
I'm such a lady but I'm dancing like a hoe
(Oh shit!)
Cause you know I don't give a fuck, so here we go!
(Oh shit!)

He put his hands on my hips, and I reached behind me to put my hand on his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. It was just as soft as I thought it would be. His hands started to rub circles on my hips where my very tight black skinny jeans were.

How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down like
London London London, wanna go down like
London London London, we goin down like

At the 'wanna go down like' I'd back up and grind against him making it even hotter in here than it already seemed to be. He seemed to like that. He seemed to like that a lot.

Drinks start pouring and my speech start slurring
Everybody start lookin real good
(Oh shit!)

That Grey Goose got your girl feelin loose
Now I'm wishin that I didn't wear these shoes
It's like e'ry time I get up on a dude
Paparazzi put my business in the news

I turned around and put my hands around his neck to link together in the back. His hands seemed to have found a rather nice place to rest on my ass. Hey, who was I to complain?

And I'm like, Get up out my face
(Oh shit!)
Fore I turn around and spray your ass with mace
(Oh shit!)
My lips make you want to have a taste
(Oh shit!)
You got that? I got the bass
(Ooh!)

How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down like
London London London, wanna go down like
London London London, we goin down like

How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down like
London London London, wanna go down like
London London London, we goin? down like

I looked into his eyes to see that they were hooded with desire and lust. Piercing blue. So blue.

La, da da da da, doo doo doo doo
Me like a bullet type, you know they comin' right
Fergie like em' long time, my girls support, right?

Another ATL Cali collabo
Fergie and Polow

When I come to the club, step aside
(Oh shit!)
Part the seas, don't be havin me in the line
(Oh shit!)
V.I.P. ?cause you know I gotta shine
(Oh shit!)
I'm Fergie Ferg and me love you long time
(Oh shit!)

How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down like
London London London, wanna go down like
London London London, we goin down like

"What's your name, sweetheart? I just can't think of you as beautiful the whole night." Jasper drawled sexily in my ear.

"Isabella Swan. But you, sexy, can call me Bella." I had never thought of myself as bold, but that was the only word I could think of to describe my newfound courage.

"Well, I'm Jasper Whitlock ma'am. Pleased to meet you." It was then, that I giggled at something a guy said to me, for the first time in my life. I actually giggled.

How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge wanna go down like
London London London, wanna go down like
London London London, we goin down like

Sadly, the song was over. I really didn't want to ever let go of Jasper, but we had to go take a seat and cool down.

We walked back to the bar to find Angela talking very animatedly with her new boyfriend Ben. He was a cute guy, again not my type, but sweet.

"You want somethin' to drink little lady?" Jasper twanged oh-so-cutely.

"Well I had a Shirley Temple here before we left, but you know what they say about leaving a drink unattended in a bar. So I'll just have a bottled water.

"One bottled water please, and one Gatorade. Need to keep the energy up." After talking to Mike the eye molester, he winked at me. I blushed. Again.

"$3.65 sir." Mike sneered nastily.

I went to reach for my wallet, but Jasper's hand caught mine before I could pull the money out

"Let me pay. Please? It's not that much." He said with a little smile, pleading me with a smile.

And I caved. I just caved.

I gave a little nod and he gave me the water.

"So what do you do for a living . . . "

End Flashback!

And that was the beginning of a very long, very beautiful, very special relationship.

I soon felt two familiar arms wrap around me from behind.

"Wow that looks like it could feed fifty. You barely even eat." He said as he took in all of what I prepared.

"Well after last night, I'm going to need my strength, mister." I playfully pushed my ass up against his groin, to which he groaned sexily. I like the fact that I have that effect on him. Especially when he's only wearing ripped jeans, no shirt included.

"Do you really wanna go through this, now?"

"That depends."

"On?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Well those pancakes do smell really good."

"I wasn't talking about the pancakes, Jasper."

He grinned and in one swift movement, he had me cradled in his arms and walking towards the bedroom. "Does the microwave work?"

I nodded.

"We can eat later."

(Alright, this is chapter numero uno!!!!!!!! I want each and every one of you guys to review. Or else. Just let me know what you think of the plot and we'll see how far it goes. Kay?)

-TheSheWolf