Jessica Stanley POV
The sound of the over revved engine has me tingling all over. It sounds like an over-excited hair dryer but, I can't help the escalation of my heart. I snatch a look through the adjacent window; blessing God for the view that I am being given. She is wearing leather; His Leather jacket. My insane jealousy takes a back seat; inwardly praising Jasper for giving her that piece of clothing. She removes herself from the back of the bike; her daisy adorned helmet being removed to showcase her perfect face.
Fuck. . . .
I hate her. I hate what she does to me. I hate the way she makes me feel. The inappropriate emotions and urges I get around her. I have never felt this way about anyone; even Mike who is supposed to be my boyfriend. But I've hated her for longer than I've had these disgusting wants. I've hated Bella Swan ever since the second grade when she sat next to Him instead of me at lunch.
Jasper is slipping the leather jacket off of her tantalizingly slowly. . He knows they're late for class. He also knows that all of the people in the said class are watching. He's doing it on purpose; giving us a show.
Bastard. .
I hate the way Jasper parades Bella around; his body never far away from hers. But at the same time I'm eternally grateful; giving me tones to think about when I'm alone. My head superimposed upon Jasper's.
The Jacket is off her slim frame now. It Reveals Jasper's old cricket jumper; the deep v-shaped neckline showing off another of Jasper's wardrobe; The Wife beater. I know instinctively that she's not wearing a bra with it. She never does. But then I know everything about Bella's life.
I can tell you that, both she and Jasper have been late for this class everyday for the past year. Yet they are on time for the history class that is on at the same time on a Tuesday. In fact they are punctual for every single class except for this one. And there's one simple explanation for this.
Mr. Mason.
He started last September; this is his first un-supervised teaching post- Fresh blood. He isn't a bad teacher really. He's young -well by this school's standards- and he has a real gift for both literature and Language. But -well I believe anyway- he wanted to show his pupils that he wasn't a pushover, like most new teachers. He wanted to set an example. Unlucky for him he chose Bella and Jasper.
Jasper slings Bella's jacket down by his own, atop the bike. He doesn't bother stashing them in his locker, because he knows no one in Forks would dare steal from him. His hands slide to her delicate waist, bringing her low slung jeans; flush against his own denim clad legs. He twists a few of her curls round his fingers as he takes the rest of her hair out from the inside of his cricket jumper. I know I am paying far too much attention to them, but I am not the only one. It is like after dinner theatre. Even Mr. Mason is staring; gawking through the window. Jasper is fully aware of the audience, and gives the teacher a smirking wink as he bends slightly to press wet kisses on Bells now exposed neck. Mr. Mason's face turns incredulous; moving from his statuesque pose to wrap his knuckles against the plate glass.
"Swan. Whitlock. In now. Class started ten minutes ago."
Jasper once again brings his eyes from Bella's neck to stare at Mason, his lips resolutely on her skin. He gives the window a thumb up before slowly disentangling Bella from himself.
It takes the pair another five minutes to make it into the room. My table is situated at the front of the class; Right behind the door, next to Lauren Malroy. She whispers a few scathing remarks as Jasper and Bella breeze past our table. Jasper's hands clench severely round Bella's waist; knowing that it is imperative that he restrain her. The colour drains from Lauren. She didn't think she would be heard, she would never say those things to Bella's face because we both know Bella could take her; if Jasper didn't get there first. Mason coughs; signaling the end of the confrontation. The pair take their seats at the back of the class; Jasper's arm slung lazily on the back of her chair. I keep my eyes resolutely focused on the board, as Mr. Mason writes down the literature reading list for the next semester. It's difficult though. I am so attuned to her, every little sound, groan or gasp -I pick up on- I can sense that Jasper has his hand on her leg, drawing concentric circles over the jean material.
Oh to be a finger on his hand. To feel the rough fabric; such a contrast to the skin beneath. . . .
By the soft tiny sounds of it, his hand is only half way up her thigh, when I hear the pen in the teacher's hand snap.
"That is Enough Mr. Whitlock."
Surely she wasn't that loud?
I always assumed that I am the only one who can hear the pair. My senses are so in tune to Bella, that I can detect the smallest of her movements. But it seems that Mr. Mason is also paying attention to the pair.
Jasper seems as shocked as I, but the astonishment is quickly replaced by bemusement when his fingers arch carefully an inch higher on her leg.
"I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Mason. I am simply sitting here. If you want an apology for my tardiness, than I'm afraid you'll be holding your breath for an immeasurable amount of time." I don't have to sense anymore. I along with the rest of the class, now turn 180 degrees round to watch the drama unfold.
"We both know what you were trying to engage in Whitlock. And I do not want to witness you try to defile this . . . woman. Now if you please I would think it appropriate that you leave this room. If you must return, you can come back at lunchtime, to discuss with me any hope of being further taught in this subject."
Wow talk about over the top.
I know that Jasper pushes his luck in polite etiquette but I know with some certainty that he never intended to actually follow through with his wondering hands. Yet Mr. Mason's face is set, and his finger is pointing decisively at the door. Jasper's eyes are still smiling but his mouth has the good grace to remain straight as he gathers his belongings. I along with the rest of the class our shocked to see Bella grab up her books as well. I see Jasper stop for a second assessing her, before waiting with an inviting hand to walk her out of the classroom.
"Wait. Wait. Bella what do you think you are doing? I asked Whitlock to leave, not you!" all eloquence and nerve have disappeared from Mason's voice as he splutters.
Bella already has a grasp of Jasper's hand. She turns to face the crumpling teacher.
Bella Is his opposite, her graceful rise from her seat and casual manor- his antithesis.
"Yes but what you fail to grasp, Mr. Mason is that I am as much a willing participant as Jasper." She gives Jasper one quick lust fuelled gaze, before looking back at Mr. Mason. "I might even say that I am the ringleader so to speak. Indeed it would be wrong to let him take the blame. So as your wishes we shall leave and go contemplate our actions. If you want to consider letting us return to the class we shall discuss it with you at lunch time."
They both sweep out of the room leaving Mr. Mason a jabbering fool in their wake. If I could I think I love her even more.
Why am I such a masochistic Bitch?
As she sashays to the door, I feel her eyes pick up my glare; a easy smile falling upon her features.
"Hey. Jessica. Hope you find the rest of the class just as entertaining." And with that she's gone. . .
Little note. I have purposefully made the first bit devoid of describing Bella's action and emotions movements and such, until the teacher thing at the end. This is because I wanted to show that Jessica's infatuation is a bit shallow and un-rounded. Yes she fancies Bella and thinks it may be love but she doesn't really see Bella. Her personality emotions etc. She sees the way Bella effects the world around her etc and is jealous if it. She is more Jealous of Jasper than in love with Bella. Well that's my feeling at the moment who knows Jessica may deepen. What did you think? I hope it is at least a tad original? No probably not I guess. Mr. Mason's POV is up next. Just a little clue. His first name is Edward. . . Ok big clue.