A/N: So here we go again. Second (and much longer) fic. I will try to update at a chapter a week, but who knows how that will pan out. And despite what this may lead you to believe, it is a Jasper and Bella story.
Disclaimer: Everything Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
2009
The first time she saw him he was standing aloof, leaning against the bar with the eyes of every girl in the room on him. She was drawn to him, his bronze curls, golden brown eyes, his perfectly smooth pale skin. Dressed in a suit with the top button of his shirt undone, he looked like every girl's dream, including hers. He didn't seem to notice the looks he was attracting as he sipped his glass of champagne, until his gaze fell on her where she stood nearby. Approaching her at an almost predatory pace, he said 'I'm Edward Cullen, please, let me buy you a drink.' His voice was like velvet. He stared straight into her eyes as if he could find out all of her secrets, know everything about her just by doing so. Well what can a girl do but say yes when she's made to feel so special, like she is the clichéd only girl in the room?